The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Around a little around 10 p.m., the opening of the Different World Restaurant concurrently marks the end of the last cleaning.

"Oops, good job today. This is for today."

I take a shower at work and give Aletta, dressed in a beautiful old outfit of my own that I bought excitedly earlier in the spring, a tea envelope that says twelve pieces of wage silver coins first.

"Yes! Thank you!... Is that it?

Aletta clutches her neck strangely when she realizes that the bag of paper she receives is heavier than usual.

The shopkeeper, slightly satisfied with the condition, told Aletta the truth.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you...... wages are up from today. Twelve pieces of silver on a daily basis."

"... eh!? Do you mind?!?

Aletta, who at first couldn't swallow the meaning of the word and made it a kyoton, finally swallows the meaning and raises her voice to her surprise.

I've been told a lot about it before and I've been reduced in wages, but I've never had more wages.

I never saw a wage increase in this job, which is a high wage that even that would not be desirable any more for Aletta.

But apparently, the store owner meant it. Continue the words with a smile.

"Whoa, that's why it's been another year, and I work properly and seriously, and I'm good at my job.

Otherwise, if you raise your hourly rate a little bit, you won't hit a bee. "

In fact, even from the store owner's point of view, I think Aletta is doing well.

I have never misplaced an order I have heard from a customer, and the plates I have worked for a year and broken fit to the point where they can be counted with my fingers on both hands.

At first, I wanted to be nervous or customer service, but lately, I'm used to doing waitresses for this store, where various customers come.

(And don't bother if they stop paying you cheap)

I don't know much about different worlds, but Aletta, who looks like a high school student, is something that must now be in Saturday's sales.

It is slightly too cheap that her part-time pay is just over 700 yen per hour in detention for about 14 hours a day from before opening to closing.

That is also the reason for this wage increase.

"Really? Well, thank you."

Listen to the store owner and Aletta deeply appreciates it.

I still feel like a dream.

Compared to just a year ago, I'm blessed a lot now.

Aletta was feeling that way.

"Well, and for today's sake, I've got it ready."

Retake your mind, the store owner takes out a bag containing what Aletta was asking for.

"Yes, thank you!

Aletta regains her mind with it, too, and takes the silver coin out of the salary she gets quickly and gives it to the store owner, who receives the bag.

Aletta seems to have been asked to buy some out by her employer in different worlds (a regular in a different world cafeteria, a young lady who comes once or twice a month for a mentch cutlet), using the part-time money she gets right away.

A can of flying pappy cookies that I first send as a 'Job Celebration' and then buy every week.

I didn't think you were in the city today, Aletta's employer's favorite, Menticatsu Sandwich.

And...

"That, this, what is it?

Aletta sees an unfamiliar silver cylinder in the bag. Aletta puts her neck up.

Slightly warm, that's something I've never had before.

"Oh, that one, besides. I'm sorry about the rest of the store."

Tell such Aletta what's in it.

"Wash and return your stuff the next time you come, the contents are..."

That's what the store owner tells them.

Once upon a time, the name of the first otherworldly dish Aletta ate.

The area was completely bright when Sarah, a treasure hunter working around the Wang capital, woke up haphazardly to a slightly sweet scent drifting from the kitchen.

"Oh well... you fell asleep yesterday before Aletta came back..."

I wipe with my hands the marks of ink left on my cheeks, and I guess Aletta put it on me while I was asleep falling to the floor on the clap I woke up. I grasp the situation with the speed of the treasure hunter-like switch.

On the work desk Sarah normally uses, the magical lamp that always emits a pale light, which she uses during her usual explorations, and the notebook that she has read back and heckled over and over again.

And a bunch of parchment paper carefully written by Sarah.

That was a true representation of Sarah's work today.

That day, a notebook I kept from my cousin's brother, who had not actually met again in ten years in a different world cafeteria.

The notebook contained information about the "Southern Continent" he had spent ten years wandering around collecting in brand new ink.

And I gave it to my aunt and her wife as a sign that my cousin was alive. It was now coming back to Sarah, who had been requested.

He said, "I can't read it, so I want it to be clean."

It's not something Sarah doesn't even understand.

For treasure hunters, information is the next most important thing in life, and naturally various measures are taken to protect it.

And the easiest way to do that is to say, "Dirty, illegible words other than yourself."

Regardless, if you are too dirty, you need to add or subtract it because you won't be able to read it yourself this time, but the words that Treasure Hunters leave in their notebooks are dirty.

Sarah and I can still write beautiful letters as educated as the daughter of a big merchant deserves, but the letters we usually write in our own notebooks are intentionally disintegrating to the extent that they are unreadable to amateurs.

And the letter of his cousin, who would be more experienced and skilled than Sarah, naturally the filth also went over Sarah.

Besides, when it even combines the ciphers my great-grandfather preferred to use, it would be about Sarah who could decipher them even in the Gold family tste.

With that circumstance in mind, Sarah undertook the task of sorting out and clearing up the information left by her cousin because of her aunt and her wife, who did not receive the 'Curse of William'.

The reward offered by my aunt and her wife, a merchant dealing in wealthy magic props, was considerable, and it is also gratifying that as Sarah, I had the opportunity to carefully quantify the information my cousin left on the "Southern Continent".

Sarah received the request in two replies, and over the past few decades, she has been organizing information in beautiful letters, stuffed in a notebook at her base.

"Oh, you're hungry..."

Yesterday I remembered that it was the last meal I poured in water with my hardened black bread and cheese at noon, and I get out of the room, remembering my hunger.

In the kitchen Aletta had put a fire in a small stove for cooking and sprayed the pan.

Well-maintained, stunning blonde hair and small black horns shake loosely.

"Ah, good morning! Breakfast will be ready in a minute, so please wait."

Aletta tells Sarah as she notices Sarah standing at the kitchen entrance and sears the bread and cheese in the fire without scorching with a flamboyant smile.

"Yeah. Thanks. By the way, could that pot of soup be..."

Sarah asks, with some anticipation for the sweet scent drifting from the pan.

"Yes! Actually, the master took it yesterday and split the corn potage for me! I'll give it to Sarah, too."

Aletta made me try to answer that expectation without betraying it.

A small table at Sarah's house is lined with meals for two and Sarah and Aletta are on the table at the same time.

Normally, servants don't eat with their husbands, but Sarah doesn't really care about that.

I'd rather eat with you than alone anyway, so I'm eating with you.

"God of the Demons...... thank you for feeding me again today"

Before the meal begins, Aletta offers a pre-meal prayer, as usual.

He didn't do it when he came to the capital and hid that he was a demon, but since he stopped hiding that he was a demon like this, he's trying to pray properly, apparently.

(Yet the Sacred Word of Prayer is different every time...)

Aletta doesn't usually look like a demon tribe, but only prayer before meals thus prays to evil gods in discipline.

Even so, the words of prayer are subtly different each time because they were not educated by a professional priest, or because there are no defined sacraments like other gods in the Evil God.

Whatever you say, Sarah started eating while I thought you were a demon there.

Roast black bread broiled in a stove, served on a wooden plate.

(Yeah. I knew the fire was just coming through, but it's a lot different.)

Baked and hardened surface and aromatic wheat aroma.

Bread is the best freshly baked, but just re-bake it like this is a lot different.

When the hetax bakes, the surface burns black and bitter, but that's not true, even if it's not as good as the white bread you eat at home or in that dining room.

After indulging in the bread that remains vegetable, put on the broiled cheese and sip.

When the intense cheese flavour is added, just bread tastes good enough.

Eating sun-drenched sturdy bread and a little bit of kachikachi cheese is a staple during your adventure.

(Actually, you know, I wish I had a sugar stew of berries)

It's been a long time since I instantly ate all that wonderfully breaded, not too sweet, sweet and sour berry stew of sugar.

That was delicious.

Usually, she used Aletta to make her sister buy sweets from different worlds using parsley (although she seems to have given her some money), and gave her half of the contents (the outer vitreous bottle is quite precious with the metal lid on it, but she didn't get boulder) under her authority, so she made it into a preserved meal, but the sugar stew that suited the bread and the tea quickly disappeared.

Thank goodness that wasn't for sale, and I was so sorry I couldn't buy it.

(Well...)

After I regained my mind and enjoyed a piece of bread, the yellow soup served on the plate...... I reach for the corn potage.

The dish I use is a cheap wood dish, but with a fairly sophisticated operation, I bring the soup spoon to my mouth and carry it into my mouth to avoid making noise.

(Kind of sweet, isn't it, this)

What spreads in your mouth is a hint of sweetness.

Unlike fruits, milk and soups made of vegetables as sweet as fruits from different worlds produce sweet warmth and fall into the stomach.

(Yeah...... I knew it would taste good enough if it was this sweet)

When I was at home, I didn't like that sweetness that was going to hurt my head and teeth, and I barely spoke of confectionery, but this much, if it's about the sweetness of a knight's sauce, I'd rather like it.

Besides, this soup is never just sweet. If tasted well, besides the sweetness, it has a decent saltiness, a smooth taste of milk, an oranier flavour, and a blend of the intricate flavour underside used for soups other than that store's miso soup.

(I mean, whatever you think about this, it's not a substitute for free, is it?)

Roll it with your tongue instead of with a mentch cutlet as usual, and honestly think so, but now dip it in the soup and taste it.

Still slightly warm black bread inhales corn potage and changes the taste.

Throw it in your mouth and it will be soft and a treat to zero potage soup every time you bite it.

(Yeah. It was delicious)

Enjoy enough potage soup... Then Sarah smiles and puts the spoon down when she sees Aletta lust for the last cup.

I laugh bitterly at Aletta, who openly reassures me of the way it is.

This soup is delicious, but good enough to give way somewhat to this beloved servant.

And...

"That's right. Did you get me that?

"Yes! That's a menthicut sandwich! I bought it. I'll serve you at lunch!

We have a treat for lunch.