The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Unpopular, out of ruins.

(Oh, the night has dawned...)

Gordon thought again that the world was unfair as the night dawned and brightened in the morning sunlight.

... the door written in the letters of "Cat of different world cuisine" and the master showed up at some point.

(Oh my goodness. You're finally back)

I look at the girl who came out of the store door sounding the chillin 'chillin' and bells, whispering unheard, then dropping her off.

The neighborhood has been desolate for about a hundred years, and because of demons and lost ghosts, there are few ruins to dwell in the Wang capital.

It would be about the countrymen who know nothing about how confident they are of their strength to make this place a mess.

Therefore, by order of the Master, Gordon is secretly escorting her home from this scene.

Master says she's gaining close protection from a powerful being, to a powerful curse, but in case that happens, let's not.

(but the world is unfair)

Gordon caresses unexpectedly over his forehead when he sees the girl's beautifully washed clothes and the horns of a black goat protruding from her golden, creamy hair.

The feel of a section of a tight corner, different from the human skin and the feel of the hair. This is a testament to Gordon being a 'demon tribe'.

(That said, I couldn't be a magician if I stayed, or live decently before then... I can't help it)

Sigh. It is a self-question that I do not know how many times I have repeated before.

Hi. I hear your father was a demon. That's what my mother, who died when Gordon was young, said. I don't know if it's true or false.

Now that the Demons have lost to human heroes and seventy years have passed, the Demons have two kinds of things in large part.

He who does not hide that he is a demon, and he who hides.

The demons, who do not hide that they are demonic, live in the ruling possessions and imperial capitals of the 'Demon King', who is primarily the empire… the next greatest nobleman supposedly of His Majesty the Emperor in his country.

Yes, the Empire, that horrible gathering of bloody barbarians, is treated equally to humans, even demons, in relation to the fact that it has spread its prints by driving them into battle without demons.

The continent is vast, and the more stars there are, including the smaller countries, say, and only empires and their subordinates are dealing with demons as nobles, starting with the Demon King.

And the kingdoms and principalities that continue to conflict with the Empire do not recognize the Demonic Nation as' reciprocal '.

I 'acquiesce' to the presence of demonic tribes among the lower people, slaves, adventurers and mercenaries out of order, but I never recognize them as the people of the country.

No matter how much credit you make, you will never be taken up on the side that moves your country, nor will it ever be uncommon for a man without heart to persecute by saying that he is a demon tribe.

It may be that there is no alternative to the fear of the demons, who have repeatedly destroyed and killed in this human society since ancient times, and the threat of an evil empire working with such demons to make this continent ours.

But for the Demons, who were born as Demons outside the Empire, and who were born with weak protection of the Evil Gods, that is purely enough.

... If you can't admit it anyway, you can hide that you are a demon.

Some demons who only reinforced that thought at any time in their hard, painful, and poor lives "abandon" being demons.

If any part of the world that needs to be cut off, such as horns, tails, or feathers, is manifested as a sign of the devil's people, they can cut it off and pretend to be human.

And they abandon their homeland, where they know they are demons, and live as just human beings in strange cities.

The troublesome thing is, the Demon Nation takes the child as the Demon Nation, no matter who the other person they interact with.

Therefore, it is not so uncommon to realize for the first time that a child born is a Demon without any semblance, and that the other person was a Demon.

Gordon was his mouth, too. He said that when he was born as a whore's son in the Glades, he did have horns on his forehead.

And it seems that his mother, who was human, saw Gordon's little horn and decided to raise him as a human being. The corner was cut off shortly after it was laid off, leaving only a trace of it on his forehead.

Then, nearly twenty years later, fewer people have lived since that time, and very few people know that Gordon is a demon.

Specifically, only Altrius, the great sage, the hard-mouthed midwife who took himself up, and the master who saw from his magic that he was a demon tribe.

Altrius became his own disciple after stumbling upon Gordon, who was a slum-raised chimp, to have the talent necessary for a magician.

It does not reveal to the other, many disciples that they are demonic, just as human magicians.

From the former, Artrius the Great Sage was a man very keen to drill magic knowledge and skill, and to cultivate backwardness so that magic could develop even after his death.

Therefore, it was also a vicious meal that even the princess of a half-elf in another country would disciple if she saw it as talented.

Master Altrius said that the magic resided innate in Gordon, perhaps also thanks to the horns obtained as the protection of the demonic tribe.

According to The Rule of thumb, which has once defeated countless demons, including demon kings, demons with powerful magic often have horns.

Most importantly, the girl in front of me, who doesn't know her name, seems to have a little more magic than the average person for growing horns, so it doesn't always apply because she can't be a magician.

(Well, let's just say I'll send it today)

Such an escort for a girl who is a demon like no other than a normal human being. That was the job that Gordon, perhaps the only demon tribe who is now doing Altrius' disciples, asked me to do.

Gordon hissed off to the adventurer's house where the girl seems to be twisting now.

Then seven days later.

(... again. Again, you seem to be revealing the night over there)

Also, remembering a little frustration and anxiety at the girl who wouldn't come back at dawn, Gordon saw the sun going up and down at dawn.

Apparently, the middle of the night road is dangerous, so he decided to reveal the night in the other world beyond the door before returning.

(From now on, let's go back once and come before dawn)

Yes, that Gordon is secretly determined.

A sound echoed in the chillin 'chillin' and dawn sky.

(Oops, you're back)

It was the usual demonic girl who came out of there. I have a cage in my hand.

Is the girl looking for someone, looking around...

"... Oh, that! Are you Mr. Gordon?

... for some reason I approached Gordon to talk to him.

"... yes, but what the hell can I do for you?

Gordon asks, sipping a saggy spit at the girl whose stomach smelled awful.

I stand quite well with this child secretly escorted, but this was the first time I had talked more than a greeting.

"Actually, Mr. Rothkatsu... uh, my regular grandfather at the store asked me to. He asked me to give Mr. Gordon breakfast.

Oh, my grandfather's paying me, so I'm fine!

The words remind me that the other world that this child is going to was a 'cat of different world cuisine' restaurant.

And the fact that the master seems to like the dish very much.

"... let's have it"

A magician is also a scholar who holds the discipline of magic. Gordon receives the dish from the girl out of curiosity as to what kind of dish comes out at all.

I smell good from earlier...... does this smell like freshly baked bread?

With that in mind, I take the cage cover and see the food inside.

"... this is silver, is it?

The food in the cage was covered with a thin silver cloth like paper.

"No, anything is metal called aluminum, and it looks like silver, but it's completely different. When you get into your mouth, it tingles so much that you should peel it off and eat it properly."

"... oh"

Gordon takes one of the wraps as he nods at the girl who smiles and says something a little scary.

The heat of the wrap creases into the cold body due to being out of the night for a long time, and the teasing hands loosen.

(... strange metal. what the hell it is)

With that in mind, peel off the silver cloth.

Even thin as a cloth, the metal has a metallic, wrinkly touch that breaks easily.

What I saw the moment that the wrap was torn was freshly baked bread with so much heat.

Brown bread, just like cut the square in half.

Given that baked and sun-dated and hardened bread is normal, freshly baked bread with its characteristic heat is also a treat in the Wang capital.

(Sounds like superior bread from the smell...)

The bread you see under the morning sun has a tight surface. Could it be bread that has re-baked the surface?

The streets of the fire seem uniform, no burning is found, and they have a beautiful wheat color.

It reminds me that I feel saggy and throat at the scent that drifts, and that I am hungry.

After eating yesterday evening, I was awake until dawn and my stomach was completely empty.

Carry the bread to your mouth as it flows...... croak.

(Huh!? This is a piece of equipment!

The bread was much thinner than I thought.

The moment a tooth stands on a hard, brittle surface, it is crushed and scattered with a crisp touch, and the ingredients put inside pop out.

It tastes like something I've never eaten. Fine, oily meat with a hint of acidity and spiciness, appears to be mixed with chopped oranier and curry.

The bread on the surface is fragrant like baked bread, while the interior is soft by inhaling the utensil's water.

It is the shaky touch and flavour of vegetables with just a little fire that strikes me along with the flavour of such a fragrant bread, fresh in itself and without bitterness.

It was the seasoned meat that was drawn to it.

(What meat is this?

Gordon unexpectedly looks at the surface of the unknown, but delicious meat.

The meat has a skin colour, flavoured with white and sour condiments.

(colors like raw pork and chicken meat... but the touch was clearly a fire through. What the hell is this?

"Oh, that's a tuna hot sandwich, made from fish meat. It's delicious."

Girl mouths the answer as she puts out her analytical habits as a mage and thinks about what this is.

"... right, fish. Fish was delicious."

For Gordon, who had hardly ever left Wang Du, fish was an unknown food.

It's not even available in the Wang capital, but I hear that the fresh ones are very expensive and not in the mouth of the common people, and that the dried or taken in the river, as even the common people can get, are not extra delicious.

That's why I never bothered to eat.

"Right. I've never heard of it before."

The girl also replies with a sneer to Gordon's words. She also found out that something called fish would be a delicious dish only after she started going 'over there'.

Talking about that, a hot sandwich, only the size of a palm, instantly disappears into Gordon's belly.

"Which is one more thing..."

Of course, one can't be enough for Gordon's belly, which is still a young man, and he takes a hot sandwich that still contains some.

"Oh, I was. Today's hot sandwiches alternate between two flavors of hot sandwiches, so that's a different flavor than earlier."

"Really?"

To that word, then break the wrap wondering what it tastes like next.

And the hot sandwich that came out, I guess, tastes different. I can see it from the gap between pink meat and brown bread where the pale yellow ones were roasted.

(Well, what flavor...)

Carry it to your mouth with that in mind, and scowl.

The flavour of the soft and intense spreads with the touch of the sakuri bread.

Among them the pink one was smoked meat and the pale yellow one was cheese.

Thinly chopped smoked meat. Smoked meat, which is largely weaker in salt than what is normally sold and would not be suitable for preservation, would be delicious even if eaten as is.

That's salty, mixed with hot, melted cheese, spreading in your mouth with the aroma of the bread and the tingling spiciness that seems to be mixed with something.

Taste of cheese and smoked meat, which I could eat in a way. That sounds hungry.

If you eat one, the other. One more if you eat another.

I can't stop eating hot sandwiches in the cage instantly.

"Go ahead. It's tea. There's plenty of them."

I just ate everything and took a breather, and the girl gives me a drink in a small vessel.

"Oh, thank you"

Take it casually and drink it.

The heat of hot tea goes through my throat. That flies the cold at dawn.

Warm food and drink, its warmth warmed Gordon's body and loosened his mind.

Well, exhale. The feeling of being filled with delicious things in your belly is comforting.

Says the girl who was watching Gordon soaking in it as she nicked.

"Well, the one who's always watching over me, right?

"... you were aware"

Gordon was a little surprised by the words.

I grew up in an urban town with Gordon. I was also going to erase some of the signs, even if they were not comparable to the bandits and scouts in office.

"Uh, yes. Because I made many mistakes. I say Aletta. Thank you for everything."

But the girl... Aletta and I are in business. Seeing and remembering customers, memorizing food orders, serving and cleaning up quickly.

I've been repeating that.

That's why I noticed. There's always someone different.

"... it's Gordon. Never mind. It's a favor from my master."

And Gordon turned a blind eye to Aletta's introduction, saying hello for the first time.