The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

On the second floor of a cat or building, a bar enters as a tenant.

The name of the store is Leonheart.

Originally started about 20 years ago by a master flying around Japan and overseas as as sales, pushing off the opposition of his family after responding to his early hopeful retirement, an adult social place.

It converts a large enough lot of the grounds to a brewery for liquor to be made by a fairly large restaurant, and the part of the store is just a tiny shop with one counter the size of which the master can turn by himself.

There are no young daughters, no karaoke, but the liquor has everything from cheap to fairly expensive that the master collected using his knowledge from when he was flying all over Japan but abroad, and by saying that the master familiar with the liquor serves delicious liquor at an affordable price, it's quite regular.

If you don't show bad business or even luxury, maybe you'll make money to the extent that you can live normally until you die.

It is such a store.

Well, there's no sale in a regular bar in this store.

"Pre-emergence."

A knob of liquor from this store that can be delivered from the restaurant below in the form of a 'pre-show', which can only be ordered between the opening of the store at 6pm and 9pm.

That's much better than those taverns there.

The only things served are light ones that pinch with their hands, but they are all 'professional flavors' made by a decent cook and go well with alcohol.

A wide variety of liquors full of breweries that make up the majority of the store's premises and delicious knobs that stand out from other stores that can be delivered on the go.

The combination is popular, and it is the scenery of this store that neighborhood salariers who sneak out of work hook a cup of their favorite booze into their dishes with their favorite knobs.

And it was during a certain 'Saturday' business that the master received that order.

Chin, and the elevator installed in the back of the brewery making a mild noise stops upstairs for loading ingredients.

Hear the noise, say no to the guest, and then the master goes to a deep elevator that the guest cannot see to receive the outing he was asking for.

"Hey, I've been waiting... oh, did you bring it today"

The welcoming master asks the shopkeeper, who came out of the elevator with a tray, just a little strange.

The master is also the owner of this building, the secret of the downstairs restaurant, The Western Cat Ya... he knows about the different world canteens.

Nearly 20 years ago, I was surprised when a previous generation of store owners asked me about it after I rented the second floor here on the condition that they would now undertake one of the sales of this store, pre-service.

But that being said, what happened on the first basement floor where the store was originally different.

Sometimes it hardly affects Leonheart upstairs in the building enough to be told to sell me liquor to serve to the 'other customer', and I only got used to it.

"I thought the usual lady was going to bring it... talk to you about booze?

Over the past few months, it has been the job of a blonde waitress with unusual hair decorations that the store owner has newly hired to deliver 'out front' to this store on Saturday.

That's why if the store owner brings it, most of the time when he has a consultation about something to drink.

A dating since the current shopkeeper was a minor, the master had a precise idea of what that meant.

"Yeah. I just wanted to talk to you about something."

While responding lightly to such a master's inquiry, the store owner gives the master the tray on which the departure was carried.

Bright green, freshly boiled and still warm edamame.

Freshly fried potato chips seasoned with green seaweed and salt.

Raisin butter sandwich with sweet homemade lamb raisin butter sandwiched with salty biscuits.

Mixed sandwich with eggs and tuna, as well as ham cheese and classic flavors.

Three types of grilled rice balls with mixed butter soy sauce, green onion miso and salted kelp from the western restaurant that I recently added to the menu.

All the dishes put on top are the orders of the regular people who have asked to cut up their holiday work shortly after the store opens, and are just some of Leonheart's knobs that are particularly popular.

"Hi, thanks. Why don't we get this out first, and then we'll talk about it?"

When the master says so, he gently leaves the dishes he receives from the store owner in front of the guests one after the other.

"Thank you for waiting. You have arrived… may I offer you a replacement?

That's how I put the knob down with a word, and then I take an order of liquor that fits the knob and put it out.

And prepare for additional orders pale and out.

It's quiet because noisy guests rarely come in Leonheart, where there are many customers who want to drink quietly.

"Take your time, then. I'm going to take this off a little bit."

Say no to the guests again and then return to the brewery.

"So what kind of booze do you want?

Ask the store owner who waited in front of the elevator what he wanted.

"Right...... about 2 bottles in a helicopter that aren't too expensive with sweet shochu, can you split them up?

Thank you. Today's guests like shochu. "

The store owner also communicates the "order" without even getting used to it.

"I see, shochu? Right...... can I get a real shochu of potatoes and wheat from Kyushu? He's a little high."

Think a little about the store owner's order, gently select and tell them what matches the criteria.

"Thank you. It helps."

The shopkeeper nods.

The shopkeeper, who is Shimodo, is not too familiar with the taste of alcohol and, above all, knows that the person in front of him is considerable for the sight of alcohol.

I trusted that the liquor he chose would make no mistake.

"So... this is it"

The master quickly finds what he wants out of the liquor lined up in the brewery and gives it to the owner.

"I'll keep the liquor bill as usual. Keep it off the rent at the end of the month."

"Yes, thank you"

The shopkeeper thanked him lightly as he held two helicopters.

"Speaking of which, what kind of customers do you give it to?

The master asks the shopkeeper who is about to return to the store.

Sure enough, the last time I was asked for a large bottle of whiskey, I say two tall old men with axes on their backs, what a strange customer ordered me.

What kind of people would today's order be?

It is out of such curiosity.

"Oh, who asked for this... it was a ghost"

A little bit, I remember a new face who looked too good and could only think of one analogy.

"Oh, my God?

"Yeah. Big, horny, that ghost."

The shopkeeper said the answer again, grinning unwittingly back at the master.

Crude mountain huts reserved for travellers, as close to the streets of the western continent and mountainous countries.

"You should bake." "No, you should boil."

In it today, before the newly obtained "ingredients," Tatsuji and Otra, a couple of ghosts who lived there, were discussing how to eat it.

"This kind of thing tastes good to eat fresh. You still look like a kid.

Smoke this guy gently, shake the salt, broil and eat. That's all right. "

A ghost nearly twice the size of a coarse human being and produced two yellow horns from bright red skin and dark hair.

Tatsuji, who came with clothes made of tiger fur that he had beaten to death before, wants something to eat quickly.

"No, no, you take a good look, you. Behind his leg, it's terribly hairy, isn't it?

I'm sure the ash juice is strong. It won't taste good if it's cooked well. "

Otra, whose head three minutes are bigger than a normal woman's, has a slender and two horns stretched out of her white face on her brunette, tries to make a juice that feels satisfied even in a small amount of meat.

We don't give each other a step. Both are parallel lines because they think their cooking methods are better for eating ingredients.

And I was about to be able to continue talking without concluding, that was when.

"A ghost's husband, ma'am. Can I have a word?

"Ingredients" came to talk to the two of us.

"What?

"I'll tell you what. I don't like it when you tell me not to eat because I'm not delicious.

Atai would have cooked properly. "

Two people spoken to by the ingredients and felt it from the debate say it orally.

"Yeah, yeah. I know..."

Ingredients that have been unluckily captured by these ghosts by the words… The “self-proclaimed” bard of the traveling dwarf (ha-ha-hoo), the rat drinks one spit of pleasure.

Spin the words after glimpsing a pile of bones piled up on the edge of the room by the side, still tied with a rough rope made of mountain crawl.

"I've been listening to you from the side, but apparently you both have a lot of fat tongue.

So I thought... do you both know what a different world dish is?

If I could go over there, I could probably pick up my life.

I smile and hide my heart so that I don't get that idea.

"The other world?" "Cooking?

The other two ask back strangely to the ingredients that suddenly mentioned that.

"Exactly. It is a dish from different worlds.

As a matter of fact, once every seven days... just today, a restaurant serving dishes from different worlds appears around here. Come on.

When you eat there, you have a reputation for being so delicious that you don't think it's in the world. "

I ate it.

The rat continues his words as he nods his tongue inside about it.

"Liar." "What? I've never heard of it."

"No. That's the truth. It's just up the mountain, but as I said, it only opens once every 7 days.

... and the liquor there is excellent again. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I could show you, but I'll see you later... "

Let him sigh tied to two people with a dark suspicion.

I want to be helpful but don't look like an act for it, remembering the dishes in that store and actually feeling sincerely sorry for it.

"... if you say so much, you can keep him alive until you show him to the store, right?

"... okay? Because if you're lying, you eat it off your feet alive, right?

I guess you sniffed the truth into such rat words.

A couple of ghosts say that.

"Oh! That's true! I'll show you..."

Untie me, before I tell you to lift me up and take charge of my shoulders.

"Whoa, tell me which way to go. I'll carry him there."

"Because if you get away with this, it's a round loss. If you don't want to be eaten alive, I'll show you around, okay?

"... heh"

The world isn't that sweet.

The rat sighed half sorry, half relieved and vomited out the words.

Then he ran for an hour on the ghost's feet, and they got there.

"... this or this." "I didn't know there really was."

The two get the rats down and squeal, thinking it's something strange sometimes.

What preceded the guide was a black door with a cat painting.

It was the door to a different world cafeteria.

"Come here... Sir, I'm sorry, but I'll tell you all about it. So it's time for you to get a rope?

"... okay"

Normally, there's no way there's a misplaced door in this place.

I mean, I guess what he says is true.

I will judge you so, and I will snort at the rat's words and pull the rope off you.

Clear, the rat became free.

"Oh come on..."

The rat tells the couple of ghosts as they rub the marks of a tightly tied rope.

Come on, open the door.

"Why? You're the grandfather, right?

To the words of the rat, Tatsuji says wonderfully.

In response to that word, the rat says with his eyes down in heartfelt sadness.

"No, that's what I hate about this door... see, this is it"

Rats stick their hands out to the handle of the door...... show how they slip through without touching the handle.

"It's embarrassing, but if you make it easy to eat away over there, they will refuse to enter the store.

I couldn't open the door anymore. "

Just to be true, there was heartfelt regret in the rat's words.

Once upon a time, even though I didn't have the extra money to be hungry, I asked to cook and wandered to eat, and the price of my silent return was huge.

I also apologized to the store owner after that, and the store owner could forgive me for once, but not for the door, and I still can't open that door with my own hands.

That's why if a rat wants to go to that store, the martial artists of Mountain Country, the yin and yang masters of Sea Country, the princess of the unknown...

And we needed to prepare 'open guests' such as a couple of horrible cannibals.

That's why, sir, please, come on.

"Shisha Nena"

The rat prompts him, and Tatsuji hangs his hand on the door.

Then, unlike in the case of rats, that big hand was able to grab the handle without slipping through, so I opened the door.

The door opens with a chillin 'chillin' noise.

"... So, suppose we go? Otra, let's go. Follow me again."

"Yes." "Yes."

Speaking to Otra and the rat, Tatsuji leans back and knocks at the door.

That was the moment when they became guests of different world canteens.

It should have been dusk, but it's bright in the store.

Tatsuji and Otra look over the store...... I realize that.

"You..." "You..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Understanding the situation, the rat says with his face to the two people staring at the rat.

In the store, as usual, regular people drank and ate thoughtful dishes.

A large samurai who gave signs that Tatsuji seemed stronger than any samurai he had ever seen.

The elf of a man with a thin sword lowered, hitting a sharp kill as he explores against Tatsuji.

Obviously, yes, a lion-headed demon clan with scars running all over his body.

A samurai who would come out of a high-ranking samurai in a mountainous country from his guise and a yin and yang master in a sea country who gives him a strong sense of magic.

A young woman who hung a holy mark indicating that she was a high priest of the God of Light, with a priest of her equally young daughter.

A couple of vampires drink red wine like blood to Lamia, whose lower body eats a dish called eggs wrapped in meat, a bright red serpent.

And even Tatsuji makes you feel as if you can't imagine a bottomless force, an old magician.

... many awesome warriors, magicians, and demons who would finally deal with one of the Tatsuji, watched Tatsuji, a ghost while eating food for each of them.

Tatsuji and Otra are ghosts of war, still feared in the vicinity, who have retreated from their enemies who have come to many crusades as a couple.

That's why I know.

The strength of a rough opponent… that if we turn what we are in this place against our enemies now, we are even hopeless to survive instead of winning.

That means that we need to be adults in this store.

It was something else, such as a rumble.

"I don't think any of the rice and liquor here belongs in this world. Yeah, well, it was a delicacy.

It's a mix of people who want to eat. "

In the meantime, I took off my life crisis with this.

With that in mind, the rats explain to the two and announce their orders to the service of the golden-haired demon tribe, which would remain out of the eastern continent.

"Well, the order is over and over and over and I... Lady, I'll have a drink and a crumb of wine.

Give me the liquor in the biggest bottle. And a cup in three, Roku.

And Kumon... six Ro Chi Chi Chi. First of all, I don't like it.

And sooner or later, give me booze first. And, oh, yeah, just the meat. "

"Yes!

I nodded to the order I was told to take over early in my regular familiar condition, and the service I was looking up at two of the quite ghosts nodded out loud, entering the kitchen in the back to tell the shopkeeper everything.

"Well... both of you, please go to the right table"

Dropping it off, the rat laughs at the two of them.

With the unique liver thickness of the traveling dwarf, it was a breeze that blew wherever it was stared at.

"... Eh. Remember that later. Otra, let's go." "Aye."

Tatsuji sighs, staring at the little man, who is only as far as my knees, looking at the table that is open with Otra, and somewhat lowering his back on a well-polished floor.

And as I put my elbow on the table that came in just the right position, I get back on my mind and sit in the chair and ask the rat whose legs are completely off the floor.

"That's what you asked for earlier. Dimensions of liquor and meth from different worlds."

"Heh. Exactly."

Nodding to Otra's confirmation with Nico and a grin, the rat describes the right dish for these two, viewed from his own experience.

"First of all," Shigeru "is a liquor from another world. It's as strong as Dowafu sake. Yet it's only alcohol. It tastes good.

It would be great to put that in a glass of ice... just fine. "

"Um... I brought you a showchew"

The rat breaks his face in the "Shigeru", which came in a large bottle of clear vitreous that his servants carried just fine.

"No thank you...... husband, wife, first of all, for your dedication"

Receive liquor and vitreous glasses from scratches and servings.

Put the big, clear ice you brought with you in the cup and pour the liquor into the cup.

"It's a pretty strong drink, so be careful."

Pour a little liquor into your cup as well, once you advise the two of them.

"Heh. This much booze...... whoa!?

Tatsuji raises his surprised voice after stirring the cup he receives in one breath.

Tatsuji drank a strong liquor that usually drinks, drawing a line with the turbid liquor planted by Otra.

It had strong alcohol to soften and soften when it passed over my tongue and made my throat and stomach a little hot.

"... surprised. It's amazingly thick, but it smells good and it's not good."

Otra, who, by contrast, contained only a light bite in her mouth and was rolling over her tongue, is amazed at its flavor.

It was delicious.

The unique flavor of that alcohol is not very strong in a habit as strong as dowaphu sake.

On the contrary, it even smells and tastes faintly sweet and twitches when it is included in the mouth.

"I see. You're really good at drinking in different worlds."

Tatsuji nods as he pours liquor into the cup again at his discretion and also pours a replacement for Otra to do it.

Otra is a good cook and a good drinker, but this is exceptional strength and delicacy.

… It also tastes convincing that there are so many customers who have been drinking from earlier.

"Heh. All the food here is delicious, but the liquor is different again. Come on."

Some proud rat tells Tatsuji.

As I was born into a traveling dwarf, I've known about this place for a long time.

... There are also rat observational eyes, and not one guy has ever been satisfied with the food here with the 'guests' I've guided him to.

"Come on, what's the cook like? He said," Ro Chi Chi. "

Then he enjoys the liquor for a while, and when the first shochu is emptied, while licking the chicken and liquor, Otra asks.

Honestly, I'd be extra disappointed if this booze was just delicious and the knob was off.

It is from that feeling.

"Heh. Roosu Tochi. Hey, I baked meat from a bird's leg with fat on it... oops, here I come"

"Thank you for waiting. It's roast chicken."

I was just trying to explain what kind of dish a rat would cook, and the shopkeeper with a big plate and a new shochu bin brings the dish.

Six large bird leg meats, baked and scorched, are more and more on a large plate for feasts.

From above, there is plenty of seasoned juice and black pepper with gravy.

Take your time, then.

Placing the plate in the middle of the decoy and table, the shopkeeper returns to his cooking job again.

"This one's right..."

"I think I just baked some bird meat... but it doesn't look delicious in there."

Let the couple snort at the fragrant smell and drink the spit gobbly.

"Come on. Go ahead while it's hot. This guy eats best in the heat. Come on."

A rat recommends cooking to two people while securing a bottle himself.

When two people pinch up a bottle of dust for that recommendation, they bite each other at the same time.

"" Ooh!?

At that moment, I raised my voice of surprise at the taste that struck my mouth.

That tasted fantastic, very unlikely that I just baked it.

Skin that loses fat fairly well and cuts a thousand pieces along with a fragrant smell.

Round, fat, soft meat filled with hot gravy thanks to exquisite baking additions and subtractions.

And hanging from the top, the flavor is tightened, the pepper is tingly spicy for flavoring with zero gravy from the meat.

Those three things make the delicacy fall out of your tongue to your head over the meat.

"What do you say? Isn't it delicious?

To the words of the rat, Tatsuji and Otra nod as if they had said it by accident.

It was the first time such delicious meat had been cooked.

"Then here's what's next!

Saying so, the rat devours the meat and swallows it, then even cuts the seal of the newly arrived liquor, pours it into the cup and stirs it up.

"Ahhh! Hey, hey!

I wipe my mouth and smile at Kaishin.

Spread over a glass of wine in your mouth. Soft taste and strong liquor poured into your mouth to wash it away.

This combination was a particularly delicious way to eat even in the cuisine of rat-known, otherworldly cafeterias.

"Huh! What the hell!?

"I can't do this anymore! Not enough meat, not enough booze! Bring it instead!

I can yell at two people who learned from rats and tried the same eating method.

Even my favorite meat and liquor.

It would have been inevitable if it had been so delicious that I didn't think it belonged in the world.

"Come on, come on. Eat up then. I'll take care of it for you today.

... Oh, next time, the sweet potatoes taste like lightning and curry. Come on. That's a tease and a tease.

First I did a cup with Gurui Bibi. Next I'm sorry I can't be this guy. And the knob... "

With a glimpse of the guts, the food and the two drinkers, the rat asks for the dish early in the arrow.

And the two of them drank more and more of their strong liquor in the dishes that were carried one after the other...

If you noticed, it was totally noon around.

"Ugh..."

of the summit, yesterday where there was indeed a door, Tatsuji rises slowly.

"My head, yes..."

Yesterday, I had a blurry headache because I drank too much.

That liquor that you call 'Shigeru' is strong. Too strong.

Speaking of liquor, the only cloudy liquor known to Otra was a stunning drunken bottle that the two of us emptied after helping them drink easily.

"Come on... get up..."

Wake up Otra sleeping next door, shaking her head.

"Ugh... disgusting..."

Otra seems to have been hit brilliantly by booze as well, moving dull.

"... Apparently, he escaped..."

When did you do it, that little guy was completely gone.

Now I wouldn't catch up with you no matter how you get up, and I didn't know where you went in the first place.

"Well..."

Blurring and groaning contentedly.

Yesterday's memory is vague, but I remember something.

That door appears once every seven days.

It is strictly forbidden to break out because you will never be able to enter the store again on top of having a lot of bad customers.

The shopkeeper over there serves proper liquor and rice if he pays for the human use, even if it's a ghost opponent.

... and the liquor and rice over there, not half, is good.

"Six days from now..."

"That's right..."

Blurry but whine willingly.

Let's go again next time. I had no use for it, and somehow I had a bunch of money in my pocket.

The two had stifling and aching heads, and while returning to their usual place of residence, they were so determined.