The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

The Imperial Empress, Ardelheid, had eaten clouds as a child.

Ardelheid only remembers those days because of you.

To think later, that was when Ardelheid was in the outhouse for summer shelter away from the Imperial Capital when he was about to celebrate a summer platter.

Indeed, my father, the Emperor, and my mother, the Empress, did not participate in the annual summer shelter to the outhouse that year.

Later, teachers of history told me that that year, the Empire was in the middle of preparing for a war to swallow its neighbors, not the other way around.

At that time, neither my brother nor my sister had yet been born, and the caretaker, who was a play friend, remained in the capital.

Ardelheid, who was only four years old after it took, was left alone in the outhouse.

Life in the cool outhouse surrounded by servants and grandfathers was a comfortable but terribly lonely place for young Ardelheid.

I miss Empire, and I think I've cried before.

That was the time.

Grandfather... the deposed predecessor, Wilheim, took Ardelheid's hand to the 'secret room'.

My grandfather himself ordered me to make it, and after his departure he knew more than anyone about this out-of-house, which he thought was his final residence.

And it was the secret room that such a grandfather led us to as a secret to flying off.

- Listen carefully, Ardelheid. Don't tell anyone about this place. I'm going to lose my share.

The entrance to the secret room… in front of a black door with a painting of a cat, my grandfather said so, laughing at Ardelheid and stroking Ardelheid with his big hand.

I remember that hand was wrinkled and limp.

Then his grandfather pulled Ardelheid's hand with his limp hand and opened the door.

The door with the bell opened with a chillin 'chillin' and a beautiful noise, and Ardelheid went straight into the secret room.

What the secret room was like... I don't remember the details.

However, I think it was very bright with lots of chairs and tables.

So my grandfather was talking about something with the old man who was in that room.

It was a difficult story, something that Ardelheid could not comprehend at all.

- Whoa, I'm sorry, lady. It would have been a hippo...

Yeah, let's get him out of here, even if it's sweet.

An old man noticed Ardelheid sitting still in his chair, laughing at Ardelheid, then told a man who was nearby.

- Hey! Stupid grandson! You said you were working part-time in the kitchen of this tea shop with a flying dog in college, right?

Look... can you make it? It's a glass for once, but none of it is for me.

- I don't need an idiot, Grandpa! You don't know that one... oh. Okay. I see.

That's all you figured out. The man nodded... awhile later, I brought it.

- How are you, Mr. Town? This is my grandfather's treat. Don't hesitate to eat.

Ardelheid didn't know what that was.

It's just so beautiful that I think it's a waste of eating... I can vividly remember that feeling just disappeared after a bite.

It's the first time I've talked about it. It's a little rough. It's fluffy, soft, too soft, and stubborn...

Anyway, I can only remember saying it tasted better than any I've ever had.

- Good for you. Ardelheid.

Not to mention, my grandfather stroked me when I was eating so hard while keeping my mouth shut.

- Uncle! Is this it!?

I have a faint memory of asking that.

And at that time, my grandfather answered this with a smile like a little trouble.

- This is... ah yeah... that's it. Clouds.

- No shit, is it?

- That's right. Plenty of snow, winter clouds. It's cold and delicious, isn't it?

- Yes!

I think Ardelheid laughed for the first time that summer.

... That's all I remember from the day Ardelheid's favorite food became a 'cloud'.

Regardless, I also know Ardelheid will be sixteen this year.

Perhaps being a dream or something.

The great Wilheim collapsed that winter.

He was a big student in the private room of the outhouse, smiling satisfactorily.

I remember Ardelheid, who was only a young boy, crying sadly when he heard that he could no longer see his grandfather, although he didn't know what death was.

Then Ardelheid was a newborn brother… as the Crown Prince's sister, who lived with no difficulty as one of the royal clans.

... until a young man suffers from a rare lung disease and ends up living a healing life in an outhouse without a husband to live in now.

"Now, Your Royal Highness... let us not let you down"

"Yes. daiji... ho! Ho ho!"

Bedrooms are luxuriously furnished to welcome Ardelheid and unbeatable in the private rooms of the Empire City…

Guided by the bedroom used by his predecessor, the best room in this outhouse, Ardelheid sighed... coughed up.

"So, will you be all right, Your Highness?!?

"It's okay. I'm just a little tired from my journey so far. Don't worry so much."

Hand control of the side service trying to rush over to the condition and tell them that there is nothing important to wait for.

"Really, good..."

With that said, it hurts a little to serve the side that takes a step back to distance itself from Ardelheid.

(Aren't you thin... even though you liked it and didn't get sick)

I know by reason.

The magic of healing by high priests does not work either, a disease that can only be cured by a few years of stillness, but is therefore called 'slaughter of the poor'.

Though rarely, there are no royals or civilians in fear of it.

But emotions don't follow.

Until just a month ago, I was loved by a butterfly, a flower, all the more so if they gave me my hands back as soon as I got sick.

(Oh, I can't believe I'm going to live in a place like this for two years...)

This outhouse, which has barely been used since Wilheim's collapse, has only enough servants to count.

A place situated opposite the gorgeous court, where I was until now.

Ardelheid has to live as quietly as a plant.

It was a disillusioning story now.

"Now, if you need anything, please call me anytime..."

That's all I'm saying, the caregiver leaves the room gently.

"Ugh..."

After the caregiver leaves the room, Ardelheid falls into a luxurious cot and one sobs quietly.

Only one against his own destiny.

... and a quiet, gloomy life began.

It was then three days later that a turning point came to Ardelheid.

There was a flutter and wind at the side of Ardelheid, who had been reading books by herself, only one day after moving to the land for three days, just to crush her spare time.

... that you are handicapped by your sick body, even though you are closing the window.

I wondered what was going on and Ardelheid opened his eyes when he saw the direction the wind had been blowing.

(... there's a door in there?

Doubting the illusion of his eyes, Ardelheid rubs his eyes and confirms again that there is a door.

I didn't even notice you came here and lived for three days...

No, it certainly didn't exist until yesterday, a black door with a cat painting.

Obviously, it's heterogeneous from the walls and doors around it. It was attached to the bedroom wall.

(What is it... like I've seen it somewhere...)

Standing in front of that door, Ardelheid looks at it surprised.

Strange thing, Ardelheid looked familiar at that door.

I can't remember where I saw it, but I do feel like I saw it here a long time ago.

Swallow the sawdust, the spit accumulated in a cup in his mouth, and Ardelheid hangs his hand on the door.

(Where the hell is it connected?

Normally, it's the next room, but this spacious former Wilheim bedroom has no next room.

Then it is unclear where the hell this door leads...

But Ardelheid's mind has no anxiety for any reason.

What is there is to distract me from this boredom, and the expectation of what lies ahead.

Yes, Ardelheid had unconsciously expected it.

To what lies ahead, without remembering.

Make a noise with the chillin 'chillin', the door opens.

"There you are... yeah?

A middle-aged man with tailored clothes and a hipster, not gorgeous but with clear seams, looks at Ardelheid and tilts his neck.

"Um... excuse me. Where am I?

Small tables and chairs lined up in a sloppy line. A room that is as bright as day, even though there are no windows.

Obviously not like the outhouse. But it does look familiar.

Confused by such a memory, Ardelheid asks a man who would be a resident of this room.

"Oh, oh... this is a cat job. It's a cook. From" The Other Man "like a lady, what's a different world dining room... oh"

The shopkeeper on the other hand finally remembered the identity of a guest who should have been here for the first time, but certainly looked familiar.

"I remember. Ma'am, you must be Mr. Wilheim's grandson, right?

I remember because I rarely visit a guest younger than a high school student nearby, let alone a young girl from another world, in this cross-world cafeteria.

An old man who was a regular who hadn't come to the store in over ten years brought him in, granddaughter.

Time stood, and it was much prettier, but it certainly has a shadow.

Even then he looked like this, strange.

"Well!? Do you know your uncle?!?

To the words, Ardelheid opens his eyes.

Regardless, it is natural to know the face and name of my grandfather, Wilheim, who was honored as a great wise emperor if he was roughly an imperial subjects, but few when he became an actual acquaintance.

Well, only a handful of people the royal family or Wilheim himself recognized as friends, such as those who could be called without even honoring Wilheim, who was the head of the empire.

Who is this man who can do that?

"Yeah well. I've heard a lot about us.

... What do you say? For today, I'll make it a service. So why don't you eat our food?

Over the last ten years... the shopkeeper remembers a nostalgic face he hadn't seen since he inherited the store and completely forgot, hanging a kind word for Ardelheid.

I've never had that old man eat his own dishes when I thought he loved the croquettes his predecessors made.

Then at least you can make it better for your daughter, who says she's her grandson.

Yes, I thought about it.

"Cook... ah"

Ardelheid, on the other hand, also recalls the moment he hears the shopkeeper's words.

Yes, here I am...

"If that's the case... I'd like to eat that... 'cloud'..."

I ate something very tasty.

"Clouds?... Oh, so to speak..."

I remember when this girl came here before, and the shopkeeper nodded.

The shopkeeper was also remembering. What is the dish served to this adorable guest?

"Okay. Just a moment. I'll have it with you soon."

That said, the store owner pulls into the kitchen and starts preparing to make it.

... Back when I was a previous generation, I started putting that dish on the menu as' dessert 'after being my own.

And a lot later, the shopkeeper finally brings Ardelheid's 'Clouds'.

"Thank you for waiting. Cloud of your order…" Chocolate Parfait. "

Softly it is placed in front of Ardelheid.

"Well..."

The appearance… Ardelheid leaked one word into the gorgeous appearance of the food.

Take your time, then.

The shopkeeper calls Ardelheid, staring at Parfait like he was fascinated, and then pulls him in the back.

And only Ardelheid and Chocolate Parfait were left at the table in the Dining Room of the Other World.

(Sounds more like a bright piece of work than food...)

I was young when I first ate it but therefore didn't remember it well, but this cloud... the Chocolate Parfait was so gorgeous that I didn't think it was food.

First, what is used in the vessel is a transparent, clear cup.

Perfectly organized construction with no irregularities whatsoever. It is also beautiful that only the edges of the cup are wavering like flowers.

And what is adorned there was also unbeatably beautiful.

First, the first thing you see is a cloud as white as a snow mountain.

On a pin and pointy white cloud, a black one is hung from the top, which flows softly and paints an elegant pattern.

On top of it, moreover, are scattered brightly coloured grains, adding colour to the mountains composed of white and black.

Colorful fruits and baked confectionery on the edge of that mountain.

One side of the well baked wheat baked confectionery is painted with the same shade of black as the one hung on the mountain, and the contrast is beautiful.

The red berry fruit, which is further broken in half, the green fruit scattered with black grains and the fruit of the sliced raw colour are adorned, giving the mountains a bright colour.

And underneath... under the mountain is a layer of white, tea, and wheat, and its beautiful split into three layers can also be seen through a clear glass.

With so many different shades of added gorgeous food, the luxury of being in the world as Empire Empress is also unusual for Ardelheid, who is going through it all.

Honestly, it was too much to spare to eat.

(... it's time for you)

Nevertheless, I can't help but stare forever.

Ardelheid quietly stays silent, takes a long spoon of a well-polished pattern and starts eating parfait.

The first thing to eat is the top of the mountain… a white mountain full of black stuff.

Let the spoon dive in there.

The parfait with the spoon can be cut off without resistance, as if it were a cloud.

A small, triangular mountain built on a spoon.

Covered in plenty of black stuff. Carry that gently in your mouth.

(... well)

Ardelheid took an unexpected breath at the sight.

That was worse than any food in Ardelheid's memory.

(sweet but... not very sweet)

Something faintly bitter and sweet dissolves and disappears all the time in your mouth.

What I feel after a delicious mix of sweetness and bitterness is the flavour of intense milk and… sweetness.

To its taste, Ardelheid has a certain contradictory feeling with his preferences.

The 'luxurious treats' that Ardelheid usually speaks of in the Empire are all sweet.

The more expensive sugar you use, the more luxurious and delicious the confectionery is.

For this reason, the confectionery that Ardelheid usually eats, counted as one of the most noble women in the empire in the literal sense, was terribly sweet.

(But... this is definitely better!

Ardelheid, who doesn't like too much because he feels the sweetness usually served, eats with a spoon or spoon in his obsession.

Because the sweetness is discouraged, I feel it has a strong taste other than sweetness.

White that tastes like milk and bitter and that adds to the sweetness again, black.

That melts and disappears in my mouth.

What remains is a dream flavor.

(And the sweetness and sourness of this fruit... oh!

Green fruit cut into large bites and red fruit to be spooned up.

These two types, which have a beautiful color flavour, were dared to use something that was not excessively ripe.

Fruit with sweetness but also firm acidity.

But it rests the tongue used to sweetness, adding to the sweetness and deliciousness of the white and black clouds.

(And this baked confectionery and fruit...)

Pick the baked confectionery with two neat fingers, knowing that it cannot be done with a spoon, and glimpse it.

Black and flour-dyed baked sweets with white ones are still reduced in sweetness and have a crisp, crushing aroma.

And the last one, the fruit with the colour of production, is also different from the cloud, with a fruity sweetness.

(How many flavors... Yikes!?

Ardelheid, who remained silent and enjoyed countless sweet flavor competitions spreading through his mouth, accidentally raised his voice.

The white food I ate went... cold as snow.

(This is... different from what I was on top of!?

Just an unintentional hit.

Hiding beneath the fluffy clouds was a snow cloud that looked very similar, as if it were another… pregnant with the cold of winter.

It's smooth and stays in your mouth longer than the clouds above… cold as snow.

(... I can't believe such a treat existed!?

The snow clouds melting on the warm Ardelheid tongue are silky smooth and sweet.

I have eaten sweets in the palace, finely crushed with magically produced ice and juiced fruit with mountains of honey and sugar, but the taste is heterogeneous to it.

It was an unknown… second experience in my life for Ardelheid.

(plenty of snow, winter clouds... and)

Remembering my grandfather's words, as I went on eating, the spoon eventually digs it.

earthy, round chunks.

At first glance, Ardelheid carries it into his mouth without hesitation.

(Sweet and bitter... this...)

Harder than the white clouds above, with reduced sweetness.

A cold treat, with the flavor of the black thing that was on top.

The slight bitterness of it stains the tongue, which enjoys plenty of sweetness, and is pleasant.

(... oh, it's over...)

At the end of the day Ardelheid learns loneliness while eating baked confectionery with a strong aroma of wheat, with little else sweet than the round chunks left on top and the sweetness inhaled from the white snow clouds.

It was a terrible shame that this wonderful taste competition finally ended.

But at that time, I also visit them irregularly.

Finished eating until the last piece of baked confectionery, Ardelheid gently places the spoon.

"... Phew"

What got me sighing was a little nagging and plenty of satisfaction.

Ardelheid softly sits down and looks at the empty cup.

(With that said... it's been a long time since I've felt this way)

To that satisfaction, Ardelheid smiles naturally.

... This is the first laugh I've had since I got sick.

"I'm fine, it looks like you're out. Good, good."

Seeing a satisfied Ardelheid, the shopkeeper says with a laugh.

"I do this store once every seven days, so come back if you feel like it... I'll get the money next time."

In this way, I am somewhat pleased to see the guests who have been enlivened by eating something delicious.

With that in mind, the store owner tells Ardelheid.

"... Yes. I'll be back for sure."

In contrast, Ardelheid also replied with a grin.

And Ardelheid returns to his own room in the outhouse again.

(Money... how many gold coins will be enough?

I wonder how much gold that wonderful treat would take if it were meant to be?

With that in mind, Ardelheid rolls into his bedroom bed.

Soon drowsiness strikes me because of my full stomach and feelings.

In order to do so, a restful sleep spreads through the bedroom before noon.

For the first time in a long time, Ardelheid enjoyed his daytime meltdown with a smile on his face.

Ardelheid dreams.

Dream of getting better one day… waiting for a blissful time to visit in seven days.

... she doesn't know.

Seven days from now, you'll be greatly worried about which one to ask for in the letters of several 'parfaits' lined up on the menu.