Labyrinth Restaurant

In Alice's case.

"Speaking of which, how old is Alice?

A few days after the brave man started to stay in the labyrinth, I casually asked him that during the chatter.

I've heard that you used to be the Demon King, but you only look like a junior high school student.

I mean, it's a demon race, and I guess it's not as old as it looks.

Asked, Alice spent about a minute counting her fingers and calculating how old she was...

"Uh,... I think he was about five hundred years old, more or less"

I answered.

I answered the age that I would roughly be about that by calculating it into a large mess because I forgot about the exact birthday etc.

By the way, the Demons are basically thin about their obsession with something called age because of their overly long lifespan. The custom of celebrating birthdays is not very common either, and it is not particularly unusual not to remember the date of birth.

But such a brave man told Alice casually and without any malice.

"Heh, are you 500 years old? Alice was actually your grandmother."

Grandma.

Listening to the dialogue, Alice took incomprehensible damage on herself, falling and falling from her knees as she fell on the spot. It was like a boxer eating a good-looking left hook on his chin.

Indeed, even though the Demon Nation has a much longer life span compared to humans, and the treatment of the elderly is unavoidable and Alice's reason dictates, her instinctive (and just) part says no (no) to that decision with all her might.

For the first time in her life, the treatment of the elderly impacted her spirit with unknown confusion and shock.

By the way, the clothes Alice is wearing now are adorable water-colored pieces with frills and ribbons everywhere. She prefers pretty designed clothes with that kind of girl hobby and wears them often.

In addition to the fact that I could barely afford to pay attention to clothing in the first place in the days when I was Demon King (Yancha), I often wore black categorized clothes out of my hobby to give a little majesty to care about what I tend to see at a young age, but since I retired from Demon King, I have often worn cute clothes with that hand, which is my original preference. Sometimes it's stiff enough to manipulate your own sewing needle and make your own clothes and accessories.

In fact, the costume on that hand suits her well, even objectively, with a slightly younger appearance, but once you're aware of your age, don't you look like a ”painful” person who's happy to be a good old man and wear clothes for children? The suspicion passes behind Alice's brain.

Though the Demon King and the demons around him will tell you they look good in that outfit, could they have made you care?

As a matter of fact, not only does it fall into place, but those around her praise it because they think it suits them from the bottom of their hearts, but because of the confusion, the consciousness is oriented in a somewhat self-inflicted direction. She thinks that way, blushing and smothering her face like she suffered from a fever while lying too low on the floor in shame.

I'll put it on top of each other, no offense to the brave man, just remarked without thinking deeply about the "woman who lives long" equals "grandma". But unmalicious words can sometimes determine your mind with more cleavage than clear malice.

Not knowing why Alice suddenly suffered like that, the brave man never dreamed that his own onslaught (critical hit) would cause him to just be horny.

"For the brave."

Today's guy is shoe cream.

The shoe skin, which is all about raw cream and custard, is filled with powdered sugar and looks beautiful.

The brave man (I) opens his mouth wide and hits the shoe cream. Carefully but boldly cling to taste a little more cream to avoid spilling the cream inside.

In my personal opinion, western sweets made from shoe cream, eclair and other shoe dough taste much better this way than eating chipmunks with a fork, with a big mouth open.

The intense sweetness of the cream pulled back, and even though it was before dinner, I ended up eating all three by myself.

I think food called parfait is romance.

Why are you so excited when you just served fruit, cream, baked confectionery, ice cream, etc. in one vessel?

I feel it's obviously tastier than eating them separately.

Cut off with an elongated spoon from the top, gradually attacking to the bottom layer. The crispness of the cereal sandwiched along the way and the tight texture of the jelly also entertain the tongue.

Today's was a chocolate banana, but they also have a main parfait with matcha and strawberries and citrus, so I'm going to worry about which one I'm going to be next.... If you're lost, you can eat all you want, right?

I think sweet potatoes are great because they are sweet and delicious.

Great to bake as is, steam or of course treat. Tempura or croquette or something, you can go crazy.

But I still think sweet potatoes are best made into sweet treats. You can simply turn it into college potatoes, and it's hard to throw away it as cake or pie utensils.

But I'm in the mood for potatoes today.

Take a sip of thickly chopped potato kan and a sip of tannic green tea while the finish lingers. Tea washes away the sweetness in your mouth and makes you want to have your next bite right away. This combination is too vicious. I'm going to be able to keep eating as much as I want. In fact, I ate even one bottle of Kan until I could eat it alone and repeated the loop of drinking it.

"Could you have gained weight?

A few days after the brave (me) took care of the labyrinth, Alice suddenly said such horrible things.

However, I am slightly thinner than when I was in Japan because of my traveling life since I came to this world...

"No, maybe it's my fault, but the contour of my face is... more like I've been plumping than I've seen the first time in the last few days..."

But Alice has been overlapping words of pursuit.

Sure, the demon king's gohan is delicious and will make a change, and he will eat it in the morning and afternoon respectively, plus dessert and evening meals after each meal... That's why you should be visibly fat in just a few days...

But look at the devil's tools Alice took out of somewhere. Such a void blows away.

Yes, it's a scale (him). It is the one who mercilessly destroys the dreams of the maiden of the world.

Or now, why do these bumps exist in fantastic worldviews? Moreover, the unit of weight is carefully expressed in kilograms.

… I got ready to ride on the scale, looked at the numbers the needle showed and collapsed to the floor in too much shock.

Plus XX km from when I was in Japan......!?

I think back on the bulimia of the last few days and I regret it even more now. But no matter how much I regret it, the meat on my body won't go away. I often said not to stand in regret.

If I continue my self-depraved eating and sleeping life any longer, I have a feeling it's going to be really irrevocable.

I've never been more prepared and sad than I was, and I've decided to go on a bitter (diet) journey.