The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

It was still early in the day that the manager of the cake shop Flying Pappy, upstairs, brought the items of the order, as usual, in preparation for the opening of the Different World Dining Room.

"Hey, don't blame me today."

"Ooh."

"Ah! Good morning! Store manager!"

The store owner and Aletta greet the manager who brought the wagon with the cake on it.

"Yeah. Morning. Look, I brought you some cake. To the usual guy, it's a dish from today."

That's right. The manager takes out "Special Cake of the Day" in addition to classics like pound cake and pudding.

"Wow... looks delicious"

Aletta, who sees it, accidentally mouths her thoughts with a sigh.

This is the first time Aletta has seen it, its cake with bright red purple skin and dark golden contents looks beautiful...

It looked so sweet and delicious.

"Ooh. It's delicious. I'm using this year's first product."

The manager laughs at Aletta's words.

A classic autumn menu of flying puppies for a limited time from 'Vegetable Day' until the year changes each year.

A popular product that the regular tells me to sell all year round but decides to sell only during the seasonal season.

"This is his season again… Sweet potato tart season is here."

Saying so, the manager takes one of the tarts and gives it to Aletta.

"Look. It's his treat. Try it."

"Huh!? Do you mind?!?

Aletta, who accidentally received it, sees the shopkeeper.

"... just one."

"Ha, yes... then..."

With the mercy of the store owner, Aletta drinks the sawdust and cheeks it up.

(Ah... this...)

Soft, sweetness that spreads with the texture of a crumbling baked sweet to dissolve in your mouth.

A strange sweetness, unlike the sweetness of a fruit that is much sweeter than Aletta knows or the sweetness of a cream that can only be eaten in this store.

That falls through my mouth into my stomach.

The feeling of the cake disappearing from my mouth was spared and I immediately cheeked...... I finish eating it all in just 5 times.

"... good?

"Yes!"

Aletta nodded without one or two to the manager's words as she narrowed her eyes and watched how Aletta was doing.

"Oops. Oh shit! Good, good."

The manager laughs and tells the store owner, just a little relieved by the words.

"That's why I'm selling today, so I asked for it. Sure, sweet potato tarts have fans, don't they?

The store manager checks with the store owner.

The store manager has been told by the store owner before.

That there are regular people who come only in the time of year when sweet potato tarts are sold.

"Oops. I think I'm going to come around today somehow"

The store owner nods back at the manager's confirmation.

Every year, when it comes to the autumn entrance, it is a regular visitor for sweet potatoes.

It was time to visit, a polished account of the store owner's many years of dining room management had told him.

A certain doyo day when the snow that remained slightly in the shade of the town at the foot completely melted and signs of spring could be seen.

"Mm-hmm. It's about time we got around today"

Antonio, a cleric serving the "God of Gold," enlightened and nodded heavily.

"Coming out for a bit of training. Back by night."

Briefly informing his wife and children of his errands, Antonio heads to a place for training.

"... um"

This place has been used for many years as a place for training… it is impossible for humans to ascend the cliffs first.

The cliff was so high that the top was covered by clouds that it could not be seen, and stood tall that it refused everything.

But its height is not an issue for Antonio, who is particularly good among the priests who serve the god of gold.

"So... let's go"

When he whines a word, Antonio prepares quickly.

Take off your simple fabric jacket and wrap it around your hips, exposing your upper body to a well worked out dark brown skin.

Exposing it, Antonio quietly closes his eyes and hands together...... pray.

The object of prayer is the God of gold, who presides over the sky and thunder to which he is subjected.

One of the six pillar gods who looks like the strongest creature in the world, the 'dragon'.

Continue praying with your focus to harness that power...

"Wu!

It activates with a tempered hanging voice.

The power of that prayer grows the wings of a golden dragon, the same thing that God has from his back.

"Hmmm......"

After slowly moving its wings a couple of degrees to confuse the body, Antonio looks up and flies.

As I see it, the earth becomes smaller and the rocks flow in front of me.

"... wet"

And then at the tip of the flight, something intended at a point close to the top… find a black door mounted out of place on the wall of a place where there is just a slightly protruding scaffold and descend there.

"Well, I hope there's more today..."

Wear your jacket again as you whine and open the door.

Along with the sound of a bell called chillin 'chillin', the door opens.

"Store owner, I'll get in your way... no?

"Ah, welcome!

I lean my neck at the daughter of a servant who wasn't there until about last fall, knocking on the door and feeling the signs of a leaking red god.

"... Mm, woman. What are you?

"Oh, yes! I say Aletta taking care of me in this store! Best wishes!

His daughter, who is a follower of the old chaotic God who was once banished to the other by a six-pillar God from having the horns of a goat, does not even cower to Antonio, who would look unfamiliar to the people of the North.

Apparently, he was hired during the winter months that Antonio did not visit and would have been stained by the flux of this store, where even demons remain guests.

"... well. I am Antonio. Nice to meet you... By the way, do you have any sweet potatoes?

That concludes, Antonio asks for what he's looking for after his name.

"Yes! I do! They say it starts today! So are you sure you want to order sweet potatoes?

In response to the query, Aletta smiles and answers. Antonio nods with satisfaction at the answer.

"Uhm. Then I'll have some sweet potatoes... five for now. And the drink is milk."

"Yes! Yes, I did! Now, please wait a moment!

After receiving the order and seeing Aletta head to the kitchen in the back, Antonio sits somewhat in an empty seat.

(... to the sanctuary of the Red God, the people of the North, or...)

Asking about the store that I haven't visited in about six months, I feel the anomaly of this place again with the sheer sanity of the store and the visitors to this store.

The shop was unchanged in phase, with one six pillars, full of the signs of the Red God, who was said to command the flames.

Visited when Antonio was still young and traveling all over the continent, a sign strong enough to make it seem childish that the temple where the 500 year old shell of the Red God was celebrated.

(... Are you still visiting this land? The Red God...... in search of cooking)

If the Red God were to visit the land, the purpose would be otherwise unthinkable.

That's a dish that even God fascinates. It indicated that there was one in this store.

(That's why the people of the North)

Next, see the guests who have already visited this store.

Things that live in a different culture than Antonio.

I remember the people of the north who visited the town about three years ago.

A young man who says he's a treasure hunter was flown to this continent some years ago with the power of the ruins left behind by a long-heared invader.

The man says he's traveling the continent looking for a way back to his homeland, and there's a continent ahead of the 'Sea of the Blue God' in the north, where many people live.

So this is what should be called the 'Southern Continent'.

The ones in town who heard the story were quite strange, but for Antonio it was no more surprising now.

… so much so that visitors to this strange shop knew and were convinced that it would be the 'people of the north'.

In this store, the people of the continent where Antonio lives… I hardly see any southern continentians if I borrow the words of the youth ahead.

Apparently, we haven't found much of that door on the southern continent.

… although it seems to be increasing slightly lately.

"Um, sorry to keep you waiting! Sweet potato tart and milk."

With that in mind, the woman ahead brings the food.

"Oh! Are you here..."

To the words Antonio breaks his mind and breaks his face.

A six-monthly sweet potato with golden sweet kumara served in a bowl of red purple confectionery.

That is what Antonio has loved and loved for six years.

"Take your time, then."

Carefully thanking and dropping off the woman who backs off, Antonio tackles the sweet potatoes quickly and all the time.

Just enough to pinch it with your hand, for Antonio to lift a smaller vessel with his hand...... a glimpse.

It is moist and sweet to spread in your mouth, the flavor of Kumara.

Once crushed and cooked it smoothly into his mouth, it unwinds in his mouth.

(Oh, is spring here again this year...)

Antonio feels the coming of spring in its flavour.

Kumara often goes up to the table all year round because it's easy to grow and save, but I don't really like Antonio.

Kumara, who just boiled or baked, has no water and boils in her mouth.

In that regard, this sweet potato is different.

Sweet potatoes melt sweetly in the mouth and contain plenty of water and air.

Perhaps refining the milk and butter from the taste will compensate for the lack of water.

It is also good to be crushed once and then shaped.

Once crushed and once again condensed, the sweet potatoes are meticulous and return a sweet flavor without depriving the mouth of the water.

(I wouldn't think I'd be too bad for Kumara if I ate these delicious sweet potatoes over there.)

I think so, but I can't help it because there's nothing missing.

In an attempt to taste and go in this sanctuary at best, Antonio throws one sweet potato after another into his mouth and swallows it with a well-cooled milk.

In just two bites, one sweet potato disappears, and instantly the first minute I let him bring it will be empty.

"Woman. Ask for a substitute for sweet potatoes"

"Ha ha! Please wait a moment!

Ask for extra where the sweet potatoes disappeared from the top of the plate and keep eating again.

(um, spring still has to be this...)

Feel the visit of spring as you eat sweet potatoes until your belly is full.

That has been Antonio's habit for the last few years.

Then he pays where his belly is filled enough, and Antonio returns to the cliff again.

"Well...... dunno!

Then take off your clothes and fly away with your temper growing wings.

"7 days from now..."

Antonio flies away after looking remorsefully at the place where the door was with wings on the spot.

I'll come back. Yes, while I swear to my heart.

I look forward to every year, Antonio's covert spring fun.

For Antonio, spring has only just begun.