The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

A corner of an ancient and huge castle with a polite interior.

Young twins, ask softly how they are.

"Alf, how's it going? Should I?"

"Well, I'm not even here right now, Marie."

Confirming that there are usually no lookout soldiers in the 'Blurb Place', the twins decide to continue 'Blurb'.

Soft and small hands together, they begin to carefully climb the stairs step by step, aiming at the top of the tower cut to the west of the huge castle.

The two of them were excited. The path that leads to The Witch's Residence, taught to me by my mother.

The tower on the west side of the castle is inhabited by witches, so stay away from it.

The first prince of the principality, Alfred and the first princess, Margarete, grew up being told that from an early age.

That's why the twins decided to use this precious time they were free to play with, without "Oben Today" either.

My mother tells me not to come near you, a dangerous place.

We decided to sneak into the room where the wicked witch lived.

"Oh, there it is!" "Right here..."

At the top of a long spiral staircase climbed for the twins, there it was.

Large, old doors soaring at the top.

The twins rush over there, rattling open.

"... that? Usual."

"Yeah. Usual."

The two peeking into it hang their necks even though the sight is far from being a witch's room.

Ten people would be able to sleep if they were twins, a bed with a size canopy, or a mirror table with gold, silver and gems.

Well-polished, silver-worked and decorated wooden furniture or jewelry boxes placed on a table attached to the side of the bed.

These are familiar to the royal twins of the Principality.

So this place just seemed like a common bedroom to the twins.

"Hey. Boring."

The twins sit in a bed as soft as I pretend and my body seems to sink in intact.

I've come to steal the eyes of loud ministers and generals, and now I'm bored with this.

With that in mind, whatever, I try to open the jewelry box where Margarete is placed beside the bed.

"Hit!?

Leaked out of it, Margarete can pull her hand in by raising her voice unintentionally in cold air.

"What!? What's the matter!

Alfred sees Margarete and the jewelry box she opens when he finds something interesting going on about it.

"... dull"

"Really. Seriously, it's creepy."

To what was in it, the two of them sparkled their eyes.

At first glance, it looked like a jewelry box. There were no jewels in it.

Instead, there was only one suspicious yellow thing in a silver spoon and a jar of vitreous, which was chilled gently.

"What do we do?

"Yeah, and... what do we do?

Unexpectedly, the two think face-to-face. You can try your courage and come to the witch's residence, but there is no reason why you want to do it at the witch's residence.

"... Let's try it"

But it was Alfred who said that a little bit later.

As Prince of the Principality, I will show you courage.

From that feeling Alfred takes a bottle filled with a silver spoon and something pale yellow.

"Do you want some?

"It's a good idea. I guess."

Break the seal on the bottle and stick the spoon in, returning it in mild condition to the anxious Margarete.

The spoon soaked up the firmly solidified 'Witch's Medicine', and the Witch's Medicine shivered puffy on the spoon.

Alfred takes one stinging spit in the face of tension... and carries the witch's medicine to his mouth.

…… Oh, my God, this is so bad! Not much! "

The witch's medicine, which I decided to do and carried to my mouth, was unexpectedly sweet.

Apparently the ingredients are milk and eggs.

Those two flavors and a witch's medicine with a smooth texture pass through her mouth softly and dissolve into her stomach.

To that feeling, Alfred accidentally stuck his keys in again and tried to eat the witch's medicine again, and Alfred gets his sleeve strapped.

"Oh yeah. Give it to me too."

At the end of that gaze I intuited that she was eating something delicious. The look of my sister.

"... ok"

After only bothering you, Alfred, I'll split a spoon, a witch's medicine, for my sister in the same way.

"What's this!? Yum!"

My sister, who spoke of it, also opened her big, creepy eyes, and then smiled.

Seeing that makes Alfred happy, he tries to eat all the witch pills he's about halfway through...

"What are you doing here?

I accidentally shrug my shoulders in words spoken from behind.

Yes, this is the witch's residence. Then naturally there is a witch.

The twins, who came to the thought of it, try to see the dreaded 'frightened majesty', they realize.

"Auntie yeah!?" "Auntie why!?

What was there was the appearance of an aunt with silver hair, always telling the twins that her father was a loved one, not a horrible witch or something.

My twin nephew and niece seem to be children, talked to me in a tall voice, and I breathe in the Princess' former 'First Princess of the Principality, Victoria, ha.

"... this is my room. That's why I'm here."

Victoria somehow perceives the situation as she answers the questions of the two young men.

The current Duke... is the father of this twin, Victoria's brother, who loves Victoria as a family, but this twin's mother, a little different.

The mother of the twins, who is also a regular room out of the house that brings her to the Duke Royal Family, hates Victoria.

Perhaps because Victoria, who does not speak to politics but is loved by the Duke as a family, is in the way, and more than that, because Victoria is a pedigree half-elf hated since the days of the Duchy.

The Duke Royal Family, which has ruled the Principality for many years, is a lineage with the first prince, the son of the last king of the ancient kingdom, the "Half Demon King".

On the day of his youth, when he was still called namesake, the Half Demon King entrusted his real son, Prince Tatsuo, with this land, which at that time was an important barn zone in the ancient kingdom and a hub of trade.

This is not strange in itself. Prince Wang, the heir of the ancient kingdom, temporarily descended to his subordination, and learning politics and governance by ruling the land of the principality, a place of particular importance to the royal family, and preparing for the day when he would unite the ancient kingdom to come, was also a way to say tradition in the ancient kingdom.

... the problem would be that it was' temporary 'and sorry.

The Half Demon King was a half elf born as a replacement.

Young people who do not know their longevity and old age are literally separated from man, and the reign of the half demon king was indeed centuries old and the ancient kingdom celebrated its time of prosperity.

But the son of the half demon king, the king prince, was but a man. There's no way I could live for hundreds of years, I was human.

When it took half a demon king to finally finish hundreds of years of life, the king prince, who later became known as the first duke king, left the world long ago, and ruling over a land in the principality was a human man to be said even with others in red for half a demon king, counting about five generations over the king prince.

It is outrageous, such as giving way to a fruitful son who divided his blood, or to an 'just man' who, whatever his child may be, does not resemble him, to the ancient kingdom in which he brought prosperity over hundreds of years.

That's what I thought, but the half demon king, who was about to reach his lifespan, went mad.

It was with the ministers and generals of the old half elves, who likewise governed the ancient kingdom for more than a hundred years, and the court magicians who led to the legacy left by the elves of the ancient days, that they laid their hands on the 'contraindication secret of abandoning the old flesh and perpetuating only the spirit', once knitted by the great elves.

Just to make the prosperity of the ancient kingdom, eternal. Nor do we realize why the secret art was considered 'contraindicated' by the elves.

It took the capital of the king of the ancient kingdom, which was said to be the promised land of a thousand years of prosperity, to turn it into an undead kingdom ruled by the insane carbide of death, Ricci, and the great ancient kingdom, which had only one, apart from countless small kingdoms, a storm of war broke out in the world.

Then hundreds of years passed by, and it is for this reason that the half-elf is still considered an abomination and should not speak out especially to politics.

Even in the position of princess of the Principality, no, it is the position of princess of the Principality once sipped boiled water by a half elf, therefore Victoria cannot be on the national stage, nor is she willing to stand again.

That's why he lived in a castle in the Principality, but kept his distance from the royalty in the Principality, and stuck it in a lab outside the castle.

"But why is my aunt here?

"Maybe your aunt is serious?

There is nothing to fear, Victoria smiles and nods at the inquiry of the young twins.

"Yes. I am a sorcerer... also a witch"

After answering that, Victoria sees the pudding the twins have eaten and comes up with good things.

"Come back before noon tomorrow. Then I'll show you the witch's magic."

Yes, tomorrow is Doyo Day.

For a little while, it's not a problem enough to 'treat' my twin nephews and nieces, it should.

It took me the next day. A chillin 'chillin' and a bell rings in the corner of the Duchy's castle.

"Can we go here..."

"Wow......"

On that first visit, the twins look around with interest.

An ornament that I have never seen in a room that is unusual and bright despite its basement.

And the various inhabitants of this world that Aya talked to me about.

Some of them even look like monsters who said Lizardman or Lamia, and they eat very well.

It was a strange place lined up with tools that neither the "Real Witch Room" nor the twins knew how to use before they came through here, bookshelves lined with books that seemed difficult, and then, most importantly, witchy drugs, but this was a stranger place than that.

"Welcome. Place your order."

"I need carbonara and regular pudding. Though I thought there was a dish in this store that only children under the age of twelve could ask for," Okosama Lunch. "

Victoria places her order quickly to Aletta, who came where she had the twins sitting in a chair looking around Kyolokiolo looking uncommonly.

I don't ask for pudding alla mode because I have twins today, regular food and regular pudding.

Then Victoria also orders dishes that she has only heard of by name from her mentor, Altrius.

"Huh? Okosama lunch, is it?

Aletta unwittingly listens back to that Victorian order.

I've never heard of cooking that only kids can ask for.

It is rare to be a child's guest if you do think back. Even more so if it is clearly a pre-adult child under the age of twelve.

"Yes. okosama lunch. Ask these kids."

Victoria calmly repeats the order to Aletta, who also expected that reaction.

"Okay. Please wait."

Aletta nods at Victoria's words and returns to the kitchen in the back for a confirmation.

Then, often wait.

"Thank you for waiting. Carbonara and Okosama Lunch."

That and.

A child lunch was placed in front of the twins.

The twins looked at each other unexpectedly before the freshly made "Okosama Lunch," which raised other hot air.

"Oh, my God."

"Yeah, that sounds great... but it looks delicious"

Even though I am confused, I unwittingly drink sawdust and spit on its scent.

It was, from the twin cuisine, how strange it was.

It had a number of dishes on a strange plate with lots of separations.

A chunk of rounded roasted meat with red and black sauce from the top.

A comedy dish, featuring a small flag with red circles on the white, dyed in the middle colors of red and orange under a thinly baked yellow egg cloth, with only a little view of the comedy of the western continent.

A dish that I'm not sure about, hung with white things, something like a bright brown stick with a bright red tail that looks like a shripe one.

It's like a white, round ball with colorful grains hidden by the way, placed on a bright light green leaf.

Finely chopped and fried danshak fruit served with a vessel with bright red sauce.

And...

"Oh, this is pudding! There's pudding!

"Really!

The twins rejoice when they see a bottle of vitreous filled with yellow pudding that Auntie gave me her name, placed in the corner of that plate.

I can stop softly with Victoria's hands, trying to get my hands on it all quickly.

"No. Pudding is the last. After eating it all."

The word is by no means great, but it has a strength that is difficult to defy, and the twins reluctantly obey.

... but such worries were worrying. All the dishes used for children's lunch were very delicious.

Alfred's first hand was a chunk of meat, placed close to the center of the plate.

Take the small silver fork and knife accompanied near the plate that was transported and point it at the chunk of meat.

"Wow. Soft one."

Its chunks of meat are softer than I thought and so easily cut with just a fork.

If you cut it up that way and hold it in your mouth, it smells good with the aroma of roasted meat and the sauce hung on top, rattling Alfred's little tummy.

Eat small pieces of meat only with sawdust and spit.

Its chunks of meat spill cucumbers of gravy and fat, intertwining the complex flavors of mixed oraniers with black sauces hung on top to convey delicacies to Alfred.

Its flavour, though young, is so delicious that it makes you think it's the first time you've had Alfred, who knows as far as luxury is concerned as the son of the head of the Principality.

Alfred had a crush on his flesh.

Margarete's first reach was a mysterious dish, with bright red tails visible.

(What is it, this?

A mystery, never seen before for Margarete, who lives in the capital of the Principality a little further from the sea.

Leaning his neck at it, Margarete cuts the ends into small pieces with a knife and lifts them up with a fork.

(Wow, beautiful)

Margarete exhales slightly into the beauty of a clear white body mixed with a slight pink peek, peeking from a cut section.

I am told by my beloved aunt and look forward to eating the dishes that should have been something to eat reluctantly before the pudding.

And he carries it straight to his mouth with pacli, unwittingly breaking his face.

Something unidentified about it was a sea creature.

The flavour and aroma of faintly wrapped sea creatures for a unique elastic texture, unlike fish.

Sometimes fish, shellfish, etc. brought in using the magic of preservation to keep them from rotting in the court of the Principality are lined up on the table, but shrimps such as those eaten by Margarete are not offered to the royal family because they are regarded as the taste of the common people because of their perishability and their perishability.

Therefore, the taste of Shripe, which was an unknown flavor for Margarete, grabbed Margarete's heart.

(Yeah! This is delicious!

Sakuri surface clothes and a plump shripe body, then a sauce hung over it, just a little sour, tastes like eggs and milk.

They mix in your mouth and entertain Margarete's tongue.

Forget it was reluctant if you noticed, etc., and the two get obsessed and have an okosama lunch.

The main chunks of meat and the dishes of sea creatures, as well as those like white balls served by them and red comedy dishes with roasted eggs, were also dishes that were difficult to insult.

Danshak's fruit, an imperial specialty fried in oil, is not usually an extra product in the Principality, but thanks to its fried in quality oil, it was not oily, and it was a delicacy with teasing clothes and the bright white Danshak fruit inside loosening up in the mouth.

Seasoning is salt only, which is good, but would have been excellent if eaten with an even more sour crimson sauce.

The flagged comedy dish was a comedy dish with its red sauce.

It was stir-fried with bird meat and yellow grained vegetables. That had little acidity and instead entangled the aroma of butter.

Its comedy dishes alone were delicious, but the addition of an even more fluffy, soft-finished flavor of baked eggs gave it a perfect finish.

And it's like a white ball, set on top of green leafy vegetables.

Bright orange curuts cut into corners, green beans, and yellow grained vegetables mixed together, floating like a pattern in pure white it looks beautiful too.

If you try it, it's apparently made of danshak fruit. I thought it mixed sauces that were crushed to mind, slightly sour, and also depended on the dishes of sea creatures, which have a slightly sour, smooth taste. The mixed curuts and beans could not be described as extra delicious, but they had extra deliciousness to make up for it.

The two, which should have been for eating pudding at first, were moving their mouths and hands hard to indulge in all the dishes at all times.

Elegance, like during a normal meal, hisses, defiles the mouth, but with a smile.

(... if I had kids too, would it have looked like this)

Victoria smiles softly as she sees how it goes and eats a noodle dish full of milk and egg delicacies.

Draw dear brother's blood, nephew and niece.

Being human, they will sooner or later be bigger than Victoria and will undoubtedly die before Victoria.

With just a little bit of loneliness about it, he finally watched the two of you eat pudding, the last dessert of your child's lunch, warmly as his mother did.

"Auntie. Yeah. It was delicious."

"Auntie. Yeah. Thanks for following me today."

After a full meal, the twins, realizing their faces were dirty, rush to wipe their faces with a white cloth, thanking each other orally.

"Fine. You're a dear family to me too, so don't worry about it"

With his back stretched and a smile on the two spinning words, Victoria returns the words.

For some reason, the food in today's different world cafeteria was even better than usual.

I'm sure it's because these two were together.

"So, the..."

"Can I ask you to follow me here again sometime?

Victoria's answer is determined because she knows that.

"Of course. From me, too, please"

The words were very naturally spun out of Victoria's mouth, making the twins smile.