The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

When I come to the store, I ask for drinks from different worlds, even, to drink.

It is Bridget's way of enjoying herself in the otherworldly cafeteria, a drunk enough to have the alias' Dwarf Killer 'for a high priest serving the God of Light, who has sent many dead spirits back to the Underworld since his youth.

In the evening, by the end of a qualitative dinner, the sun sets completely, and the niggers she watches go back to each room.

After slowly dropping it off, Bridget heads to the training ground, where only the dean of this monastery is allowed to use it, knocking at the magical door that appeared in the place.

Bridget looks lightly through the store, listening to the chillin 'chillin' and bell sounds.

A western warrior with bird meat in his dishes, an old dwarf woman who prefers fish while small and drinks as much as Bridget, and then the greatest sage in the kingdom who always drinks ale with loin cutlet dishes.

That, see if Bridget's 'drinking buddies' are around.

(Hmm, not here today, is it?)

You didn't come, or you already left, unfortunately you weren't here today.

After the evening, guests were constantly quiet from shops where there were no extra guests, so much so that there were guests eating potatoes, potatoes and some sort of dish.

(Well, this is B stuff)

Drinking with careless drinking buddies is delicious, but drinking alone quietly is also good.

With that in mind, he sets up at one of the tables of a well cleaned shop and gently lowers his back.

"There you are. Are you ready to order?

As soon as he does, the old man, who looks dead but feels the power of strong life... the shopkeeper of this store comes and asks Bridget what he 'drinks'.

"Um, let's just say we go with wine at first today. Sounds white to me. Then appropriately ask for something to be a knob"

Order different world-style wines per sashimi and then ask for something to pinch easily.

"Yes. Then the oil sardine I planted the other day... would you like to serve it even if the fish is oiled?"

The store owner also learned that, from the ingredients left in the store, while thinking about what can be served, he selects the right dish for the requested liquor and pulls it into the back.

And come right back and put it in front of Bridget.

A 'white' wine with a slightly clearer yellow colour, poured into a glass of vitreous with thin feet, and a small bread for whether loose fish meat and white cheese were put on board.

"Uhm, that's it"

Nodding satisfactorily at them lined up in front of him, Bridget wipes her hands with a white, water-containing cloth, then gently pinches the vitreous cup and tilts the cup.

Included in the mouth, the nose leaves the nose with the aroma of the wine's refreshing fruit, while alcohol containing a little sweetness and acidity moisturizes the throat and passes.

Then, reach out to just one of the knobs to enjoy the flavor of an oil full of fish flavor and a cheese with a softer flavor and texture than regular cheese, while having its knob finish.

Hmm, and the sigh leaks, a testament to my satisfaction with the combination and, above all, the wonderful taste of alcohol.

There are too many regular dishes for Bridget, who has already finished his meal.

That's why Bridget's knobs were light, such as those that salted beans or cut vegetables into the form of sticks raw, giving priority to drinking alcohol that can only be tasted in this store.

"Store owner, next booze...... right, nihonsch please. I saw a well chilled nihonsch fit this knob."

Wine… After indulging in what we call wine in this world, order wine made from a crop called Western Comedy.

It also smells like fruit in a different way than wine, and it goes well with fish.

"Yes. If you drink too much, it's poisonous, isn't it?

The shopkeeper adds only one word of advice while carrying the liquor.

"Mm-hmm. Once every seven days, I can't help it. Well, be careful. Besides, there's less booze in this than before, right? Because the liquor in this store is too good."

Bridget responds to such a joke mix lightly to the words of the shopkeeper.

But it was true.

Once, as an alcoholic, it was just one thing that stirred up alcohol every supper with all the luxury I had allowed myself, but lately I hardly ever drank unless I was even invited to a feast.

Tasty liquor only tastes better when you put up with good liquor.

And when he realized it, he made sure that he would refrain from drinking for the sake of this day every seven days.

"Right. Well, have fun."

The store owner also smiles back at the word if he is comfortable with it.

"Oh, let me do that"

Bridget also smiles and responds to the store owner's words, drinking again.

(um, delicious. After all, booze is the moisture of my life, right)

I sincerely feel good that I don't belong to 'Abstinence' at times like this.

Having accomplished the feat of defeating the evil gods practised by the demon kings and demons who were all over this continent at the time, and who were in a position to teach and guide the servant priests of God, I have heard that abstinents who dislike under the Pope today will still simply honor abstinence and spend their lives at dawn in training without knowing the pleasures of this world.

I also hear that abstinence predominated when it came to the priesthood of the God of Light when Pope Xuan was still acting with other heroes as a one-time high priest, but that was a somewhat hard old story for Bridget, who only knew the temple since Pope Xuan became the spokesperson for the God of Light and belonged to the "Enjoyer" who, naturally, would be tested for a year of enjoyment.

(... Well, it's time)

Then after laying the cup alone for a while and enjoying enough alcohol from different worlds, Bridget thinks that's it for today.

"Store owner. Sorry...... I think it's time to go home today. So, one last order of onion gratin soup."

"Yes. It'll take a little while, okay?

The store owner nods one back to Bridget's usual order, which was overlaid when he brings several replacements.

"Oh, of course. Drink this and wait, no problem"

Respond to the shopkeeper's confirmation with a clear, ice-floating brown whiskey.

After the usual exchange, Bridget slowly tastes the last drink of the day.

"Thank you for waiting. It's onion gratin soup."

It was almost at the same time that the shopkeeper brought the glass of vitreous to the table after finishing the drink.

Cut a piece of bread with cheese in a brown soup filled with a large quantity of oraniers, filled with a white, small kettle.

That was the soup Bridget would ask for as his last dish after he had tasted plenty of booze.

(Okay, let's have it)

Softly placed by his side, he takes a well-polished silver spoon, and Bridget softens up only the soup by avoiding the massive amount of oraniers first, taking care not to touch the kettle that is getting hot.

The soup filled with a silver spoon is dark brown yet clear without cloudiness, giving off a fragrant aroma.

Gently place a spoon in your mouth and drink soup so that it pours into your thirsty body.

(... um. Seems to stain across)

Countless meat and vegetable flavors condense yet a clear soup glides over the tongue.

A single spoon of soup stains directly from his throat into his body, making him feel even more delicious than the various treats he mouthed during the year of enjoyment.

Bridget smiled unexpectedly at the feeling.

The first spoon of onion gratin soup tastes soup only.

That is the way it is when you taste one of her tightening dishes.

From the next eyelid, not only the soup but also the oranier soothes up.

Thinly sliced oraniers placed in bulk in the soup and baked with the soup or bread.

Now taste it.

Oranje is soggy with plenty of superb soup.

If you carry it into your mouth, the sweetness and soup taste of Oranje will blend into your mouth, leaving the superb flavor in your tongue and disappearing into your stomach.

Hmm, sigh leaked instead of swallowed soup.

Having enjoyed the soup several times and enough soup, I finally decide to get my hands on bread, arguably the protagonist of onion gratin soup.

A slice of bread with melted cheese on top.

I inhaled a lot of soup. That's soft and can be cut off easily with a spoon.

Bread dyed brown itself by inhaling large amounts of brown soup and pale yellow cheese melted on top of that bread.

If you bring it into your mouth and bite it, you'll overflow tons of soup from the soft bread.

Soft bread in superb soup, and the flavor and grease of the bread's cheese tell Bridget.

(Oh, yummy. still this after booze is awesome)

Thus, only when I'm tasting onion gratin soup do I feel like I've been drinking for this one spoon.

And one quiet evening of fun ends slowly as he carries the soup to his mouth until the last spoon.

Pay the store owner and leave the store behind.

On his way back to his room, taking care not to fall in a hospital with little light from the bright store, he thinks.

(... I guess in any case, that door will also give way to the successor)

Bridget and I look young, but I'm a lot older.

I do not know if it is further glory or hiding, but sooner or later the day will come when I will resign from this monastery and turn over the seat of the Dean to the High Priest who will come later.

(Well, I can't help thinking about it now)

Bridget entered her room quietly to make no noise, remembering a little bit how the next high priest would handle the door.