The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Southern part of the western continent...... In a strip called the land of sand, magic is prevalent.

The land of sand is overshadowed by desert deserts where the majority of its national territory yields nothing and nothing can be taken.

There is no country wider than the land of sand if you look over all two continents, east and west, if only the size of pure national territory, but the power of that country is counted as one of the countries with considerable power in the western continent.

And the people of the land of sand shall dwell only in the water-rich sea, near the river, and in the sandy sea, and in the pompous and floating oasis, making cities.

It was the inevitability of such a patterned deathbed that magic developed.

Magic is the knitted secret of an elf that slipped off the seat of the ruler of the world more than a thousand years ago due to an epidemic of tremendous momentum.

One of the few means by which humans, a vulnerable species, can resist the great nature.

It was only in a sandy country that lived in a harsh nature compared to other countries that it was strongly sought after.

The technique of lighting a fire in a desert that has not fallen one tree cut, the way of knowing the right path in a desert that has no sign, the means of obtaining water that connects life in a desert that has not fallen one drop of water.

And weapons to fight the terrible demons who adapted to the desert and the endless corpses of travellers who lost their lives in the desert.

There are more than twice as many magicians in the land of sand who sought them out for the magic of Elf's legacy as in other countries without even asking about their quality, and it is only natural that there must be a few caravans crossing the dangerous sand sea, so much so that if they are aristocrats, they have the knowledge of witchcraft and are taken for granted.

Because it is such a country, the “it”, which was conceived very recently, exploded into a land of sand and became a new specialty.

Noon.

The time when the sun, which continues to shine mercilessly all year round in the sky, erodes with the heat that should frighten the neighborhood and the people on the road walk out covered in sand and sun sheltered hood.

The young magician, who had opened a stall in the shade, was silently preparing it.

Fill cloth bags with ground and powdered kaffa seeds, a common beverage in this country of sand, and drop them in hot water filled with copper jars.

The juice of the kaffa stained from the powder dissolves in the water and dyes the water dark brown.

Stir in sugar that is imported from an island near the land of sand with a hand that is used to it but is therefore sold at a price that is also accessible to ordinary people in the land of sand.

Up to this point, it is a way of drinking kaffa traditionally handed down to the land of sand.

"Well..."

The new kaffa, unique to the sorcerer, is different from here.

With finishing touches, chant spells and use magic.

It is the magic of cold air that is used...... preliminary magic alongside the magic of ignition in a land of sand that is of high value in the cool wind.

Its chilled chilled air is sprayed on the copper jar, and as he sees it, the copper jar and the kaffa that went inside are cold and cold.

And a cup from a cold jar on the kink. Pours the couffer and pours it down his throat.

A well cooled kaffa goes through your throat when it is unparalleled with a normal hot kaffa, with a refreshing, sweet and bitter taste spreading through your mouth.

Make sure of that, and the man sticks up his voice.

"Come on. Come on. Meet me! It's a freshly chilled sweet couch! It's cold!

The voices of those who go their way line up in front of the stall.

"One drink."

"Yes!

Pour a well cooled cup of copper into the ceramic cup in response to the customer's voice.

Drink it deliciously.

"Kuha."

My voice leaks unexpectedly.

Drink during hot days, cold kaffa. The taste was exceptional.

Magically chilled kaffa.

It overturned Kaffa's common sense that it was something to drink while it was inherently hot, and if it cooled, it would make it less sour.

The kaffa cooled at once by magic tastes different and better than the kaffa cooled naturally.

In the land of sand, which is also the land of sorcery that found out about it, chilled kaffa became a very common beverage.

Now we can have several stalls selling chilled kaffa in a bronze jar that cannot be chilled, and moisturizing the throats of the people of the land of sand.

And the inventor's name is…

Near the desert with nothing, by the king's capital.

One young man stood in front of a black, cat painted door floating in a desert with nothing.

Young man with a positive face and brunette skin like polished copper, dark hair like black pearls and a forged supple body.

Beautifully embroidered, brightly coloured silk garments and golden ornaments scattered all over the body.

His name is Sharif. He is one of the regular members of the Dining Room of the Other World, living in this land of sand.

Sharif was nervous.

(Is it fulfilling...)

The carving limit is the time when the sun passes through the centre of the south and begins to lean slightly west… through the day, the hottest time.

She visits roughly at this hour...... which is why Sharif is visiting the door in this hot sun.

(Can't help thinking about it, can you?)

Decide to open the door.

Hearing the chillin 'chillin' doors, Sharif first checks the store.

(... Hmm. Are you there today?)

There are sparse customers in the store but no 'girlfriend'.

Too bad about that and a little relief, he sits in the back of the store, in a less conspicuous seat.

"Go ahead. It's a menu"

The owner is also used to bringing water and a menu to the charlief who did not speak a word and sat in the designated seat.

"Uhm."

Nodding to Eagle Deep, Sharif checks the menu.

Opening is the section 'Drinks'.

Looking through the drinks lined up there, Sharif places the order as usual.

"Coffee float with ice cream. Kaffa, make it sweeter."

"Yes, I did."

Upon finishing the order, Sharif hands the menu to the store owner and, as usual, relaxes and relaxes.

It's still a strange place.

About 5 years ago, when I was just growing up and walking around Castle Town, I stumbled upon a black door when I was snuggling in with a lunar night walk.

Beyond that, curious, was a cafeteria of different worlds.

Different world cafeteria. A place where many inhabitants of the world of the Sharifs visit and depress their tongues in the cuisine of different worlds.

Chareef himself has gone to this store sometimes since he found the black door and has spoken of the various dishes in this store.

Visit once a month or not.

Since the setting of the sun, which unmercifully turns the world into a scorching land.

But for just a few months now, Sharif became bound to go through the sun-high carving limits once every seven days.

… It was only from that time that I was able to do so.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the door of the store tells the visitors.

Whenever that sound sounds, Sharif accidentally checks the entrance to the store.

(... Different)

Coming in, I sigh unexpectedly when I see a half-elf mage who has come to greet my father with her master before Sharif is still an adult.

I think that's beautiful with that one, but it's out of Sharif's taste, and most importantly, that magician should have been such a different year to my father and mother when I saw him.

Unfortunately, it's not Sharif's preference.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a coffee float."

The shopkeeper placed a glass cup and a silver sparkling spoon in front of the dust and shareef, as he anticipated the discouraging shareef.

(... okay. Because this is delicious)

Refreshing his mind, Sharif turns his gaze to the drink in front of him.

Hard, with some clear ice floating around, a well cooled cup of glass filled with surprising droplets on the outside and placed on ice, white lumps...... ice cream.

From the cup is inserted a cylinder with a snake belly to bend along the way, so that you can drink the kaffa without tilting the cup.

It is a beverage unique to different world dining rooms, which Sharif prefers and asks for, living in the land of sand and preferring Kaffa.

First, Sharif gently puts her lips against that cylinder and sucks.

(um. Yummy)

I nod inside to the flavor of a well cold, sweet and bitter kaffa that poured into my mouth.

This chilled kaffa is a delicious dish found very recently in the world of sharifs.

... specifically since Sharif ordered a servant who could use the magic of cold air to make it.

Although the otherworldly kaffa, normally put in water, is also aromatic and delicious inside, the kaffa, often cold and balanced between sweetness and bitterness, tastes exceptional in hot desert countries all year round.

So much so that these days it was even born into rhetoric: 'It's as different as a chilled and chilled cupfa'.

(Well, next...)

I drink to the extent that I have a kaffa and finally get my hands on the upper ice cream where I no longer have to worry about zero.

Take the spoon, insert the spoon into the ice cream, which is pure white as opposed to the kaffa, and lift it up.

White on sakuri and shredded keys. Bring it to your mouth.

What spreads in your mouth is a sweet aroma and a tingling sweetness.

It melts gently with a cold aftertaste in your mouth, leaving a dark milk, egg flavor, and a cold sweetness to disappear.

(The ice cream here is still delicious......)

I don't give it to my mouth while I think about it in my heart.

This, the confectionery called ice cream used for coffee floats, is usually eaten by sharifs, a little different from ice confectionery.

The ice confectionery itself, which magically cools, freezes and eats various fruit juices and sugar water, is a familiar confectionery for sharifs, but it has no more intense sweetness or softness.

I also know that ice cream has several different flavors besides the 'vanilla' used in the coffee floats that Chareef prefers.

During the summer months in different world cafeterias, there are usually only a few types of ice cream to be served.

The prices are cheap, each one has its own differences, all taste no less delicious than they are.

Regrettably, magically no more varied flavor can be prepared than in the 'kingdom' of the eastern continent or in a desert country that prides itself on having the same skill.

As for that, my sister, who ate what I gave her as a souvenir when I brought it back from this store with a play, also agreed.

... Since then, it has been a miscalculation to start demanding cold ice cream souvenirs from my brother.

That's how Sharif was eating ice cream that touched and hardened with ice and at the same time had a unique flavour mixed with the flavour of Kaffa by touching with Kaffa, that was when.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the entrance door tells visitors.

"... muh!?

Sharif, who saw the entrance to the sound, stops the movement.

"Good day, shopkeeper."

It was one princess Reiki who came.

White skin like falling out and rose-stained cheeks, in contrast to the brown skin of Sharif. Pale blond hair. My eyes are blue as the sea and my lips are pale peachy.

The clothes you're wearing are only plain with the decorations, but the fabrics and tailoring are super top notch wonderful.

Yes, she is the one...

"There you are. Since you always order?

"Right...... no, still show me the menu. Sometimes I want to try a parfait other than a chocolate parfait."

This is why Sharif started going to this store.

Suck up the remaining kaffa in a cylinder.

"... yeah. Right. Store owner. Excuse me, can I have a koohiizelii parfait today?"

"Yes, sir."

Sitting in a different seat from Sharif, chasing with his eyes the figure of a beautiful thinker.

... Because of my mind, I felt that the remaining kaffa was sweeter than earlier.

(Hmm. Is it a little late?)

The time limit at which the sun begins to set. After a different world dining room, Sharif returned to the desert country, holding a box containing three types of ice cream that his sister had asked for in his hand.

(You were still beautiful. Today was a good day)

Sharif ran out of hands and recently found out who the Thinker was.

Princess of the Empire, one of the great powers alongside the kingdom, on the eastern continent.

First Empress Ardelheid, name the man.

of this country, more beautiful and pathetic than any woman. That look and, you know, the face that looks like a heartfelt delight when eating a parfait.

Every time I see it, my face, which was bleeding and white, regains its blood and fills it with the vitality characteristic of a young woman of her age.

They fascinated the shareef and lodged a fierce flame in the chest of the shareef.

(Why don't you talk to your father... you need to hold Lanner in order to do that)

The young, wise Sharif decides to ask for the cooperation of her sister, who is so adorable that it doesn't hurt for her father to put it in his eyes.

Anyway, the other princess of the Empire. Chareef and I haven't lost the house, but we can still talk about the continent.

It's better to have more allies.

(Reiki no. Will you respond to my love?

With that in mind, Chareef returns to the palace.

Desert country located in the southern part of the western continent. The day the prince king of his kingdom proposed to the princess of the empire was not far off.