Labyrinth Restaurant

"... the dish you deserve...?

"... oh"

Such interaction was taking place in the deepest part of the labyrinth, where many demons hissed, in strange restaurants built for some reason with potpounds.

It's a magnificent man who would be over fifty years old making orders.

The giant, nearly two metres long, is covered with forged muscles and countless scars, a strong surface that, if you are weak in heart, would slip your hips out just because you had eyes.

It is the girl at the service who is taking orders from such a man, the luxurious and small body is not as different as the giant elephant and the rabbit compared to the man giant, but there is no particular appearance of fear of the man.

But I was a little confused about the odd order for something I wasn't afraid of.

... there's also an order placed by a guy who's been watching the menu for a while since he came to the store.

"The dish I deserve."

Because it was a strange thing.

Besides, the guy who put out such an order is oddly odd, and he also looks as if he's afraid of something from the side.

Why such a strange customer, a veteran adventurer Gardo, visited this store behind the labyrinth and placed an odd order….

That goes back two days.

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"So it's true, Mr. Gard."

Gard was quietly listening to Alan's talking adventure tan, a junior adventurer, as he tilted his ale cup in a tight tavern.

However, the content of the story was such that it seemed silly to ask seriously.

Whatever.

There was a restaurant in the back of the labyrinth.

Because that's what I'm saying.

Gard is a veteran of this road for over thirty years.

The number of labyrinths we have attacked so far exceeds thirty, and their strength and experience are top notch in this adventurer's world.

The anecdote of a one-on-one battle with the Wing Dragon (Wyburn), who eventually beat him to death with his fist, has also become the story of the bard, and when it comes to the "Dragon Killer” Gard, he is a hero without strangers among the adventurers of the region.

Yet again, great and well cared for, so many of the runaway adventurers grew up in public with the adventure Iroja tapped into the Gard.

Alan and his people in front of him are also such Gard disciples.

I still can't lose the sweetness of my youthfulness, but if I keep trying for years like this, I'll be just as talented as I am in line with Gardo, and Gardo was looking at me all the time.

"(Well, I can't help it when I'm young)"

Gard was listening appropriately to Alan.

Anyway, I want to dress up and look good in my younger self.

When he defeated the Great Lizard, he crusaded the Dragon, saying that he had the gold and silver treasure to sleep in the deepest part when he found the copper coin from a shallow hierarchical chest.

It's not like I'm serious about it, but it's not like it's malicious, and it's like having an afternoon in a booze seat.

Besides, I remember Gard himself telling the same stupid stories to the people he was following at the time when he was still young.

You seem to be looking at your immature self when you were young. It's kind of awkward but smiling.

"(But you're somewhat specific for a joke, aren't you?

I happened to find the guys I've been taking care of since I was a rookie in a destination tavern today, so I was in my seat and listened to them, but what a strange thing to say about that story.

Anyway, "there was a restaurant in the deepest part of the labyrinth that served delicious food that I didn't think was from the world."

Tell me more about the dish and tell me about it in a delicious way.

At first, Gardo, who had been listening, began to attract more and more interest.

Alan and the others came out with something called "Stew with cow's milk and chicken," "Pork dish with ginger flavors," and "A dish similar to omelette with grain cooked in eggs," and they ate it to devour it.

So much so that Gardo was almost drawn into the conversation to bring Yodale about because he talks so intensively about how delicious they were.

If this is all a fabrication, then you should encourage Alan and the others to move from adventurer to bard.

But Gardo's spare time for thinking about it openly blows up at once when Alan's buddy little girl talks about eating "a sweet, beautiful, delicious treat that I don't think belongs in this world".

"(What...? Such sweets...!?)"

Gard's thought was instantly dominated by the supreme confectionery of the unknown.

Actually, Gardo had a secret he hadn't told anyone. That means he ”loves sweets”.

Yes, he was a ”sweet boy”!

Being a big sweetheart, he loves sweets with honey and sugar and various fruits and other sweets so much, but very few people know that.

Because he himself thinks that the way a musculoskeletal big man, nearly two metres tall, delights in eating sweet treats like a girl and child is funny and a laugh that people should see.

He himself assumes so strongly that drinking big wine and eating meat is what people like him deserve, and that his face would be rounded if he were known to prefer sweet treats, etc.

It is traumatic that a drunken friend made fun of him eating sweets alone in a booze seat when he was still a much felt boy.

So I've repeated the oddity over the years that I usually gamble sweet stuff to the extreme, sneak out to the back door of a store run by a trusted acquaintance only when I can't stand it, and eat Kosokoso in a place all by myself.

It was as if I didn't know (naturally because I'm hiding it) that Gardo was making such a tearful effort, etc. Every time I saw a woman, a child or a bunch of young people eating something grandiose and sweet, I was going to manage with remorse and flattery.

The story of "sweet, beautiful and delicious sweets that I don't think are from this world" was a huge shock to Gardo, who was extraordinarily thoughtful about such sweet things.

Besides, I was already more than halfway convinced that the "restaurant behind the labyrinth” that Alan and the others were talking about was not a lie, at least that the ”something” behind the story was there.

It was an exploration as an adventurer over the years, and that's what my instincts as a sweetheart hungry for more than that shouted.

All he could think about anymore was sweetness. The next day, he left town before the sun rose and went for the labyrinth Alan had said.

The labyrinth, which took Alan and the others three days to reach the depths, also progresses crisply without a single solo struggle if he is a veteran, Gard.

Dominated by his desire for sweet things, he found demons, beat them up, smashed them down when he found traps, reached their deepest depths at incredible speeds while wrapping his impending aura around them, and discovered the restaurants they built there.

While I'm surprised by the sight, I'm relieved that the story wasn't a lie.

And I opened the door with exasperation...

"Welcome!

... will be distressed to hear the voice of such a paid girl.

"(... that's right, there's a clerk at the store...)"

As for Gard, he was going to be able to indulge in something sweet without caring about anyone's eyes.

But there was actually a girl on the payroll.

This makes this girl know that she likes sweet things to eat.

That's very embarrassing.

Clearly, he's just completely over-conscious, but that's what all the Hanshin fairies in him scream about after all these years.

I am led to my seat and given a menu.

It also has delicious meat and fish dishes on it, but not in his eyes, what he sees as eating is a sweet, dessert page.

All the cooking pictures on the menu are really beautiful.

What does this taste like?

How delicious are the beautiful things in Sotch?

I think many times about sneaking shame and never ordering wills, but trying to speak up to a girl squeezes my courage. I can't feel the style of a veteran with the alias "Dragon Killer” from its pitiful appearance.

And it continued to haunt me scattered for nearly an hour, and the bitter measures he had in mind, which...

"... bring me the dish I deserve"

It was a measure that entrusted the choice of cooking to the girl's side.

This doesn't mean Gardo ordered it himself, even if the confectionery came. I managed to convince myself with a rationale that I didn't know if it was going to work or not that I just ate the dish that was served.

But he is also familiar with the flaws of this operation, or his own style.

Anyway, it's been more than fifty years since I was born.

When it comes to the dishes such a gritty big man deserves, alcohol and meat comes to mind first. I don't hate them, but that's not what I'm craving right now.

The girl's taste was so uneven, I bet everything on the slightest possibility that she would look at the mighty giant and think, "I'm sure you like sweet treats".

"(If you can't eat something sweet with this, let's forget about this store...)"

I had noticed that there were other dishes that looked delicious besides the sweet ones, but I thought ordering them as an alternative to the sweet ones would just be hard to spice, and I would be prepared to do so.

The girl with the basin on which to cook eventually returned to Gardo, who endured the long time before the food came (although it didn't actually take long enough) in a state of mind like a sinner awaiting execution of the death penalty.

And on that basin...

"Sorry to keep you waiting, it's prin-a-la mode"

What a beautiful and adorable delicious treat.

"(Wow...!? Seriously!

He won the bet.

As the girl returns to the back of the store to make sure there is no one else in the store, she holds the small spoon placed on the table to pinch it with her thick fingertips, and squeezes up something yellow and pully that sits in the center of the confection called "Prin à la mode".

Often, I could see and smell it, but soon I couldn't gamble and carried it to my mouth.

"Ooh..."

Gentle sweetness that spreads across your mouth.

The pleasant faint bitterness of the dark coloured sauce on top of the yellow part.

The texture of the pleasure itself, soft as pulled slime, then not uncomfortable.

I don't think it's an exaggeration, it's the first time I've eaten such delicious food in my life.

Then he turns to something white and fuzzy, accompanied by a yellow catamari in the center, or a colorful fruit.

Eating white fluff with yellow catamari can't wait to add elegant and intense sweetness.

Eating with beautifully cut fruit gives a refreshing aftertaste and looks like you could eat as much as you want.

Swallow, eat, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow...

Repeat that behavior as comfortable as if it were no longer attached to something…

When I returned to sanity there was only an empty vessel in front of me and a definite sense of satisfaction.

"Oh, it was delicious......!

I finished my bill and left the store.

It's been decades since I was a boy, like eating my favorite sweetness until I was satisfied without worrying about people's eyes, I guess?

I don't care about the extras, I'm just so happy to be able to eat whatever I want...

When I realized it, I felt the fear of being known to like sweet things, which had been stained like a curse in the depths of my heart for many years, disappearing.

"Can I make the guy who wants to laugh laugh?"

He uttered those words naturally and walked back to town.

It is only for the record that at a later date, Gard, who ate all the sweet food without worrying about the human eye, decayed his teeth and again had to turn down the sweetness.