The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

- What is it? This man.

Twenty years ago, those four dreaded heroes (Kaibu) survived fighting their opponents and became the last demon king left on this continent, 'Warcraft King' Altina was bewildered.

"Let's get straight to it. Subordinate to the rest, and be subordinate. I don't want to die with you yet."

To that word of a man still young, who brought with him a warrior and a sorcerer, and a few priestly things.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not listening to a mouth with a human flair licked!

"Demon King! Let's kill these guys!

"Hey, guys! You must be here ready to die!?

Bloody subordinates flashly exalt and rise to that word of excessive arrogance.

The warcraft (pets) who realize their masters have been fooled are always ready to be fooled.

The humans surrounding the man in reaction to it also began to prepare to fight.

"... don't"

However, having learned to be intrigued by that incredible attitude, Altina stops aggressively intimidating the men involved in the killing.

Humans confronted with their sharp eyes. On the contrary, even their subordinate demons and warcraft are frightened and tremble.

... with the exception of the man in front of you.

"... so, let me ask you something? Why do I have to obey you?

Though I'm willing to kill every word, I think.

I wonder why this man is so strong on you 'weak'.

The man in front of you, he's weak. No, probably, but as a human being, well, it falls into the strong category.

My body is well trained as a warrior, and I can use my sword there because of what I do.

I also think that the warriors and magicians who are taking him under his command are quite hand-worked to see the move to protect the man aggressively.

But weak. To fight the Warcraft King Altina opponent who lived for nearly three hundred years and even kicked a thousand knights.

Compared to the heroes who slaughtered the warcraft (pets) and their demons one after the other and even prepared themselves to die.

"Mm-hmm. First of all, let me tell you, this capital was originally surplus"

The weak man spins his words without being frightened by Altina's killing.

"Twenty years ago, the king and his clan were ruling this capital you killed... but only two of them survived. With my mother Ardelheit, it's over.

And my mother died at an early age. In other words, there can only be a legitimate successor with the right to inherit the throne. Therefore, the rest are the kings of this land. "

So what's up?

Artina is even more puzzled by the fact that it doesn't seem to make much sense.

It is not what Altina knew that the survival of a country destroyed by the Demons would name the king, but there is no way to give him the capital that he got because of it.

"I mean, only the rest of us can give you back your capital as king of this country, admit our defeat, swear our subordination."

"... so? You think I'll be there?

That was not intimidation, it was a question. I'm not the only one who thinks I'm stupid enough to respond.

"Well, I don't think it's going to be that easy, so I left my will with the national license."

I guess the man knew. Cut the trump cards I've prepared.

"If the rest of you die, take your revenge. If you take my vengeance, this city and country will give it to me... yes, I asked you to tell the kingdom and the principality, and then the temple of the six great gods.

Well, they're prepared even if they don't tell you, so it'll be a combined vanquish. The capital will be burned down, and no matter how much sacrifice they make, they will try to destroy The Last Demon King. "

"... you know what?"

Altina finally realized what this man intended. This is blackmail.

If you kill this man, the kingdom, the army of the principality, and the priests of the temple, who still hate the Demons like a serpent scorpion, say they will attack this city.

"But then why do you hold my subordination? Why don't we just cry to those countries and let them take this country?

"Then no. Then all you can get is a bloody piece of land made of delicious juice."

Then stare straight at Altina and say:

"It's Altina, king of warcraft. The humans of the world honor your 'strength' with fear. But the rest of you want to appreciate and praise your wisdom."

I'd rather join hands with the Demon King than with the humans. Why did you think that?

"Before I met you, I was surprised to see the rest of this country around. The people of this country are expensive, but the crime control is tight, but there must be eight hundred fighters in the arena, and the newcomers are fighting so fast that they're in trouble.

... It's like stupidity when the people of a human country are turning around so well. It's also a country ruled by a fairly capable class of kings. "

I see, the woman in front of you is a demon tribe. That's probably one of the strongest demons on this continent, too.

But... it's also true that just because you're strong doesn't mean you're stupid.

"If you're going to obey me, I'll give you this capital. You'll be the best to rule like this. If you're a human civilian, I can lend you a few."

If we had just ruled the country with power, we wouldn't have talked to a man if this was, as the humans of other countries put it, a demonic controlled hell.

But if we can rule the country by wisdom, not power, there is a better way to kill it.

"But it's not for free. I need you to work straight. From now on, from your country, a man who can fight...... oh no, in the case of the Demons, men and women don't really matter? Anyway, I need you to give me the one I can fight."

The majority of the people of this country are also demons.

"Actually, there are many enemies in the rest. I'm telling you to shut up and obey because the rest are righteous kings, but I have heaps of 'traitors' who say Gudagda and don't obey. We must conquer them.

But the remaining soldiers are weak anyway. We can carry food and weapons to the battlefield or let them protect the land they control, but we can't do more than that.

We need to be careful not to let them die or get hurt because we also have peasant jobs. It's too weak to fight the army of the traitors in the first place. That's why I thought about the rest.

Even in the peasant days, you can fight, and you have the strongest army, trying to get the Rebellion to be the first to bow down and fight instead. "

"... that's us?

I see. Certainly for humans, with exceptions such as knights and mercenaries, the majority would say you fought and so forth.

"Well, that's what I'm saying. For a normal human being, it's a punishment or a slave's business to be driven out by a war that has been decided on its own..."

"... Oh, if you say you can fight a human opponent, there will be Sesame Tribes on board. I don't know where you're going to take it from, but if you just want to fight without thinking about the troublesome mess, it's even worse."

Altina laughs unexpectedly. That would be a terrible pleasure for our demons.

Twenty years ago, since the demon gods lost to those heroes, the demons have become weak, but they have yet to lose their will to fight.

There are enough mad warriors to sweep and throw away to fight themselves.

"... okay. I swear to you, I will obey you."

"Demon King!?

After a glance at his surprised and hardening subordination, he puts his strength in his eyes again to see the man in front of him...... look at his people.

"But only form. I'll let you do it on my own. As my lord, can you protect the troops of another country from entering this city?

Well, don't worry. If you're a bloody war freak, I'll send you to the battlefield for as much as I want. "

I'm not going down there. This is an alliance.

Because even if his country and the kingdom of the demon king can be attacked, there is a great name for attacking the kingdom ruled by the rightful human king.

As much as I don't see that, Altina is not stupid.

"Oh, okay"

Well, the man exhales.

Finally, it's ready. I'm ready to defeat the motherfuckers who betrayed me as soon as I lost to the Demons.

And with all the finishing touches, the man rises and declares.

"You, Artina. In the name of this Wilhelm I recognize thee and thy seed as subordinates in the service of the 'Empire', and give this city and its surroundings as a territory. Be faithful to our empire."

"... okay"

It took, and one country started. It was about fifty years ago.

In the afternoon Devil's Capital, in the office surrounded by lavish conditioning, one girl was still encouraging the executive today.

"... So, Demon King, that's it for this afternoon's errand. Good luck."

One paragraph at a time, Rustina slips back and relaxes in the stevedore chair somewhat as she escorts off a human civilian who holds the massive amount of paperwork she signed earlier through her eyes, bowing her head respectfully.

"Demon King, is it..."

Unexpectedly weigh himself.

Rustina is the Demon King. He is the king of the greatest aristocracy in the empire and binds the demons... and that is what he is supposed to say.

Rustina is a demon. Nor is that just a demon tribe.

I draw the blood of the great Demon King Altina, only one daughter. So, Demon King.

"... I don't have enough power to name the Demon King."

It makes me feel even more depressed by moving my feathers patterned, which have become learningly as I dreamed of being able to fly one day from a young age, only to the extent of fan switching.

The Demons inherently don't care what they call blood muscles. For there is the protection that the Devil's God brings to the Devil.

The protection provided by the Devil's God to the Devil's Clan is very whimsical, and even the Devil's Son with how strong the protection can only get weak protection, or vice versa, the Devil's Son with only weak protection can sometimes have awesome protection.

Therefore, the title "Demon King" is not inherited from his parents, but is made to acknowledge it in his own name.

… There are countless scattered 'self-proclaimed demon kings' beneath numerous demons and demons called demon kings and feared by humans.

But the daughter of the Warcraft King Altina, who was honored for her mighty magic and power and her fear of following many warcraft... "The Weakest King" Rustina is different.

The gods of the whimsical devils were not kind to Rustina, who had been promised to be demon kings in the future.

Rarely, for the type of protection, Rustina was expressed the same as that of Altina. horns, feathers, and tails grew.

But its strength is so weak that it cannot be compared to Altina.

of Altina, who even far surpassed the elf and boasted a magic that was said to be one of the magic tricks of the attack comparable to the braces of the dragon and an easy healing magic comparable to that of the High Priest,

Against the seven splendid horns that looked like a crown, Rustina's was so poor that she couldn't see if she had to raise her forehead besides just two. Magic was also given only to a higher degree than human, concurrent magicians.

Rustina's tail blow, which is only long enough not to reach her knees, is only as powerful as a toddler's waste, against a long-lasting whip-like tail blow over Altina's back length, which was torn apart by a single swing of iron.

Unlike the giant wings of Altina, who was free to run through the sky and look down on the battlefield, Rustina's is as small as a bat's feather, and no matter how desperate she is to move it, she can't even lift her body up just to become a fan replacement that will cause the wind.

Learn the art of martial arts and witchcraft that Rustina immediately learned from her mother, and the art of portraying the beasts that were because Altina was called the King of Warcraft,

Even considering having the right strength, this Demon Capital boasts undefeated in the arena, and the stronger Demon clan than Rustina is Sesame, headed by Lionel, who is even said to be the right man to call himself Demon King.

It is obvious that the weakest of the great demon clans that were called demon kings. That's why Rustina, the weakest king.

There is no such thing as comes up against a boulder, but it is a name known in this devil's capital.

"... Shall we go back? For a little while, I need to work out."

Rustina crushes herself to change her mood, thinking that even if she thinks about it any more, it will just be extra hard.

She inherited the name of the Demon King for three years. I've finally figured out about the executive branch, but my strength as a Demon clan hasn't grown up.

On the contrary, lately the clerk has been busy and neglected his workouts, and I even feel his strength has fallen rather.

I wonder if 'too weak' as something to name the Demon King.

"Fall. I'll be back in my room once. I don't need help getting dressed."

That's why Rustina was secretly determined.

As a demon, I'm trying to find out who that strange being is.

"Yes, I did. Demon King."

Rustina stands up, telling her plans to a maid who was chosen to accompany her in order to have the eyes of Medusa, who was holding back right next to her, who stops the movement of the seer.

...... wait after that, without even feeling the feeling of meeting and reunion.

It was too bizarre.

"... Catfish from different worlds. Really, what is this?"

It is a door fitted with a sign with a letter in Eastern Continental. Well-maintained, black doors depicting cat-like objects.

It was only this morning that the demon king suddenly appeared in his bedroom, in a costume dance.

(... Sure, I've heard that the magic of old elves has the magic of space transfer, but is it like that?

According to information obtained following a legend as one of the continent's foremost aristocrats, one of the lost legendary sorceries said to be one of the heroes and revived by the great sorcerer Altrius.

I have also heard that Altrius and some of his disciples, who have received his teachings immediately, can use space transfer and cross the continents of East and West in an instant.

(But why is that in this devil's capital...)

That's why I don't know. Such magic is why it appears in this demonic palace… including why it is lowering the restaurant sign.

"… In the meantime, I know I don't even know what I'm thinking."

If so, there is one thing to do.

Rustina never opens the door.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the door opens with the sound of a bell.

And beyond that... there was a literal place written on the door.

The strangely bright room at the end of the door was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the afternoon.

(This is... it's like a tavern in the Devil's City)

Run your eyes straight and ask how it is.

There you are, dwarves to humans, elves, half-ells. To halfling...... demons and demons.

It's like there's no such thing as unity. There's a bunch of cluttered races, enjoying unfamiliar food and drinks.

I can see some combinations in there that are going to start killing each other if we normally meet, but there's no way we're going to compete with each other.

The appearance is reminiscent of the tavern where the Devil clan of the Devil's Capital gathers, which I visited with my mother and which has to have a very cluttered appearance due to the whimsical protection.

(But I've never heard of a place like this in the Devil's Capital either)

But there shouldn't exist in any demonic capital, such as a tavern where demons are even present, not the Demons.

If there's such a place, it can't be out of its own ear, even if it's a demon king.

As such, it was when I tried to explore it further.

"... Could it be Rustyina?

I breathe without thinking of the characteristic way of speaking to a familiar voice that came into my ear.

"Ardelheid... Your Highness? Why are you here?

There, for once, was the master of his service… Ardelheid, the beloved daughter of His Majesty the Emperor.

There were only two times when I greeted His Majesty the Emperor in his reign ceremony at an early age, when he played with him and when he went to report to the Imperial Capital on Rustina's inauguration of the Demon King, but I can't fail to see that.

I think I grew up more beautiful than I remember, but I did recognize that surprised look.

"After I succeeded you... I heard you were cured of your illness... why are you here?"

Sure, I remember hearing that as soon as I became demon king, I hung up to kill the poor and headed off to rehab.

Rustina couldn't understand why that was in this place that was beyond that monstrous door.

"Of course, to get a parfait here... my uncle will guide you."

Rustina unwittingly blows out to Ardelheid's words that were thus returned.

(Oh, with that said, Your Highness was like this)

Yes, it was. I've seen this guy twice before. This guy is missing somewhere, he's secularly oblivious... and doesn't really care about the details the Demons say about it.

It was in an empire coexisting with the devil tribe, and I remembered that it seemed very preferable to take it from man and to Rustina, who was in a position to be distanced only a little from the same devil tribe.

"If you don't mind, why don't you join us? I thought I missed you today, Shariif and Lanaa."

(to Sharif, Lanner...... what if the princes and princesses of the western continent?

Indeed, Rustina sits back in a soft chair as recommended by Ardelheid, thinking that the royal family of a country in a land with only sand such as the desert of the western continent, which has recently increased its interaction with the Empire, should have been of the same name.

"Um, welcome! First time customer, right? Do you know Master Ardelheid?

Soon after sitting in a chair, a supplicant girl, who was carrying food to other guests, talks to Rustina.

The girl looked like a demon, and I could see horns growing like goat's.

"Yes...... Um, what about here?

Rustina asks the girl as she is just a little horrified by the compatriots she sees in this incredible store.

He's probably a child born into a wealthy house in the Empire because he's a demon who looks weak in protection and power.

If I could serve in such a strange place, I would have known the details.

"Yes, this is a restaurant for food in different worlds. I have all kinds of dishes, but they're all delicious!

The girl answers somewhere proud about this store.

"Ri, cooking......? No, it did say that on the door..."

Speaking of which, that door said 'Neko of different world cuisine'. I mean, this is certainly a restaurant for food, which also serves dishes from different worlds, I guess.

"So, because of this, have they eaten anything and gone? First time customers often don't bring money, so it's okay to pay for it, right?

"Yeah. I'm here in a different world cafeteria because of this, how about Lady Rustyna's parfait or something?

So convinced, Ardelheid also suggests that they match the words of the girl in service, who smiles.

"Ha. Well, because of that... I'll have it"

It would also be rude to say no here. That's what Rustina nods at.

"Really? If so... surely Lady Rustyna doesn't like fruit, what was it?

Where the story came together, I remember distant memories and remembering friends in front of me who played with me for about a month as a child.

Surely, Rustina shouldn't have liked vegetables and fruits very much.

She also ate many meat dishes at the dinner venue where she invited her mother and daughter, and barely handled dishes made from vegetables and fruits taken from all over the empire.

Mothers with horns and feathers and tails bigger than Rustina, in a face similar to Rustina's, on the contrary, remember very little meat in the supper setting surrounding the table, the exact opposite being the one eating all the vegetables and fruits.

"Yep... I like sweet things, but the fruit is a little"

As such, Rustina still doesn't like fruit types very much, either without heart or shyness.

Growing up, I can eat if I have to, but I don't want to eat if I want to.

... It is a nostalgic memory that I honestly opened up at a young age to a mother who tried to throw out her errand at random and fly out of the palace and feed her ripe fruit that came from somewhere.

"If so... how was Kaffa? Sure enough, Shariif said he liked it a lot because he gave it to the modern Demon King Rustyna."

"Kaffa...... yeah. It's delicious. It's hard not to go inside, but there are a lot of people in the capital who like Kaffa, including me, these days."

Now answer with a snort.

That black-western continental tea, which had been brought into the empire for some time now, had been out in the Devil's Capital for about a year.

Make sure to boil it out, fly it off. Add plenty of expensive white sugar to what you put in thick, and when you drink it with more sweetness, do the housekeeping and stain your tired body well.

I'm tired and I feel like I'm losing my mind. So much so that it is now regularly bought up and kept from cutting.

"... then that sounds good"

Hearing Rustina's answer, Ardelheid decides what to make of the treats he recommends.

- Because of the abundance of treats in this other world, you have to think carefully about what to recommend.

It is a manoeuvre taught by the somewhat long-heared sorcerer nobility of the Principality, which occasionally surrounds the table together.

"Mr. Aletta. Here's one mocha chocolate parfait, please. Bring it along with the chocolate parfait I ordered earlier"

"Yes! Then I'll give you a little time to serve them both, are you sure?

"Yeah. Please. Well, all you have to do is wait...... with that said, how did Lady Rustyna get here?

I stopped Aletta, who just wanted to get through, placed an extra order, and then finally realized that.

"Huh? Well, actually, a suspicious door appeared in the palace."

"Well! That was lucky!

"... eh?

Waiting for Ardelheid's next word as he blacks and whites his eyes at the same my-paced Ardelheid reaction.

"The door here is whimsical and no one knows where it will appear new. That's what I hear. Like your uncle, once you build a detached palace on the door that appears, it will always appear in the same place..."

"Were you..."

With that said, I recall that there was a detached house where Master Wilhelm spent his late years a little further away from the Imperial Capital, and at last I am convinced that apparently that door is not even worse.

At least, to see how Ardelheid seems to visit here often, I guess there's no danger here that seems dangerous.

That's how she realizes, Rustina pulls out her shoulders, just a little bit.

"Well, then you don't have to deal with it in particular."

"Yep. I haven't seen Lady Rustyna in a long time either, and I'm glad to hear it"

"... so am I."

Rustina smiles, too, at Ardelheid, who says so and laughs furiously.

"... Lady Rustyina smiled too, good for you"

"Huh?"

"Since I've been here, besides being wary of this place, I've felt something strained. Is something wrong? Dear Rustyina,

If you don't mind, even while we wait for the parfait to come, why don't we talk about it? Living out of the palace lacks that kind of normal chatter. "

That's all I'm saying, sober Ardelheid shuts his mouth and stares at Rustina.

"... Actually, I've been troubled lately. I wonder if I'm as good as this. Perhaps we should give the status of Demon King to another more powerful demon clan."

As prompted by that gaze, Poop, Poop and Rustina uncover the troubles that can never be spoken of in the Palace of the Devil's Capital.

Trouble that I'm sure other demons will think of as well, not just myself.

"Really? Your father used to say he was comfortable with Rustyna becoming a new demon king, didn't he?

"His Majesty the Emperor?

But Ardelheid's reaction to it was too unexpected, and I keep an eye out.

Your Majesty the Emperor...... that those with too great a parent praised themselves more than those who were separated but familiar by the years.

And to myself, that I had no idea.

"Yes. It was shortly after Lady Rustyna took a look. I also thought when Master Altiina brought him here, but Master Rustiina is very smart. He said he was smart, and that the lord who ruled the Devil's Capital would do well."

"... are you smart,"

Oh, I say with a sigh without thinking.

Indeed, Rustina is smarter than normal. I remember things well, I can do my errands and so on without delay, and negotiate well.

As the next Demon King from a younger age, he came to help plan and reign Altina's invasion operation, and since Rustina became Demon King, he has also invested in dealing with human opponents, so much so that the Territory's tax revenues and population have increased slightly.

My mother once told me that you would have an inescapable life expectancy and that I would be able to turn this demon capital around successfully after my death.

"But as for me, Raw Hate and Demon King, I'm told that... too much... is weak."

But that doesn't make up for Rustina's fatal weakness as a native demon.

God really makes me wonder if I deserve to be named Demon King to the Demon Nation who was only given useless and weak protection.

"Oh? Is there something wrong with being weak?

"Yes?"

That's why Rustina is surprised by Ardelheid's words.

What are you talking about? I thought so.

Knowing or not such a Rustina stunner, Ardelheid keeps his word.

"I know very little about battle moves. Instead of a sword, you can't even use a dagger properly, and you can't use magic. Still, the Empress serves, and your father says the sword can only be used to the extent of his preference, but he's the Emperor.

I think it's good to be strong even if you're royal, like Master Sharif, but I'm not sure when they say you need to be strong. "

"... is that okay?

That's too much of a split word to say.

But I don't know why. But I don't.

As Rustina and the ruler, I know quite a bit about the human world.

In the case of humans, it is more common sense to say that even a king who leads a country is basically not very strong.

But I am a demon, a demon king. I wasn't sure if that would be forgiven to me, either.

"I don't know. But if you're weak, you don't have to go to war, do you? My uncle said so. Leave the battle to the strong.

It's the job of something to stand on top and give orders to go to war so they can fight well. He said it was a loss at a time when the Admiral was in the wings of an immediate battle. "

That's not even known to Ardelheid. But at least my uncle... the greatest grandfather in the empire didn't find much value in strength.

On the battlefield, I also feel like he said he would win if he could move the soldiers well, even if he was weak.

"And here's what he said. It is much harder to make a country flourish than to win a battle. And the king who can make his country flourish is so precious that he wants to take care of it."

"... is that right?"

Ardelheid's words sob.

That's probably the word because you're a person who doesn't see strength as supreme value.

But swallowing the word seemed so much better than lamenting that I was born without protection, weak.

"... right"

That's why Rustina laughs and nods and shows it.

"... good. You finally laughed."

Against Ardelheid also deepens his smile.

This is a different world dining room, if you want to eat a delicious parfait, it's still best to smile.

This is what I learned by coming here.

"Here you go! I brought you a parfait."

Where they both smiled and smiled, the parfait I ordered arrives.

It took two girls to start a fine tea party.

(Well, this is... black, brown, isn't it)

That was the first time I had ever seen a parfait placed in front of me.

(It's neat, and the way it's served is elaborate... isn't this burnt?

I frown in surprise.

A bunch of unidentified confectionery served all overflowing from a beautiful, shaped glass of vitreous.

multiple layers. That does look like something served by a professional craftsman, and looks good.

If it had been decorated with colorful fruits around something white, like the one placed in front of the Ardelheid in front of you, the flavor would have even looked like a work of art anyway.

But compared to Ardelheid's, Rustina's doesn't look delicious at first glance, full of white, black, and brown.

On top of something like a black slime laid on the bottom of a glass of vitreous glass, something sandy is covered, and on top of it is put a damp black thing, from which is laid a brown little something.

White and brown mixed on top of it is served with the same white as Ardelheid's, but there is more black on this one from above.

The round confectionery decorated on top of it also has a shade that is not light wheat, but rather close to burnt brown, and I don't think it looks delicious.

Around that side you can see baked confectionery with a decent baking color and clear sugar scattered across the surface, probably not a failure or anything else, but honestly it was something that had a little courage to eat.

"Come on, go ahead. I prefer this parfait, but it's delicious. I'm sure Lady Rustyna cares."

But Ardelheid did call the treat delicious.

(... well, it's a different world, so sometimes this is delicious)

I think so, and never Rustina decides to mouth the sweets.

Pinch and eat with your fingers the area that first looks like a very ordinary treat, served on the side.

(Wow... this is delicious. The sweetness is weak, but the palate is light)

For sprinkling sugar on the surface, the amount of sugar you are using is surprisingly weak. It crumbles in your mouth with the feeling of layering many thin baked sweets.

To the taste of wheat, with the flavor of butter. It melts quickly and disappears from the mouth after it is crushed in the mouth.

(... Well, next time)

With nature and anticipation in mind the degree of completeness of the first baked confectionery, now turn to the accompanying brown mass.

A glossy brown chunk, beautifully arranged over something that looks white and soft.

A substitute not found in Rustina's knowledge, but perhaps this is also a treat.

Cover up with a silver spoon with something white around you and carry it to your mouth.

(Mm-hmm. Is this white, like, a dairy treat? Slightly sweet and...... Hmm!?

Something brown melts in my mouth where I thought it was delicious, confusing.

(Bitter!? No but...... sweet!?

The sweets were bitter and sweet.

As far as Rustina knows, she doesn't usually mix bitterness with confectionery, etc. It should just be firm and sweet.

However, the sweets that melted softly with the heat of the tongue certainly felt the bitterness that mixed with the modest sweetness.

(Sweetness and bitterness...... I see, was this why Your Highness asked about Kaffa)

Both the kaffa and itself are bitter and sour, but if you add enough sugar to remain in it before drinking it, it becomes a sweet, bitter, very tasty drink.

It's a treat that reminds me just a little of that flavor...... it was so delicious that I can't imagine it from the looks of it.

I accidentally spoon and eat the two remaining confectionery.

(... apparently the black one hung on this white dairy treat is the same one as the melted earlier)

Then you realize that the black one covering the white dairy treat is close to the same shade of dark brown as the brown chunk you just ate, and you realize what it is.

Black, thick, melted confectionery with strong sweetness and bitterness in white, soft, slightly sweet dairy confectionery.

I march on to eating it at the same time.

(... oh, now there's something brown...?

If you eat it that way so you can dig on, the flavor changes.

A very cold brown dairy sweet, a little stiffer than the earlier dairy sweets.

From the flavor, I feel something similar to the white one that was on top...

(It's sweet and bitter, but what was the black one earlier, something else... yeah? Have you ever tasted this anywhere?

I feel the slightest bitterness mixed in the sweetness, mixed with the flavor of milk, adds to the sweetness, but the bitterness was also different from the black one I had just tasted.

On that other flavor, Rustina feels the flavor she has tasted somewhere, and Rustina wonders what it was.

(Before I came to this store, but lately...?

While I think about it, I don't stop to recommend eating the spoon, and now I go to something like a burnt fragment.

This one was also weak in sweetness and a substitute that I didn't think would taste good if I ate it alone... but when I dipped it in melted dairy treats as I ate it, it tasted not surprisingly bad.

The crunchy, crushing fragrance, except for the baked confectionery that mimics the first leaves, is a texture not found on the various confectioneries that were on top.

While I'm enjoying the texture, I see the next treat.

Damp strong, burnt brown close to black, something.

At first glance it doesn't look delicious, but Rustina no longer carries it to her mouth without hesitation when she finds out that all this confectionery is made of delicious confectionery.

An amazingly soft fabric, a treat that stains something with cucumber.

The moment she mouths it, Rustina understands what she felt earlier.

(well...... is this kaffa!

Flavour of kaffa with flying off dark and melting sugar to the limit.

As if it were a cloth containing water, the sweets it stains are so soft that even the tongue is about to cut off, and the flavor of the kaffa is not widespread underneath.

(Then what's below this is a kaffa treat mixed with milk!

I think so, and if you eat sandy confectionery, it tastes just like Rustina expected.

A mix of kaffa and milk, a kaffa with a strong milk flavour.

It has a tender flavour that is different from the fabric above, which contains the flavour of dark kaffa.

If you change the percentages to include black dough and sandy confectionery, you can also enjoy a slightly different flavor and both disappear into Rustina's stomach in no time.

(This is the last one...... oh, the one that cemented the kaffa, right)

And what's left at the bottom, like black slime, tastes like something that cooled and consolidated the kaffa in the literal sense.

Like the fabric above, the sweetness of the hardened kaffa, which would not have added sweetness to the limit, is weak, and I don't think it tastes as good as the scissors on its own.

However, the remainder of the various dairy confectionery melted as we proceeded to eat this far sticks to the lacquered black kaffa and adds sweetness.

The twitchy and strange texture, combined with the flavour of milk, made it taste different again.

It takes Rustina to indulge in a mocha chocolate parfait up to a drop left in the last glass of vitreous, and place the spoon with a sigh.

If you look at it, Ardelheid just finished enjoying himself, and he almost left his keys.

We look at each other and smile at each other.

If we look at each other's faces, we know perfectly well that we are satisfied with this parfait.

"Also, may I join you?

So Rustina says, in the end, that's all.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be waiting for you. Now I'd like to introduce you to Victoria, Lanaa, and Shariif."

Ardelheid also makes him nod and look like he deserves it.

"... Really, I'm glad you could come"

After a meal, Rustina unwittingly snaps as she unknowingly waves her wings and tail as she watches Ardelheid order a hot cupfa for two.

Nice talk and nice treats.

I'm sure I'll never forget this event.

Rustina, the weakest king...... it is a little further that she herself becomes prestigious in calling this name.