The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

of a life-threatening battle in the literal sense, the first day.

"Well, I'm worried about you. Special permission was given. The weapon you've been using, you can use it."

An old man with a shitty tooth missing an eye...... a caretaker of the devil tribe, who would be a survivor of the Age of the Evil God War, narrowed the eyes of those who remained in Lionel and said:

"Hey, the Demon King is sweet now. The exact same gold coin that bought you 10,000. If you can pay, I'll let you go.

Besides, you, if you win because you're an anticipating rookie, the prize money is also huge. If you win beautifully, it's 100 gold coins in one day.

I'm so proud of you. "

(Well said. Hmm, you wouldn't even think of fine dust)

I look at myself, and I see my pity for what I'm going to die for, and Lionel needs it.

"Well, good luck with that. The game starts at noon... as long as you can, don't die."

That's all I said, the old man walked out of the barn and Lionel was just left in a room for one.

- How did this happen?

The caretaker old man left, in a dim room with a slight smell of blood, feeling an unpleasant touch of metal around his neck, and Lionel was asking himself, not knowing how many times it would be.

Until just half a month ago, Lionel's life was vastly fulfilling.

I enjoyed the demonic life of the good old days.

But now, in this dim room, he is put on a curse collar to prevent escape, waiting for the fate of death to come.

Lionel was born after 100, no, 50 years, with the protection of the evil god so strong that he was said to have even become the corner of the Demon King, the leader of the Demon Nation.

The whole body is covered with steel, muscles and firm bristles, and its face is a lion with the style of king.

Its roar is powerful enough to cause instant death if it's about a small animal, and its power is enough to throw rocks lightly larger than Lionel's.

Just told the blacksmith to make it sturdy and let him hit it, a specially ordered giant lump with no blade or locks easily doubled the knight dressed in steel armor if Lionel waved.

Lionel was the kind of man who was born to fight.

Because he was such a man, Lionel threw himself into the fight, naturally.

The more war there is, the more powerful mercenary it is to dictate the state of war.

Without the battle, what I met continued to wave even my sword as a bandit who was always afraid to die.

Days spent as a first-degree monster welcoming demon tribes and humans who served as samurai to several demon women with large breasts and admired the strength of Lionel.

- Those days ended easily one day.

"Hehe... what do you say? What's your bragging blow? You can't move, can you?

Even if it looks like this, I'm confident in the sword. The sword of your arm, the sword of your groin. "

Lionel, lying down on the ground, with a beautiful voice like rolling a bell, can say nasty words.

I didn't know why.

Sure enough, I couldn't even make myself even take a single blow, on the contrary, with a sword as thin as a needle, just a blow, attacked.

That's all, he didn't move like the bottom was stoned from his neck, and Lionel fell and lay on the ground.

"Don't worry. I won't die. I'll be able to move like a lie in three days. The same goes for your men.

... I stabbed him like that. "

It's a former battlefield where what moves is no longer there but it speaks extensively to Lionel.

"It's a contract with my employer. I promise you 30% of your belongings and all the money you sell.

If he dies, his share will be reduced. That's why you're unlucky. "

He manages to move up from his neck, and Lionel sees it talking to the pepper.

... only the shape is of a half-elf, a monster.

"But you were right to be born in this day and age. It was truly a strength as rumored.

If you had been born 50 more years early, you would have become a demon king. Yomi's guy killed me. "

It seemed like a boy who was still too young to call himself a man and a girl who had not yet flowered as a woman, with a human detached and neat appearance.

And in those eyes was a mixture of the light of the eyes of an innocent and cruel child and the light of the eyes of an old man who was old and ruthless.

"You can brag about it later." Come on, we survived fighting that Alexander back in the day, "he said.

I don't even know if I'm alive or dead. "

... the monsters who once killed themselves around the demon kings that bound the demons everywhere, and finally named themselves as one of the 'Four Heroes' who even killed and showed the evil gods, behold, prompt the hauliers who were followed to carry Lionel, who had a stark view of the unilateralistic battle of monsters.

"Then the monster..."

Living in a squeezed voice out of Lionel's throat is a whole lot of fear.

Lionel was feeling scared that day for the first time in his life.

He spent more than 100 years on the battlefield, and said he had the sword, for being far more terrifying than he was.

"- What? A monster?"

To the words, the monster laughs lightly and says:

"I can't tell you it's a monster to the extent you want it. At least you have to be as strong as Yomi."

To put it that way, the monster went to Lionel's twist, where the treasure he had accumulated until now, and Lionel was loaded into the carriage by a few people.

Then, Lionel's life will change dramatically from what he's been walking through.

Lionel, the capital of the Demon Nation, sold off as slaves with his men, had a tremendous price, saying 10,000 pieces in gold coins.

Buying Lionel is no longer the only Demon King clan in this world to rule the Demon Capital.

They don't even have the experience of battle in Loc, not the status they won with power, but just that they draw the blood of the demon king who survived the war before being killed by four nightmarish heroes (Ansatsusha).

After the war, a young and new country...... a nobleman of high rank only counts in the empire who chose the path to secure the land for the Demons to live under the empire.

Instead of power, they chose the path to lead the Demon Nation with the laws and wisdom of the Empire, and they decided to use Lionel, who had done evil and treacherous injustice in their territory, to 'show off'.

It was the remnants of a time when the Demons were the most respectful of their power, and they sent them as gladiator slaves to an arena where they can still enjoy bloody entertainment.

Either way, Lionel would have had a way to survive.

I'm not the first to be human or demonic, such as things that can beat Lionel.

… the problem is that the other side knew it.

(Manticore, or...)

The opponent had the magic that the Demon King deserved. One end of the wartime power that the Demon King made him submit to using special sorcery...

A high-ranking demon capable of devastating a party of adventurers or the knighthood of a small country.

Normally, it's nearly impossible for Lionel to defeat him alone, no matter how strong he is. And...

(... you win? to me like I'm gonna lose like that)

This is what happened...... just once in my life, the bitterness of absolute defeat comes back into Lionel's mouth.

Once, Lionel believed. He said he was strong. Whether you're the Four Heroes of the Demon King Killer or not, you're not the enemy.

But now... I can't believe it.

Squeeze hands. To throw away my fear of losing, of dying.

(... Eh. Go...)

I stood up and lifted the sword I had always used in the face of the sinner heading to the execution site, that was when.

"... what? Shit."

Behind the rubble, which was also about the length of man's back, the door was hidden.

Out of place, well maintained, black, wooden doors in crude stone rooms.

A painting of a cat painted on the door stared back at Lionel.

"What is this place with a door or cancer?

Lionel looks behind him... and sees the sturdy iron door the old man left earlier.

To prevent the escape of gladiator slaves like Lionel. All the walls of the arena should have been stoned and the doors steel.

Obviously, it was an unusual substitute.

"... Fair enough. Not for long anyway."

With one sigh, Lionel hangs his hand on the golden brass handle of that door after all.

Make a chillin 'chillin' noise and unlocked doors open.

"Oops. There you are..."

Patchy, blinded to the bright room, Lionel unwittingly closed his eyes.

"That's unusual. I can't believe two new guests are coming today alone."

Open your eyes to that voice and look forward.

"Ooh, jizzy. What the hell is this place?

Standing before me was a human jizz.

Short-cut hair and nicely groomed mustaches are white, but they are well worn for their age.

"Why not. Your next guest will say hello."

To Lionel's words, Jizzi replies with a laugh without looking concerned.

"This is a western cat shop. From what you can tell, it's in another world."

As usual, as the owner of this store, I don't know what this place is.

"... a mesi shop?

Why is there such a thing in the arena, Lionel looks inside the store with the face he said.

The store was idle.

There is only a middle-aged man who eats something brown and drinks in a glass of vitreous and eats dishes hung with something really powerful and brown muddy.

"... you don't look popular."

"Oh, yeah."

The store owner laughs, not even moving on to Lionel's candid statement.

"It seems there are still a few entrances that are open over there."

"Entrance?... you mean that door"

Looking back, I look at the door I knocked on earlier.

If you look closely, there is a bell on the top part of the black tree door that traces the cat.

Perhaps that connects the arena with this self-proclaimed Meshi of different worlds.

"So, what do you say? Have you eaten anything? If you don't have any money, you can fuck off, okay?

Nostalgic, the shopkeeper asks.

"Right... right. Then let me eat something. I don't have any money."

Lionel decided to do the shopkeeper a favor.

If you think about it, it reminds me that I haven't eaten anything loco since I lost to you, and that I'm still hungry with you now.

"So, what's good? What about this store?

It could be my last meal. I want to eat something decent anyway. With meat, it would be perfect.

With that in mind, I ask.

"Oh, well, we're everything, and we're good at everything.

... so don't hesitate to tell me if you want something to eat. It's a little hard to explain our dishes to you. "

The store owner says, laughing and teasing at the inquiry.

"... I see"

To the words Lionel sees a guest eating dinner with great momentum at another table.

"Store owner, do it with this curry rice! Give me another plate!

Cuisine called 'Curry Rice' or whatever the man who emptied the plate at the perfect time wants.

Lionel has no idea what kind of dish it is when it's white or brown.

"Yes. Just give me a minute! I'll be there as soon as I get this guy's order."

He doesn't even show fear for himself, who is a demon and is clearly alien, and the shopkeeper returns it to the man.

Human, but not a bad man.

Lionel, thinking so, informs the store owner of the order.

"In the meantime, eat some meat... more"

Drink the sauce and give the order you came up with.

"Looks like we can win the fight...... no, nothing"

Cancel the order as I give back to my weakness, which leaked out all the time.

"Whoa. I got it."

But the shopkeeper nodded with a laugh just like he said.

"... that's you"

Half the time, though.

It doesn't even move on Lionel's surprised face, and the shopkeeper returns it with a cool face.

"Then give me a minute. I'll make it as soon as I get the curry out."

That's all I'm going to say and pull it up into the kitchen, which will be in the back of my mind.

"... what is this store?

Later, Lionel with a flashing face was left behind.

Then often.

Finally, the shopkeeper brings it up on the basin.

"Look, we're done."

Yet the shopkeeper gently placed it in front of Lionel with yellow vegetable slices and some brown soup served in a bowl of porcelain with a blue and white vertical stripe pattern.

The top is covered with the same pattern of lid and I don't know what the dish inside is.

"... what about this guy?

"Ooh, a bowl of cutlets."

Returning to Lionel's inquiry was the name of a food I had never heard of.

"Katsudon?

"Yes, a bowl of cutlets"

When the store owner says that name again, it explains what it means.

"Cuttle means' win 'in the words of our country...' win '.

The ingredients are mesh and nutritious for meat and eggs. This is what you do when you fight a man. "

That's what the store owner says. He gently takes the lid.

"Oops......"

Lionel accidentally leaked his voice to the fragrant, sweet scent that drifted around.

Appearing from a vessel with a lid removed is a bright brown colour with an appetite interspersed with the yellow and white of an egg.

Guru, his stomach growls up that he hasn't put anything loco in since he became a slave.

Slow your chin down.

That's all I'm saying, the shopkeeper pulls up the wash that accumulates on another table and pulls it back in.

"... Okay, you want some?"

Drink the sawdust and spit, and Lionel takes the fork.

"First of all... that's meat"

Slightly stab the meat in Lionel's hand with a much smaller fork and exalt.

As a result, the smell of "Katsudon" from earlier on came closer to the nose and became stronger.

"Okay......"

Drinking his sawdust and spit, Lionel wrapped himself in something and carried it in his mouth closed with eggs...... unexpectedly, he was about to roar.

It was delicious - more than anything I had eaten by then.

The first thing I feel is the taste of oranier laid down below, slightly sweet, I didn't notice until I lifted it with eggs seasoned with something Lionel doesn't know.

It interacts with the juice stained from the clothes that are wrapping the meat and spreads sweetly in the mouth.

Meat without intermittent hair there.

They use fine pork for the meat that sucks juice but leaves just a little bit of texture, and when it is chewed, it becomes soft and loose.

Overflowing as you go, gravy and fat.

When combined with the clothes earlier, it tastes great.

"Yeah? Downstairs..."

Much encouraged by its flavor, Lionel notices it when he tries to take another slice.

Under the wonderful meat earlier, he said something was laid.

"What the hell?

It was a substitute Lionel had never seen.

Small grains that would have been originally white, stained in light brown with juice overflowing from the meat placed on top.

Apparently the majority of this vessel is exchanged with it, and under the meat it is packed.

"Yeah, hey, that jizzy guy said... what a mess"

Remembering what the store owner said earlier, he shouted it up with a fork.

Illuminated by the magical lights of different worlds and without fire, Meshi shows a mixture of white and brown.

Bring it to your mouth.

(I see... Fair enough)

Chewing it, making sure it tastes good.

Apparently it has little flavor in itself.

Smoke the taste of the juice spilled from the meat above. That's delicious but... not enough.

(You mean finally more water?... Seriously)

Two, notice that, and look at the other guest.

A middle-aged man who disappoints in "Curry Rice" with great momentum from earlier.

My personality is worn out as if it were in a storm, but from the original tailoring, it's quite aristocratic...

A man who would be a knight of considerable skill from the way he muscled.

Meshi is also used for the curry rice that the man is eating.

The man eats it looking really delicious by carrying it in his mouth with the juice hung on top.

Seeing it, Lionel decides to give it a try.

Meat on top and mesh laid down below.

Lift it up at the same time...... throw it into your mouth at once.

"Whoa, whoa!

Now I accidentally roared.

It was a hit. Eating both at the same time made the meat and mesh interact and taste great.

(No, that's what this was originally about!

I didn't realize earlier, but the meat alone has a strong flavour.

Meshi alone is too thin the other way around.

And when you eat meat and meshi at the same time, this dish tastes great.

I was no longer lost in Lionel.

Lift the vessel, even if they say it's rude, and mouth it directly.

And transport it to a wide open mouth to pour in with a fork.

(Ugh, yeah, yeah!

Meat and mesh get stuck in the mouth with the momentum of fury.

I just put it in my mouth and swallow it, saying I don't even have time to chew it.

Sweet and warm katsudon, the feeling of your belly filling up.

At that moment, from Lionel's head, both the battle to come and his misfortune disappear.

Yourself indulging in the delicacies of Katsudon and its delicacies.

It was a very happy time.

But the end of everything comes.

"... ugh"

Eat salty vegetables, drink up soup, and Lionel leaks one sigh.

"Not enough at all."

Yes, Katsudon was completely short of Lionel's gigantic body.

In front of him is flattened without leaving a single grain of mesh, and empty vessels are laid in vain.

Not as hungry as earlier...... not enough.

"Damn! I wish I had money..."

Lionel groans in remorse.

When I became a gladiator slave, all the treasures I had accumulated so far were confiscated and now Lionel has no money, and I literally cannot know tomorrow's life.

I can't enjoy this wonderful flavor anymore.

... If it had been before, I would have threatened the cook style and let him serve as much as he wanted, but Lionel didn't feel like doing so.

I didn't want to imitate that jizzy being a human being, not afraid of the Devil's self, just treating him as a guest.

"Shh, shh..."

Sighing, I tried to get up, it was then.

"Yes. Cuttlebowl replacement, wait"

The same cutlet bowl vessel as the previous one is placed.

"... No, I thought one cup would be enough from the customer's plenty of food.

If you don't want any more, I'll make it my lunch. What are we gonna do?

"Of course I'll eat you!

He nodded at the owner's confirmation, disappointed and lowered his back to the chair.

"Whoa. You want another drink? If it's money, I'll leave it at some point without prompting you to pay it, okay?

"... of course! Yes, sir!

Take the fork again, greatly appreciating the favor of the store owner.

And Lionel was to flatten a bowl of cutlets for five conveniences that day.

He leaves the door and returns to the room where he smells blood again.

"Hmm... you've taken care of me for a long time"

Belly down. I have tons of catsudons stuck in my stomach.

Haven't had a satisfactory meal in a long time. That, too, tasted better than anything I've ever had.

"Come on, let's go... Katsudon, let's go."

Take charge of the loose ends in an easygoing manner and exit the door with exasperation.

Only then was there no more fear of losing again.

Manticore or whatever, but as usual, smash it. That's all we're talking about.

With a truly simple conclusion, we go to the arena… to the battlefield.

There is no doubt in its footsteps. Lionel no longer believed in fine dust either, such as losing himself.

... Lionel doesn't know yet.

That this battle will be the glorious debut of "The Lion King," who slaughtered Manticore in just three shots and won out 10,000 gold coins in just one year, and who will henceforth reign as the strongest warrior in the arena for over 20 years as a gladiator.