The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Gagampo, a brave member of the blue-tailed clan living in the wetlands, was cleansing himself.

I wash my body away in the clean water in the washroom built right on the side of the settlement.

Lizardman's body, good at diving in mud and ambushing prey, is usually muddy.

Rinse it off with clean spring water in the washroom.

As the mud falls, Gagampo's body is revealed.

An untrained, well-muscled limb one minute larger than a normal Lizardman.

Scratches are engraved all over the skin with a slightly blue-blue, solid scale that humans shake and bounce back to if it's about a loose sword.

That represents how many dangerous battles Gagampo survived, a manly year, said to be eight years old.

Wipe the body after washing it out with fresh water with a cloth made from dried aquatic plants.

The scales reflect sunlight and glimmer slightly.

As it were, Gagampo himself wrapped around a simple piece of armor made from the skin of Hydra, which led and finished the clan.

I don't have a weapon.

In the other realm of Nekoya, it is forbidden to use weapons.

"Is this what it is?"

I photograph myself on the surface of the water and nod.

Ready to go to the other realm of Nekoya.

The time was right around the time when the sun came straight up.

Head to the square of the settlement where the door of Nekoya is located.

"Elder. Ready."

"Uhm. Go but good. A brave man. '

If you live 20 years, you are in a Lizardman who is supposedly long-lived, and three times more than Gagampo. The elder of the living female nods heavily, prompting Gagampo.

"Gagampo! I brought ginka stones, doka stones and plates!

Bring a bag containing round and flat ginka and doka stones obtained from humans in exchange for the skin of crocodiles living in the wetlands, as young children about a year after their birth sparkle their eyes at expectations, and a large, well-maintained plate of wood.

"Uhm. Thanks."

Receiving it, Gagampo finally decides to go to the other world.

Stand on an altar where black doors leading to different worlds appear, decorated with beautiful stones and flowers that can be taken in the wetlands over time.

I hear that this black door first appeared before the birth of the elder.

In what is now an altar, the door suddenly appeared.

It was Gerpa, the brave man of the Bluetail clan, who was said to be the strongest at the time, who decided to jump into a door that he didn't even know where it would lead.

Beyond the door… he had a miraculous encounter in "The Nekoya Different Realm" and brought home wonderful food from different worlds.

Then whenever a black door appeared, a custom was made whereby a man with the strength of settlement one, determined at an annual festival, went to the other realm of Nekoya as a brave man to bring back food from another realm.

"Okay, I'm coming."

Gagampo opens the door as she receives an eye of anticipation on on her back from a settlement woman and child.

Listening to the sound of chillin 'chillin', Gagampo knocked at the door and entered the other realm of Nekoya.

"There you are."

"M. Kita"

Lord of the otherworlds… nodding at the words of the store owner, Gagampo returns the words.

In this otherworldly magic, Lizardman's words are in the human language…

Automatically translated into words of different worlds, to be precise.

Thanks to this, Gagampo can talk to the store owner more easily than he can talk to the other person.

"Omelette. Omelette. Omelets. 3 Co. Moticaeri."

Slightly lowering his back to the chair, Gagampo gives the shopkeeper a plate of wood and mouths the order, as usual.

The first brave man to visit the land heard from the Lord of the other world, 'Tumon'

This allows Gagampo and Lizardman to get a treat from the other world.

"Yes. Wait a minute, please."

Then the shopkeeper nodded, and took a plate of wood to the back of the store.

Then, while waiting, Gagampo moves only his eyes and looks inside the store.

It's only noon and there are several people and dwarves sitting in the shop.

They are the inhabitants of the same world as Gagampo, who visited the other world through the door as Gagampo.

A sight to let you know that the door didn't just show up in front of the Gagampos.

They are also likely to eat food from different worlds, unlike Gagampo and others.

Origins and races are fragmented, but the purpose is the same.

Since it's such a place, there's never been a fight in the store.

"Thank you for waiting. I'll bring the omelet when you get home."

"M. Macacell"

That's how Gagampo finally faces off with dishes from different worlds.

Great cuisine, yellow with bright red lines.

It's called "Omelette Rice," and Gokuri and Gagampo's throat turned, and Gagampo took a shiny spoon in his hand with no hesitation.

"Itadakimus"

Words of prayer before meals, conveyed to the other world, are spoken and carried gently.

Soft enough to sink in, the eggs cut off lightly, and plenty of stuffed red utensils from inside reveal themselves.

reddish orange utensils, made of small grains similar to wheat well grown by humans.

Brightly colored green beans as opposed to that. Salted bird meat.

Vegetables of different worlds finely carved into mushrooms of different worlds that cannot be taken in wetlands.

For Gagampo, who is a Lizardman, there are many ingredients on top of a small spoon. Carry it to your mouth.

"M"

The same day I first ate it, the delicacy spreads in my mouth.

First of all, the first one to come, of course, the roasted eggs.

Exquisite softness that doesn't matter how much the Lizardmans try with crocodile eggs to figure out what the hell they're doing.

Flavor of milk and butter, slightly sweet.

That combines with the flavour of the red one, which has a strong acidity, creating harmony, which makes it a great flavour.

Just this egg and the red stuff is a little treat.

But the utensils that come afterwards are also delicious.

The meat of the salted birds is made of gravy containing salt gas, while the mushrooms of the different worlds are rich in flavor.

The finely chopped and stir-fried vegetables of different worlds are sweet and the intricately flavored orange grains take it fluffy.

Bliss even a sip, but that's not the end of it. I still have the omelet anyway.

In a panic, the key gripped in Gagampo's hand moves out.

Omelette rice served in bulk on plates that are more than one turn larger than other guests' plates is instantly shredded.

"M. Octawali"

"Yes, sir."

I'll ask for the same thing again.

2 years from the day I first ate this. Gagampo, like previous brave men, had become a trickle of this flavour.

Eventually, after the meal, Gagampo breathed satisfactorily.

My belly is filled and my unspeakable sense of happiness boils.

"Gothisousama"

Mouth a post-meal prayer passed on to the other world, Gagampo waits for the shopkeeper to come.

"Yes. How are you? Three takeaway party omelets."

"M"

A plate of wood brought to you by Gagampo, carried by the shop owner in triplicate.

On top of it is a dish of large eggs, served all over each plate.

That's three in total.

"Okanjo"

Seeing it, he nodded, and Gagampo opened the bag he brought to show the shopkeeper the ginka and doka stones.

The store owner also learned a few of them… take out the perfect amount of money and nod back.

"Maido"

Using that word as a signal, Gagampo closes the bag's mouth and lowers it back down to his hips.

Ginka and doka stones are only worth less than the stones around there that are only better if you pick them up and throw them.

Nevertheless, the old shopkeeper wanted ginka and doka stones more than black stones that would be sun-dried fish and blades, crocodile skins, etc., so this is how he trades them for ginka and doka stones.

"Ja."

That being said, Gagampo is a plate... the shopkeeper could only carry one at a time, the dish got on. Lift that up lightly.

One on your right, one on your left. And another one at the tail.

Lift a total of three plates gently and head towards the door in unsafe footsteps.

"See you at the store again."

"M"

Gagampo goes outside, nodding back to the shopkeeper who opened the door to his attention.

What you get to is the usual altar.

Around the altar, the Lizardmans, who were waiting for Gagampo to return, stood still… staring at the altar.

'We're back. You're right about the food.

Gagampo, with words, lifts up three plates to show.

Cheers from the Lizardmans who saw it.

The young ladies immediately approach Gagampo and take the plates.

Covered with clear skin, it is arranged before the elders and carefully peeled to avoid breaking the skin.

At the moment of peeling, the Lizardmans soak up the fragrance that floats around them.

A yellow egg dish, precious above all to Lizardman.

The Lizardmans who see it… swallowed the gokuri and the accumulated spit.

The elders cut the dishes apart with a well-polished blackstone knife.

As evenly as possible. To get into everyone's mouth.

Leaking from the omelet on the first plate is a simple stir-fry of finely chopped meat and vegetables.

Leaks from the omelet on the second plate are white cheese, smoked meat and vegetable stir-fry.

Leaks from the omelet on the third plate are a white, sweet cream and a small pink shripe.

The Lizardmans are troubled by the sight.

There is only one thing that can be eaten on this occasion to get everyone to go.

I wish I could eat all of them.

With that feeling in mind, they wait for the permission of the elders. And.

"Eat, okay"

Severely, the elders, who took the cheesy omelet, give permission, while the Lizardmans kill to the plate to contend ahead and take the chopped omelet.

A slight omelet, smaller than a palm.

But this is a treat that Lizardman can only eat once every seven days.

Just one person, not close to the plate, staring at it is Gagampo, who is a brave man and has mouthed plenty of omelettes.

Gagampo, who has eaten omelettes in the privilege of the brave, cannot be given omelettes.

Gagampo thinks about it with a little regret.

(Good luck with the next festival.)

Remembering the sight and the taste of omelet rice that I had just tasted, Gagampo is determined.

Again next year, whether you are a brave man of the Bluetail clan.

You can eat hungry omelet rice, brave status is always very popular.

There are as many young men after that position.

But I'm not willing to give in yet.

Gagampo hasn't tasted enough omelet yet.