Labyrinth Restaurant

Plenty of sauce in thick, crisp-fried pork.

Mustard of your choice.

A popular menu for takeaways, cutlet sandwiches, if you pinch them in buttered toast.

No chopped cabbage in tonkatsu.

If you want to make it and eat it right away, the cabbage in it is delicious, but over time after making it, the flavour of the sauce will be blurred with moisture smudged from the cabbage.

The trick to eating deliciously is not to freshly made, but to put aside some time before eating. This isn't just about cutlet sandwiches, but the unity of the outer bread and the utensils inside is what matters. Don't panic here.

There are preferred exceptions for utensils to be hot, like burgers, but if they are of a delicious kind, even if they are cold, it is better to wait for the bread and utensils to become completely tame.

Most importantly, you will be forced to fight your inner appetite until you are just fine. The more delicious it is, the stronger the call for temptation becomes.

If you wait patiently, you can eat better.

Now, the tongue and stomach complain to come quickly.

If we're going to compromise "if only one" here, it's not hard to imagine that one happens to be two and two becomes three. Stopping your hand along the way will also require extraordinary patience to endure with it on hand before it.

Maybe we can conveniently forget about the presence of the sandwich until it's just in good shape -.

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"Is that it? It's morning already. This place..."

Around lunch when the sun went up completely high.

Elf time woke up in a room in an inn with a labyrinth city.

"Ha?"

Time doesn't often stay in your accommodation when you're staying in a labyrinth city.

Since the formation of the transitional magic formations to and from Elf Village, I have tried to go home as much as possible. Accommodation costs are not free, and parents and sisters (limes) are more than happy to do so. Even for this stay, I kept the majority of my traveling clothes and luggage in my parents' room. What I carry is about a shoulder bag and purse to put in painting materials, etc.

So there's got to be some reason you're staying at the inn, but the trouble is, I don't remember Time himself at all. More precisely, I don't even have this kind of memory from around yesterday evening.

"Hmm."

Materials are available in this room to deduce the situation.

Last night's thyme didn't break my hair, she jumped into bed without changing, her hair was sleeping habits and she was bumpy, her clothes stained with alcohol, sweat and diarrhea odors on top of the wrinkles engraved.

Well, it's in terrible condition, but I also keep my clothes on, and other than oversleeping and being uncomfortable with my body, I'm not uncomfortable with this. There doesn't seem to be a line that I enjoyed an overnight love affair with someone I met here (him or her).

Has it simply become a hassle to drink and walk home until midnight? Or because I was wary that my parents were going to give me a novel when I got back to my parents' house in that condition? Probably both.

"I see... all the mysteries are solved! I'm the killer!

I tried to imitate the dialogues of painting stories from different worlds (Nihon) that I had sneaked up on at restaurants where I was going before, but no one in this room except Time. Has the drunkenness not yet drained out?

"... would you like to rent a bath?"

Fortunately, according to the guide to the inn, which was hung on the wall of the room, this inn appears to have a bathing area for guests. If you get hot water, you'll be in at least better shape than you are now.

When I took the towel that was available as an amenity, Time turned to the bathroom for women in a whimsical manner.

Because time is time, the large baths are equally rented out.

There are good quality hot veins in the basement near the labyrinth city, and it is not uncommon to have baths in accommodations like this inn, in common baths all over the city, or in your personal mansion if you are somewhat wealthy, but there are not so many opportunities to use this wide hot tub alone.

I asked him at the front desk if I could ask him to wash my clothes at no cost, and he undertook that too, regardless of the extra charge. She herself doesn't think she considered that much when she checked in, but for being drunk enough to lose her memory, it looks like last night's time picked a good place to stay. If you think back carefully, the room you stayed in was spacious enough to be used alone, and yet carefully cleaned.

For the high quality of service, the accommodation seems to be worth it, but that's not quite enough to pay for either. Especially since the rush errands...... as far as I can remember in Time...... I decided to relax and indulge in this luxury inn for the time it took for the laundry to dry.

"Ahhh, I'll come back to life..."

I dived in the hot tub, tried to swim bare, and tried to put it up because of the lack of eyes, but by the time I left the bathroom and went back to my room, I was back to a lot of mattress.

It's a dangerous outfit of a bathrobe over your complexion, but it's pretty much better than diarrhea or alcohol stained clothing. Enough is enough to just spend time alone until the laundry is done.

Well, at this stage, Time finally realized he was hungry, too. The gastrointestinal tract, which was asleep under the influence of alcohol and sleep, also seems to have finally gotten back on track.

Nevertheless, it doesn't go to the wack of going somewhere to eat in your current outfit.

It would be somewhat expensive, but that's when she thought I'd ask for a proper meal at room service. My favorite bag I had on the table in the room caught my eye. If you open it concerned about the swelling of its unnatural fabric,

"Oh! Well done, me yesterday!

Oh, my God, there's a cardboard box in there for the demon king's shop to take home.

Take a quick look at the contents and there was a tight pack of cutlet sandwiches of my favorite.

I'm sure I stopped by the Demon King's store at some stage last night drinking and walking, and I was buying it. I've forgotten so far now, but thanks to this, the cutlets and bread are well tamed and in their best condition.

"Boulder, me! Awesome! So you're a genius? He was a genius!

In response to yesterday's fine play of Time, I also get a fever for today's self-portrayal of Time.

There are as many as three or four servings, and maybe at the time of purchase I was going to make it a souvenir for my family, but well then I just need to buy a new one again later. There was no stray whatsoever in making that cutlet sandwich for breakfast. It's past lunch, though.

"Oh yummy, yummy"

It's obvious because it's been one night, but the crispness of the cutlet's clothes is completely lost and completely fuzzy. I'd be disappointed if I ordered freshly fried food from a restaurant and that came out, but this is the right thing to do when it comes to cutlet sandwiches.

The softened bread flour coat is stained with black sauce, and this does a good job as a link to cold pork and moist bread. The twinkly spicy mustard has also served as only a puller, not an unpleasant prick.

Freshly fried cutlets are delicious even when sandwiched, but the cutlet sandwich, which has thus cooled over time, has a distinct appeal from being made. Which is up there, though I guess that becomes a matter of preference for each person who eats it.

Some people also prefer rice-based rice balls with moist seaweed over time after gripping them, but it could be something similar to that.

"Hmm, this is..."

That's how I was indulging in a gift from myself yesterday, but I finished my second sandwich and stopped my hand before working on the third. You still have a lot of room in your stomach, and of course you can't be tired of eating it......,

"Okay, I've made up my mind!

Time said as he left the room just hooked his sandals to a cloak of bathrobes, stopping the employee who happened to be cleaning the hallway.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but can you get room service to the room there? For now, what are the brands of wheat wine (beer) and wine (wine)? No, it's hard to throw away distilled liquor either..."

Because of the excellent food, there's no need not to drink it. You can't leave the inn until the laundry comes back anyway, so even if you enjoy it alone, you won't be punished.

When Time convinced himself with such a proper excuse, it was to dish large quantities of cutlet sandwiches and start serving alcohol alone in the middle of the day.

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