Labyrinth Restaurant

A Serious Youth Knight Perspective

That day, as usual, I was working out in the Knights' Training Ground.

I did the usual menu of sword barebacks, mould exercises, muscle tresses, hand sets, etc., but there was one thing that wasn't normal.

What a king wanted in the training ground. I didn't hear from you beforehand, so is it a spot inspection? Especially not that I'm usually out of hand, but I'm more in the mood than usual if the king is watching.

But who is the unfamiliar brunette girl beside the king?

It doesn't even seem like something interesting for a young woman to see, such as a training ground, but it could be some high-ranking noble lady, or a royal princess of another country staying in the kingdom, to observe from what the king himself directs.

She had a rare view of the unfamiliar sight.

After a while, the king spoke to His Highness the Knights. I didn't know the details of the story because I was just looking at it from a distance, but apparently it wasn't a very interesting story. I can see the look on the face of Lord Commander. It got cloudy.

At the end of the conversation, Lord Commander ordered the knights who were in the training ground to interrupt their training and vacate the place.

What the hell does it mean to start?

I knew the answer right away.

What a one-on-one match between the earlier girl and Lord Commander at the king's life.

Introduction I thought that was some kind of joke. Lord Commander is a user who will undoubtedly enter the tripod in this country as well, and the opposing girl does not appear to have any experience of martial arts from the frightened standing behavior of what armor is wearing, and when the two are lined up, they look as different as Ogi and Xiaozhi.

But the king's expression is serious and doesn't look like he's telling me to play a game with a joke. As a knight, it is a serious matter, but so much so that for a moment I doubted the king's distraction.

It's just that the most perplexing thing on this occasion would be Lord Commander. Our martial arts are supposed to be wielded for a people without the power to fight, but it is not something that should be forgiven if we are supposed to fight that weak maiden. It can't be against the king's life for a knight.

In the end, Lord Commander of the Regiment seems to have decided to end the game as soon as possible, so as not to cause fear or pain to the girl as much as possible.

When he pulled out his sword, the captain took his place toward the girl.

The girl confronting him at a distance of about five meters remains handless.

But at some point, if you noticed, she had a beautiful sword in her hand.

Shamefully, I couldn't see when I pulled out my sword. Lord Commander, that seemed the same and I can feel surprise from the signs.

Between the two, a king acting as a referee stood up and raised his hand, and waved it down at the same time as the "beginning" voice.

The next moment it came with a settlement.

The girl, who moved at a speed that could not even be seen at the same time as the signal of initiation, was sticking the cutting-edge of the sword in her hand to the neck of the chief.

The training ground was filled with unusual silence and confusion.

Lord Commander is blushing his face and sweating cold from all over his body.

Only one king seems calm as if it were a natural consequence.

Was that girl faking her strength? Even if all the amateurish looks up to now are acts, I can't even imagine how high the skill is that Lord Commander can't even react.

The girl, who is a party to it, is bewildered as if she were bewildered by her movements.

But this degree of amazement was still a prelude. When the king struck the girl in the ear, the sword in the girl's hand changed shape and turned into a spear of about two meters.

I've seen and heard of weapons changing shape...

No, I've heard of it. The legend of the brave man that he was once summoned to this world, the holy sword that appears there, supposedly changed his appearance freely to suit every battle station. I thought it was a mixed story of the creation or exaggeration of future generations, but isn't that deforming like the legendary Holy Sword itself?

And the king told everyone who the girl was.

The name of the brave Lisa summoned by the king from another world.

Stunning spreads among everyone who hears it.

But coming to my chest at this time was unprecedented joy.

The legend of the brave man I yearned for in my young days, the joy of being able to stand at the birth of that new legend, filled my breasts.

After that, Lisa played several games because she was accustomed to the Sacred Sword, but she couldn't make an attack by herself or avoid it.

I was also allowed to serve as the opponent of the game only once, but naturally I failed as if I could not see through the evolutionary and liberal movement of the Holy Sword, which has changed into a double sword.

It's the first time I've ever learned that losing to someone who makes too much of a difference means learning exclamation rather than remorse.

A week later, Lisa decided to travel and a few of them were chosen by the Knights as escorts to accompany her on the journey. Regardless of whether you need an escort for Master Lisa, who boasts an overwhelming strength, it must be a very honorable task.

And luckily, I was chosen as one of them.

in the battle against the Demon King. Or I might lose my life.

But if you're going to die in the service of Master Lisa, it's your main hope.

Maybe my name will be spoken in future generations when the legend of Master Lisa is spoken. In fact, several heroes and heroes appeared in the legend of previous generations of brave men who also fought alongside brave men, and they are still the longing of children all over the world.

My name is spoken as a hero. The day before the trip, the last night I spent in the Knights' quarters dreaming about such a future went even further.

... The next day, in an incident, I was to turn back to the King's Capital, and I never expected to spend another night in the quarters where I was supposed to say goodbye.

A Sweet Female Knight Perspective

That was at noon the day I went on a journey with Master Lisa.

Leaving King's Capital in the morning, we proceeded without any particular trouble and were to take a small pause in an open place along the street around noon.

Each of the companions takes a break drinking water or grabbing dried meat.

Sometimes I am the same sex as Lisa, and the escort, of course, was ordered by her superior officer to take care of me in detail during the journey. Luckily, Master Lisa is a gentle person of a calm personality, and I think she was able to break it down to some extent by having some light chatter or something on the road so far.

I asked him if he had anything he wanted, such as water or food, during the break, and he asked me to help him prepare the fireworks because he wanted to put them on fire. They want to use fire to make lunch on everything.

Typically, meals during a journey just scratch dried meat, bread, etc. Or you may make a simple soup or something if you can afford the water, but basically it doesn't mean cooking that elaborate first.

I could cook to that extent, and I offered to cook to annoy Lisa, but that offer was turned down. She wants to cook with your own hands.

When Lisa removed ingredients and frying pans such as eggs and bread from the carriage, she began cooking handily. Its handy is not comparable to mine or anything else.

The dish, they say, is a different world dish called "Fluffy and Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" That's what Lisa told me when I watched her cook on the side.

As the cooking process progresses, the area begins to smell sweet.

You smelled it. My fellow knights have gathered around the bonfire. While we watched the cooking intriguing, Lisa continued to work handily, and a few minutes later, the "flutter" was ready for everyone on the spot.

I will stare at the dish offered.

I've become interested in something called cooking from different worlds, and it looks and smells delicious.

When I never took a bite of my will, it spread in my mouth a gentle sweetness that was heterogeneous to honey and fruit, like I had never eaten before.

Delicious.

It's a flavor I've never had, but it's really delicious.

As I forgot about my first anxiety, I quickly ate the "fluffy" on the plate. If you look at it, the people around you look the same.

Besides, I'm surprised that even if Lisa says it's so delicious, this time it's done precisely there, and there's plenty of room for it to taste better.

That's not a big deal in front of that delicious thing, although there was a "little trouble” after doing too many changes.

Later on, when Lisa told me I could use ice magic, she asked me to help her cook a dish called "Aasuri no".

I accidentally ran out of magic and fell because it's a fierce magic drain, but I have no regrets if it's for that delicious taste.

Master Lisa had apologized many times to me for falling and lying in the carriage, but as for this one, I'd rather thank you. But he said he would cook a dish called "pudding" to apologize, so I wouldn't hesitate to take that.

A Carnivorous Old Sage Perspective

I don't know how many days I've been traveling with a brave lady.

The brave lady, for short, seemed to be good at cooking, and after the journey, I made this dish as elaborate as I thought it would be in the morning, noon and evening and every meal, and I left it with the accompanying eagles.

I have eaten all kinds of things from delicacies and delicacies to getemonos from different countries only to live there for a long time, but this is the first time I have ever had dishes from different worlds on boulders.

Even though the ingredients themselves are something you can buy on the market in this country, they were completely different from the dishes that come out at the restaurants in this country. Apparently, the culture of food in different worlds is way ahead of this world.

No, not exactly in food, but in other cultures. Overall, it seems to be going better than this world. During the journey, I heard a lot about the world called Chicu, the home of the brave man, but there is no magic in Chicu, but instead the discipline called Kagaku is developed to produce a variety of karaki.

Unfortunately, the brave man doesn't seem to be familiar with the expertise of his hand, but he still has interesting stories.

But more interesting to me than anything else is her holy sword.

Because the specialty in the study of the magic of the eagle is the production of magic props and, ultimately, the reproduction of the holy sword held by the brave. The family line of the eagle has been studying its frontiers for generations.

That also seems to be due to the fact that several generations ago my ancestors served the brave men of my ancestors and actually witnessed the power of the Holy Sword. Your greatly impressed ancestors devoted their lives to research even after the brave defeated the Demon King and returned to their homeland, and generations of descendants have since taken over the research.

But after hundreds of years, we're still on target. Although I have been successful in developing and improving various magic props as a by-product of my research, I am also sure that I honestly feel stuck.

But he came here and said a new brave man had been summoned.

When I actually saw her use the power of the Holy Sword, I couldn't stop trembling because of her age and excitement. Maybe we can use the real Sacred Sword, the research point, as a research material.

Washi forcibly obtained permission to ask the king to accompany her on her journey. Now he looks great as a king, but he was an educator when he was a kid, so he can't lift his head.

That's how I honestly don't care about the Demon King, but that's how I flogged my old bones to accomplish the clan's grief and embarked on a journey.

Well, aside from that.

The brave man prepared a large chunk of meat on the slab to prepare for dinner tonight.

I don't like meat, but my teeth are getting weaker these days because of my age and I'm having difficulty chewing off hard meat. I need to ask Brave to thinly slice my share of the eagle...

But the brave man went into unusual behavior here. Cut the meat, or finely sliced, and moved the knife at an incredible speed to make it even finer than that.

Mix together the finely chopped onions and seasoning in the meat, which has grown as small as a wheat grain in the egg, and mold it to a size sufficient to fit in the palm of your hand. And if you bake the sauce in a frying pan, it's going to be a dish called "Hanba-gu".

After a bite, I knew exactly why I bothered to fine-tune the meat once without cooking it as it was before molding it back.

The meat falls apart even if there is little strength in the mouth, and the taste of the meat can then be thoroughly indulged.

Besides, he was glad to make "Hanbagu" when he realized that he didn't like hard meat during previous meals.

The brave man is a kind and good boy.

I wish my grandson was cute because this half is fine too...

Um, he's got a good personality, he's got such a cute face, and if he was fifty years younger, he might have seriously spoken to me.... and big tits.

But, brave girl?

I just want to ask you, if you're not mistaken about the eagle, the knife you're using to cut that meat, isn't that the holy sword?

What, it's convenient because it's cuts well and the shape can change the way you want it to?

... Oh, yeah. Well, I guess so...

Probably a sole, about an iron mass would cut it like butter.

If you look closely, besides knives, slabs and frying pans and other cookware seem to be slowly putting together a sacred aura, but possibly deforming all the holy swords...?

... Well, I can't complain about how the original owner would use it, and maybe even as a crocodile you should be very welcome in the sense of collecting Holy Sword data...

Somehow he felt uninterrupted, but he carried the rest of the "Hanba-gu" into his mouth.