The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Behind a certain deep forest.

There is a small village without a name.

There are approximately 100 inhabitants of the village, dressed in matching grass-dyed clothes, who live on a qualitative basis with nuts and fruits that can be taken near the village.

The inhabitants of this village are small people of a size who can ride on the palms of man, called Lillipat.

Unlike fairies, where even the same dwarf usually has wings and flies around a wide range, where he also often has relationships with humans, Lillipat creates and lives a village within a very narrow range, rarely negotiating with anyone other than the same Lillipat.

The lilypats in this village, like the rest of the lilypats, barely negotiate with humans and have only about one more thing to do with selling nuts to an old wizard woman who lives alone in a house in the woods.

They have a fun day every 7 days.

Normally, the men who put their energy into work, the women who work in housework, the children who are shaking and playing around, all go out to the same place.

The place to go out is a different world dining room.

It is a day to be called a festival for them.

A little far from the village, in a small square that opened snugly in the woods, they were gathered together.

"Okay! It's taken!

A young man, said to be the best tree climbing celebrity in the village, fixed it with a rope made of matte grass down, and spoke to the men waiting downstairs for about five adults.

Rising the less tangled 'black wall' is a broken bone inside.

Still, some people ascend to this' golden exhaust ', but he still often ascends mostly at times like this.

"Okay! Guys, we're pulling! Let's go!

"" "" "" Ohh, ooh, ooh!

"Tocha, hang in there!

"Almost there! Gamble!"

The men of the village pull the rope at the same time, in line with the chanting of the village chief and with the cheering of the women and children.

Kiwi......

Make a faint noise and a black wall… from a distance the door with the cat painting opens.

Opening this door is pretty tough for them to be powerless compared to other, much more gigantic species.

The men of the village need to work hard with the rope of the grass tied to the handle thus.

"All right, there you go... we're gonna get through this now!

At some point the gap opened, following the instructions of the village chief, who saw it fit, the people of the village crept into the door gap one after the other.

First of all, women with old people and milk drinkers.

Then children who grew up to the point where they could walk on their own.

And finally, the men before the door closes.

After everyone passes through, the door closes.

And the open square in the woods restored tranquility again.

in a room full of bright light of a different colour than the square of the forest.

A voice waves from heaven as they enter the corner of that room.

- There you are.

Talking to them out loud is the owner of this store big enough to look up.

The store owner knows.

After the door opened slightly on the phone, the dwarves came in and said it was a sign that they had come to the store.

Once the shopkeeper pulls into the back, he brings it.

Tray for carrying dishes, with a wet cloth towel on it.

Take that gently to the floor sleigh, the shopkeeper says.

- I'll show you to your seat, come here.

The people of their village could also be, one after the other riding on a tray.

- Do you want to go then... Yikes.

Once a dwarf has lifted a tray full of dwarves about half the people of the village ride it, the shopkeeper leads them to an open seat.

"Wow! Awesome. Yes!

"Wah! It's dangerous! I'm falling!"

"Look, wipe your shoes and hands properly. If you don't clean it up, you'll never get off."

All of a sudden, the sight opens to a height, and the children shudder at the way the various races are eating food, just as huge as the shopkeepers, and their mothers lust for it.

And wipe the back of your shoes and hands well with a wet cloth spread over the tray.

While doing so, a tray is gently placed on the table, and the villagers, who wiped their shoes back and hands well, descend on the table more and more.

- Well, I'll bring the rest.

All the dwarves on board descend and the villagers looking around Kyorokyoro on the high table call the shopkeeper and take the tray to the entrance to the store again.

The rest of the villagers who waited also get on the tray and are carried straight to the top of the table.

- As usual with your order?

On the table, at the entrance to the store, comparing the two, the shopkeeper confirms that they have all been transported, asks Lillipat for an order once.

The villagers nodded simultaneously at the confirmation, and the village chief's only daughter, the most beautiful girl in the village dressed in beautiful clothes, softly put up a large silver plate with people's faces on it.

Large silver plates made by humans, obtained by Lillipat selling nuts to forest witches, usually used by village craftsmen to cut them out and make silver dishes and ornaments.

Twice a month, it is the promise exchanged between them and the store owner that gives this away.

- Maido. Please wait a moment.

When the shopkeeper receives it with two fingers, a thumb and a finger, the shopkeeper heads to the kitchen in the back.

And they dwarves love it and burn it and bring it.

- Thank you for waiting. It's hot cake.

More and more, a big big hot cake, placed in the middle of the table.

Arranged around are three sweet honeys, filled with a cup of pottery about the size of a bucket.

The villagers cheer unexpectedly for the appearance of a treat every 7th.

To eat this, they also flaunt all the village work once every 7th and visit here.

"Oh, shop owner! I'm sorry, cut it out!

Tell the store owner the words so that the village chief shouts out.

Otherwise, Lillipat's voice won't reach the owner.

- Yes, sir.

The shopkeeper nods, nods the butter he puts on top of the hot cake with a fork, a bite size with a knife...... for the villagers it cuts to a sufficient size.

The villagers spit on the sweet smell of melted butter and tangled hot cakes spreading around.

- Take your time then. I'll bring you a replacement soon.

And the moment the shopkeeper, who cut all the cakes apart, spoke to the villagers.

They cheered and killed into the hot cake.

Now, the hotcakes cut by the villagers are managed in the village so that they reach the villagers equally.

First, "Cake Handling Clerk" approaches the edge of the plate and gives the cut cake to the villagers.

It is the result of years of thinking that if you take it on your own, it will be a big deal and avoid a fight or a weak, small child not being eaten.

... The handler occasionally licks butter on his hand or eats small pieces of cake that have fallen on a plate is acquiesced as a service.

There is a minority of people who eat the hot cake received in that way as it is.

Mostly go to the source of a bucket filled with sweet honey.

"Hang up more! Kechi!"

"No, no! It's gone, and you have enough to take home!

"Ah, here! How sloppy to hang both brown and black honey!

"Ah! sloppy! He's eating red fruit!

"It's okay. That's about it."

Each lined up before a woman forming before a bucket filled with honey of her choice.

The woman is a familiar one, applying honey to the hot cake with a brush dedicated to honey brought from the village.

There are three types of honey prepared. Three things: brown, everywhere sweet 'maple' and black, slightly bitter 'chocolate' and a loose, sweet and sour 'jam' made by simmering sugar in red berries.

The nectar that originally follows the hot cake is one of these, but since the village has almost split into three parts depending on which one it chooses, Lillipat and the others have asked the store owner to prepare them all one by one.

That's how it finally becomes just a hot cake that fills the bellies of all the Lillipats.

"All right! You've all gone!

After confirming that, Lillipat's grandfather packs the maple into a cup of tea he brings.

This is also good for honey coating clerks. The extra portion is to be taken back in a jar or bottle brought from the village.

(Regardless, that's why it's a big deal if you ketch the nectar to apply)

"Heh heh, now we can have some delicious bread for a while!

Lillipat's grandmother strokes with joy the heaviness filled with maples.

This human-made nectar is also excellent, and just apply it to the bread to make the usual bread a delicious treat.

Nothing stands out, a covert treat of an unnamed small village.

"So you've gone to everyone...?

Make sure all the villagers are holding or eating other hot cakes with honey painted on them, the village chief says.

"Then... let us thank the God of the earth who brings grace, and let us ask him"

With that word, the village chief hits a hot cake.

In a glass of mouth, warm sweetness spreads.

The village chief chose simply sweet maple.

It has a unique flavor, with sweeter honey than the others dyeing from the hot cake dough cuddly and spreading in the mouth.

"Mmm..."

The village chief swallows as he roars, drinking the tea he brings from the village in a great hurry.

An unsweetened cup of tea, still slightly warm, washes away the sweetness of the hot cake.

"Phew..."

The sweetness that pulls after this! I miss the sweetness I should have tasted earlier again, and the village chief hits the hot cake again!

Molluscs and sweet hot cakes. All this tastes like happiness that I can't get tired of eating for years.

A lot of Lillipat, who was on his journey, tasted this flavor in the store, became a trickle and lived there anew, and he could see that the village population grew in no time.

"Father. Split it up a little bit… I'd like to have some maple too"

One daughter of the village chief, who was eating hot cake with jam while being careful not to stain her beautiful clothes, sees such a father and gets a little envious and pointy in the mouth.

Of course my favorite is this sweet and sour and my mother loved the jam flavor...... I can't wait to see it look so yummy in front of me.

"Oh, okay, okay. I'll have some of yours."

The mayor of one village smiles bitterly again, cutting and dividing the hot cake with a dagger removed from his nostalgia and instead getting just a little hot cake.

"... um, good"

In a way, I snort at that flavor I could eat.

...... I loved the jam-flavored hot cake my wife died of illness 10 years ago.

It's sweet and sour... just a little, soggy.

If you look closely, each of the Lillipats did something similar.

Family, lovers, friends.

Cut each hot cake with a different flavor and replace.

A proud martial bone blacksmith with two heads bigger than the rest of Lillipat is turning bright red with his licence chocolate wiped off by his temporarily small wife.

The family brothers known for their many children are beaten by their mothers in an attempt to see what it would taste like to mix all the cake nectar they have received.

Young men and daughters who are usually arguing over something are exchanging half at a time because they only feel comfortable with one thing that says they eat jam and chocolate together.

The housewives, who were honey painters until recently, are talking to Peppa about exchanging loot from each other.

The old magician, who only has one in the village where he lived three years ago, patted his cake while dyeing his beard brown with a face such as I left him alone, and the old woman, a priest of the earth's God, who likewise has only one in the village, smiles happily surrounded by her grandchildren.

Such interaction is also a familiar sight for the Lillipats.

"Then you've been taken care of, shopkeeper!

The mayor shouts to the store owner after everyone finishes eating the hot cake as an alternative and making sure that one piece of cake chip hasn't fallen on that big hot cake plate.

- Maido. Then get back on board.

The store owner is also used to it, offering a tray all the time and putting the lilypats on board.

Then carry the lilypats, who weighed more than just a plate of hot cake before they came, and repeat gently unloading them near the entrance to the store.

- Then I look forward to using it again.

That said, the shop owner will gently open the door just a little bit.

"All right! You're all here!

"Yes!"

Confirming that, Lillipat and the others go out to the square outside the door simultaneously.

They were accumulating near the entrance to the door. They instantly finished going outside and signs of Lillipat disappear from the store.

"Steady. That's a great number of people every time."

The shopkeeper who finished dropping them off shrugs.

Previously... I only started coming to this store half the time now... No, I think I was only about 1/3.

Since when did you stop being able to carry it out in the first place?

The owner goes back to the kitchen with that in mind.

"One of these days, a feather-bearing dwarf or something starts coming."

And then I come up with that.

Inhabitants of different worlds with feathers have seen it, and dwarves began to visit in large quantities, as they had just done.

But I haven't seen a feathered dwarf yet.

"... well, no"

With dwarf strength in the first place, they can't even open the door without a few.

Then there will be no other people coming but dwarves from that village.

That's what I think back, back to work.

... the store owner doesn't know yet. That the day will come when the flock of Fairies, the feathered dwarf, will become regular at a later date.