The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Once every seven days, use the magic of metastasis to visit the lake on the back of the mountain and paint a view of the lake.

It has been Henry's hobby for several years, a court magician serving a small country.

(Hmm, because of the sunshine today, you look good)

The lake surface of the lake, inhabited by the spirits of the water and quietly full of magic, is quiet, and photographs the blue sky with white clouds as if it were a polished mirror.

And in the middle of that lake... there was that black door.

(Hmmm... what an incredible sight...)

A strange black door floats in the middle of the lake, a black door.

I know that the door is probably a product of witchcraft.

Its black, cat-like beast painted door stands on a clear lake surface with nothing to support it, and nothing on the lake surface.

It must be Elf's secret that that door, which is clearly beyond the reason of the world, was lost much of it more than a thousand years ago.

The door was poking black holes in the middle of the white and blue worlds as if heaven and earth had stuck together.

An extra incredible sight.

When I first saw this sight when I came looking for lake water as a special magic medicine ingredient, I was really surprised.

(... what's beyond that door...?

Prepare the paint as you repeat the question you do not know how many times you have repeated it.

Henry is a wandering adventurer and a painter, who received magic tricks from his father, who was a painter.

After the battle with barbaric weapons, my father learned the magic of the battle to unilaterally annihilate his opponent because it's hard to hurt his hand.

When my father, who was a half elf, was so old that he could no longer wander in search of a rare sight two hundred years after his birth, he was hired by this country to lay down his roots.

Back then, in a time when a mighty and savage empire swallowed up all over the place like a flame, my father, who had been named a mage good at battle magic, said he had been privileged.

He was hired as a magician because of his common sense that the half-elf should not be put on top of the country, but he was asked for his opinion like a general for an important battle,

He was given the daughter of a nobleman in the country as his wife, and the human son, born in that way, was appointed official court magician as soon as he became an adult.

That is why Henry's father, who lived in wanderings for more than a hundred years, decided to make the land his last place of residence, almost at the same time as Henry's adults… died satisfactorily around the same time as his human father.

Twenty years have passed since such a father was lost.

The empire loosened its momentum when the great and savage emperor left the world and his moderate and less hectic son came to the status of emperor.

Anyway, the last time I swallowed a port town about a decade ago, the Imperial prints weren't spreading at all.

... That was good news for a small country that was terrified of Henry's life and when he would be caught in a war.

Now, perhaps for a while, peace has come.

Sometimes I don't use magic on the battlefield as a court magician except to exorcise goblins and bandits.

It was another job, dedicated to my work as a court painter.

(... but I still like these paintings. Interesting to write about...... I see that's why your father wandered off to old age)

Thinking that far, Henry had always remembered more now that he was drawing his father's blood.

The work of the court painter was not very interesting.

Unlike the long-held principalities and very rich kingdoms, this country could not afford to grow what is called art, because of the work of painters and other familiar castle gardens.

I only have enough work to write about it being a historical portrait of royalty and ministers.

It seems a terribly boring job to Henry, who walks around in search of a rare sight and has a father who left behind tons of rare paintings remembering the sights he saw at that time.

As I paint with that in mind, the sun plunges into Jomtien, and the sun sets.

"... it's time to end it"

Having decided to go home before dark, Henry cleans up the painting and prepares to go home.

"Okay......"

Make sure you've cleaned everything up, then use the magic of metastasis and disappear.

That left only doors in the lake that were not used again today.

It wasn't until some time after that that that Henry noticed such a door anomaly.

(... what? Something different...?

The first thing I remember is discomfort.

The door standing in the middle of the lake looked different.

As if my husband had changed.

(Something's different...... yeah? What the hell is that?

Think about what that discomfort is, Henry realizes. On the door, something like a new sign was added.

(Is that... letters, huh?

A cat painting was adding a sign that I'm not sure in the long run but wrote something.

From the form of the letters, it looks like ordinary Continental, but it's far from readable what it says.

(… go and see if you can)

Inspired by an unprecedented change, Henry uses water walking magic and approaches the door for the first time.

Standing in front of a door dyed with glossy black paint, read the letters on the sign.

"... you were a cook..."

Catfish from different worlds

The newly added sign definitely said so.

"I mean, is this... the entrance to a cook?

That's what I would say if the letters on the sign were true.

But who's going to say we're going to make an entrance to a place like this that doesn't make sense?

With that in mind, Henry casually puts his hands on a golden handle that would be brass.

properly, the handle turns and Henry accidentally releases his hand.

It's not locked.

(You mean to let in...)

Even as I turned around, the door looked the same as the table up to the letter of the sign.

I don't know where it leads.

And often troubled...... Henry puts his hand on the handle again and opens the door thoughtfully.

Chi Chi Chi, the bell on the door rings.

Henry knocked at the door so that he could be driven to that bell.

Through the door, it was a different world.

(Hey, what the hell is this place?!?

Batan at the back and Henry fought as he felt signs that the door would close.

Unlike the light of the sun and the magical light produced by the priest of the God of Light, a room filled with incredible light spreads before your eyes.

In that room, which cannot be said to be too large, people were eating.

(... ma, demon!?

No, that wasn't accurate.

There were many humans, elves, dwarves, demons... and demons gathered there to eat.

"Welcome. Sir, it's okay. There's no one here to assault anyone else."

I accidentally tried to do a magic chant, and I was called from behind, and I looked back as a scarecrow.

"Those people look a little scary, but they're good people. Why don't you have a fight or something?"

There was a brunette girl there.

The girl, with yellow skin, laughs and keeps her words on her unique face that Henry has never seen.

"This is a restaurant called Neko from different worlds of cuisine, but if it's good, why don't you eat something?

Girls who will have no experience of rough events or other fine dust do not seem to be feeling scared even on this occasion, where there are many vicious demons.

"... ok"

Toxic by the word, Henry relieves the nervousness.

"Good. If that's what you mean, I'll show you to your seat."

Did you realize that Henry was going to listen to this story at first while he was on guard, and the girl leads him to his seat in a manner she was used to?

... I can't grasp the look on the face of the guided seat, it was a seat next to a scratchy, more gigantic Lizardman than the normal one, probably not with malice either.

"... Well, I mean, this is a different world restaurant, but what the hell do you have?

Henry asks the girl, ignoring Lizardman, who is quietly carrying something that looks like an egg dish.

"It's everything. Meat, vegetables, fish, sweets... What dishes do customers prefer?

"Right... what do you call a rare dish, unique to different worlds?

Thinking a little about the girl's question, Henry returned such an answer.

"Huh? If it's a different world, then, is it?

"Oh yeah. It's a rare dish that can't be eaten over there... and it's good to have something that's not sweet because I'm not good at sweets"

Nod further and affirm.

For years, Henry, who only knows how to live in a small country when he says he is an aristocrat, was secretly excited about the strange world he first visited.

That's why I thought it would be good to have something that could only be eaten in different worlds.

"Changed...... oh, then how about Carpaccio or something? It's a dish made with raw fish. Surely the other guy barely eats raw fish, right?

Fulfilling, the girl has suggested strange dishes not found in Henry's common sense.

"... can you eat fish raw or something? I hear fish that don't catch enough fire smell terrible and belly down."

Henry listens back bewildered by the cooking the girl says.

In Henry's hometown, fish were taken in lakes and rivers. It is said to belly on the muddy smell if it is not cooked thoroughly, and for once I have hardly eaten Henry, who lives in a place called the capital.

"I think you'll be fine. Again, we've never had food poisoning, because Carpaccio is quite popular. Look, it's Carpaccio they're eating."

In response to such a question, the girl answered her chest just a little, pointing to one seat.

... Henry frowned when he saw the guests ahead of him.

"... would that be a demon? Is it something that's okay for humans to eat?

The girl pointed out that there were two girls with big feathers… The work pattern is somewhat familiar with the demons. Henry's standpoint is called Seylane, a monster of history.

I had read in my book that I lived near the sea, sang songs inviting me to death on the sea, and was a savage and horrible demon eating live humans and fish falling from ships.

"Right...... well, if you really care, let's make wasabi mayo a little tight"

"Wasabi mayo?"

Seeing Henry react like that gives you a little thought, the girl comes up with a suggestion she's not sure about.

"Yeah, with a bit of a spicy sauce... like this, sterilization, it helps to eliminate poison"

"Okay. Then let's have it."

I'm not sure what it will sack, but if the store people guarantee it, it will be fine.

I thought so, and Henry decided to eat a dish that would be carpaccio.

"Yes. Thank you. Please wait…"

When she told him so, the girl gently placed a glass vessel with ice and water on the table and went into the darkness and back.

(Well... well. This)

Henry checks inside the store as he moisturizes his throat with crisps and cold water where the fruit flavor resides.

At first I noticed all the dangerous demons, but if you look again, the human guests, too, have many unusual things.

Like the daughter of an earlier servant, a people with yellow skin would probably be a people living on the western continent. I've also seen the clothes I wear in books.

Then strangely brown is the people of the land of sand, excellent in witchcraft, who are on the western continent?

But I also see a people in unfamiliar clothes who strangely expose their feet and arms, completely different from the people of the land of sand I read in the book.

(I wonder what the hell kind of qualities... what kind of place is this in the first place?

Are you saying that there are plenty of doors besides that lake, and all those doors are connected here?

With that in mind, the girl earlier brought the dish.

"Thank you for waiting. Bream carpaccio wasabi mayonnaise sauce"

With that said, I put aside the things and the vibrant plates.

"Oh... this is again... beautiful"

Henry, who saw the plate, accidentally leaked his honest thoughts.

The dish, never seen before served on a platter of pure white, was beautiful.

Skins with pale flowery colors and clear meat white as snow, Thai and other fish meat are arranged as if they were petals.

The skin was lightly cooked or burnt brown with a plaid pattern, and a thin green line ran plaid from the top.

Sometimes it's like a burnt brown round bread right next to it and the floating brown soup of Oranje is placed to float the fragrant scent, making me hungry.

"Take your time then... Oh, and bread and soup are free to substitute, and alcohol can be prepared for a different price, so when you really say"

When the girl told her what she needed, she went straight to another guest.

While dropping it off, Henry turns his eyes back on the plate in front of him.

(Well, what about the flavor...)

A dish that looks so good that you don't think it's going to break down. However, the taste is unknown.

nervously, take a well-polished silver fork and poke it into the meat of the lined fish.

I guess the fish meat is just as good as it looks and just slightly flattened the surface.

The meat of the fish, which is perfectly clear because the fire has not passed through, is not the same as the meat that was put through the fire, and is stabbed through with a puffy fork.

Colored in a light green sauce, it looks at fish meat in a shiitake way.

This is the first time I have eaten raw meat that is not even dried meat without passing through the fire.

Anxious about it... carry it to your mouth with anticipation.

(Ooh, this is... yummy)

Henry was surprised by the taste of the first fish he ate.

Not bad...... I think it tastes good.

Fish meat that hasn't been put through the fire doesn't have the raw odor to hear rumors. I do think it has a unique fragrance, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

(This is... good meat)

Enjoy the solidity of fish meat, unlike the solidity of meat through the fire or the feel of raw meat.

It's never soft. It has the strength to push your teeth back every time you bite.

But it's never hard enough to chew it off, and the more you chew it with a little force, the easier it gets to puff.

And every time you bite, the fish's flesh is filled with good taste.

The sauce to colour the meat was also good. Whether vinegar and eggs were mixed or not. The sauce with a slight acidity and egg flavor also seemed to further enhance the taste of fish meat.

(And this sauce too... Ugh!?

As I was indulging in it, a sudden shock struck my nose.

Intense irritation as if you had been stabbed countless times with a small needle.

Henry drank the water in a hurry, not knowing it.

(What is this... What if this is what you call wasabi or something?

Watch the dish in front of you as you rush to wipe your tears.

That stimulus was felt from a light green stained sauce.

(This is...)

Fish meat is delicious.

But when I think there's going to be a stimulus coming through that wasabi nose... with that in mind, I'll have another bite.

The second time I was still ready, so there was no unintentional shock, but still the pain runs in the back of my nose.

Hard, or painful.

(Is it a good thing to eat... yes. You talked about having booze)

Eating, I think so.

This is spicy because I eat only meat. It seemed like a very good means to take a bite and soak up the liquor to get rid of that spiciness.

"Sorry! I want booze but what do you have!?

Calling the earlier girl out loud, the girl comes and answers Henry.

"We have quite a few things. Beer, wine, sake... Carpaccio, white wine for fish... wine or sake."

"Then let's have both... and I'll pay for another plate of carpaccio"

"Yes, please wait a moment"

Fish meat is delicious... let's admit it, wasabi mayo sauce is delicious too.

The girl smiled and replied to Henry's request.

Noon.

Henry reached the shoreline, exhaling softly.

(alarmed......)

Even if it wasn't enough to get drunk, Henry fell into the lake the minute he stepped out the door, having drunk alcohol from different worlds and enjoyed the dishes, beginning with Carpaccio.

I was oblivious to keeping the door in the same place it was when it showed up.

The magic of walking on the water had expired long before, so the moment he stepped out of the door, Henry became the feather of falling into the lake.

"... in that case, you always had shoes on your father's legacy that kept walking on the water."

Stuff and twinkle.

Seven days from now I was looking forward to it.