The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

A restaurant run by the Japanese in the Dwarf Kingdom.

Unleashed from the responsibility of being a chef at a meeting where dignitaries from all over the country gather, and where Mr. Jouzou is cooking with a refreshing smile, the shop is still busy with many dwarves today.

"Hey! Please replace the curry!

"This is an assortment of fries!

"Add the okonomiyaki -!

And once seated, last. The Dwarves, who will not return until satisfied, will place one additional order after another.

"Yes, I'm home!

And in such a store, the Dwarves are responding to their orders, not the owner, Mr. Jouzou, but a man with a small shaved mustache.

You look pretty young, but you also look pretty old because of your mustache piercing, which doesn't make your age clear.

"Store manager. Assortment of curry and fries, plus okonomiyaki."

"Copy that, Mr. Denken. Take it with you because you could omelet it."

"I understand."

This man, known as Mr. Denken, is a cook who came to Mr. Jouzou to apprentice with special permission from His Majesty Lars.

While Gardia and Merdia were wondering who they were sending, they were the elite ones sent by Fitzgard just waiting.

Besides the level where you can safely leave the food to yourself, you can also expect the order to be well noted and accounted for without mistake, not just a cook, but rather well educated.

"And affection is good, isn't it? I was wondering if a more prized 'don't make me do anything but cook' would come."

"Ha ha. If someone like that came, I'd have had to cry to Mr. Lars."

Mr. Barra sifting a knife around Mr. Denken like that.

Mr. Jouzou seems too busy to help with the rush at meals these days.

While Mr. Jouzou is worried about his beard, he is steadily eroding that personal space.

"What are you guys!

"Hmm? Another fight?

"No.... sounds more troublesome"

When Mr. Jouzou's face came out of the kitchen in response to a sudden outcry he heard, there was a man with a sword, a knightly escort, who was noble.

"Yes! Out of the way, Dwarves! Who do you think I am?

I don't know.

That's what everyone who was on the spot thought, but I held my mouth because I was sure it would be a pain in the ass if I actually put it in my mouth.

"Another nobleman."

"Sounds like it. I'm gonna go for a second."

"Be careful."

It is Mr. Jouzou's shop, which is becoming a little famous, but because of this, occasionally nobles from Fitzgard and Merdia come to the store.

Most of the time, there are only likes of things that come all the way to these end-of-place shops, and they come in sneak without revealing their identities, but occasionally these unreadable aristocrats (idiots) of the air come.

If the benign knights of Merdia were present, they would be a little grown up, but unfortunately the only customers today are Dwarves, and the great old man is knocking on Nori.

"I'm sorry. It's full now, please wait……………………"

"Then get the Dwarves out of the way."

……

The light went out of Mr. Jouzou's eyes, blocked in the middle of explaining it.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

"Jaw elephant. I'm done eating straw. I'll be right back."

"Oh. My deepest apologies."

"Fine, fine. 'Cause I'll let you come back at night."

"A treat."

You didn't see Mr. Jouzou being bullied, or the Dwarves sitting at the table will take their seats drinking up the liquor they had left at once.

"Hmm. Clean it up now"

"……… Please wait"

And an old man sitting ramblingly in that seat and Mr. Jouzou responding with a smile.

Gradually, the Dwarves are killing themselves and the knights of the escort are making them look uncomfortable.

"What can I get you?

"Bring the curry and the dots"

"Certainly."

I usually ask if I need anything to go with or drink here, but I don't have that much room for Mr. Jouzou right now. I take orders pale.

The Dwarves, too, started eating food with their gaze back to see if it would be okay if it stayed that way.

"Then. Kick out all the filthy dwarves."

……

I did. I fucked up.

They're noble, but they don't have a formal national relationship with the human country, and they don't go to this Dwarf who knows about the human identity system.

The Dwarves took a rattling seat at the same time, and the knights of the escort said, "I've done it!" I look to heaven all the time.

"Customer, can we get there?"

"Ahem? What are you..."

He was an old man with a voice that I didn't think was very aristocratic, but when I saw the clerk who called out - Mr. Denken - he stuck in words.

"So, Denken ko..."

"Yes stop. May I speak to you for a moment? … Sir Romberg"

I'm Mr. Denken, who smiles and taps his old man's shoulder, but his eyes aren't laughing.

"You know what happens when you defy me, don't you, Aan?," his eyes say.

"Store manager. Break in."

"Ah, hi. Go ahead."

"Chi, it's not. This is different -!?

The old man, dragged straight out of the store by Mr. Denken, and the chasing knights of the escort.

The leftover Mr. Jouzou and the Dwarves will drop it off in disdain.

"…… I wonder if Denken or Lord Denken."

"…… it's faster to count them both from the top."

Seeing a series of sights, Mr. Jouzou and Mr. Burra roughly guessed who Mr. Denken was.

I asked Mr. Denken once later, "I don't care, but is it okay if I ask the manager? I decided I wasn't told."

The other world is still peaceful today.