Labyrinth Restaurant

Time returns a little.

After Simon the Heartbroken returned, the bitter air, full of Demon King restaurants, was largely better thanks to the usual regulars, who knew nothing of the circumstances.

"Ugh."

"Oh, that's pretty good, lady."

"Haha, you look great, Lime"

"I want to know"

To the hippo crushing while waiting to order, Gardo was teaching Lime how to punch his fist. That said, it's only half the play, not a full-scale martial arts coach.

Good thing the store is empty, Gardo is trying to get Lime to do the basic poking mould in the aisle, and it's funny with the parents' time. Because the bad adults are falling for it and putting it on track, Lime is also concerned about it and swinging her little hand with a boom.

One, two, one, two... and the lime that repeats moves more like a rare dance than a punch is really adorable, but if you're a discerning adult, this would be the place to stop.

Regardless of the bad people and the bad elves who are letting him take the initiative (oh my god, there was alcohol in there from the high sun), it's usually about time Alice came to a relaxing stop, but he seems to be getting a little distracted today because of one of Simon's earlier incidents.

It must have been a shock to be Alice that our good friend Simon would return home and maybe not keep coming back. Unfortunately, we still hadn't thought that the cause lay with us.

Well, if you interpret it favourably, learning martial arts from a young age is not a bad thing.

Needless to say, Gardo has done quite a bit more than that in archery, magic and knife skills to protect him from traveling and hunting in his hometown woods.

Elf elders are pointlessly masterful because their individual talents, even concomitant, are inert and continue to train for hundreds to over a thousand years, in addition to being aligned and constantly hippocampal.

This is true not only in martial arts, but also in fields such as academia and the arts, even if we train only when we feel like it, the total quantity goes far beyond the workouts that human experts have spent their entire lives in, resulting in masters and celebrities being mass-produced on their own (most, rarely, but not without geniuses beyond those elves being born into other races).

Teaching young people each move is also an outfit entertainment for the elders who have no opportunity to use that skill. Young elves also have the dimension of relaxing and training in temperament because this is another thing with a long life span, eventually finishing up as useless masters in hundreds of years (from time to time, some elves take a person as their apprentice who likes to be carefree, and that is also one reason why elves receive respect in many human states).

Lyme will also one day start walking alone in the woods, and could get lost all over the city in a labyrinth city. Whether or not you actually use force, it won't hurt to be prepared for danger, and it simply means improving your health by exercising.

Normally, Elf's martial arts workouts often start teaching around the mid teens where he can build up his physique, but nothing means he shouldn't start right now.

"All right, I'll teach you my depths specifically. You suddenly throw the sand in your pocket into the other person's eyes. Now most of our opponents are ticklish."

"Oops, is that a mystery? All right, lady, which one do you want to know if blood erupts from holes all over the body of the person you punched, or if all your guts burst?

...... You may not want to be taught much about this teacher role, but the general theory is that mastery of martial arts from an early age should not be a bad thing.

For the record, there are more "protective techniques" in this world than modern Earth moves that are becoming competitive, if they are in action oriented and eggy. I assume not only interpersonal, but also against demons, so I don't say exactly where, but it's not uncommon to decide or crush a part of your body.

"Well, I gave you a good one."

And, because Lime is tired, this audition is over.

If I kept doing this, it would have been dangerous given the possibility that both drunkards of poor nature would have taught their favorite toddlers a number of ethically out moves. Well, whatever the timid moves of Time, Gard isn't the kind of moves you can use overnight, so Lime won't be able to do it (yet for the time being).

"Thank you for waiting"

Just when their play came to a paragraph, Alice also carried the items on the order. Above the basin is a line of beautifully colored and adorable treats.

A thorough chestnut exhaustion: Mont Blanc in pie on chestnut tart, maroon ice cream on chestnut rasse, sweet-boiled tempura on chestnut kintan, and even chestnut-flavored maroon tea to accompany the treat. The Demon King has recently tried a variety of chestnut menus that are in full autumn and season, and he actively recommends them to his customers.

"Delicious, delicious"

Gard is pouring hot chestnut dust into his mouth with the momentum he's just saying "dull is a drink," and the Elf sisters are losing out on it and savoring seasonal flavors one after another. Especially Lyme is momentum enough to move her body and make her stomach hungry or inflate her little cheeks like squirrels.

"This is delicious"

My particular favorite is the Mont Blanc, which squeezes chestnut cream elongated over crispy meringues to make it look like a mountain. What a bright yellow sweet stew sitting right on the top of a mountain of sweet cream.

If you can cut a smooth pile of cream with a silver fork and carry it to your mouth, your head is going to be swayed by the chestnut flavor until it's intense. Moreover, subdued raw and custard creams are also planted on the inside, and their combination with chestnut flavors creates another new flavor.

"Hmm? What, if you don't eat..."

"Is that it? If you don't want it..."

I'll take whatever I like. The lime of the pie at the end took the sweet simmer that was on the top to the end, but the delicious adults caught an eye on it.

But don't worry.

"No"

Frightened by the glare that included Lime's killing, Gardo and Time rushed to pull in their hands with forks.

Food resentment is horrible.

He seemed instinctively critical enough to wake up drunk in an instant to the feeling that he wouldn't know what he would do if he got his hands on it. She was a terrible toddler.

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The treats on the table were also cleaned up in advance, and Lime, who had dried up a little muddy maroon tea at the end, said "Welcome" satisfactorily. Apparently, numerous chestnut treats were very popular.

Besides, I also ask Alice for a takeaway treat when I first ordered it, so I can still eat good food when I get home.

It's a good idea to make it dinner dessert tonight, or it's hard to throw away the luxury of decorating tomorrow's breakfast. I was thinking about taking it all the way to the flower garden at the end of the village to get it for him and taking a nap as it is...... and other troublesome and fun plans.

I will distribute it to my parents and neighbors as well so my share will be reduced, but still Lime was in a very good mood...... until this time.

"... Speaking of which... we were close, and you better tell him..."

"What's going on?

Lyme, who was in a good mood, noticed Alice squirming to herself with a difficult face as she looked at her face.

Alice remembered that Lyme and Simon had been friends with something for a long time.

If Simon leaves this city tomorrow morning, he'd be sad to break up like this without knowing anything, or at least let him say goodbye...... Alice was thinking of something like that.

"Actually, Simon..."

Alice told Lyme exactly what Claude and Irina had told her earlier.

I also told him that Simon had collapsed in shock for "some reason" and that he was planning to return home only temporarily, but that he might not come back again for “some reason”. I told him.

"Yes."

Lime's reply was as light as usual with less words.

"Tell me, tell me"

"Oh, yes."

Alice thought Lime was going to say goodbye to Simon. If your departure is early tomorrow morning, you may not be able to afford to take the time to say hello, and that's how I thought you were going to visit the embassy where Simon lives by the end of the day. Not only Alice, but Time, the guardian, and Gardo, the outsider, thought that would be the place.

The thought of those adults was approximated, at this time Lime's gaze looked sharply over the table lined with empty dishes. A number of plates, forks, teacups, sugar jars, vials of salt and pepper, and menu tables. There was nothing strange about that, especially just the line of products with no weird philosophy whatsoever......

"Let's go."

"Oh, if that's the case, I have to stop by before I go home. I'm sorry, but I need your account."

Ready Lime left the store to pull his fluttering time still intoxicated.

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And time returns to the present.

Claude told Simon and Lisa that the more we talked, the more negative the vicious circle we were in, the more rewarding the visitors.

"Young man, you can see Mr. Lime and Mr. Time. Would you like to come through here?

"What, the lime?... Right, you should see the guy too. Well, show him around."

For Simon, a royalty, Lyme is the first "reciprocal" friend of his age to be born. I was sticking with something, but those are also difficult and preferred experiences if you think back later, and I never hate them. It's not the same kind of thing to point at Alice, but it's someone you can say you're fond of.

He is depressed, but Simon, who decided it was against courtesy to return home without even saying goodbye to his friends, ordered Claude to bring the Limes.

And then the lime and thyme came to Simon's private room after losing so much.

"Ooh, lime. I'm sorry, but I..."

Simon couldn't say the rest of that.

Oh, my God, you come into the room. No, Lime punched Simon in the face thoughtfully with such momentum that his nosebleeds erupted strongly.