The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Spreading the dark wings and bathing in the mercy of the black god pouring down from the sky, he made himself a priest to serve the black god and his family, Lorroa, was biting his joy.

(Finally, I could be a family member too)

The comfort of the night light, which conceived the death of a black god poured over heaven, was not felt by lore, who had never been but a human being.

I didn't even realize that the symbolic sunlight of the White God, which I had no doubt about bathing, was so abominable.

Now it was still immature and therefore unusable, but it was also firmly felt that the power of the proxy family of the great black God was dwelling in me anew.

(Oh, living in the End of the Land, O Black God. Thank you. that you have given me one end of that power)

Showing and laughing at the dog teeth stretched out like fangs as a sign of the family, stroking the neck muscles worn by the two holes, a sign of the Black God's family and the ritual to become family members with his fingers as much as possible.

The figure was not just a fragile man serving the family of the Black God, but was filled with confidence that he was a follower of the Black God and at the same time a member of the Black family, who fought chaos and the White Apostles and became the end of those who guided the followers of the Black God.

The blood of a six-pillar god, many times heavily injured by the intensity of the battle once fought by a six-pillar god, including a black god, to extinguish the chaos of all colors from the world. At that time, the myth tells us that the creature who survived in the blood of God became a "family member".

The family has the mighty power to overtake even the dragon when making the time of its life eternal, but not the ability to increase the species itself.

Even when a man and a woman meet, the child will stop staying.

After finishing the battle against chaos of ten thousand colors with strong power, they were called family members and were to teach and guide the followers of each God, they could not increase any more, and gradually declined in number by the battle against other gods and followers of chaos except the blue god who lives at the bottom of the deep sea and by the battle of ear-long aggressor opponents who do not believe in God and who have since come from somewhere, and who have always disappeared from the southern continent's surface stage.

... white and black, except for the families of the two conflicting gods.

The family of the White God is born because the White God loves a species called man and occasionally descends before the faithful.

It is created by giving the chosen baby a drop of the blood of the White God, and instead of having only the same lifespan as the ordinary man, its power is created by the White Son, a great white family member who easily surpasses even the great priest who turned into a dragon.

As agents of the White God who guides the faithful, they are at the same time bringing together the faithful of the White God as their strongest families in this world.

The relative of the opposing Black God had the "ability to increase the Black Family" that no other relative had, therefore, spared the decline.

Black family members can become black family members by giving their blood to a species close to them… they can increase their number.

That was the reason why, in the power of pure battle, a black family, one step inferior to the family of other gods, with the fatal weakness that if they did not cover themselves with the scales of black dragons, they would not be able to fight Loc under the sun's light, survived for a long time, and after the battle against the chaos of ten thousand colors, they travelled far away to guide the black god instead of the black god, who was told that he would never be seen again.

A brilliant priest of man, who is seen to have the talent to use prayer to produce dragon scales among the followers of the Black God and, if time passes, to become a high priest, can fulfill the joining of the Black family.

Either of the followers of the Black God serve a temple united around the great priests, the Black family, believing in the day when their descendants can become their families, and instead of being protected by the Black family, they provide the labor and blood to enliven the Black family.

"... hmm? It kind of smells good just a little bit."

Lorna's perceptual ability to go far beyond man, recognized as a gifted black god cleric just to become a family member, became a black family member following the ritual of a great high priest, captured something.

I felt the power of the Black God gathering.

"This way?

Bassari, and one wing, and follow the smell. The brightness of the full moon, and the night's work because of her family, Lorna stepped down, finding her destination in jeopardy.

"Hmm? This... door, maybe?

At the end of the descent was a black, cat painted door.

Out-of-place doors were lit by the light of the moon and floated black.

"This, a little, but I feel the power of the Black God..."

Stroking the surface of that door, Lorna feels the remnants of the black god that was put in there.

(Is this, possibly, magic?

Lorna found out who it is, who feels the power of the Black God at its door, but is a different substitute from the power of the Black God's prayer.

Isn't it the power of witchcraft that resides in this door based on the power that resides in the body and things without the need for prayer to God?

According to the knowledge learned in the Temple, magic, a technique used by the long-heared invaders who did not believe in God, who came to this continent thousands of years ago and were even hostile to the followers of the six-pillar God, but to the followers of the six-pillar God common enemy, is extremely sparsely used, except for what is instinctively used by the native magical species in the land where Lorna and the others live.

To the extent that chaotic believers who do not choose means for the re-emergence of the chaos of ten thousand colors, which is the God they serve, or red believers whose power is righteous but therefore of whatever quality, white believers whose weak race, man, is the Lord and therefore cannot choose the quality of that power, and black family members who have succeeded in stealing that technology in the fight against the long-heared invaders are still being used in detail among several surviving black believers.

(But this must be the magic used by the Great Goddess... maybe)

It is felt that the magic put in the door was used by a high priest who, by virtue of its strength, housed great black power.

Probably not a bad one.

Lorna, who felt so, decides and opens the door.

The chillin 'chillin' and the bell sounds and goes out into the bright room.

(Is this...!?

Lorna, who had a rare look around a bright room that suddenly broke in, finds a chaotic believer woman walking around the room busily, breathing.

It is not something to be forgiven, such as the presence of a follower of chaos in a sacred place involving a great black cleric.

Lorna hastily tries to create dragon claws and tails if she can't defeat the followers of chaos...

- No. I won't allow you to fight.

I weaken in an instant, and I'm about to fall in.

I couldn't possibly go against it, no, I never thought of it, it was a strange voice.

(Hey, what!? What the hell is that?

Lorna looks around in surprise at the voice.

"Um, customer. What have you done?

A girl, also a follower of chaos, approaches me while I do that and asks me strangely.

"Ugh, yeah!? It's nothing. The... ah"

We're no longer going to fight. Lorna tried to delude herself and noticed the two men and women in the room.

"... yeah?

"Oh."

The other two seemed to notice.

Unlike Lorna, a pair with white skin and odd clothes with no hands or legs.

However, Lorna, who has earnestly completed her studies to be selected as a family member, was able to ascertain her identity.

"Uh, um... I'd like to talk to the people there about the same table, please?

"Yes? Is this your seat… please wait while I check"

A follower of chaos who looks just a little strange in Lorna's words but goes to check discipline.

(Oh, maybe he's not a very bad person?

Behind that, Lorna thinks so.

In the Temple of the Black God, all the followers of chaos have been taught to wipe it out as soon as they find it, but the girl in front of them didn't look bad enough to at least have to be wiped out immediately.

"I've checked. Both Romero and Giulietta are fine, they'd rather hear the story, so I'll show you."

"Yeah. Okay."

If she smiles and says so, she doesn't even feel like turning against it, and Lorna moves to the table with the two of them.

"Hey, it's a good night...... I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman here. I'm Romero."

"My name is Julietta... maybe you'll be standing up too?

Two people who were filling a clear cup with blood red liquor greet Lorna with the cup they were holding on the table.

"Uh, nice to meet you. I say Lorna. I just got to be a black family, but, uh, nice to meet you."

Lorna also returned her greetings as she pondered what was wrong with the two of them, who were black relatives but didn't seem to be very clerics.

(Man... Romero's probably been drilling for hundreds of years)

Perhaps Romero could have guessed that he was a black relative who lived quite a long time.

Then would Julietta be the lover?

With that in mind, Romero asks Lorna with interest.

"Hmm, black family... where the hell does Mr. Lorna live?

"Huh? Where... it's usually the capital of the black gods"

"Black, is it? That, not the Dark God?

"The Dark God? No, darkness is certainly the realm of the Black God, but the Black God is the Black God"

Answering the question, we're surrounded by an atmosphere of wonder for each other.

I'm answering it right, and as far as Lorna knows, it's supposed to be a common sense answer. The two people in front of me look strange.

Troubled for a while, a man seems to have thought of something better, he says with his eyes up as he came up with it.

"Maybe this is the kid from The Vampire Country. I didn't think you were really there."

To Romero's words, Lorna and Julietta both ask back in wonder.

"Huh? Vampires? What is it?

"Well, do vampires have a country? I've never even heard of it."

Still smiling bitterly at the two of them looking strange, Romero decides to tell him what he heard a long time ago.

"This is a story I've heard from some of my predecessors who have lived hundreds of years, maybe more than a thousand years, than I did, that a long time ago, when elves were exploring everywhere and crusading barbarians and demons to make their land, they found a vampire country somewhere in the world.

There, they say, vampires reign as nobles and receive blood to govern instead of protecting humans, who are civilians.

And I've heard there's a lot of vampires out there who couldn't even crusade the elves because they were able to show their strength even during the day because the chosen strong people were turned into vampires and become nobles. "

"... Could you be calling me a vampire about my black family?

To Romero's words, Lorna, who is never retarded, perceives their meaning from Romero's words.

To think about the story so far in an integrated fashion, it seems to me that the Vampire Country is referring to the realm of the Black God, where the black family, who overcame the sun's rays by covering their bodies with the scales of black dragons, holds man together and governs.

If so, does the elf mean the long-heared invader?

"Oh, yeah. We're called vampires... but I guess for Lorna we're black family. Say hello again."

"No matter how much I told you this was a different world cafeteria, I didn't expect to see you with a vampire from Vampire Country. Thank you again."

Whatever it is, it's not the enemy.

The two of them, who have come to that kind of recognition of each other, say with laughter, showing their flamboyant pointy fangs.

"Yes, thank you. By the way, is this where you call a different world cafeteria?

Lorna also laughs after showing her pointy fangs to go with it, then hears what she was wondering.

"Oh, yeah. This is a restaurant in another world. There's a lot going on, but there's good food."

"Actually, I think we did have a different name, but you all call it a different world cafeteria."

The two of them answer Lorna's query and take a glimpse of the dishes they've been eating while drinking.

Lorna tilts her neck slightly as she tries the dishes lined up on the table to go with it.

"Is this raw roasted meat a dish from another world?

Looking at the food they were eating, Lorna mouths her honest thoughts.

Thinly sliced meat that only has a good roasted meat color on the surface, but only looks like pink raw meat inside.

It still looked like raw roasted meat, although it also seemed like a decent dish to see vegetables laid down below or some juice hanging from the top.

"Yeah, this is what I call roast beef."

"Red wine and this goes well. If eating is the main thing, Biftech is good, but if drinking is the main thing, this is the place. Why don't you come with me, if you like? I guarantee you the flavor."

But the two of you seem to think this raw roasted meat is a delicious dish.

(Well, they don't seem like bad people...)

If the two of you recommend it, it would be rude not to eat at all.

Lorna gently reaches for a plate of roast beef with the fork that the followers of chaos had left earlier.

The thinly sliced meat stabbed by an earlier fork was surprisingly soft.

(But I guess it's okay...... no, I'm not human anymore, I'm fine)

Concerns about breaking my stomach, such as meat, where the fire didn't go through enough, turned my head, but never carried my will, into my mouth.

"... fluff!?

And the moment she ate, Lorna opened her eyes.

It was not raw. Even seemingly lifelike, the fire was properly through to the inside.

The surface is fragrant and soft inside. If you bite it, salt and spices are imprinted to spread the familiar gravy, and you can chew it off lightly without having to chew it off a thousand times like raw roasted meat.

Not like roasted meat or boiled meat. Lorna didn't know about the meat that was cooked this way.

"What do you say? Wouldn't you be surprised? It's the funny thing about cooking here, even if it just looks baked."

Says Romero with satisfaction when he sees the reaction.

The same was true for the first bifty meal I had at this store, but the more seemingly simple the dish, the more ingenious it feels.

That's why Romero and Giulietta liked this store.

"Come on, eat more and more. I'll order again when it's gone."

Hearing Julietta smile and recommend roast beef, Lorna gently leans the plate toward herself to carry the meat into her mouth one after the other.

Despite the fire passing, the softer meat that leaves the gravy well, the more it chews, the more gravy it floods.

The gravy goes well with the green one, which has the spiciness to drain through the tung and nose, and the sauce mixed with a soggy black juice with a little acidity in the gravy, and I feel I can eat as much as I want.

"As I said earlier, you can eat this as is, but it tastes better when paired with wine. You should try it...

Oh, Aletta. I'm sorry, but I'll order another plate of roast beef. And bring me some bread. "

To Lorna, a girl who will look and be about the same age, Romero gives the red liquor poured into the glass of vitreous wine.

(... Mmm! This liquor can do quite a bit too!

Clear red liquor with acidity and tannins, which I drank as recommended, was also delicious inside.

It would have been based on fruits that Lorna did not know, which, I see, did go well with the taste of meat.

That's how you drink and eat meat. On the way, if you were advised to eat fluffy, soft and slightly sweet 'bread' foods, that also went well with roast beef.

(Different world dining room, maybe a good place. Romero and the others are gentle.)

Feeling full and happy, Lorna thinks. Next time, definitely try to come.

Lorna's face, eating the food with that in mind, was naturally loose.