The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

This time of seven days is a precious moment of tranquillity for Ardelheid.

"Well, that's..."

"Yeah. If you were my brother, wouldn't it have been a little reckless to be on the front lines yourself?

"... that's not true. That was necessary to inspire the courage of the warriors. You should have left it to your father to take command behind you."

"But didn't you have to move? I hear the warriors of the land of sand are excellent."

I fill my stomach with sweet, cold confectionery and drink a warm drink called "Cafe ole" (recently arrived with Kaffa beans from my parents so I could drink them even out of the palace) with plenty of cow's milk, and I get intrigued by stories of no other love.

The opponents will be brothers and sisters of Chareef and Lanner, who will be distant exotic dignitaries, and Victoria, a half-elf magician with a profound wit like a magician but with some sense of nobility and adult leeway.

These are Ardelheid's new friends I met in this' shop '.

The wonderful treat Parfait, which can only be eaten in this store, and the talk with them is irreplaceable to Ardelheid, who lives in solitude in the outhouse, and is one of the few pleasures.

Nevertheless, that doesn't last long either.

"...... hmm. It's time to go back."

A half-elf magician says it's a bummer considering the time he's had since he walked into the store.

"Oh, is that the limit already?"

"... unfortunately, I can't help it. Lanner, we're coming too."

That said, Sharif gently raises his hand and calls Aletta.

"I'm sorry, but I need your account. I'll give this Ardelheid a minute too. And, as usual, ask me to take the ice cream home."

"... me too, please. And as always, take the pudding home."

"Yes! Please wait a moment!

Aletta, who nodded at the two words, goes to tell the owner of this store.

The store owner comes out in no time.

"Thank you for waiting. For ice cream and pudding takeaway. Enjoy both as soon as possible"

Looking at Lanner and Victoria receiving it, I think Ardelheid fumbles.

(Nice. Take it home......)

Unfortunately, none of the parfaits Ardelheid prefers can be taken home.

I don't even know why.

Parfaits, which are so delicious that they melt out even just a few hours before they are ready to eat, cannot be eaten with the day set aside.

Nevertheless, it can only be eaten once every seven days. Is there anything?

"Um, store owner. Is there anything, like a parfait, that would be a good treat to take home with plenty of criim?

Such an idea pops out of Ardelheid's mouth.

Well, if there isn't, let's say I get the fruit sandwich I ate before.

Think that way.

"Yeah? Suitable for takeaway, is that a treat with cream... I don't think so"

To the words, the store owner thinks a little.

When it comes to confectionery made with cream, most cakes use raw cream, but when cream is the main part of the parfait, it is quite limited.

"… then the shoe cream seems to be the best"

It was Victoria who put out the help boat to the store owner who had been thinking a little about it that way.

Having eaten all the sweets in this store, she immediately derived what was applicable when she heard of cream.

"Shoe cream...... oh"

The store owner agrees with the words.

Indeed, cream is the star of that one.

"So can I take the shoe cream home? Sure... no, we'll be the custard and whip guy"

"Yes. Please. In the meantime... about two"

Place a new order with the store owner.

"Two, sir?

I nod a little shy at the store owner's words.

"Yes. Anyway, I thought I'd share it with Hannah."

It's a delicious treat.

Instead of having fun alone, you could follow yourself to the outhouse and feed Hannah, who lives as lonely as you are.

Built away from the imperial capital of Hua, for the royal summer shelter, the great predecessor Wilheim became the final habitat commonly known as the "Wilheim Outhouse"

There is now one poor princess living there.

Name's Ardelheid.

Being the first daughter of the present emperor and given the same name as the Mother Emperor Mother of the Great Prior Emperor, she now suffers from a lung disease commonly known as the 'slaughter of the poor' and lives out of the palace for her care.

Unlike injury, illness cannot be cured by prayer to God.

With powerful magic and elaborate rituals, even the miracle technique of the priests, said to revive the dead, revitalizes what should be called the 'healing power' of man, but for some reason the disease becomes stronger for that matter and does not make sense.

And one of the few diseases that is particularly troublesome is the disease commonly known as' killing the poor '.

This disease, which causes lungs to become ill, coughs to stop and gradually deprives people of strength, occasionally falls on people.

For a very short time, it's not so much that I get sick just because I was by my side, but stories are rolling all over that I couldn't get away from the side at four or six times, that my family, etc. who was taking care of me, were adventured by killing the poor.

Besides, we have to wait for the disease to lose more power by doing nothing still for a few years or so and living a life of adequate nutrition and rest.

(Those who cannot afford to fix the environment will not be cured forever, and eventually faint to death is called "killing the poor")

It gives the poor a caricaturous death, depriving them of the precious time of the years of their youth, even from the abundance.

Killing the poor is a terrible disease for everyone in this world.

Such a disease made it difficult to find a new side service for Ardelheid (the original side service stopped the day after) after he found out he had been killed by the poor.

Ardelheid is a princess, though he was adventured by the slaying of the poor.

Nor is that the princess of a small country rolling as much as there is.

He is the princess of the Great Empire, one of the greatest powers in the Eastern Continent.

Regardless, it also requires a certain degree of character to be a sidekick, and instead of muttering, it cannot be used, for example, by civilians who sell themselves and are hired.

You have the character there and at the same time have no trouble serving in the unlikely event that you are adventured by the murder of the poor.

It was Hannah who was chosen on such terms.

Hannah, who serves the side of Ardelheid at the Wilheim outhouse, is the daughter of an old junior aristocrat who was originally based near Imperial Capital.

The eldest daughter of a family with two older brothers on top and two younger brothers and three younger sisters, whose parents lost about 50 years of turbulent waves from the founding of the Empire were not surprisingly rich due to the number of children who survived their childhood, and the kitchen situation was tough enough to rely on Hannah's send-off, who worked at the palace in Teito.

He also considered the possibility of not being able to marry before going up to the palace, and was trained by priests in the temple of God on the most common earth in the Empire for a few years or so in order to put a job in his hands, and is also an auxiliary priest who was allowed to wear simple prayers for healing and the art of paying the immortal to lower the holy mark of copper.

An old, original family affair, inferior but with the power of a priest, and then a family circumstance that has no difficulty if it comes to killing the poor.

The current emperor ordered Hannah to serve as a sidekick, considering her ideal caregiver for her beloved daughter, and Hannah accepted it.

That is what happened six months ago.

The task of serving Ardelheid was, if you will, an easy one.

Speaking of work, the precision is the meticulous care around Ardelheid, about cleaning the living room.

Then, the treatment is given not as a servant's room, but as a separate room, and the salary is good (although this means isolation from other servants).

Apart from taking care of Ardelheid, Hannah will not be entrusted with them because there are servants who live and work outside the palace from day to day.

Since Ardelheid is a sick person, what he is wearing is not a luxurious dress or anything else, but is mostly a qualitative design for relaxing in the room, all of which is easy to wear.

Her husband, Ardelheid herself, is growing up too well. There is no aristocratic dislike or impatience.

There is the danger and fear that if we are unlucky, we will be put to the death of the poor, but on the contrary, that is all.

(If they do, they say they will take responsibility until they are properly healed by the Empire.

If I lived in sanatorium for a few years, I would definitely miss my marriage, even though I'm working out of the palace, but when I do, I'm going to go back to the temple and go for a full priest)

Hence Hannah was perfectly accustomed to living out of the palace and working.

"Excuse me. Her Royal Highness."

With all due respect, I step into Ardelheid's bedroom.

(... Ok. Looks like you're going out for a walk after all)

Hannah makes sure there's no Ardelheid, as usual.

(I'm a little late, I just need to clean up)

Then I get to work polishing the room quickly with the water buckets and cloth towels I have.

Once every seven days, during this time of year, her lord, Ardelheid, goes for a long walk.

I don't know if it's also a secret way out that only the royal family has been informed of, or if it has neglected to disappear and where it went.

But I guess I'm in the castle because I don't even hear about the guards guarding the entrance to the outhouse or the people of the city seeing Ardelheid.

Either way, Hannah is convinced that's what it is because she's bound to be back by sundown.

And it's convenient.

Ardelheid, who is coming to this outhouse because of the cure for illness at any rate, usually doesn't go out too far.

In front of my husband, there are many different kinds of full-scale cleaning if the sheets are to be changed.

That's why it was when I worked full-time cleaning all the time with a good opportunity to get rid of 7 days worth of dirt at once.

I think I heard a bell from the chillin 'chillin' and the back, and Hannah looks back.

"Oh Hannah. Cleaning, hard work."

"Heh!? Your Royal Highness!?

Hannah raises her bare voice as she faces Ardelheid, who suddenly turns up as if she had even used metastatic magic.

Ardelheid appeared through a black door mounted out of place in the room.

Is it even under some kind of cover-up magic, that door disappears neglectfully as soon as Ardelheid comes out of the door and becomes invisible?

And Ardelheid, who came out of it, has a small box.

Small square box with handles. There is a winged dog demon depicted there.

"Keep this somewhere, cold and moisture-free. And bring it back tomorrow afternoon."

They give it to me from Ardelheid and I receive it unexpectedly.

It seems to be made of paper, a mysterious box with precision paintings.

"Her Royal Highness. What the hell is in this box?

I have no idea what it's like. Hannah inadvertently asks Ardelheid what's in it.

In contrast to Hannah like that, Ardelheid doesn't make a single disgusting face and tells Hannah what's in it.

"This is Shu Kleim, a treat made with Kleim."

"Confectionery, is it?

"Yes, Master Victoria said. He said it was" the sweetest thing to enjoy the taste of Kreim "in that store."

Ardelheid smiles to answer further Hannah's questions.

(Who's Master Victoria? I mean the store!?

Hannah honestly wants to ask questions about the words, but the other person is Her Royal Highness.

Any further stepped questions would also be rude.

"... ok. Now, let me keep it."

Swallow all sorts of questions and Hannah receives the box.

"Please. Oh, and when you bring it tomorrow, bring it with you to Kaffa with milk and sugar."

"Yes."

The boxes kept were out-of-the-box light, and Hannah raised more and more questions.

And the next day.

"Your Royal Highness, Kaffa and I brought you yesterday's box"

In a box and a dedication from the land of sand deposited yesterday in a silver basin, Hannah ascends to Ardelheid's room with a bunch of tools for putting in a ceramic cupfa with a poor design with flowers.

"Yes. Good luck. Now put in the kaffa."

"Yes."

Following Ardelheid's instructions, Hannah prepares to put the kaffa in.

In the meantime Ardelheid opens the box placed on the table and retrieves the contents.

"... is that Shukriyim?

Hannah asks Ardelheid, who prepares to add kaffa according to the practice of the land of sand (a beverage unfamiliar to the Empire, but Ardelheid preferred to drink with milk and sugar in the kaffa, so Hannah also learned how to put it in).

It was, at first glance, a plain substitute.

Placed on a thin, silver-papery foil, it is not made of colorful fruit, hung on top, other than sugar like white snow is a brown colour.

It seems more agreeable when it comes to bread than confectionery.

"Yes, I got one yesterday, but it's delicious."

Ardelheid, who had a "taste” yesterday, recalls its sweetness and answers Hannah's questions with a gentle spit.

Unexpectedly, it makes me want to eat both of them, but much more patient.

Ardelheid recently learned.

"Go ahead. It's Kaffa."

Says Ardelheid, softly to Kaffa who was placed before him, when he realized that he was ready.

"Yeah, thanks. Hannah, please sit here."

"Heh!?

Encourage Hannah to sit with an unthinkable, happy smile from the time she came here.

And to Hannah, who solidifies into unexpected words, Ardelheid overlaps words.

"I recently found out. He said it was better for everyone to eat the delicious food than to eat it alone.

... Oh, maybe with me, wouldn't you like it?

I'll flip from my happy face and try to look sad.

It is a move recently made by a 'friend' of the western continent who has been sneaking up on me.

"Yes!? No, that's not true!

Its effect is surface. I can't say I don't like it, and Hannah rushes to sit at the same table as Ardelheid.

It's definitely a sight someone would go into stopping it if it were normal, but anyway, there's only Ardelheid and Hannah here.

There was nothing to flatter or anyone.

"Yes, good. Then I'll give you this too."

Soon from his sad face to his original smile, Ardelheid gives it to Hannah.

"Try it. It would be nice to have a mouthful."

Yes, you can't smile and say you don't eat with Hannah.

"So, then. Thank the God of the earth for giving us this food today..."

Hannah stood her teeth on unknown food when she briefly offered a pre meal prayer.

(... that? It doesn't seem sweet for a treat......)

sip. Modestly scratching the surface, Hannah wonders about its flavor.

It's definitely sweet just with sugar sprinkled on top. Sweet but...... not enough.

Light dough with a hint of sweetness and wheat flavor is not a bad idea, but its sweetness is too weak compared to Hannah's known 'fine treat'.

(Kind of weighs weird too... well when I say that, it's just weird what Her Royal Highness brought... WOW!?

Hannah eats the unexpected flavor again, taking her second big bite to just eat it while thinking extra.

(Oh, sweet!? What is this!? Different contents!?

The confectionery, by analogy, seems to be made like a packed leather bag.

The moment I rip the skin, the contents flood out at once.

Light and even over the word soft, white contents as if clouds were stuffed intact.

The sweetness is as modest as ever, but I can still feel the taste of milk.

Unknown flavor for Hannah, who so far has been inferior but noble, and knows a certain desirable product.

But that's for sure...

"... yummy"

"Isn't that right!? I was surprised when I first ate, too."

Ardelheid laughs even deeper at the sentiments Hannah unintentionally brings.

It's good to taste it yourself, but make faces that others say are delicious.

That's good. All the more so if you're a caretaker who's been face-to-face all four or six hours in this lonely out-of-home life.

And I don't even notice Ardelheid looking at me with a merciful eye, and Hannah recommends eating more shoe cream.

(... yeah. this skin. If it is to be combined with the contents, it would be nice if this sweetness is weak)

I feel that in my head.

The part of the skin that was just weak in sweetness on its own.

When you add sweet content to it, it tastes much better.

The contents alone give a toothpick that cannot be served to be too soft, and the added sweetness adds to the flavour of the contents.

(Her Royal Highness only recommends... Ah!?

Hannah realizes it as she proceeded to eat.

The taste changed... the contents changed.

Unexpectedly Hannah looks at the tooth shape she has twisted.

Looks like that's just near the border of the contents.

What you can see on the edge is the white, the contents you tasted until earlier.

And the other, pale yellow contents.

"That shukryim contains both white whips and yellow customer ads."

Ardelheid tells Hannah who it is.

"Customer Adds…"

Hannah eats even more so as to stain the words.

White contents...... unlike whips, custard with a somewhat weighty sweetness.

Custard with milk flavor whips and egg flavor.

A luxurious treat with two different kinds of contents that make it difficult to wear A and B in one skin.

(This is... the best treat I've ever had...)

The shoe cream is finally gone, wondering where the hell Her Royal Highness got this stuff.

Huh... and exhale satisfactorily... Hannah blushes remembering where this is and who it was before.

"Su, excuse me, Your Royal Highness!? If I...!

"Never mind. Rather, I'm glad you ate it looking delicious, too."

Ardelheid was greatly satisfied with Hannah blushing with white cream on her mouth.

And get your hands on your share.

(... yeah. shukryim is still pretty good too...... alas? Hannah)

Enjoying the flavor, I notice Hannah accidentally looking at Ardelheid like... exactly the shoe cream she's eating.

To the way it looks.

(Maybe I should get 3 or 4 next...... I don't think one is enough)

Ardelheid had to reschedule a little after six days.