The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Samurai, Oniwaka, a high priest who serves the Dark Goddess, rubbing her belly satisfactorily.

"Yeah. It's good here. Unless you're in such a despicable spot, your legs are going to flourish."

In front of me was roasted pork meat, now an empty white plate.

Drink cold water with ice mixed with fruit juice while recalling the delicacies of the dishes that would have been 'Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,

Cold water eats meshi and is comfortable cooling down the hot body.

This room with the coolness of autumn, even in the middle of summer, makes you forget the heat in the woody mountains.

Together with being full, Oniwaka made me feel at peace here like the bottom of the Underworld.

"Damn, this is why life is funny"

In such a restful mood, Oniwaka once again thinks of the mystery of her destiny.

I found it when I was exploring the vicinity as a prep before fighting the Necromancer, the black door.

At the end of the suspicion of a door nestled as if hidden in a bushy summer grass, there was a restaurant.

In this restaurant, which is incredible, in different worlds, there are various dishes that do not seem to belong in this world, and even Oniwaka, a high priest, was secretly arrayed in the corner of the room with an unidentified presence that made him think he was a bug or something.

"... yeah. I wish I could have brought the Shaw Giraffe."

In such an interesting place, Oniwaka, fu, thinks so.

I have abandoned the world and followed myself into the way of God, old samurai.

You should still be preparing for Oniwaka's exorcism.

"Well, let's at least bring back one of the souvenirs...... shopkeeper! Do me one favor."

I think so, I call the store owner.

"Yes? What is it?

"Um, actually..."

That's how Oniwaka consulted the store owner.

Night camp trampled by the side of a mountain deep street.

So Shaw Zillow was ready.

Place bills hosting the protection of the Dark Goddess they serve on large spears and arrows that usually carry on their backs, and shelter.

The protection of the Dark Goddess is the protection of death and night. It will therefore also be the power to crush and destroy the already dead, immortalized, with the power of stronger death.

Oniwaka handmade billboards, which are the object of Shaw Zillow's escort and are young and in high priesthood status, are powerful, with a sword that was originally a commodity and a powerful death curse on sharp arrows.

(Is this what it is?)

I've been swinging since I was mindful, swinging heavy spears and making sure I'm feeling better.

The opponent is a monster, the Necromancer, who is considered particularly strong among the immortals of this world.

Failure to prepare will only lead to death, and Shawzillow will also take care of it enthusiastically.

- Pay a hundred gold coins as a reward for whatever it is that defeated the Necromancer appearing in the street muscles on a full moon night.

It was about six months ago that such a story spread from the temple of God of Light on the streets.

According to a story told by a very lucky surviving pedestrian, the most horrible female princess's necromancer lurks in this street muscle and only represents herself on the eve of the full moon.

I ran through the old literature, and you think it's a princess's grudge that brings everything to the blood of the lord who's ruling this neighborhood, and it seems to be such a great evil spirit that it's even comparable to the Devil's Spirit (Richi).

Once, a silver stamped priest and witch of the local Temple of Light, who specially gets to fight the immortal (Andaido), said he had made the unsuccessful attempt he had made after being adequately prepared to ambush him with several people, and had fled back, threatening to be possessed and killed.

For the God of Light, the immortal in the presence of darkness is the enemy of the Unsullied Heaven. Never forgive what is in this world.

Only one old high priest in the temple decided so, and issued a proclamation to defeat the Necromancer anyway.

And it was Oniwaka and Shoujiro who responded accordingly.

(But it must be too late)

While Shaw Giraffe was getting ready, Shaw Giraffe went for a walk nearby, saying he would also look for food in the mountains, and there was still no sign of going back.

(No, that's the problem only for young people)

I get a little worried about that, but I think back.

Shoujiro has been trying to escort Oniwaka since he returned, but he knows how strong he is.

Oniwaka, a high priest serving the Dark Goddess and learning the Iroja of the Sword from Shaw Zillow, is a competent warrior through both the Sword and the Dark Divine Arts, but not only that.

Oniwaka is a ghost blood catcher.

Living all over the world, demons with barbaric customs among wise creatures, but therefore incompatible with humans, are called subraces.

There are many horny sub-races in mountain countries, especially called ghosts, among their subpopulations.

Boasting nearly twice as many giant bodies as humans, and living normally with mountain beasts as food, they ghosts are powerful enough to laugh with their noses, such as humans, their legs are as fast as horses, and their skins are hard enough to think that they are covering their entire bodies with armor.

Using its tough flesh, it takes away food, eats people, and vandalizes fields.

Now it was time to cut off the skin of the ghost, and to make a bow so rigid that it could strike through its head as hard as a bone breaking knife or a haunted rock, and thanks to the development of the samurai martial arts dealing with it, it was no longer delayed by the ghost, but until only a few hundred years ago the people of the mountain countries were frightened by the ghost raids that came down from the mountains and grabbed rice, livestock, and young daughters, and sometimes even abandoned the fields to escape and live.

The existence of the Son is a being passed down from its time. As a terrible abominator.

Ghosts grab and eat humans. But if she is a young daughter, she may live and be a comforter.

Thus dwells the seed of a ghost, and the children born out of his belly are called 'without horns' by the ghosts, and 'sons' by man.

They are born with robust flesh comparable to ghosts.

In mountain countries, it was not unusual once to talk about a princess who had been helped by samurai, who had given birth to a princess, who had learned the sword of samurai to become a fearful samurai and exorcised ghosts.

Oniwaka is the firstborn son of the Lord, whom Shaw Zillow once served.

The princess, who was caught in a cliff crash and thought to be dead, lived in hiding by a ghost.

Three years later, when another samurai crusader exorcised the ghost, she was found out of a cave inhabited by ghosts with an oniwaka that was a baby in its hand.

And for the first time in three years, he returned to the Lord of Shawzillow.

But whether she had been weak in years of mountain life, or had lost Oniwaka's father again, and her heart weakened, the princess soon fell ill and died.

And Oniwaka, your oblivion, was to enter the temple of darkness, which was powerful locally with the samurai who served as the princess's escort, and at the end of his years of training he was recognized for his talent and became a young high priest.

This exorcism of the Necromancer is also what Oniwaka said. Rumors I heard in a town I stopped by on a national comic tour to brush my arms and spread the word.

Oniwaka said, "Let's do it" to the reward and content of the breach, and thus the two came to the streets in the day of the full moon.

(But slow. If you don't want to go back, I'll have to go find it.)

An arrowhead with that in mind, Oniwaka is coming back.

"Sorry! I found something a little funny, it's getting late"

I tell Shawzillow, in a samurai language, in order to get away from the samurai's house at an early age.

"Heh. Can I get you something interesting? What the hell happened?

The words and Shawzillow asks, glancing at the white bag, which is not cloth or paper, which Shawzillow held on his side, smelling somewhat good.

"Um, actually, surprisingly, it's a different kind of restaurant!

To that showzillow question, Oniwaka smiled back.

"Yes, are you a restaurant in another world?

"Whoa! That's good!

Oniwaka takes the box out of the white bag and shows it to Shoji Row, while he looks and listens back to Shoji Row in surprise.

I see, the box smells like it's got some good food in it, and before noon, I just scrape an empty stomach of shoji lol with dried meat and some vegetables in it before I get out of town.

"As a matter of fact, I just found the door that leads to that restaurant, and I crept in, but hey, Hate and that place can only be used once every seven days.

In fact, when I went outside, the door disappeared. "

With that said, I give the paper box to Shaw Zillow.

"Young. What's this?

"Oh, I'm so sorry I ate something delicious. I got the dishes wrapped up."

Oniwaka returns the words without giving in to Shawzillow's words.

"It's a little cold, but it tastes fantastic. I asked for something delicious even if it was cold."

The face of Oniwaka, who laughs with the words, is not the genius priest of Chiko, but the face of a young man who is still freshly adulted.

"... heh. If that's the case, I'd appreciate it."

Unexpectedly on that face, the samurai had some serious tears. Wiping that seemed like zero tears, Shawzillow decided to have a belly full before the battle.

Remove the chopsticks made by scraping bamboo from the small bag affixed to the top of the box and open the still slightly warm box.

That way what leaks out is a hint of rice and meat.

"Oh, this is vibrant again..."

And when I opened the box, there were three bright colors of light cut meat tea, fried egg yellow, and green beans that I thought were boiled every saya.

"Young man, what kind of dish is this?

Shawzillow asks Oniwaka as she grabs her stomach by the scent and vibrant shades that drift from it.

"Ooh, they call it a" three-color bowl "."

In that inquiry, Oniwaka told the owner his name as it was.

This is not going to be tolerable anymore.

Shoji Row lifts a tightly heavy box packed with rice and sticks his chopsticks up on the land stained with three colors.

"Ho, this is another fine meal."

Whether it matches the Great Eater's Shoji Row or under the tri-color dyed utensils is packed with pure white rice.

That would be rice called white rice, which has recently become popular among the aristocrats of the capital, having bran dropped in mind, washed to polish and cooked thoroughly.

"Right? In other worlds, this is normal."

Hearing some good words about Oniwaka, lift the rice to chisel with chopsticks and sip on the meat.

"... oh"

Unexpectedly leaks an exclamation.

The meat was often flavoured with sugar and fish soy with fatty bird meat.

(What a luxurious flavor)

Shoji Row breaks his face when it tastes like it didn't even come out of the Samurai feast.

Sugar cannot be taken in mountainous countries. The only thing that a soil skinned merchant from that unwelcome country or a country full of sand to the south brings in is something expensive in the capital or a big city. When it comes to sweet things in mountain countries, it is about the juice squeezed from the grass containing seasonal fruits and sweet dew.

But this meat has a clear sweetness. Moreover, it was not just sweet, but the flavor of meat, the flavor of fat coming out of the skin, the slightly sweet mesh, and then the taste of salty fish soy, which was delicious.

Shoji Row lives in the flavor unexpectedly, but decides to eat it little by little.

There's nothing wrong with just stuffing this in your stomach.

Yes, I felt it.

(next...... um, this stir-fried egg must be devised too)

Yellow stir-fried eggs were also a delicacy that made artisans feel their arms.

Eggs are better than the original.

If boiled, baked, and sprinkled with a piece of salt, it is considered an adequate treat for the common people.

But this makes me feel more creative than that.

(um, did this... did you add fish broth? Although it doesn't smell like mud)

Stir-fried eggs were mixed with salt and sugar again. Naturally, it is sweet and salty.

However, I also feel that it is not the only flavor.

Its flavor is slightly similar to the taste when seared fish are soaked in liquor, but it does not smell like fish.

However, just as it is said that only the flavor has been concentrated and consolidated, only the flavor has been tasted.

And that also fits the white rice mesh.

Pale flavoring compared to the meat part earlier, but that's fresh and good for tongues used to sweetness and fat again.

(Hmm, this one's not entirely salt air only)

And finally, stretch the chopsticks over the green bean area.

That's just boiled the little beans in sawdust.

It is slightly salty, but the rest only tastes like beans.

(But these teeth are good)

Enjoy the sound of beans standing in your mouth when you squeak instead.

Well-boiled green beans have a unique texture when chewed up.

That doesn't feel like soft-baked meat or stir-fried eggs.

And every time you bite it, the bean-flavored juice from the boiled beans overflows with a hint of salt gas.

That's good again.

Only then will Shoji Row be silent, bite and bite to taste a bowl with three colors.

There's nothing to eat in a hurry, but you can't help but eat.

Reflecting that sentiment, Shoji Row's chopsticks are a little bit quicker.

"... hey, give me some too"

And I guess I no longer have the patience for the shoji lol that really looks delicious.

Oniwaka pointing her mouth like a child and urging her.

"... then just a little"

Shaw Zillow's response to that answer was only a little late.

Oniwaka and Shoujiro, ready for the war, talk slowly as they watch the sun go down.

"What do you say? Are you better prepared?"

"Whatever."

The tummy will be finished with delicious mesh by that stunning, enough energy.

All you have to do is defeat the Necromancer and get your reward.

"... the next time I go over there, I'll take you with me."

"I appreciate that. Please do."

We have a very casual conversation, but it also increases tension.

Yes, now the two of us are going... with this, Father.

The moment Oniwaka is so firmly determined and the sun finally sets completely across the mountain.

A cold wind of death and smell passed between them, and they pulled out their swords as they had been begun.