The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

On a well sunny day, Alphonse was ready to go out in the house where he lived himself.

In the sun, he drops his mustache with a misrill swordbreaker, a gift from the Duke, who has used it for many years while reflecting his face on the surface of the water stored in a crude, inappropriate Alphonse handmade wooden barrel, but has not yet floated one rust, and dresses it in a stretch with a rubbed hem.

I replace my own sandals made from grass stems with hollow leather shoes that have been stained with water for about 5 years now when I wear them on rainy days with reference to what I have seen on the western continent, and I mock the misrillic rapiers that I usually use as wall decorations because they are one of the worse things to use right now.

Then I look at the fold and I cut it, but it still comes with grass that stretches out my hair.

Alphonse is ready.

Anyway, the place to go out is a special place.

It is the only hope for Alphonse and a place where there is something to be said even with the benefactor of life.

... and perhaps the last place to visit today.

Just because I feel that way, Alphonse is more self-absorbed than usual.

"... All right, this would be it"

Ready, Alphonse scratches one on the wall.

Cross to erase 6 vertical bars, horizontal bars.

It is this simple proof that reveals Alphonse's 'special day'.

I don't know how many times I've waited for this day.

Okay, let's go.

With all the thoughts of the universe and with those words spoken in the same way as usual, Alphonse leaves his own house behind.

Thus came silence in the cave, where there was nothing to dwell but Alphonse, and where markings were stamped throughout the walls to discover the special day by surprise.

Alphonse walks the path he could walk, and reaches it before the sun rises directly above him.

Looking around, small high hills.

At its top you can only see sparsely grown grass and... black doors.

Alphonse keeps walking towards his current destination.

Don't get lost, walk in firm footsteps, and drink the spit that flooded out early on.

"Oh, it's been seven days..."

Solo words leak polarizing that have become learningless because I have been alone for an extra long time.

I'm also hungry.

My whole body was waiting for it.

And when he reaches the door, Alphonse opens the door without hesitation.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the door opens as the bell sounds.

"There you are."

"Store owner! It's curry! Curry, give me rice!

Tell them the name of the treat you couldn't help but want to eat, as overlapping the store owner's greeting words.

So much so that I couldn't wait.

"Yes. Please wait a moment."

Such a bitter smile at Alphonse as usual, the shopkeeper pulls into the kitchen in the back.

After dropping it off, Alphonse sits somewhere in the usual designated seat of Alphonse at this store.

"Yeah, not yet. You haven't?"

I can't live up to my hunger and anticipation, and wait softly for my arrival within minutes of sitting down.

Curry rice is the taste of the soul for Alphonse.

It is not an exaggeration to say that we live to eat this.

The desire to wait for it is stronger than anyone.

Until I mouth the curry rice, I don't even care about the sound around me.

Because it is the curry rice that you expect most from this store.

"Thank you for waiting. It's curry rice."

And after five minutes it is finally placed before Alphonse.

Served on a large plate, curry rice.

A brown lou with a pile of white rice and a large piece of equipment hung over it.

A bright red fukuzinzuke, filled with tiny jaws.

A cup with plenty of lemon water and water for a mouth fix.

Larger spoon reflecting brilliant light in silver.

Perfectly organized table, first treat in 7 days.

The exciting aroma of Alphonse loving and unstoppable, plenty of spices strikes straight through Alphonse's nose today at the stomach where he hasn't put anything in since the morning he prepared for this day.

"Ok, ok..."

As usual. Plus, I take a silver sparkling spoon with a satisfying nod.

Softly bury the spoon in the pile of curry in front of you and squeeze it up.

Lou with plenty of meat and vegetables and a pure white rice.

That, gently carry the spoon that became the little curry rice itself to your mouth...... chew.

Hard.

The first thing I feel is spiciness.

The spices, which were precious in the home principality, are still used so much that the spices, formulated in perfect balance, strike Alphonse.

When I first ate it, I accidentally tasted the spiciness, but Alphonse chews it thoroughly and indulgently knowing what to call this curry.

Then, the flavors other than spice start to mix.

A unique sweetness that is represented by the bite of white rice.

There is no odor in pork cut into large corners, which is tender to simmer and melt carefully, and the fat rides well.

The taste of the oranier, which blends abundantly into the sauce, and the oranier, which begins to simmer later and holds its original shape, is well stained and sweet with the flavour of the curry.

Vegetables not yet known when orange curuto and alphonse were in the Principality...... other customers say it is the fruit of Danshak, but also inhale plenty of curry again, spicy and soft.

They melt in your mouth and create one flavor.

"Uhm, good"

While I think about it, the store is finer and varied, but this wonderful flavor remains the same.

The first bite tastes, the next bite still wants to taste it and mouths it...... then from time to time I devour it to throw it in my stomach pinching fukuzinzuke and lemon water.

From the forehead of Alphonse to the spicy Lou... and a glimmer of sweat.

But I can't stop, I can't stop.

Squeeze with a spoon and repeat the transporting to your mouth in a prolonged manner.

Yes, this is the curry rice.

The feeling of spiciness and multiple flavors mixing together to become overwhelming delicacies, which fills the stomach.

That feeling is why Alphonse doesn't stop loving Curry Rice.

According to stories I once told my predecessors, Curry Rice is one of the most popular yoshooks in the other world.

It also has a snortable taste.

Compared to meat, fish, and raw nuts and fruits that just shake salt and cook or boil, at least like you usually eat, is also awkward.

(Though I've eaten 1,000 times... no sign of boredom at all)

I remember the first time I visited this store with such feelings as I flaunted my curry all over my mouth.

Lucky or unlucky. When I first came to this store after finding the door by myself.

When I heard about the restaurant where I hadn't spoken of all sorts of things for three days, and asked me to serve the food quickly because I had money, and I was hungry anyway, for a while I threw all the gold coins I didn't have to use economically, this is what the previous owner said.

'Uh-huh. For now, Curry can get it out right away, okay?

And it was Curry Rice we met.

I can vividly recall the unknown delicacies I met at age 35, which also inspired my appetite for the spiciness of it served when I was hungry, and I was disappointed by the surprising momentum myself.

Then I have visited this store 1,000 times.

While surviving six days waiting heartily for once every seven days, and even devouring curry every seven days.

"Um. Curry rice is still the supreme. Teriyaki, it's the Omelette that's out of the way..."

Reminds me of an old story and leaks my thoughts that haven't changed a single step since then.

How many years ago did you argue about that?

No matter what others do, the most delicious dish to eat rice is curry rice.

It is the unwavering truth.

"Phew..."

And just 10 minutes later, Alphonse exhales a satisfactorily curry-flavored breath after eating up a pile of curry rice on the plate.

"Hey, you're eating as much as ever."

I knew someone who was watching that...... Rothcuts talks to Alphonse.

"What, I was just hungry. Store owner, I need a replacement. In a lot of places."

With a clear face as usual, I hope for a replacement while wiping the lou of my mouth with a ossiboli.

"Oh my God. Are you even a curry? I never get tired of it."

"Are you bored? Curry's possibilities are endless. Why don't you just turn it into a cutlet curry once in a while? That's good again, too. It's better than eating like that."

For now, the hunger is filled, joking back at the loin cutlets speaking to Alphonse.

For Alphonse, there are two main types of dishes in this store.

It's not curry or curry.

The cutlets and fries are mostly curry.

Especially in combination with loin cutlets come pretty high.

I meant it just to know that.

"No. Sauce and beer are the best suits for loin cutlets. You can't give up there."

Rothkatsu waves his head like the most stubborn race in the world: his grandfather, the mage, and refuses.

"Hmm. Same as ever. Anything more interesting these days?

Alphonse doesn't pursue that much either, and asks Rothkatsu in casual condition.

"I don't..."

That's how Alphonse exchanges words with the loin cutlets as usual.

casual chatter with other human beings, including exotic people, that can only be done in the store.

This is another reason Alphonse can't stop loving this place.

... In that place where I usually live, it was something I couldn't get anything from until 3 days ago.

Indulge in that… with a careful taste of the second dish of curry.

"Store owner, you took care of me. Thank you."

Eventually, Alphonse, who flattened the second platter of large curries, takes a seat and expresses his gratitude to the shopkeeper.

It's a heartfelt word.

Had it not been for this store, I would have lost my life a long time ago.

I know that, but it was a dead word.

"Yes?... Thank you. See you later."

To the words, the store owner returns the words, although a little surprised.

I know Alphonse has been a regular since his predecessors before he succeeded to the store, but even in the memory of its owner, I feel like this is the first time he's been thanked.

Normally, the price was paid in gold a long time ago, so I'm leaving.

"Oh, I'll see you in a minute."

And Alphonse leaves the store with a little loneliness to think about from now on.

... thinking about when you can come next, etc.

Two hours after Alphonse left the store.

Alphonse sighed softly as he saw the island he had lived on for years moving away.

"My Lord General. What's wrong, sir?

An aristocratic officer who was nearby asks nervously to Alphonse.

Nearly 20 years ago, a legendary general whose ship sank and went missing in a monster opponent's naval battle on his way to the western continent.

I was amazed when I found out that the man had survived only one person, drifting to an isolated island in the sea where there was nothing to visit because he was off course.

A concurrent human would have died of despair or illness or injury.

But he was surviving.

Burn in the day, defeat and eat the beasts of the island according to the logic of weak and strong eating, for 20 years on an island where no one lives.

In the storm, an off-road military ship stopped on the island to repair a damaged ship and met Alphonse, who looked half wild three days ago.

And after three days of first aid repair, he left the island the last time he finished riding the general that he had been looking around at an island he had been familiar with for many years.

And now, this is how the line is headed for the Principality.

"... if you think about it, it just doesn't make sense to keep waiting for 7,000 days or 1,000 degrees to keep waiting for just seven days."

Pompous, Alphonse squeaks as he looks at a distant island.

"Yes? What do you mean?

"What, a little solitary?"

Without knowing what it means and smiling bitterly at the officer who asked him back, Alphonse returns the words.

(... Is there that door in the Principality as well?

Secondly, such questions arise.

I've heard from other customers that that door dots all over the world.

Then it wouldn't be strange to have it in my beloved homeland, the Principality.

(... try to find it)

Which way, now that it's 50 years past, it's the only way to retire, and I hear that our Lord's seat has moved to my son a long time ago.

There must be enough time to be free when you return to the Principality to rot.

Alphonse decides to think about its use.

(Sure... the knight of the Principality was in the guest)

And very recently, the Terriyaki guy brought him in, and Alphonse is convinced that a good shrimp fly lover knight was wearing an official Duchy military outfit when he put him on a curry.

Somewhere in the Principality there must be a door, if you look, you'll find it.

(Look for it when you get home)

Blur and Alphonse consolidated their resolve and continued to be rocked by military ships bound for the Principality.

... and three months later.

Alphonse was visiting there.

From the capital of the Principality, 3 hours by horse.

A crumbling cabin nestled in a wilderness with nothing around.

"After all, was there?"

I see it, whining with the habit of still uninterrupted solitude.

... a cabin with a familiar black door in the wrong place.

Alphonse dresses differently than before.

Keep Rapier and Swordbreaker.

However, the clothes worn are not broken, and the brand new shoes are well polished.

The mustache is organized and dignified with the hands of a specialist craftsman, and the hair is cut short.

That's what you deserve as a nobleman, a former general of the Principality.

The absence of a squire or escort is due to the ease of the hidden body.

"Something surprisingly close by."

A month to reach the Principality.

From there it took me two months to hear from the halfling of the journey and follow the legend of the familiar 'regulars' to find out.

Alphonse opens the door with momentum as he suppresses his feelings to do it.

Chillin 'chillin' and the door bell ringing.

"There you are... that? It's been a long time, Mr. Alphonse."

"Oh, long time no see! But first the curry! Curry, get Rice out! Right away!

It's been three months!

The usual loud voice sounded desiring curry.