The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Salia shuddered unexpectedly at the feeling that the winter wind rubbed off so cold that her fingers passed through the hooded cape and the borough cloth-like clothes beneath it.

"Cold!

Unexpectedly scream like a scream and resent the path that continues to extend with the hood even deeper.

(The road should be this way...)

How much on earth would I have walked since I left my hometown village? The capital, where the Saliahs could live in peace, walked far enough to have holes in their shoes and a number of blood mamas crushed on their feet, still showed no sign of getting there.

(You're hungry...)

Walking down the road, even a belly with an unbroken chirp, then look inside a borough bag made of hemp and sigh.

There was nothing more to eat in the bag, and then there were just a few pieces of copper coins in the purse.

It was clear that if we didn't manage to find our brother when we got to the capital, we would dry up early.

(Brother, I hope he's still alive...)

I just think about all sorts of things trying to forget the pain of walking.

Salia's decision to go to the capital came at the invitation of her brother, who had left the house some years earlier.

Unlike Salia, his brother, who was excellent at fighting protection, said he wanted to test his power and stole a borough sword that his great-grandmother had used decades before the war.

Then he went out to the capital and became an adventurer or something, and he was quite successful... Apparently.

I was wondering if you were wearing yourself out to bandits because of that brother, but according to the human pedestrians who visit the village, they set up a small shop in the capital to marry a beautiful wife there and live happily ever after.

Then it was a few months ago that Salia decided to leave her hometown village and rely on her brother Tute.

Sarya, who was weak in fighting but confident in her body's sturdiness and night vision, was aiming to walk to the capital by herself as a woman.

(I wonder if we can get there by lunch... in the evening)

Though the night will hear, Nojuku by herself still has something to be afraid of.

I want to get into the capital before then if I can.

That's what I thought, I quickened my legs a little, that was then.

(Huh? What's that?

Suddenly it appeared in front of me. Besides, Salia's pupil, which was narrowed by the brightness of day, unwittingly opens to surprise.

Black doors standing between the trees in the woods of the street muscles.

Salia had a door with a painting of a cat with familiar eyes, standing in the woods with potpounds.

(What is it, this...)

Originally curious, Salia unwittingly approaches the door and observes.

For being in a forest like this, a beautiful black door, with no mud or dust on it.

A well polished brass handle was glowing all the time asking me to touch Salia.

"... eh"

Turning the handle, they weren't locked, and the door opens as the chillin 'chillin' and bell sounds.

"... ah"

Cucumber, my stomach rings.

At the end of the open door is a bright room, blurred and not sure what is.

But what an appetizing scent it leaked from there, the warm air.

Unexpectedly, Salia creeps through its doors and enters an unknown place.

"Wow..."

The moment I crept through that door, the inside of the room that was blurry seemed clear, and Salia's pupils narrowed.

In the room, several humans were eating food.

"You don't understand! The cutest grandson in the world would be Sarah!

"What do you mean? There is no way that Ardelheid, the Empire's prized treasured grandson, is inferior to the Kingdoms."

Somehow he carries something brown into his mouth, two old men drinking a glass of barley filled with vitreous glasses arguing over which grandson is cuter.

"Wow. Let's do it. I can't believe it's not crumbling yet. It's a shame to keep it human."

"That's about it if you enjoy your life doing high priests who serve the God of Light. That's right, you. There's been a rumor in the Principality lately that Umesh is from somewhere."

Near there is a calm atmosphere Dwarf and a human woman quietly overlapping the cup with great momentum.

"So, what's the story?

"Oh, Ellen. It's time..."

I wonder if, when I finish my meal, a young man who doesn't seem to have a very easy life, just like Salia, looks to me with a great deal of determination to say something to a similarly dressed woman.

(What is this place?... Meshi Shop?

Probably a meshi shop. All the dishes I've never seen.

A warm culinary scent, eaten in a bright room, tickles Salia's nose and causes her stomach to scream.

"Welcome customer. Are you new here?

As she stood sharply, a young human man rang her voice, and Salia shook her shoulders bickly, hurrying to put her hood back on deeply, while looking at the one who spoke.

Standing in front of him was a young man who looked a little older than Salia.

He was a clean man, with no dirt on his hair, skin, and clothes he was wearing that were not comparable to Salia's borough cloth, and he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers that were sartorial and clean.

The young man has a nostalgic grin at Sarya, who can't be very pretty in flattery, and awaits an answer.

"Oh, um... yes"

Salia responds as she leans slightly away from her eyes... because if she peeks into her face, she's sure to feel sick.

"Well then... welcome. To the Western cat. I'll show you to your seats."

The young man smiles at Salia's answer and tries to take Salia to her seat with all due care.

"Ah! The... Excuse me. I don't have any money, so excuse me..."

Salia returns the answer in awe, even though her hair is pulled back by a dish that looks delicious.

There are only a few pieces of copper coins in the wallet. Asking for one dish or a glass of liquor in a saloon at the end of the day to dress like Salia is the best money you can have.

Not very much, but I didn't think it was a companionship where I could eat food from this place.

"Oh, I'm fine. We don't have to cook together for the first time."

But the young man says something so surprising to Sarya.

"Huh?"

"No, thank you. It seems like the entrance to our store is just a strange place, and at first nobody thinks it's the entrance to the restaurant. Naturally, a lot of people don't bring their money, and I don't know if they'll like our food, so I'm only going to pay for it at first."

To Salia with a surprised face, the young man explains the store's system.

"That's why your money's fine the next time you come, so why don't you have something to eat and see? I'm not proud of you, but my shop has a pretty good reputation."

While we talk about that, let me pull a beautifully organized table chair, I say.

"Today's day shift is rolled cabbage. You'll have a lot of body."

To a young man who speaks those words in a conceited manner.

"… then, please"

Salia laughed a little and showed it.

Fortunately, the food came quickly.

"I'm sorry. Looks like my stupid grandson got on well with his satin customer service."

It was the old man with the gray hair who brought the dishes. He's probably the cook here, and from what I've heard, he's the grandfather of an earlier young man.

While apologizing, place the red soup in a deep dish with a large green thing floating in front of the stirrups and the salia.

"It's today's daily roll cabbage. I'll bring as many breads as you want, so don't hesitate to tell me. Because it doesn't matter how much you eat."

With those words, a beautiful brown bread is placed on a plate of pure white.

Take your time, then.

That being said, as soon as the old man leaves, Salia reaches out to cook with patience.

Take a big, silver-thinking spoon that seems to make the soup easier, sink it into a bright red soup, and fill the spoon with the soup.

The moment I lift it up, I sniff and spit at the scent of soup jumping into my nose, then I carry the soup into my mouth.

(... yummy!

Drink a soup that is just a little sour, blended with meat and vegetable flavors, gobbling and throat.

A soup that is so thick and delicious that it cannot be compared to a soup like water with just a little bit of crumb vegetables floating, which Salia knows well, goes through her tongue, through her throat and falls into her belly.

Hmm, and one sigh to exhale the warmth full of stomach.

That was the first delicious meal Salia had ever eaten in her life, even minus that it was her first decent dish in a long time.

I couldn't stop my hand and I held the soup up again and again and carried it to my mouth.

Remove the food in the way of drinking soup and drink it.

(This, soup alone is delicious enough...)

It makes me a little happy to see the green chunks that I've seen step by step as I drink the soup.

The main dish of this dish… I guess the dish called 'Roll Cabbage', which the young man mentioned earlier, is a green chunk in this red soup to observe.

Drinking Gokuri and spit again, I grabbed the bread that was beside me and carried it to my mouth... and opened my eyes to its slight sweetness and softness.

If you believe the words of the old man earlier, even the extraordinary taste of being together, no matter how much you eat, the price is the same.

"Excuse me! Bread, one more thing, no two!

Tell the young man who was inadvertently serving another guest to bring more out loud.

"Yes! Please wait a moment!

The young man returns to such Salia's words with a voice that often passes.

(Well, then while you're at it...)

And before the next bread arrives, Salia reaches for the rolled cabbage, a green chunk.

Cut the gourmet and rolled cabbage swimming in a deep dish of red soup with a spoon.

Well-simmered and sucked green chunks cut lightly to show the contents.

(... this, meat?

The contents of it wrapped in green leafy vegetables. It was packed with boiled meat colors.

Salia spoons up a green chunk full of meat and looks down.

Slightly reddish green vegetables that look wet and glowing in the soup and rolled cabbage filled thoroughly with simmered brown meat.

Eat now and Salia's appetite commands Salia.

Without fighting it, Salia bumps into it as much as she wants.

(... ha. Meat. It's meat. This!

The overflowing gravy mixes with the sour soup overflowing from leafy vegetables and spreads warmly into your mouth.

That alone warms Salia's body and fills her heart with joy.

The joy is loving, and Salia cuts green chunks over and over again and carries them to her mouth.

The chunk, which looked pretty big when I first saw it, quickly disappeared into Salia's stomach.

"Hmm..."

Salia sighs contentedly at a decent meal she hasn't had in a long time.

It was delicious, very. But it's still not enough.

"Thank you for waiting. I brought you a replacement for bread...... would you like to bring some rolled cabbage soup too?

"Yes!... ah"

That is why Salia, who unintentionally turned to the youth who had brought her substitute bread and spoke with a straight eye, understands her failure.

(Mi, they saw me!

I rush to put my hood back on and hide my face, but it's too late.

I would have found out. Having cat eyes with my eyes broken vertically...... that Salia is a 'demon tribe'.

There are still many people who fear the Demons.

It would be about the "Devil's Capital" of the Devil's Capital in the empire that Salia was aiming for, such as a place where the Devil could live without being scared.

"Well, you saw that..."

Ask him if he's a snack. I was anxious that they would kick me out of this.

"Huh? Something wrong?

But contrary to Salia's expectations, the young man beckons wonderfully.

"... Huh?

"... uh, you have beautiful eyes. I mean, like a cat."

The young man, who is accidentally stared at again by a new-faced customer and realizes that maybe he cares that his eyes are a little different, smiles at the customer and says:

... Although unfortunately, youth can't be very good because they are always bad enough to get their lovers to do no good with compliments to girls.

And as I answer that smile, the door opens roughly and one of the 'regular' comes in.

"Whoa! It's Katsudon! Give me Katsudon!

"... Yep!?

Its incoming guests...... Salia shouts her surprise when she realizes that a big man with two bigger lion faces than Salia is a demon clan with more intense protection than Salia can compare.

"... well, a lot of our customers have changed. You can change your position a little bit."

In an attempt to keep Sarya enjoying the dishes like that, the young man gently places the bread on Sarya's plate while spinning his words.

"Then again...... take your time"

He then went to the kitchen to pick up some rolled cabbage soup to meet the guest's request.