The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

As I roll on my back, the blue sky falls out into my eyes.

Seeing that, Yomi finally realized it was all over.

- Has the world perished?

Thinking about that with exhaustion and blurring with an immobile body, Yomi's body trembles when it strikes with fear.

There was a response... I think there was.

An array of demons who had enough power to be called demon kings to resurrect themselves at the expense of their lives in the last, cornered quote...... monsters that the demons worship with God and that they fear as evil gods.

There was no such thing as intelligence in an array that deserved to be called God, who, even in freshly resurrected baby-like conditions, still had more formidable power than any demon king ever buried away.

Just as greedy, even the world swallows, it was a substitute to be called a lump of life.

I felt the response that drove that one back when the demon knife of the curse was made by pouring in all the dark forces that remained at that time and forging the teeth of a black king incarnate of death and darkness that he had disappeared far in ancient times, but if it had not been tailored there, the world would undoubtedly be devoured and destroyed first.

(No, it's no use thinking, is it?)

There's no way to check with Yomi if he ran out of it in Yomi's last blow, or if he's missing enough and eating the world as it is.

Living instinctively everywhere, Arre kept Yomi away, who inflicted pain on herself. Breaking through the walls of time and space, to the other world that you will never be able to return to.

Yomi fell directly above the sea, which stretches everywhere. From where he could only see the horizon wherever he looked, Yomi continued to swim in the direction of the setting of the sun for seven days and seven nights, abandoning all his equipment except the holy mark and his skin clothes, thus reaching and surviving some beach.

(I wish only the three of us survived at least)

Surviving this way, Yomi thinks about the three people who deserve to be guided.

Leo surpassed the protection of Yomi's darkness goddess in the strength of God of Light's protection to Alec, who boasted more sword moves and more living filth than Yomi, who had polished through years of battlefield work, to Alto, who had more than Yomi's intelligence and witchcraft arms.

For Yomi, "made" using two of the worst evil ghosts since the opening of the mountain kingdom (Ouga) and a female belly who was born with mighty dark protection but weak, and who was a witch of the Temple of Darkness who lost her life at the same time giving birth to Yomi, the world she once lived in was all "doesn't matter" except for the three warriors around killing demon kings together.

(No, what I'm going to do is more important than that)

Switch your thoughts and think about what Yomi is going to do.

The work, which was the greatest reason why Yomi was made, ordered by the Temple, was done. I mean, there's no reason left for Yomi to live.

The future that spreads in front of Yomi was just as empty as the sky we are looking at right now.

(Is it a good idea to end up here like this... yeah?

There was a shadow in front of his widening eyes, and Yomi blinked one.

In front of me, a man's face was appearing.

(What. Is there a human being in this world as well)

From the looks of it, Yomi and his age will remain the same, a man with a mountain of country-style faces came to speak in the language of Yomi's incomprehensible otherworlds.

The man's expression is a little sad, with a wooden barrel next to him with a handle filled with something somewhat like black stone.

I could infer from not feeling any signs of killing or inferiority that I was not like picking things up or taking people, but perhaps just worried about Yomi being naked and rolling around here.

(I have no idea. I don't know what else to do)

Once again, Yomi focuses on activating magic, guessing that this is a different world, to words of different worlds that Yomi doesn't even know through both East and West continents.

The magic of communicating will by leading directly to the consciousness of the man in front of you, knitted by Alto during his journey.

It is a sorcery that can not even read memories and emotions, but which, by perceiving the intentions of the other person, can even match the unspoken beasts and demons through their will and know what they want to say.

"Ma'am. If you fall asleep in here, you'll catch a cold... can't you? You don't speak Chinese or English, do you? I don't even know German."

If you listen to the words as you read the will of the other person, you know about what they're saying.

Apparently, the man in front of him repeated the same wording in different words.

"I'm fine. Words, I know."

Yomi speaks in Eastern Continental as she gives her will to the other person. So the man who seems to have understood this word as a different word blinks his eyes and squeals a word.

"What, lady, don't you normally speak Japanese? Well, good, good."

I exhale one thing, and then spin the words again, as if the words had appeased me through.

"Anyway, lady, you can't just fall asleep in here. I catch a cold... see what that is, the war is over, and your daughter is so beautiful that she says there is one or two things you should live with... yes. Because of this, you should eat it. I was a western restaurant with my parents in Dalian, and I was a western chef in Shanghai until the end of the war after I ran away. The ingredients also went out to the country yesterday to buy out, I just got some good pork, and I don't need money. Sleeveless and slightly edgy. I'll treat you."

With a hurried smile somewhere, the man spins countless words.

"... mesh, huh"

To the words, Yomi's belly rang one.

Surely for seven days Yomi, who had not spoken one word but salted water, was feeling hungry.

"... I'm sorry, but let me be generous and sweet"

Come to think of it, my wallet sank to the bottom of the ocean, so I have no gold or anything. Now I'll just have to be generously sweet.

I think so, and Yomi's time to stand up moves slowly.

In the meantime, live, in the direction of eating meshi.

And Yomi walks out wearing the jacket the man has given her.

"Oh yeah. You weren't named yet. I'm Yamagataki. Write in the direction of the mountain. So if you stop by, the big tree in the shadow of the big tree. My dad told me to be a big guy like everyone else."

"Right. I'm Yomi."

Man...... Yomi walks firmly on the land of the other world, exchanging words with Dyke.

(But why would this man be so nice to me?

Wondering why Dyke cares so much about himself for being afraid to 'kill the demon king', even though he doesn't know Yomi's nature.

... Yomi was told by Dike that Yomi was desperate not to let him repeat himself because he thought he had lost his family, husband or lover in the war, as well as himself, after a few years in Nihon's office, when he was born on the western continent, his parents explained that he was already dead and lonely all his life, and changed his name to Mountain Calendar (Welcome) with great sympathy.

The calendar, which had heard the sound of a cuddly taxi stopping and remembered the beginning of a long memory, slowly returned to the present.

"Ma'am, I got it. This is where the cats and buildings near the mall are."

A taxi driver speaks to the calendar with a loving laugh.

"... Oh, you're on. Thanks."

After only a little shuddering, after finding a familiar building outside the window, he takes his wallet out of the bag at hand with a wrinkled hand with thanks and gives it to him.

"Yes, thank you. This is a change."

The driver opens the cab door after handing Yomi a change with something familiar.

"We look forward to seeing you again."

While confirming that the calendar has descended and listening to the taxi run away, the calendar narrows its eyes to a building that stretches out in front of it.

(Really...... you're no different)

For the name's sake, the landmark is a small building, a feathered dog sign that says the tenant's flying pappy that went into the ground floor.

More than a decade ago, the calendar narrowed its eyes nostalgically to look almost the same as when Dike died, walking out and down the stairs leading down to the basement, beside Flying Pappy.

What spreads in front of me is a door with a painting of a familiar black cat and placed right next to it: "Closed today. I look forward to using it again '.

Take a slow glance at it and remove the brass key that is paired with the door from the bag and turn it slowly.

It makes noise and unlocks the key hung on the door, and at the same time the magic of the magic prop connected to the door cuts off.

(Well, let's go)

The noise of nostalgia echoes with 'Karan Karan' when the brass door knob is lowered and opened.

(Oh, this is still... a different world cafeteria)

At the same time, the calendar closes its eyes and opens its doors to the inhabitants of an unusual and familiar world once inhabited.

(Yeah, still not much different...... Huh!?

While feeling the unique atmosphere and the hustle and bustle, the calendar I was looking over satisfied noticed Sole and looked at him.

(That stupid grandson, what the hell did you bring in!?

Take a breath and be unusually thin...... The calendar looks at a sole with thin signs that you wouldn't even notice if you were a regular person, with the utmost vigilance.

She has dark black black hair, she wears black cat and waitress clothes for some reason and slowly eats bread and curry, at first glance the daughter of an elf.

But Yomi realized that Sole was not such a bargain.

(That's a monster since 'the red one'......)

The calendar was convinced that it was almost equivalent to the red monster that appeared some years after the beginning of the Dining Room of the Other World, that is, one that had no hands or feet on its own.

(If you get your hands on it badly, don't let the cat or Japan perish. Aren't you...)

Luckily, 'The Black One' isn't going to do anything, and I'm just eating curry without even showing a bare gesture that cares about this one.

I decide it's better not to irritate them poorly, and the calendar decides not to care about me. I hope you don't surprise the old, short old man too much.

(All right, I'll have to put the door back.)

I don't know what the 'red one' will do unless I put it back and put it down.

While the calendar is in a bit of a hurry, gently place your hand on the door knob at the entrance to lock it and let the magic reactivate.

"Um, welcome, customer. Is this the first time you've been here?

Lock it up, activate the magic again, and soon, I can speak up.

"Yep. Daiji... Bu. Yeah, it's been a while, 'cause I'm just surprised things are changing."

Dressed in the waitress clothes of the cat who has spoken that way, I smile and return the answer as I swallow my second surprise today, realizing that the girl who gave birth to the horns of the black goat, who cannot be misseen from the top of her blonde hair, was once a demon clan who killed herself scattered around.

How much Dike's culinary talent he inherited, though he didn't inherit any of the fighting talent he had on the calendar, at first, with a little anxiety about the lack of a sense of crisis on his grandson, who was supposed to be drawing blood.

"Then take your seats..."

"No, it doesn't extend to that."

Shaking his head gently against the Devil's daughter trying to lead him to his seat, the calendar approaches the old man's seat forming in the corner of the store.

"... may I have your seat? Mr. Rothkatsu."

Laughing and inquiring, the eyes of the old man, who, as usual, had beer in his dishes with loin cutlets, open to surprise.

"... Yomi. You haven't..."

Separated seventy years ago, reunited thirty years ago, and a former comrade who has never seen one since ten years ago.

That suddenly appeared in front of me, so I can't help it.

"... no. No problem. Go ahead, ma'am. Let's have fun together."

"Yep. Thanks"

After he takes his seat by exchanging words like he hung a play, the calendar places an order with the Devil's daughter who was watching the show.

"Rice the loin cutlets. Have a nice meal, please."

That's the first dish I've eaten in this world, and I'm still convinced it's the best.

"Yes. Please wait."

Calendar orders and then you feel silent intimidation, as soon as the Devil's daughter takes the order, you head to the kitchen.

You felt the quiet hostility of the calendar, only a little frightened.

"Don't hate him too much. Times have changed."

Seeing such a calendar, Rothkatsu advises the calendar with a bitter smile.

"... yeah, I know. You've changed a lot, haven't you?

To that word, I realize that the age of seventy years I spent in different worlds, when I only knew to kill the Demons again, was huge.

After all that time, everything will change dramatically.

"Oh. Look, we talked a little bit thirty years ago. He said a new empire was born, an empire in which he joined hands with the demons. With all its strength, the empire is now one of the largest countries on the eastern continent. Because of this, even in the kingdom and in the principality, the demons lived in the city and the inner realm where people lived, and began to live together."

Once upon a time, Rothkatsu again feels the flow of time he felt during his former reunion, knowing only the idea of the time of the Evil Gods war and stopping there, that the Demons and the Devils only risk each other's lives to kill each other.

(For the elves, it may be the way it is when you only feel it in a few blinks, such as thirty years, but it's long enough for humans... that I'm old too)

While smiling bitterly, Rothcuts thought to talk about things until the food arrived.

Rothkatsu...... It was thirty years ago that Altrius the Great Sage, a hero of the Evil Gods War, reunited with Yomi, a former comrade of war...... when the Dining Room of the Other World began.

Long ago, it seems that the elf invaders had entered this other world as well, before the 'major disease role', which was to be caused by an unknown disease brought in by the elves from different worlds, was caused to decrease in number and decline significantly.

Demonic props that were brought in at that time to connect the different worlds with the world of loin cutlets, where witchcraft was not common but was therefore just an antique.

It was Yomi who had already spent forty years in different worlds and even exchanged until his grandchildren who got what coincidence it was and who was God's blessing again.

Connect the world you once lived in with the other world you now live in… Yomi, who even had the magic tools to come and go, consulted the previous owners of the different world cafeteria who were also her husband and the only one in the other world who had heard about Yomi's identity and circumstances.

And at that time, the previous owner said:

"If that's the case, do you want to invite the rest of the world to be your guests? I don't know if I want to know what happened to my hometown."

At that time, the idea of a previous owner became a cut-off for the conversion of this store, which is common in different worlds, into a "different world cafeteria".

And Artrius was the best alt in witchcraft as far as Yomi knew, the first to be invited with a witchcraft adjusted by Yomi, who has a leading witchcraft talent.

I was surprised then.

Suddenly an unfamiliar black door appeared in front of me in my own room, and if I dived with vigilance, I would have waited for a comrade who should have died a long time ago, then a dish from another world that was so delicious that I had never eaten before.

The perhaps strange thing was also a series of surprises for Altrius, who was experiencing during the Age of the Evil God War.

(No, I was full of surprises for the next thirty years)

Altrius knows.

that the existence of this store and the many of its dishes have caused much and varied changes to their world in the course of thirty years.

The impact varies from large to small, and not even Altrius knows everything until what exactly happened.

But perhaps without this store, the Empire would not have obtained the fruits of Danshak, and would not have gained as much power as it does now.

As much as that, it also had a great impact.

(Totally, things would be too different since I got involved here)

Swallow that feeling, Rothkatsu asks his comrades.

"So how have you spent the last decade since the previous shopkeeper died? I thought you'd already traveled to the Underworld."

"Yeah, and then I'm going to live in my grandson's house..."

We will exchange words with each other so as to fill in the long void.

That lasted until the loin cuts ordered by the calendar arrived.

So when the two of them are exchanging words, the dishes are placed before the calendars.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a loin cutlet."

"Oh, thank you."

While I'm talking to a nostalgic friend, I'll be able to thank you very naturally for getting used to it now and for the Devil's daughter.

A loin cutlet placed on the net to keep it out of contact with the moisture of the cabbage, with a still freshly fried aroma, and a lemon gently served beside a pile of chopped cabbage. A large serving of rice in a tea bowl that raises the hot air.

The calendar narrows its eyes to the formations of miso juice and fragrance and the fragrance that drifts from it.

(um. This is still how tonkatsu fixing meals have to be)

Take the chopsticks and put your hands together. This is the right time to hold your mouth and focus on eating.

"I'll have..."

Pre-food prayer, then gently pinch up the middle of the loin cutlet with chopsticks.

Eating the first slice without putting on anything is the flux of the calendar.

Freshly fried roast cutlets with a fragrant aroma. Thick meat with gray meat peeking from tight colored clothes and clear white fat.

Bring it to your mouth and chop a thousand bites.

(... oh, I knew it was delicious)

Sakuri fried clothes and soft meat for thick portions thanks to the lower treatment. From the fat on the meat, the cucumber fat stains and mixes with the gravy.

Fragrant clothes and bright meat. I dare not put anything on to taste these two first.

That was the obsession that the calendar found during the seventy years.

(Okay, next...)

Sakuri, cut and taste the loin cutlet while making a noise, then season as desired.

Squeeze the lemon placed beside you and drape it over your clothes.

Then take the sauce provided on the table and hang it in plenty of cutlets and chopped cabbage.

Apply the middle of the loin cutlet tinted with black and brown spots from a pinch up practice, sip.

(Yeah! I knew it was a sauce)

While the flavour of meat and the fragrance of the clothes remain, the flavour of the sweet spicy sauce and the sharp acidity of the lemon, as well as the spiciness that drains through the tea nose, the calendar nods and carries rice served in a tea bowl to the mouth.

Loin cutlets flavoured with sauce and seasoned with lemon juice with a strong flavour are gently enveloped with warm and sweet rice.

(And mesh! You still have to be good to eat a ton of cutlets!

Originally born in a mountainous country where rice is the staple food, it is a calendar that has spent seventy years in Japan after the battle against evil gods.

Rice above beer for a great loin cutlet.

That was her conclusion.

Instantly the cutlet disappears from the top of the plate and the chopped cabbage disappears.

The rice runs out along with it.

"Ugh..."

One last bite, after I had carried the softened end of the mouth with plenty of sauce into my mouth, the calendar sighs one satisfying sigh.

Now that my grandson's ideas have been added to the way I fry, the thickness of my clothes and meat, and the distribution of the sauce, I ate the loin cutlets a long time ago, and I also think they taste better than the loin cutlets from Dyke, and no, I don't think they can be loin cutlets from Dyke yet.

Because I haven't eaten one since ten years ago, the taste is only in the depths of my memory, so I also say that I can't compare it.

"... ever since you got here, don't eat it like it really tastes good, you are"

I say to the calendar what a beautifully flattened calendar looks like without leaving a single grain of rice, with half the loin cutlets and half the nostalgia I was watching while drinking beer.

Once, when I was traveling with myself, a hero known as the Demon King Killer did not move into anything, felt no joy, no sorrow, just like a blade hunting the Demons.

Whether that was because of the age of seventy years, or whether we were blessed with a good edge here, we became much more human.

I am pleased with that change and sadly do not get the chance to know most of those seventy years.

"Oh. It's natural to eat something delicious, isn't it?

That's what I'm saying, calling off the demonic girl who passed by and calling out.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, can you call the owner of this store? I need to talk to you."

"Yes?"

I say on top of the girl who is abruptly called to a halt and makes her eyes squeeze.

"... I have a guest I'm calling. Because if you say so, maybe you'll find out, right?

So the calendar laughed and sealed its objections.

As soon as the demonic girl enters the kitchen, the shopkeeper slowly sighs by the calendar.

"... Was it Baa after all"

This development was predicted. The customer asking for loin cutlets is something that the regular people in front of him often do, but at the same time, when he became a customer who wanted a large serving of rice at the same time, he put on a hit that it would be his grandmother.

"That's right. I need to talk to you for a minute today."

"Oh. I'm listening. You're talking about your brother and this Hayaki wanting to work here part-time. I'll do the interview for once, but I'm thinking in the direction of getting you in."

I know to some extent about my niece, my brother's child.

Being alone here since I went to college, or being a cook aspiring, and being a good cook there.

I was going to welcome him because as a store owner I would be skilled enough to hire him as a part-timer if I were to be serious.

"Right. I'm glad to hear that, but it's more important."

But let the calendar shake its head to confirm such a shopkeeper's confirmation, and gently remove the golden key from the bag.

"... the master key on the front door. I'm here to give you this."

I thought that working in this store would be just the right way to entrust the keys that the calendar had managed long after the death of my predecessors.

"If it's a key, I have it?

"With the key, you can't. This key holds one important power."

Ask the shopkeeper in wonder. The calendar shakes its head again, gently strokes the master key, and explains.

"… if the time comes for you to 'end a different world cafeteria' one day, fold this key. Because then the magic of that door will go away."

If it's true, maybe ten years ago, I should have 'ended' Dike at the time he died of a heart attack.

But it didn't.

The next Saturday, not long after the funeral, the shopkeeper, who still had shards of the young man, opened the shop as usual.

"... My grandfather said it. 'If anything happens to me, I'll leave it all to you. Sell it, but keep it up if you can.'"

My grandson, who has lived with Daiki, a raw cook since he was a young child, naturally trained as a cook and showed him a splendid succession of Western catfish.

I did all sorts of things that I didn't do when I was a predecessor, let them become even more popular than I did when I was a predecessor, and caught new regulars to show them.

... Western cat or haha, it's not a Daiki store. Then I guess it's time to entrust everything.

"... ok. I'll take this one."

You drew such a calendar feeling, the store owner softly receives the master key and puts it in his chest pocket.

"... then come back anytime. I'll be waiting for you."

Then I bow my head deeply to the customers who have been supporting Western cats for longer than anyone else.

"Yep. I'll drop by sometime, this time on a weekday that's not closed...... sorry, can I use the back door?

If I go through that door now, will I stay here or will I go there?

I wasn't going to try that, it wasn't in the calendar.

(My hometown, right here. It's fine here. Dike died alive. I want to die in this land too)

To be honest, there were no strays or other shards in the calendar.