The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

A bright blue sky with no such thing as clouds, hot sunlight to burn and a golden desert that stretches everywhere in front of you.

When he saw it, Sharif realized he was back.

(Strange stuff. I find this sight so strange, etc.)

The light of the sun is too strong just to illuminate heaven, nor is the desert too vast for man to live in.

It was an abomination in the land of sand. Nonetheless, it seems that if you haven't seen them in over six months, it will be strange and dull.

Sharif has never known about it before.

(It was a long, long trip)

I have no regrets that I have embarked on a journey with the permission of my father, the King, in order to fulfil my purpose. But for Sharif, who had never left the national license,

Departing from a seaside harbor, in a place with only salty waters around it, where a ship was about to sink, or attacked by demons, desperately responding, waving their swords and repelling themselves.

A journey by horse through the cold wilderness, even during the day and night of the Empire, was also a difficult, but fresh and difficult, precious experience, and above all endured if it seemed to be a journey for her.

The building that reached the end of such a journey. The capital, which was made of stone to the road, was also quite astonished by the way the demons, who were supposed to be shaders, lived normally in that imperial capital,

The days spent in an empire full of cultures not found in the land of sand will surely be a memory of a lifetime.

... but I haven't noticed it since I got back. I've always been used to wanting to go back to the land of sand.

(Right. Is this homesick... I'm sure Ardelheid would think the same thing. Because for her, the Empire is her homeland)

I came to that, which is why I reassure my father and I that the path we chose was not a mistake.

"The Gift to Make Friendship" for the Empire is sure to help.

"... is this the land of sand"

Immersed in such emotion, I hear a man stepping on sand from right behind, a different word than what the people of this country use.

"Yes, this is my home town"

Sharif turns around and answers the man standing behind him.

Unlike this one, he is one magnificent man, surrounded by white skinned humans and alien demonic escorts.

Wrapped around it is armor, the first piece of equipment not used in the scorching desert, that reflects and shines through the sun's light.

It seems to be the elf's leftover treasure, which, once worn in, is as light as a feather and protects what he even wore from the exhalation of dragon flames that, on the contrary, ash humans like dead trees in the desert sun.

There is only one man, albeit continental, who wraps up the 'offering' that it was originally a treasure of a small country with a certain history.

"His Majesty Wolfgang. Now did you acknowledge the seriousness of our country?

Wolfgang, the second emperor of the Empire. The magnificent successor who draws the blood of the founding emperor Wilhelm makes it look majestic while still nodding to eagles.

"Mm-hmm. Lord Sharif. Your treasure, and the magic tricks of the land of sand that freely manipulate it. They did show it to me."

With that said, Wolfgang sees a sea of golden sand spreading behind him… as reported by the apostle who transferred earlier, convinced that this is undoubtedly the land of sand.

Demonic props that connect and transfer the two demonic props to each other.

That was the 'gift to form friendship' brought to the Empire by the Land of Sand.

If you ask me, it is particularly valuable among the numerous treasures that the land of sand possesses, and it is said that there is only one pair in the land of sand.

Therefore, Prince Wang said that he had to be in charge of carrying it immediately.

The exotic prince, who came from a land far beyond the continent, said so in the table of sight.

"I see. This would also convince me that it is called the land of sand. It's a very quiet sight."

A sight unlike that of this world, so desolate that the wasteland of the empire, where only a few grasses grow, still appears to be rich.

Wolfgang first thought it impossible to send soldiers to the land to strike down, intuitive that even if it did, it would mean nothing,

Consider the sophistication of the magic skills of the people of the land of sand that they can live enough to serve their country in such a land, and consider the convenience of being able to cross the continent easily without the use of dangerous ships.

"... okay. Your country and we will be friends."

The conclusion was drawn immediately.

Friendship is useful now, even if we do not know what will happen in the future.

"My daughter will be back at the castle soon. Then, let me introduce you."

From that thought, Wolfgang utters words that the young man in front of him never ceases to seek.

"... Yes!

To the words, Sharif replied with a smile.

Then a few days.

Sharif walks alone through that path that made it through the desert.

The sun's burning light falls from heaven unchanged.

(Oh, I did. desert was this kind of land)

Sharif finds the feeling interesting while heading to the place of destination.

I'm alone today. That loud little sister is not with me...... although I was desirable for a set of ice creams for takeaway as a condition I wouldn't take with me.

(Oh, this place is no different...... no, just a little different)

The usual door with the painting of a black cat is bracketed with unfamiliar boards...... make sure it says' Cats of different worlds cuisine '.

I see, it's still a long time to say six months.

With that in mind, open the door as usual.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the sound of the bell I hadn't heard in a long time, Sharif knocked at the door.

What I see is a few guests in a bright room and a bunch of paying girls moving around busily in the meantime.

I realize I'm back again to the sights I was used to seeing before I embarked on my journey.

"Welcome! Long time no see. Take your seats."

"Oh."

Noticed Sharif's visit, the usual demonic supply girl guides him to his seat and looks around.

(... I miss you)

I remember feeling that way when I confirmed that there were no people in the store.

Yes, it was. This is just how I had to wait until I started going with my sister.

Then a few years. Now Sharif is no longer just a young man back then who can just fall in love with his thoughts.

"... coffee float with ice cream. Kaffa, make it sweeter."

"Yes, I did."

With that in mind, order the usual menu, now familiar.

Tell the store owner to drop off the order, and sip the water mixed with the juice of the fruit the servant brought.

(um. Yummy)

Cold water stains his hot body in the hot desert and moisturizes his throat.

For six months, I feel a little vulnerable to the heat while I was away from the desert, crossing the sea and living in that cold empire.

Because of this, the cold water on which the ice floated seemed more sweet than before.

(... Looking forward to that)

Even water is delicious. For the first time in six months, the other world's kaffa would be more delicious.

That makes waiting even more fun.

Sit deeply in a chair and wait in a room not hot or cold. Waiting for people to think.

It was a good time to miss.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a coffee float."

Sharif flaunted his face on the coffee float he had been transported to do so.

Clear black kaffa filled with clear glass of vitreous glass and the ice floating on it.

And a white ice cream sphere with a pale yellow colour put on top of it.

For the first time in six months, the coffee float had always looked like a chareef.

(Oh, it's still this one)

Just like you always do.

(delicious... does this mean this is a different world style)

Deeply satisfied with the acidity, bitterness and sweetness of the kaffa that spreads in the first bite.

That flavor, which I haven't tasted in a long time, reminded me of when I went back to my hometown and mouthed the first kaffa served in court in a long time.

The kaffa served to the shareef during the journey did not taste good at first.

I should have picked the best of the beans I could take in the sand country and taken them, but did the beans degrade or the water differ...

It tasted different than the kaffa you put in your hometown.

(although the squire seemed to struggle a lot)

The falling flavour of the familiar kaffa for the people of the land of sand was much more problematic for the squire as well.

I was trying to change the water, flavor it with sugar and flavors, and listen to it from the nobles of the land of sand who were heading to the empire to negotiate first, and I managed to prepare a delicious kaffa.

The reward for that effort, Kaffa drinking in the Empire, that made it delicious.

But it was quite different from what was offered in the land of sand, and it was also true that he was a little dissatisfied inside about it.

That's why the usual kaffa served in my hometown felt extra delicious.

And Sharif's tongue, which has drank various kaffas during the journey, also captures sharply the taste of the otherworld-style kaffa.

The bitterness and acidity are weak compared to the chilled kaffa of the land of sand. Sweet, pretty weak too... but delicious.

It goes through my throat when it tastes different but familiar with those from Sandy Country.

(Okay, next...)

After indulging in the kaffa, Chareef takes a silver spoon placed on the side of the glass of vitreous and tackles the ice cream.

I figured it out during eating over and over again, how to enjoy a coffee float.

Take the part of the ice cream that melted slightly while being served and enjoying the kaffa, and carry it to your mouth.

The melted ice cream melts lightly over the tongue, leaving a milky flavor and sweet aroma.

After enjoying the exquisite softness, which is not melted or overmelted, I further recommend the spoon to remove the part that has not yet melted, and include it in my mouth.

Now enjoy the feeling of staying cold on your tongue for a long time, and melting ice cream cooling your tongue, sipping on the kaffa.

It is comfortable to kaffa the sweet and cold aftertaste.

(Well, let's just say it's time to sink)

That's how I turn the ice cream upside down and sink it where the ice cream is smaller than half.

Whisk and scrape the remaining ice cream on the ice to taste. Finally, the ice cream dissolves completely and dissolves in a black cupfa.

Drink that kaffa by making sure that the black, clear kaffa meets the white ice cream and has a brown hue.

The sweetness added by the ice cream and the even softer flavor of the kaffa is different than earlier.

If Kaffa ever tasted it by the throat, this one tastes heavy, like it tastes in the stomach.

(um, this is the coffee float)

Deeply satisfied with the taste.

For the first time in six months, I enjoyed the taste of a different world than before.

That was the time.

Saying chillin 'chillin', there was a noise announcing visitors, and Sharif, who saw you, looked out for you unexpectedly.

Standing there is the flowing silver-haired girl...... the beloved and inexorable man of Sharif.

She stops looking at Sharif in the store... and laughs.

It's just that Sharif's heart beats like an early bell, and I feel like Kaffa's sweetness has increased.

(Again, with Ardelheid, Kaffa feels better too...)

Now, what to do...... while still thinking about whether we should invite him from ourselves, etc., Sharif drank the rest of the kaffa.