The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

- If you ever pass by one of the biggest trees around here near here on Doyo Day, you should go. The food over there is excellent.

Alsace, the bard of the journey, had long ago remembered words that had been said to him by the bard of the journey as well, who met him in a city with certain large eyes and then traveled with him for some time.

With a halfling that the bard who told me the story was a young woman but traveling alone, he accompanied her by ringing a small harp to catch Alsace's performance and song, singing a song with his young voice together.

It was the audience passing through the square that made a lot of money, so they traveled together on the condition that they would break the money in half.

So after about six months on the same path, when Alsace chose to stay in the city until spring when she stopped by at the beginning of winter to say that her winter journey was dangerous, she left the city and was gently taught to thank me for having accompanied her on her journey so far when she broke up with Alsace, about the otherworldly dining hall showing up every seven days on Doyo's Day.

(I didn't know it was going to be such a joke)

I laugh bitterly as I scratch and catch my painful legs... I had to laugh at the bad circumstances of my own to say that the only way to survive was to go there.

When we refer to the solo journey of a free-handed bard, it is always a journey of danger of death and neighbourliness.

A little injury or demon leads to death as it were, like a merchant going with a caravan and escort or a detachment party like an adventurer.

I'm not even going to say that I'm going to stay in the city all the time until the caravans and adventurers who are lucky enough to leave the city show up.

When I say a bard song, it's like a raw one, and when there's no novelty in a song you can sing, you earn less disappointingly. Whether you're a bard with that much experience, like Alsace, you know all sorts of songs, but still if you stay a little longer, you'll make money that even lacks living that day.

And Alsace went on a journey...... he was in a rockfall and injured.

I'm still lucky I wasn't crushed to death on the spot, but it's close to the worst that falling rock fragments hit my feet.

It hurts every step of the way, but it's not hard to walk, and if you roll into someone with a city or village and make them grow up for a month, it's a wound to the point of healing, but with painful feet, you'll run out of water and food by the time you get there.

Then he will die of wild drowning.

It was the words of a friend who once traveled with me that I remembered when I was cornered.

It was unfortunately not 'Doyo Day' when I was on the street before, so I just chilled out into the story and continued my journey straight to the next city.

And fortunately, the biggest tree around here I asked her was close enough to reach even the painful feet.

(I can't move properly until the pain is pulled at all. Anyway, let's rest there)

He thought so, and slowly and slowly Alsace proceeded to walk, holding his favorite instrument to devour into his shoulders.

The tree I managed to reach in that way did have a large enough magnitude for one adult to soothe in.

Besides, the travelers who "used" this place (and perhaps the halflings, who are small and have frequent business visiting here) have softer grasses laid in their midst, small pieces made of stone, and easy camping.

(All right, now I can rest at least)

Rain and wind will also be somewhat prevented in the woods. I can even handle it easily.

Alsace rounds her eyes as she enters the tree thinking about it.

"What is this?... Could this be the door to the store that Iri was talking about?

There were black wooden doors in the trees.

An out of place door with a painting of a cat that I think is well polished.

It will undoubtedly be the door that leads to the otherworldly cafeteria we heard from the bard of Halfling who traveled with us back in the day.

"... All right"

After just a little thought, I never put my hand on the door.

I was lucky enough to get here on Doyo Day.

Then we'll have to go.

I think so, opening the door.

Hearing the chillin 'chillin' and light bell ringing, Alsace stepped into the other world.

I'm not sure if it's day or night, in a bright room even though there are no bright windows.

There was a strange space at the end of the door.

Obviously there are even demons like Lamia and Auga, not exotic people and humans dressed like Alsace, who have walked around the continent for a long time and have never seen it.

Behaviourally seated, Alsace drinks a saliva of dishes and drinks lined up in front of them with dishes of different worlds of cuisine, injured but only enough to stifle the hard dried meat.

"Um... are you okay? I think he's hurt."

I get caught in that strange space, and when I fly out of a deserted country town and look around the store like the first time I'm out of the city, I get a voice.

Dark-haired, exotic looking daughter, dressed in tailored clothes.

Alsace returns the word, wondering if it would be the service here.

"Yeah. Actually, I was injuring my leg. Just for a little while, I'd like to rest here… and hopefully get a glass of water and the cheapest dish possible"

I feel like I can't help but worry about how I feel about this emergency, but I think it's better to keep a little money, and Alsace speaks those words.

"... ok. Here you go."

With that word, the paying daughter leads Alsace to the seat closest to the entrance.

"Now wait a minute...... oh, yeah. Sir, it's hard. Are you okay?

After confirming that Alsace has lowered her hips to her seat, the paying daughter asks, as I came up with it.

"Yes? Yeah, I'm not so bad..."

I nod, wondering what dishes will come out.

Spicy dishes… I have also eaten only a few fine dishes like spices in Port Town and elsewhere.

From the experience then, Alsace nodded.

"Okay. Please wait a moment."

Nodding to Alsace's words, the supplicant's daughter turns her heel and pulls back into the back.

"Whilst... you're here. I can walk, so I don't think it's broken."

I sat in a chair and when I relieved myself, the pain came back.

Alsace rolls up the hem of her clothes to see how the wound looks.

"... that's terrible. She's turning blue."

Sigh even though where the stone hits you is turning into purple. Now it makes sense to hurt every time you walk.

"There's no such thing as a psychotropic combination..."

Experience to date suggests that it will swell up in a while and it will likely be difficult to walk.

If I go back like this, I'll drown wild.

I thought so, and it was when I was thinking that I could not manage to ask for a stay.

"That's a terrible injury. It's okay now."

Alsace accidentally raised her eyes wondering what was going on when she was accidentally called out like that.

"Of the God of Light...... High Priest!?

Beautiful, young woman with blonde hair. The Holy Mark of God of Light, made of gold, was lowered on its rich chest.

Lowering the holy mark made of gold, silver and copper, which is a testament to what was recognized as having the strength to officially obtain priesthood in the temple, made by craftsmen serving the temple, is a felony that cannot be complained about even if it is tied down.

The fact that you are lowering it in grandeur definitely means that the woman in front of you must be a high priest.

If you look closely, about three people on one of the tables look at this one with a surprised face by the girls who lowered the holy mark of silver, a sign that is the official priest.

Perhaps this woman is their boss.

"Yes... excuse me for a moment"

Without even paying attention to such a gaze, the woman, kneeling gently, puts her limp hand against Alsace's discolored tibia.

"O light that reigns in heaven and illuminates us. Thy mercy unto him. Heal your wounds and give you the power to live tomorrow"

Light light flows into the light of Alsace with words, and the pain draws.

"Come on, you're all right now."

That light was shining for only a few moments, but Alsace's wounds were still completely healed.

"Oh, thank you......"

Alsace also thanks him for squealing unexpectedly.

Alsace has also stopped in the city on his journey, where he has given a small blessing to the Orthodox and Cousin priests who live in the city to heal a few injuries, and has given the village pharmacists psychotropic drugs that only work for minor injuries, but this is the first time in the immediate healing of the High Priest that such injuries have quickly healed.

"Yes, then be careful"

I have heard that if you receive advanced healing from the High Priest if you are normal, you will be asked to give a bounty in gold coins, but the High Priest does not have such a thing either, and when you smile, you will go straight back to your seat.

"Thank you for waiting. Water and... and I brought a first aid kit... is that it?

After the earlier offering brought the water and, more importantly, a box with a green cross, I lean my neck towards the fact that Alsace, who had earlier distorted his face into pain, has a fine face.

"Uh, the... I've been cured by a kind high priest"

Tell that strange face what happened.

"Hey, heal me... well, you know what... different worlds are fantasies after all"

Put down a clear glass of vitreous glass poured with ice and water, with a smile that caught just a little on that Alsace word.

"Please wait a little longer if you are cooking. Then take your time."

That's all I'm saying, again.

"Phew..."

Alsace sighs loudly and then sees the water poured into the glass of vitreous after the relief from picking up his life in an unexpected expansion from Setouchi, living or dying, has now arrived.

(I said just one glass of water...)

Maybe they demand extrajudicial money. Such anxiety shook my head over the fact that the ice had brought massive amounts of floating water with it.

(No, I'm fine. If it was such a store, Marina wouldn't even recommend it)

Take a limp cold water to shake off your anxiety, lean against your mouth and stir.

Cold water containing faintly refreshing incense stains the body.

The water feels extra delicious only for the amount of sweat that has flowed through tiredness and pain.

(This is good...)

I feel rather thankful that they actually brought it in the water when I tried it this way.

Pour water out of the water and drink every time the cup is empty.

By the time Alsace's thirst was healed that way, about half the water in the water was gone.

"... you're hungry"

When the pain disappears and the thirst heals, it's something cash and now I'm hungry.

Alsace gently puts his hand on his belly.

"Thank you for waiting. I brought you the day off."

Unlike my earlier daughter, who is the daughter of a blonde demon tribe's servant, who brings the dish exactly as if she were aiming for the moment.

"No matter how many times you replace bread, soup and water, please feel free to let me know."

Such a dish with still hot dishes on it with a little thankful words is put down cottingly.

"Today's daily routine is a bit spicy flavoured with chili chicken… fried bird meat in oil"

The service of the Demons explains the dish, smiling and smiling at Alsace, who sipped in a dish that made noise all the time.

"Take your time, then."

With that said, Alsace began to eat as much as he could without the service of the Demons.

Take the fork and stare at the dish in front of you.

(This... does look spicy. Are you using Togalan)

The pale brown fried food cut into bites was served with plenty of bright red sauce.

It drifts with the fragrant aroma of meat, the aroma from its sauce reminds me of Togalan.

Alsace remembers the soup he had at the harbour town he stopped by before.

It was a soup that had been simmered with vegetables by smashing the fish that could have been taken in the harbor into pieces, and it was a soup containing chopped Togalan that had been transported from the western continent.

It was so hard, I remember the day I ate it I couldn't sing well.

(Could this be...)

It would also be rude to leave it unattended at all, though.

Cut your heart into small pieces with a knife that is never well polished, and carry it to your mouth.

"Whoa... this is"

My voice leaks unexpectedly.

The sauce hung above was certainly spicy, but never too spicy.

And it contains just a little bit of sourness and sweetness, and I feel that it contains a lot of flavor.

This sauce enhanced the taste of the meat and appetized it.

And it is the meat of the birds seasoned by the sauce that is brought out the delicacy by its sauce.

For a little while, the meat of the bird hidden behind the fragrant clothes, crumbling in his mouth, was very soft.

The meat, with a little elastic skin left behind, contains a lot of gravy, and when it is chewed up, it becomes overflowing.

Its gravy was mixed in the mouth with a spicy sauce containing the dark eye flavour sprinkled over it, creating a wonderful flavour.

(You do also know Marina admired it)

Alsace reaches for bread and soup instead, thinking it would be a shame to throw about half of the whole chili chicken into his mouth one after the other, eating squeaky and toothy fresh leafy vegetables and eating everything right away.

Did you squeeze it to include hot water or it's not warm, so wipe your hands clean and then grab the bread with your bare hands.

The heat of the still warm bread passes into your hands, warming your palms slightly, and it tastes soft and sweet freshly baked bread.

(This... my belly doesn't swell very much, but it's delicious)

When you're done eating soft bread, the soup is next.

The flavored soup, which is brown and slightly reminiscent of fish soy, contains thinly chopped, squeaky white and seemingly soft yellow.

(This could be an egg...?

Alsace, who eats a good, unclear yellow thing about who he is with a vegetable that squeaks and makes a noise in his mouth, perceives who he is from its soft taste.

Probably made melted eggs by pouring them into hot soup.

This is also soft again, and when I do, it goes through my throat.

(Well, it's time to get some chili chicken again...... yeah?

I eat a little chili chicken where I tasted it all the way through and Alsace realizes, that it tastes different than it did earlier.

The texture of the clothes was lost due to the staining of the sauce hung over the chili chicken while eating other things, and instead it had the softness to harmony with the meat.

And if I chewed it up, the chili chicken sauce mixed with the oil and gravy contained in my clothes, giving the sauce another different taste.

(I see, this is now...... yummy)

Alsace softly places the fork, wondering which is better, the teethy clothes that have just come with, or the soft clothes that have been around for a while.

I was satisfied. For a plate of dishes.

(I see, what Marina said, is this what makes you eat delicious food?)

With that in mind, Alsace turns her mind to the wonders of life.

Before I visited this store, I thought I was going to die, but now death is completely remote and deeply satisfying.

(Out of the blue, it could be an interesting song if I use this experience)

With that in mind, Alsace rested for a while.