The Other World Dining Hall

Saturday.

After finishing making beef stews and having a brief breakfast, the shopkeeper often relaxes in the kitchen.

You can go back to your home on the third floor, but every Saturday there are 'visitors' just at this hour.

Wait a little.

"Yo. Good morning. I'm here for today."

A man comes with a wagon from an elevator for food loading, provided in the kitchen.

"Oops. Always bad."

The store owner returns his greetings at a rate he is used to. We've been friends since elementary school, so we're comfortable with each other.

"I mean fine. We usually shop on Saturdays and Sundays anyway, so the hassle doesn't change, and we're getting paid properly."

With that said, the man is used to a large fridge equipped with a kitchen with a hand in it. What's in the wagon...

Pack up cakes and confectionery made by the man himself.

Cat Shop Building Ground Floor... Flying Puppies, a cake shop marked by a winged puppy sign directly above Western cats

The man is the manager of the store and the childhood of the shopkeeper… unfortunately an old man the same age as the shopkeeper.

Man... the manager knows the secret to western cats... only special sales on Saturdays.

Since he was in elementary school, he had received money from his parents, who were too busy to prepare dinner, and had gone through to eat dinner.

The previous shopkeeper made the manager as cute as his real grandson, of which he naturally learned the secrets of this store, which was run by the previous shopkeeper.

And I'm grateful.

When I was in college, when I was about to become uncomfortable in a motorcycle accident, I was helped by the suspicious' Medicines of the Other World 'that my predecessor gave me.

(The doctor told me it was a miracle recovery... though it's actually half a miracle)

There is also that edge, and after the training of the pastry chef, the manager who succeeded his parents in the shop they were doing in the childhood building is also 'cooperating' with the other world cafeteria.

I also sell wholesale products from stores that I do on weekdays on Saturdays.

"All right, it's over... yes. I'll give you this before I forget."

After finishing putting the cake that needs to be refrigerated in the refrigerator and the cake that needs to be stored at room temperature in the vault at room temperature, the store manager takes it out of the wagon and gives it to the store owner.

"... What's this?

The store owner tilts his neck in an elongated carton with the received item… the store trademark.

I can smell brandy faintly from inside… seems to be using quite a bit.

"Our prize. You know that too, don't you? For every 100 cakes purchased, flying pappies receive one of their favorite hall cakes."

The store manager answers the store owner's questions in a partial manner.

A stamped service, doing it at his store, Flying Pappy.

1 stamp with 1 piece of cake. Collect 20 pieces to receive 1 piece and 100 pieces to receive 1 hole of cake.

The service of this store, which is also an OL customer with no eyes for the sweet things in the neighborhood, is well received.

"100... Could it be that guy?

To the answer, the store owner comes to the answer.

In the face of one 'regular', about in his early twenties.

"That's right. You said that before, didn't you? She said she must come every week for the past year or so and eat two of our pound cakes or she has a wacko.

Give it to her. I ordered it to last for a few weeks at room temperature, but don't forget to tell me to eat it as soon as possible after opening it. "

"Okay. I'll give it to you when I get here."

The store owner nods one at the manager's request and receives it.

Think of it. That woman looked like she had something in mind last week.

Maybe something bad happened.

Then you can serve as much as this.

Visit every seven days, Doyo Day.

"... oh, this day is here again..."

Celestine, the high priest of God of Light, clouded her expression as she saw the black door with the painting of a cat that appeared in the corner of the training ground.

This is a training ground built for high priests.

Only Celestine, who was recognized as a high priest when she was only twenty years old and was appointed dean of this monastery at the age of 21 a year ago, is currently allowed to enter this place.

... Therefore, only the previous Dean and Celestine, who have already hidden, know the secrets of this training ground.

"Today... today..."

Clean yourself up and stand gently in front of the door.

Just watching makes me spit... trying to stand it.

The Enjoyment of a Year is over… as it is, you will acknowledge your weakness.

The God of Light to which she is subjected demands that moderation be weighed, restrained, and abstained.

And the priests, who are required to be of higher merit than the faithful in general, and especially the high priests, who are required to lead the Church itself sooner or later, are required to abstain after the 'enjoyment of a year'.

The God of Light to which they are exposed preaches.

Bearing something you don't know is easy.

Knowing about it and still enduring it will be true training.

Born on that doctrine is The Enjoyment of a Year.

Alcohol, tobacco, drugs, meat, sugar confectionery, makeup… a doctrine that respects purity. Therefore, there is no color alone, but various other preferences that exist in this world.

Among the apostles of the God of Light, those who aspire to be priests of particular high rank prefer to bathe it only for one year in their lifetime.

Then you train in abstinence by stopping them all.

... Regardless, this training often fails.

From the idea that abstinence needs to be accomplished only by one's own will, those who have become high priests are able to obtain as many preferences as possible.

Therefore, it is difficult to keep them all going, and it is normal that if you are also a high priest, you are eager for some kind of preference for one or so of each.

Whatever, Supreme Priest of God of Light...

Even the present Pope, who was one of the brave men who tried and beat the evil gods decades ago to turn the world into a demonic world with just four men, is so fond of tobacco that he won't let go of the pipe for a single moment.

It is also the idea of the Church that one or two preferences should be regarded as human.

In it, Celestine was a colorful being.

In accordance with the doctrine, I enjoyed bathing in all sorts of things for a year… it was three years ago that I showed them all off a year and a day later.

Then the holder of the spiritual power of steel who never utters a preference.

… It was the door that stood before Celestine, whose spirit and magic made him young and recognized as a high priest, and entrusted him with one of the hostages of the gathering of the priests.

(... oh, you shouldn't...)

Whispering, Celestine rises up and flutters closer to the door.

Beyond this door… there is a preference.

There are demonic objects from different worlds that are not available in this world.

The old dean of the previous generation informed me of its existence and knocked at the door, fascinated by it for a year...

After a year of enjoyment, it should be noted that Celestine had not been able to cut off her untrained.

Celestine is going to regret it... opening the door.

Chillin 'chillin' and the sound of defeat.

"There you are."

The face of a middle-aged shopkeeper who laughs furiously at Celestine, who often comes in, looks like a seductive demon to Celestine who invites her to decadence.

(Ma, it's not too late...)

Right. Just turn your heels back here and go home.

I am not like a secular person who cheeks dishes in this store that look really good.

You must endure because you are the High Priest of the Great God of Light...

To Celestine, who says so desperately to herself, the devil… No, the shopkeeper chases after her.

"The menu is in the usual pound cake?

... Oh, and by the way, today's pound cake is lamb raisins. "

Fit, and Celestine's leg stops.

(Ra, Ramula-jin!?

I've only tasted it three times... the illusory flavor that Celestine loves and never stops.

Swallow the spit, which seems to unintentionally zero in the memory of the vibrant flavor that has been reflexively revived in the tongue.

"So, what do you want to do?

"Yes, I'll take it!"

"Yes. I'm home."

The shopkeeper's flamboyant grin at Celestine, to which I inadvertently replied… was just the grin of a seductive demon.

Celestine sat nearby, chewing on the defeat.

(... I lost... my idiot!

Severe self-loathing strikes.

The spiritual power of steel is disturbing to hear.

(So, basically this store is this one too! If you make it taste the same every time, you'll get tired of it!

Yes, the 'pound cake' in this store that seduces Celestine tastes different every time.

At one point, something with plenty of dried fruit.

Sometimes it's a little bitter and very sweet. "Chocolate" and I worked it out.

Sometimes it's a bitter, true-green thing with sweet-boiled beans in sugar.

And once again, there's something thick inside that tastes like a yellow egg...

The pound cake that leaves this store changes flavor every time it comes.

Does it taste the same every few months or not?

There are even things I've only seen once in the past year, such as yellow "Halloween Pound" with vegetable sweetness, peaches and pale yellow, and "Hina Matsuri Special" with three types of pound cake overlaid called green.

And that goes with the length of the interval of once every seven days, attracting Celestine and not stopping.

(Plus, it's cowardly to bother putting out 'Lamura-sun' after a year of enjoyment!

It reminds me of a rum raisin in a half-eight flavor, letting out an event that no other world would ever know… once again I drink spit.

All the 'pound cakes' here are tasty from different worlds, but the rum raisins are extraordinary.

When I first ate it, I thought reflexively, 'This is God's food,' and rarely do I eat twice as much as usual only on a lamb raisin day.

(... yet?

Celestine, who remembers the rum raisin pound cake, begins to soften.

Waiting is hard.

And that time is coming.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a pound cake coffee set."

"Yes!

Unexpectedly smile back.

My face was unwittingly bared in a pound cake placed in front of me, arranged on a plate and hung with white fluffy things.

"I'll bring you a replacement soon."

The store owner also got it, and when Celestine calls out in anticipation of ordering again, it goes under the other customers.

"God... you have brought me this food, and I thank you..."

Words of prayer, silver forks for the hands… eat.

"Ho..."

My voice leaks unexpectedly on the lamb raisin pound cake for the first time in months.

It was so delicious.

Moist, sweet texture of pound cake.

It spreads when you put it in your mouth, the incense of alcohol.

Dried grapes with plenty of that liquor and added sweetness in return by including alcohol.

A soft spreading white, sweet fluff on top mixes with the flavor of dried grapes and the sweetness of the cake itself.

Celestine is often intoxicated by its luxurious taste.

Regret for breaking the ban I imposed on myself and anger at my mental weakness.

That's what I said, but it melts in the sweet taste.

If you taste the first bite, you won't get away with it anymore.

Celestine eats furiously.

Crunch the pound cake, re-mouth it with the bitterness of the coffee served with it… order a replacement.

It is an amazing disappointment to see what you know of the usual sophisticated Celestine.

All the more so if you know that's a treat.

Celestine didn't originally like extra confectionery.

During a year of enjoyment I challenged when I was 18, I routinely ate sweets made with plenty of sugar and honey, but then I didn't try to eat it as if.

So Celestine herself doesn't really like sweets either… yes, I was thinking.

But that was a mistake.

I've known it since I met Pound Cake, a demonic object to fear in this other world.

He said he… just didn't know a truly delicious treat.

Bearing something you don't know is easy.

Celestine learned the words with her own hands.

After Celestine found out about this place, she kept coming through waiting for the door to show up as an excuse for a year of enjoyment.

... 7 days ago I was half hopeless when I realized that a year had passed since I first went to a different world cafeteria.

And...

"Phew... ugh"

After eating until the last chip and three replacements, Celestine was finally satisfied… regretted.

I couldn't stand it... I did it...

That feeling swirls.

(One, let's not come next…)

Put down a few silver coins with that in mind to fix it, and stand up.

... I didn't expect a chase there.

"Oh, welcome home… wait a minute"

Seeing Celestine get up, the shopkeeper rushes a little bit into the back kitchen… bring it.

"Go ahead. Thank you for always loving us… this is a thank you for that"

What came out was an elongated box with a picture of a puppy with wings.

"Um... what's this?

Certain expectations in its appearance and… Celestine asks the shopkeeper in fear.

The store owner laughed deeply as if he had seen through it...

"They say it's a specially made brandy cake that they don't usually serve. Rum raisins, you seem to like them a lot, so I'm sure you'll like them."

Say a word that knocks Celestine into despair.

"Bu, blah-blah...?

Never heard of it… but Celestine realized what it meant by the sound and the owner's description.

... This is a dangerous product. If I get my hands on it, I can't go back, he says it's a demon deal.

(I've never eaten... if you like rum raisins, I like them...)

I feel my stomach move with plenty of pound cake in the words.

I want to try it, I get that feeling all over me.

"I'm talking about having it for a few weeks if you leave it in a dark, cool place. Well, I told you to eat with your friends as soon as possible after you opened them."

(I have to say no. I need to say no...)

With that in mind, Celestine receives. I take it.

"... thank you"

I even smile and say thank you.

"Yes. See you later"

"Yes... again..."

And Celestine finally turns her heel back and walks out the door.

... also with half certainty that it will come.

And it was the day after that that that it was unleashed in the other world.

"Dear Celestine! This... what the hell is the booze used for this!?

The first thing I asked was the high priest priest candidate Ni Monk, whom Celestine is particularly eyed while civilians are out.

... was at the same time Carlotta, a Dwarf liquor lover.

"Bitter... but sweet... delicious..."

Whimpering with few words and clumsily crunching the cake is Anna, a half-elf born in a replacement and proud of her strong magic.

It smells fragrant and bitter… it adds to the overwhelming sweetness that comes later.

Anna didn't know about this food.

"Dear Celestine... it's really delicious, this.

There were treats in the kingdom as well, but I've never tasted so good before.

... who the hell is that? I can't believe I can make something like this... "

Julianne, who draws the blood of the kingdom's nasty muscles, therefore knows all about luxury, asks Celestine.

Special gift recommendations.

It was only a few moments ago that three elites from this monastery were gathered together.

And this is what they put out.

Elongated, stowed in a beautiful box made of sturdy paper, baked confectionery.

The moment it opened, delivered into an incredibly clear bag with no joints and no holes, the area smelled of unknown liquor, fluffy and faintly flavored with wine.

And it was this baked treat that was cut with a well polished silver knife at Celestine's own hands and arranged before the three of them.

… the delicacy was unusual.

"This... yes..."

Asked by Julianne, Celestine smiles somewhere where she gives up, says.

"The devil's cake. Yes, the devil gave it to me."

So whining, Celestine's face somewhere sunny eating baked sweets cut to twice the size of her disciples...

... Later in life, Celestine-Flagran, a saint who ascended to the Pope while wearing a woman.

A believer in God of Light with mighty magic and a broad heart of mercy.

There's something called "Devil's Cake" in her hobby that she didn't love.

A phantom cake that one day, along with a joke about being given to me by the devil, behaved especially to three disciples who were blindfolded.

It was a very sweet cake with aromatic aromas and bitterness, full of alcohol, and the disciple was so delicious that even that Celestine could not beat the temptation.

... After the cooperation of his disciples, Pope Celestine said he was always smiling when he ate it, which had finally been completed after 10 years.

Even if you climb up to the Pope, still be ashamed of the constant... and still let that demonic delicacy blow your face.