Arnold, the adventurer of the journey, exhaled, rushing inside a cabin that someone somewhere would have built.
"Somehow, thank you...... look, Ellie. I'm fine now."
"Really? Are you okay now?
I'll say a word to my daughter, who was anxious to travel after the sun went down, who carried me on her back.
Before the sun went down, the rain, which was to the point of being sufficiently lifted with a front cloth in the shade of the tree, suddenly gained strength after the sun had completely fallen and it was midnight.
Strong, beating rain that doesn't help anything, such as front cloth.
Arnold relied on the unreliable Cantera lights to make a dangerous night trip with his still young daughter on his back, determined that his body would run out of cold if he stayed until morning, to the momentum of the rain that would even burn out lightly.
Apparently, if the decision was correct, Arnold found this cabin and fled in as he traveled for a little while.
"... Ellie, get dressed right away. Not wet in the rain, new clothes."
"... yeah. Okay."
Make sure Ellie takes off her wet clothes and puts out the changed clothes that she also handed out to her sturdy leather bag to get dressed.
When she wiped her body gently with clothes that remained wet, and the rain stained her down to the bottom cloth and changed from cold clothes to clothes that weren't wet by the rain, she finally became comfortable and Arnold got room to inspect the escaped cabin again.
"... yeah. You don't have to worry about the rain."
Apparently, this place is a substitute built by nobles whose purpose is unknown.
It is well built to the extent that it does not leak even in this rain, and the rain sounds as bad as ever from the outside, but there is no leakage.
But the smell of dust is strong on the other hand.
Apparently, it hasn't been used in the last few years.
And if I were, I wouldn't have anything to complain about staying until that awful rain stops.
"... Well, I hope even firewood stays somewhere"
Arnold draws Ellie's hand, regretting that there is a fireplace but no firewood left beside it.
"Let's go. Ellie, we need to explore this."
"... yeah"
Ellie snorted as she finished dressing and held hands with Arnold.
Only Cantera's lights must have been anxious to rely on the meticulous situation.
The hand is gripped tightly.
(... Speaking of which, there's a possibility of a haunted mansion)
Second, confirm the insurance substitute holy water that I accidentally sneaked into my nostalgia when I realized about it.
Occasionally, some of the buildings in this hand, which have not been used in years, are called 'Haunted Mansions'.
... If it's Ghost sitting in a haunted mansion, you'll be fine for a few days or so if you put up with the sickness, but if it's Reis, you'll need to get away with it immediately.
With a pure warrior and a child of his own, Reis is slightly overloaded.
"All right, let's go"
"Yeah."
The hand of Arnold, who holds Ellie's hand, is naturally powerful.
A daughter whose wife defends herself from demonic attacks, and only one survives, must be protected no matter what.
That's why I decided to take my adventurers out of business and to my parents, who run arms stores in my hometown, until I risked traveling with them for days like this.
"All right, let's start here"
Hands on a black door with a brass handle that is luxurious even inside a cabin door.
It's built to be locked, but it's not locked.
Arnold opens the door thoughtfully.
Chillin 'chillin' and the noise, the door opens.
"Ugh!?" "Yikes!?
At that moment, the two blind themselves to a light as intense as day.
"Oh, there you are. What are you doing at this hour?
"It's kind of wet, are you okay?
I can hear Arnold blinded.
A slightly surprised middle-aged man's voice and a much younger, woman's voice.
(... Ku, what do we do!?
It's like a strangely bright room suddenly appearing in an unpopular cabin and the voice of a stranger.
Decide to be on your side, say hello, or see and fight your enemies.
Arnold is asked to judge.
"Father..."
Anxiously, when he grabbed the soot and was physically superior.
"It would have been pretty cold if it was that wet...... Aletta, I'm sorry, but get me a towel"
"Yes! Please wait a moment"
Warm voices are hung from those two, and Arnold solidifies with his hands on the sword of his hips.
If you look closely, the girl, who would be a demon tribe, leaves toward the back with a patter, and the man who remained on the spot stands up, bowing his head gently to Arnold and Ellie, says.
"Welcome. Welcome to the Western Cat."
"Hey, Nekoya...?
The shopkeeper says over and over to Arnold, who leans his neck toward words he can't hear.
"Yes. That's the name, I'm a cook. People like you call me 'Different World Dining Room'.
... Hate and today's business hours are already over, customer, something seems to be going on.
Anything you can serve can be like a bribe, but if you don't mind, why don't you eat and go?
Along with receiving those words, Arnold's clothing hem gets stuck all over again.
... cum, along with the cute belly chirping.
He wiped his hair and body that remained wet with an unusual woven cloth that sucked wonders and water, saying towels and such, and the two people who took their seats looked around uncommonly.
"... it's kind of amazing, here"
"Oh."
Arnold nods honestly to Ellie's words, which only the city of birth knows.
As an adventurer of war, it was a strange place for Arnold, who traveled everywhere.
In a well-polished, well-maintained chair and table, bright as day, warm as spring, even though there is no sign of fire that I said Shudai or fireplace at all.
A jar of vitreous or small ceramic with various things inside in neat form, lined up on a table.
In Arnold's eyes is the black door that came in earlier... according to the shop owner, the door that connects this other world to Arnold's.
(What if that cabin itself was built for it...)
Second, I realize the possibility.
The door of the other world that only appears once every seven days.
Someone who knew that existed, perhaps no longer in the world, made me build that cabin as a place to use the doors of another world.
Such an imagination had crossed Arnold's mind.
"Thank you for waiting! I brought you some hot milk."
With that in mind, the first thing I ask for arrives.
Arnold and Ellie also know each other well, warmed cow's milk.
Arnold and Ellie's shoulders lose strength in the scent of warm milk filled in a large ceramic cup.
"If you're cooking, the master said please wait a little longer because we're reheating"
That said, the girl, known as Patapata and Aletta, returns to the kitchen in the back.
"... oh, don't warm up"
"... yeah, yummy"
I hold the handle of the cup just quickly, and Arnold and Ellie, who drank hot milk, exhale at the same time.
Slightly sweet, the warmth of cow's milk stains the body and warms the body that was chilling out.
Its warmth in the milk of a fresh cow that could be drunk was the most important treat for the two of us today.
The two are silent, drinking hot milk.
Every time I drink it, my body warms up, and then I get hungry, who had only spoken of cold preserved food since noon.
"... Looking forward to it, what dishes are coming"
"Yeah......"
To Arnold's whining, Ellie nods too.
According to the shop owner here, there are no ingredients left, so I was told that I couldn't make anything big, soup from different worlds.
(Instead, the price of the dish told was a good and conscientious price, also friendly to Arnold's nostalgia)
I don't know what that's like, but this hunger would make anything tasty.
And by the time the two of them finish their hot milk slowly, the long-awaited dishes are brought in.
"Thank you for waiting. It's Potov."
That's what the store owner puts it in front of the two of them.
"Wow... looks delicious"
Filled with deep, thick soup dishes are large cut vegetables and soups with thick bowel fillings swimming.
Right next to it, there are two rows of silver large spoons and as much bread as a child's fist that smells warm as if they've just been roasted.
"... okay? It's kind of a lot more luxurious than I thought."
Unexpectedly sipping, Arnold confirms to the store owner.
This didn't seem like a bribe dish.
But the shopkeeper nods and says.
"Yeah, it's a little made with a lot of vegetables and wieners.
Oh, and we're free to substitute bread and soup, so eat as much as you like.
Well, take your time. "
That said, the store owner pulls into the back.
And only Arnold and Ellie were left in the quiet store.
"… well, do you want to eat"
"Yeah......"
Quickly, the two of them started eating potov.
(... this is another very luxurious soup)
After a spoonful of it, Arnold immediately realized that the soup was excellent.
What you can feel is the taste of root vegetables such as danshaku and carute, as well as vegetables such as pale green leafy vegetables, sweet oraniers with good stock, and mushrooms made into thick thin slices, and the taste of the soup blended with the meat that would have come out of the wiener and the butter that would have been put in the finish.
But the wonder also fades the taste of vegetables and meat that are not in this soup right now...
But that's not the only thing Arnold was secretly surprised by.
(No way, with spices...)
It was the undisputed tingly spices… the flavour of pepper that had been distracted by the taste of salt that would naturally be in it.
It is valuable in the Eastern Continent because it comes in by trade from the Western Continent.
The amount used is to the extent that it can be eaten deliciously even by children's elites (I have silently disappointed in the warm soup and bread from earlier), so it is not a large amount, but its peppery flavour adds one refreshing flavour to the soup that is flavoured with vegetables and meat.
(And the bread...)
Then reach for the bread and sip.
Soft and slightly sweet bread, different from the bread you usually eat.
Paired with crispy, baked skin and superior cotton softness, it's softer than any bread Arnold knows.
This bread alone had a flavour that could be described as a full treat.
"Give me more! Bread and, Potoff!
Without thinking about the extras, Ellie, who was eating potov and bread in a heartbeat, offers an empty plate and calls Aletta.
"Yes! I'll have it with you soon"
As soon as I say that, I collect the plates, see Aletta bringing the next bread and potov, and while Arnold feels a little impatient, I recommend eating them.
It simmers so little that it has little teeth, while leaving its shape, the soft vegetables spit out the sucked soup every time they bite, and the intestinal stuffing, which is tightly packed with meat, leaves the skin bouncing in the mouth, spitting out the gravy.
"Sorry! Me too!
At the end of the day, I ask for a replacement, keeping the remaining soup in a soft bread well smoked and cheeky.
Both parents and children, the food competition continued until it was completely late at night.
The next morning, Arnold and Ellie were to continue their journey again, looking up at the completely sunny sky.
"That was delicious... even today"
"Oh......"
I remember the breakfast of eggs and bread I had earlier, and Arnold unexpectedly agrees.
In the end, yesterday we rented a particularly warm corner of the store and the two slept.
And then he ate the "Morning" prepared by the owner and traveled again.
"There you go again..."
"Oh, someday"
To Ellie's words, Arnold nods too.
The town of my hometown will be here in four or five days.
That way, the journey would be over and the days would begin for both parents and children to live in a whisper to their wives' minute.
(When this kid grows up, you might want to go again...)
I think so, holding hands with Ellie, my wife's oblivion.
Now in the daytime, as a proper guest, I will visit that store.
Arnold, with that thought, walks slowly with Ellie's legs.
Hold on, look forward.