The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

At the usual time, the usual place.

Hearing the closing sound of the chillin 'chillin' and ringing doors, Heinrich put his face and hands on the pain in his stomach that had suddenly struck him.

"Ah, welcome!

"Oh."

Guided by the service of the demon tribe, who had become a totally familiar face, his face was not floating, even as he sat in his seat.

(stomach aches)

Not long ago, the information that my men's knights half-heartedly brought was dangerous and important enough to warrant an extraordinary vicious report.

There are signs of large-scale Mossman breeding in the back of the woods.

Information brought to you for a bounty by a stream adventurer who asked to explore the woods near the fort in search of whether they were medicinal herbs or nuts.

Behind the woods, there was a nest of flying demons that emitted intense poison, where they fled home attacked by winged monsters.

... it was an 'experiential economy' event for Heinrich some years ago.

It is the great breeding of Mossman.

(No, I haven't decided yet...... but)

Heinrich himself, the one who keeps the fort, is stopped from going, and he prepares to build a scout from the soldiers who are in the fort and send them to investigate.

There is no certainty. I wish it was some mistake or a small herd.

(But will it be like that time?)

It was an unforgettable and terrible battle for Heinrich. A knight and a soldier from the glorious principality had to send one Heinrich, who was still young, to the fort and wait for rescue.

If Heinrich had done all he could then, and fallen, the fort would have fallen, and the Principality would have suffered great damage.

The same thing is about to happen again.

Mossman, who flies around the sky with no swords or spears to reach and sprinkles poison, is a very troublesome opponent.

If we try to fight properly, we have to bring in a large number of well-armed archers or magicians.

… No matter how the principality, one of the greatest powers in the eastern continent, does not have a great deal of power in the border fortifications.

It was impossible to deal with Mossman's army.

(No, it's a lot better than then... at least I have time to get ready before they attack me)

Fortunately, unlike that time when we were totally ambushed, we had more or less time to prepare.

Even if the battle is inevitable, it won't be as bad as last time.

Historical princes never craved and invaded the territory unless their territorial ambitions were so dim, but they had also fought for a long time against the ancient kingdom, which turned into a nest of the immortal, and were sensitive to defense.

If the results of this investigation can really confirm the massive outbreak of Mossman, they will understand the importance of the matter by reporting the facts and send troops.

It is because of that conclusion that Heinrich dares to try to keep the doyo as usual.

"Order, I'll ask...... uh, can I fly shrimp?

"Oh, I... no"

I'm unfamiliar with it, trying to order my usual fried shrimp for a new brunette I've been in lately, and I reconsider.

I don't really have an appetite because of my anxiety.

Um, the combination of a tartare sauce with a strong taste of eggs on a soft shripe body and fried clothes is very appealing, but I'm not in the mood a bit.

"Is there a dish with shripes that's, like, light and easy to eat?

A situation where I have a slight stomach ache but not so much that I can only eat about soup or porridge.

There was certainty that there would probably be corresponding dishes in this store.

Besides, this black-haired service is as familiar with cooking as it is with shopkeepers, as it is with people from different worlds.

Then the servant thought for a little while, and uttered the name of the dish that satisfied the conditions sought.

"If so... how about some shrimp and roe cold pasta or something?

It was an unexpected dish for Heinrich.

"Cold pasta?... are you cold?"

Cold meal. That's just what Heinrich puts on his face a little bit.

Heinrich is a knight who runs through the wilderness, falls on the battlefield, and fights demons and enemy soldiers on the battlefield.

I know that a warm meal can be a luxury on the battlefield, and I'm used to a second meal, such as flavor, that just fills my stomach and only thinks about preservation.

But this is a different world cafeteria. It is a restaurant.

I know you can serve cold food in this strange store, but most of it should have been in the drinks or confectionery category.

I know that you may not be able to eat warm dishes during the march or during the operation, but there is no awareness that they are deliberately served in a restaurant. And.

"Pasta is the most commonly eaten noodle dish in the kingdom, right? Is it something that tastes good when it's cold?

I've heard there's pasta food in the kingdom that has been sprinkled with wheat and dried, and I've seen guests eat things like that in this store.

But that should have been a hot dish with hot air, usually made.

You will be eaten even if the time is cold, but if you ask me if it tastes good, I don't know.

"It's cold, not chilled pasta. Pretty different. Just about now, it's delicious in the summer months."

To such Heinrich's question, the black-haired servitude returns words with laughter.

I don't think the words are fake and I feel certain they are delicious.

"I see... shall I get that then"

And Heinrich, too, rethinks.

This is a different world dining room. I am well aware of the fact that Heinrich's common sense serves strange dishes, and most importantly, he has never had a bad dish here.

"Yes, please wait a moment"

That said, the brunette service pulled into the back.

I often wait to see what kind of food comes out.

"Thank you for waiting!

The service of the blonde Demon Clan brings the food.

A thin noodle dyed in a pale flower colour is placed on top of it with a slightly smaller round red and white coloured shripe.

There is no appearance of hot air just because it is chilled pasta.

I can't say that the amount served on a pottery plate is too much, but I wouldn't have to say that it's just right for Heinrich now, who doesn't have an appetite.

Drink the water mixed with fruit juice and Heinrich takes the fork.

(Now, let's eat... Mentaiko sure sounds familiar)

I do think it was food made in the kingdom.

I've heard it's made from fish eggs, but I've never eaten it.

(Well, try it and you'll see)

Wrap the thin noodles around them like hair and transport them to your mouth.

(Whew... this has the flavor of mayonnaise that it is used in tartare sauce... no)

That noodle dish I ate for the first time tasted unexpectedly soft.

Milky flavors and slight acidity. This tastes close to the tartare sauce also used for fried shrimp.

According to other customers, that would be the flavour of the mayonnaise seasoning used when making tartare sauce.

In addition, it contains the tingling spiciness not found in tartare sauce.

I remember nothing about this spiciness.

(Togalan? I see, unexpectedly)

Apparently the Mentaiko uses Togalan.

Heinrich learned for the first time that the spiciness of Togalan was unexpected for the flavor of tartare sauce.

(And this bump and spreading salt air... I see, fish eggs)

I have a bumpy touch in my mouth. Very small, about the size of a grain of sand.

It easily crumbles when pressed with teeth or tongue, throwing the flavor trapped inside over the tongue.

Salty and delicious, the smell of the sea.

They spread all over the place and flow down the back of my throat.

The flavour is too strong if it is a stand-alone product, and the soft tartare sauce and the thin noodles that often intertwine with them make it reasonably easy to eat.

This would make it so delicious that this plate is not enough.

"Hmmm...... that's good"

It doesn't stick to the guts, but I feel delicious, like I'm going to stick it in for it.

Delicious things lighten your mind just that.

I felt that way.

"Well, next up is Shripe"

For a bite, I reached for Shripe, my destiny, where I enjoyed Mentaiko and noodles.

Compared to what is used for shrimp fries, the slightly smaller shrimp is lightly through the fire, drawing clean stripes.

Plus, let the flower-colored sauce hang tightly together and carry it to your mouth, where you can play pussy in your mouth.

Compared to the usual fried shrimp, the shrimp and the intense saltiness of Mentaiko surround it with the soft acidity of the mayonnaise.

Taste it that far, and the rest was in no time.

Heinrich kept eating and noticed the problem with this dish.

(Not enough......)

Is it because of a dish that belongs to a thick flavoring, much less the way it is served?

"Order, please! Take your place for now! And shrimp fries, please."

If so, there is one way to resolve it.

(You'll figure it out. This time, I was able to deal with it quickly)

The dark clouds that were standing in my heart left with hunger.