The Other World Dining Hall

On a small island floating in the blue void, Ilzegant yawned greatly.

"... oh, I'm free"

Sigh when you see the blue sky that runs everywhere and the well-maintained paradise of the golems that leads up in front of you.

Everything was here.

The island where Ilzegant lives is an island where fruit is inedibly fruitful, where everything necessary for life is done by a golem placed on the island, where there is no hot or cold, and where there is no one dangerous creature that strikes Ilzegant, an island that flies.

It was the vast amount of knowledge entrusted to him by his parents by autobiography and his island that Ilzegant learned of the world in the course of two hundred and fifty years.

There is only one problem for Ilzegant, who lives here alone, which is also the legacy left by his parents.

I had nothing to do. I was free.

"Honestly, I'm tired of research."

Continuity of research over the millennia they took, asked by their parents who lived a life expectancy and were debilitated.

I've been curious about my parents ever since they died. I've seen a lot of research, but I can't find any meaningful meaning in it, and I've been spending a lot of time lately.

Ilzegant seems to be an elf-elfing species, according to his parents, who died to sleep another two hundred years ago.

A race that has the right to rule over all of this world and uses witchcraft, he said he was once the world's champion.

But the elf declined. Because of the outbreak of a major disease when my parents were only about a hundred years old.

A dark continent inhabited by savage dragon servants, or any other world that was flourishing at the time.

Anyway, the disease, which came from somewhere, spread to such an extent that it drove the great intelligent world's hegemonic race, the elves, into a peril.

A disease so dangerous that more than half of the species die out in just twenty years.

Many great magicians who use great magic that no one else can ever imitate died, and many of the magic that their family of magicians has studied and inherited in their oral biographies have been lost.

Some of them tried to survive by using magic that cast fear on the disease and transformed themselves into dead spirits who left their knowledge and personality intact, or by praying to the "God of Chaos Who Conducted Life," which was hated by those who worshipped dragons as gods, but they also ended up being nothing like elves, apparently.

All that survived was' savage countrymen who chose to turn back to their uncivilized lives in the depths of the woods, 'if you ask their parents, otherwise, most of the civilized elves died, apparently.

"Well, this is how you chose to escape into the sky. I know you can live like this when I was born..."

Irzegant, according to his parents, is a civilized elf.

Being a healthy young elf who had not been afflicted by the disease and a civilized elf with excellent intelligence, the two survived by flying land with their own research facilities into the sky as an island and disconnected from everything else.

Then I went on with my own research in this paradise… I noticed it at one point. that nearly a thousand years have passed since his birth and that his life expectancy is imminent.

It was the path that produced the ultimate primitive method, namely the Ilzegand, and entrusted research, that parents chose, knowing that all the escape routes beyond life were blocked and that there was no time to discover new ways from now on.

"Well, what are we going to spend today..."

Knowledgeable. But the more my parents didn't have a passion for research, Ilzegant started spending his days doing nothing.

It was when I was worried about how I would spend the day for now, even remembering my fear that these days would last for another 700 years.

"... yeah. Something's wrong with the magic flow?

Pickle and ear tremble and Ilzegant shrugs.

I was born and raised. I was taught everything about this island. In the course of two hundred years all the golems in the land will be handmade by Ilzegand, and there is nothing unknown about the interior of the island. It should be.

But now, Ilzegant, he felt a stream of magic that was not his own in the land.

"Fair enough. If you don't have time for anything."

The magic flow was unstable, and it could be perceived that it would disappear in less than a day, so Ilzegant decided to head there as quickly as possible.

"Golem, take me where I want to be."

Order the Golem, who was engaged in the work around it, to connect the spirit and communicate the position directly.

Only then will the Golem gently lift the Ilzegant and transport it to the place of destination.

Immediately above the magic apparatus for floating the island underground, it is the most magical place on the surface of the island, where dead parents were buried.

There, there was an anomaly.

"Well, is this... metamorphotic magic, which also leads to the other world"

Looking at the pitch-black door, which stands as though it were natural to be there, there is a pleasant light in Ilzegant's eyes, who perceived its identity.

"Well, let's go"

It could be dangerous.

Without even thinking about fine dust, Ilzegant, who was just concerned that something had appeared that would change his spare time routine, put his hands on a limp brass door and opened it.

The chillin 'chillin' and the bell sounds, and the door opens.

Ilzegant knocked at the door with pleasure.

"Ho. I've never seen this before."

It's still early in the morning.

Illzegant, illuminated by the magic of light, looks around in a dark room where no sunlight plugs in.

Innumerable tables and chairs, magic devices not well understood by the ceiling. A variety of unknown materials are arranged on the table.

There's a light leaking from the back, and someone seems to be there.

And I guess they noticed Ilzegant's visit again. Show yourself from the back.

"Yeah. Who are you? You. My ears are short, my magic seems a lot weaker, and my hair is thick for a long time."

To the man who emerged from the back, Ilzegant frankly questioned his perceived doubts.

If it was bipedal and not winged or horned, it would have been an elf, but it was a long way from what my parents looked like in my memory.

"I am the owner of the shop here... are you a customer?

The shopkeeper, on the other hand, asks who showed up at a time when Aretta hadn't even come yet.

"The store? Was it the one that did offer goods for the price of money?

Apparently, the guests in front of you don't know much about it.

The store owner shrugs the person and returns the answer.

"Yeah well. This is a restaurant. I'm getting paid to serve food."

"Wow. Cooking."

Ilzegant shows interest in the store owner's answer.

I know the existence of cooking. It is something that can be eaten by boiling or baking foods that are not meant to be eaten in water.

That island didn't bear fruit that needed cooking, but as a knowledge, it did.

... My father and mother couldn't make a meal because it was an elf that would be fine if the nutrition needed to live was replenished.

"Then give me that dish. I'd prefer something rare if I could."

"Something unusual...... actually, I'm not ready right now, so can I have something lighter? Dessert or something."

"Oh, I don't mind. Bring it to me quickly."

Nod one to the shopkeeper's inquiry and sit back somewhere appropriate.

"Well, wait a minute, please"

Store owners have been dealing with residents of different worlds in this store for over a decade.

Without experiencing any particular problems with Ilzegant's attitude either, he headed to the back and began to prepare the dishes to serve...... something summery.

Then I had just a little time.

"Uhm. That said, cooking took a while to do... yeah?

As the shopkeeper waited with a blurry view of the strange lights on the ceiling without using magic, there was a chillin 'chillin' sound.

"Oh dear... Ah, yes, welcome"

Turning to you, there was a golden-haired girl with black horns growing there.

She tries to say hello as usual… she hurries to say hello when she realizes she already has a guest.

"Hmm. Descendants of what I prayed to God of the chaos of life? I've never seen this again."

Without even paying attention to such a girl's attitude or anything, Ilzegant speaks as he thinks.

"Huh...? Blame me...? Hello......?

Apparently on earth, over a long period of time, knowledge of the God of the Chaos of Life was lost on earth, and the girl was decent.

Though the most ilzegant is not so familiar either.

"Thank you for waiting. I brought you the dish...... Ooh, good morning. Aletta, wash your body and get dressed. Give me a minute for breakfast. Customers first."

"Ha, yes...... take your time"

The girl called Aletta says one thing. That said, she sneaks into the back kitchen.

"And... thank you for waiting. I brought you dessert."

With that said, place the glass of vitreous.

"What is this?

Ilzegant asks about the dish he sees again for the first time.

"Yeah, it's the most iconic summer dessert, oyster ice, Uji Kim Hour."

The shopkeeper answered Ilzegant's query by loosening his mustache.

Take your time, then.

The store owner says something, and when he tells you so, he pulls into the back.

"Well... is this the dish?"

Irzegant, who had no longer lost interest in the shopkeeper, observes the dish in front of him.

A lot of stuffy white stuff is served on top of the glass of vitreous.

And on top of that white thing is a massive amount of dark grassy juice dyed grassy over the white mountains.

A round with soft whites, different from black thick grains on the hemline of that mountain and clear whites.

It was nicely placed and it looked like a model mimicking the mountain in itself.

"Wow. Is this snow?

Stick your finger in and realize that the white one is cold, Ilzegant estimates who it is.

It's something that will never come down on that island, but among the sorceries I learned from my parents was the sorcery that freezes cold snow blizzards by beating them.

It looked a lot like what I saw when I tried and shot it.

"But what's that grassy thing on this? It looks like herbal broth."

Hanging on top of it, I can't say it's too clear, the dark green reminds me of the stewed juice of the herbs that can be taken inside the island… and what has a spectacular bitter taste.

"Is this really delicious..."

Take a silver spoon that you are anxious about its shade but use to formulate the medicine and plug it into the mountain.

Make a shaky noise, sip from around the middle belly, snow stained with plenty of green juice, and carry it to your mouth.

bitter. and...... sweet.

The snow, which melted softly with the heat in his mouth, had both bitterness and sweetness.

Bitterness like boiled green herbs and a sweetness far stronger than the fruit you usually mouth.

The smell of herbs is stronger and refreshing.

Sweetness, bitterness, and fragrance, the three come together and pass over the tongue, falling into the back of the throat.

"... what is this?

After indulging in its flavour, Ilzegant opens his eyes and observes again.

It has an intense bitter taste but it does taste good.

Now silently take another bite, this time on a pile on a spoon and carry it to your mouth.

It's still bitterness and sweetness that spreads. That's comforting.

Snow with a spoon and I can't stop carrying it to my mouth.

Like my parents, it's a feeling I've never remembered since Ilzegant was born that I've thought about eating and other things to keep me from dying.

I even felt like I was crossing my head because of my mind.

"... ku!?

If you keep eating like that, Ilzegant accidentally lightens his head by being hit by a mysterious headache.

The pain that pierced my head directly, fortunately a little bit pulled it off but it was pretty intense.

"This... happens when you eat too much?

I reclaim my thoughts and see the black stuff that accompanied me by the snow pile as I turned myself into a learner.

"Yeah?... Is this a bean"

It was definitely in the herbal garden. My parents didn't try to cook anyway as a medicine because I couldn't eat until I put it through the fire.

Apparently, this bean was boiled and half melted.

Bring it to your mouth so that you can test it.

"This is... sweet"

This one is sweet, but it doesn't taste bitter. Unlike snow, the touch is very soft.

"And then this one... it hardly tastes"

Then mouth on something white and round.

It was served by the beans. It has little sweetness. A unique touch that's soft and elastic, but that's all.

It tastes slightly like beans because they were placed by the beans.

"What the hell does this mean...?

Ilzegant thinks just a little...... I'll do what I came up with.

I tried to bring the beans and the white ones to my mouth at the same time, along with the snow that melted out even more snowly.

"... oh"

Ilzegant realized that he was right about the taste.

Softened, softened, grassy juice stained snow's crisp touch adds the sweetness of the beans and the elasticity of the white one makes it look like something else.

The bitterness is reduced, the sweetness is increased, it remains in the mouth even longer, and the elasticity of the white one returns to the teeth.

"Is this what you call cooking..."

To its flavor, Ilzegand murmurs the remaining mountains while regretting that his parents did not show interest in this.

With my head in pain over and over again.

Before the sun shined in Jomtien, Ilzegant returned to his original island.

Did you serve at the same time as you go back, the door disappears.

"Ugh..."

Irzegant determines what to do next, even as he suppresses his belly.

"The outside world seems to have changed a lot from what I've been hearing."

Then let's study it.

So finally finding his next leisure time, Ilzegant began to contemplate what he was willing to do.