The Other World Dining Hall

Tiana-Silbario XVI, Queen of the Land of Flowers, had read a small letter written in ink made from a mixture of honey and pollen from this Land of Flowers, delivered after the hands of several Fairies, wondering what was wrong.

"Black dwarf with bat wings, or..."

The sender of the letter came from Tielia...... a girl who is Tiana's sister and adventurer traveling the outside world.

Among the fairies that live in the land of flowers are the outside world… occasionally those who travel to the world of humans.

You have enough magic arms to defend yourself, and you leave the country to satisfy your curiosity by leaving this country, which is stable among the curious, but lacks little stimulation.

Many of them, lacking in physical strength but with excellent magical arms as a common fairy, who can never be insulted, name mercenaries and adventurers who in the human world have a thin restraint on their namesake, and act together with the great races who said humans, half elves and dwarves.

And sometimes you'll be back with enough strength to accomplish a great adventure, or you'll be exposed to corpses in the skies of your journey without strength.

"You helped me with this letter. Please treat me as a guest because I think I will be visiting the flower country any day..."

The letter my sister had not received in a long time contained a plea for the Queen in addition to the various things she had seen and heard during her time greeting journey.

Anything on the outside, Thierry, named Adventurer, said he was helped by black dwarves with bat-like green feathers when he fought a horrible vampire whose hobby was to gather various races to drain and strip blood.

They were a group, led by one man and dressed in similar clothes, who threw up acid braces from their mouths, easily cleaved vampires who, with bare hands and a sword of coarseness, were also difficult to cut a piece of skin, and struck vampires with whipped tails.

Its power was stronger than that of the Dwarf warrior, who was the strongest of Thierry's companions, apparently.

Especially the dwarf of the magnificent man who led them, Paul, said he was exceptional and turned into a dragon big enough to look up in strange force when the vampire tried to escape as a fog, leaving no chili left to bury in the blow of the brace.

The Thierries, who had almost been killed and stripped without danger, were greatly thankful for their lives to Nine Deaths.

And he asked them, the benefactor of life, if they knew where a small people like themselves lived, and told them where this flower country was.

"... well, let's be good. I'll see you. If they're thankful, they're thankful too."

On second thought, Tiana decides how to treat her sister's benefactor.

"… Minister. You know what I'm talking about? According to this letter, it is only a few moments before they visit the land where they can fly like birds through the sky… perhaps before the next doyo. Get ready for a welcome."

"Ha. Okay...... but what does doyo have to do with it?

The minister tilts his neck at Tiana's words.

In this country, doyo is an important day.

But I don't see what that has to do with welcoming the Gentile people.

"What, it was safe to help my sister almost die. I mean, it's something to celebrate... I'm gonna ask for a cake."

I have heard of a half-elf mage visiting the land.

He said there was a 'special treat for the celebration' in that land.

Now say queen. None of you can ever decide what you want, crêpe utensils.

It's just the right opportunity to ask for sweets that I've known and cared about for since before.

The queen was secretly determined.

Frontier of the Land of Flowers...... The border between the flower fields and the wilderness looks good, rugged rocky mountains.

On top of that, the little, dragon-winged priests stepped down.

"Dear Paul, I was wondering if that was the land of flowers Miss Thierry was talking about"

To the word of a priest who serves the green God, who is also his wife, Paul, the great priest who serves the green God, showed majesty and nodded after turning his eyes into those of a dragon looking over a thousand miles to confirm the vast flower garden.

"Okay. Let me talk to you first. Wait for them."

"Okay. Be careful."

Speak to your wife, spread your wings, and fly.

(Well, I hope the people who live there get to talk like Miss Thierry)

I get anxiety in my heart.

There are too many barbarians in this north.

It was for preaching that Paul left his home far south, where he was accustomed, and turned his foot to the northern continent.

Rumor of the wind has it that several great clerics and clerics under the command of the Blue God ruling the Blue Sea are on the northern continent... to the land where, according to legend, long-heared invaders live, exploring something.

The blue sea, which can be easily reached by swimming underwater if you are a believer in the service of the blue god who lives in the water, is a tricky move to be crossed by believers in other gods who are even difficult to live in the water.

whereas a blue god living deep beneath the sea will allow us to cross the sea even if we are believers in other gods if we take the right steps and make the corresponding contribution,

Still, the kind of danger of monsters who don't even have the storm or divine intelligence to raze the ocean doesn't go away.

That's why I heard about travellers coming from the northern continent, and as a missionary congregation traveling to the northern continent, determined by the discussion of the believers who serve the green god.

The priests of Paul and Lillipat, many of the faithful species of the green god with their forests as their territory, were chosen.

that Lillipat does not need much food because of the small size of his body on top of the fact that he is less likely to be blinded to the large beast species by his small body wound;

There are many eager followers to gain unbeatable strength over other races, even in small bodies, to be good at manipulating wings, and above all to say Paul,

Because there was even a great cleric at the end of the drill while Lillipat.

The priests, who could manipulate the wings of the dragon from among the followers of Lillipat, were chosen to embark on a missionary journey to the continent of the North, with Paul as its chief.

... and it didn't take that long to know it was harder than expected.

It was good until I flew across the blue sea willing to die and across the continent, desperately remembering these words.

It would have been difficult to cross without Paul, who was good at caring and could easily slaughter most of his opponents.

Sometimes I knew what kind of danger there was originally. Fortunately, not a single person could reach the continent without dying.

As for the language, it was based on the words of the long-heared invaders that remained throughout the continent, so I could also manage to remember them.

But the missionary journey that followed was unexpectedly difficult.

There were too many barbarians living savagely in this majestic barbaric land of God.

Few barbarians inhabit a long-heared invader who truly believe in God.

It is told in the first place that the being called God in this land somehow looks like that weak human being, not a dragon.

It therefore also does not convey the art of obtaining the likeness and power of a dragon of God, and the followers of each God can only use their own moves to manipulate the events that each God conducts,

Even the faithful (called high priests here), who have comparable strength in the strength of their faith to the high priests, were physically terribly vulnerable.

Plus even that god believes in humans. Half elves. I said dwarf, there are only a few species that can be counted with both hands,

I don't even try to hear a story about a small species like Paul, who rarely touches people, being clerics, etc.

(Some of them even caught Paul, a devout follower with dragon wings, saying he was a new breed of race, what the hell, etc., and tried to sell him off as a spectacle)

Ironically, in this land, only the followers of the 'Chaos of Ten Thousand Colours', known as the 'Demons', have the same faith as Paul's homeland,

To the extent that they have an area under their control in the imperial lands and thrive greatly.

And in his homeland there were many zealous followers of the Red God, Lamia, who had several high priests everywhere, and beasts and manticores, who had many compatriots who believed in the Green God,

Goblins and orgasms who believed in the same green gods as gold and red and black and Paul and had settlements all over the continent for every tribe divided into many...

In my hometown, cultural differences were never so much those who didn't understand the story. All the people were barbarians who didn't believe in God, and even when they tried to preach God's teachings, they couldn't talk properly.

It was like a smart kedathing, chased and crusaded by the people of the land, because they knew nothing of what to say about pagan opponents, and were fine, harmful to people, deprived of things, and had no wisdom to form an imprisoned party.

Especially unforgivable is the Black God. Loved by the darkness of the night with the protection of his immediate blood, he is a fool who is a member of the Black God but cannot believe in the Dark God, which means' the Black God 'in this land.

It was its power, none other than that, that Paul, enraged by the worldly admonition that the Dark God and others were abominable to us, unworthy of believing, no matter how much God's grace many of the Paul and his followers wanted, defeated the Black God's family with his companions.

(But is it Fairey...)

Fairey is the one I met on such a missionary journey.

In Paul's homeland he believed in either the golden god who presided over the sky or the green god who presided over the earth. His race used to be a long-heared invader in this land...... he had a close relationship with a people who seemed to be called elves in this land.

Its descendants, the Fairies, are not very familiar with the gods to which humans serve, but the moves of the invaders...... they say they are good at witchcraft, build their own civilization and rule rich lands.

Faithless, albeit rational, and of the same small race as the Pauls.

Paul's next appointment was decided when he heard that the Fairy's daughter, whom he happened to know when he crusaded his black family, was the sister of a chief who bound the race in the country.

And they continued their journey, to the gardens that reigned over this fairy.

(Here or... I see, I feel the grace of a strong green God. Sounds like a rich land.)

Shortly after descending into the garden, Paul, also the Great Cleric of the Green God, senses that there is a faint amount of magic in the earth.

If it was home, the sooner it was taken away from each other… the land that would naturally be called the Holy Land, headed by the Great Cleric.

(If so...... I guess this is still Fairy's territory)

As Paul's thoughts were corroborated, the rulers of the land appeared as soon as the peach blossoms jumped into the blooming garden.

A giant made of grass, huge as an orga, appeared before Paul's eyes, not with the wings of a dragon, but with the fairies with insect-like wings, which would have been made in fairies to protect the land.

There is a color of vigilance in their eyes.

"Is there any mistake in the appearance of the black dwarf with the wings of the bat, which was more in Dear Thierry's letter"

"No, it's not. The wings that dwell in this body belong to the dragon more than the green god. Don't get me wrong... but it certainly doesn't make any difference that I came to the land with my people with Miss Thierry's introduction"

After claiming an inalienable line as a high priest, I take out a brush I received from Thierry from my nostalgia and show it to him.

"Uhm...... I did check. You are now a guest of this country. Queen, Her Majesty Tiana is waiting for you. I'll show you around. What about your people?

"Mm-hmm. I'm letting you wait outside now. I'll call you, so wait a minute."

Apparently, there's no sudden attack.

I will decide so and return it to my people.

(Now, I hope this time the opponents are some of those who unravel the heart of God)

With such anxiety, he returned to Rock Mountain to speak out to his companions, including his wives.

As a benefactor of Tierria's life and guest of Tiana-Silbario XVI, Paul's line was enthusiastically welcomed in the Land of Flowers.

A few fairies hang words of gratitude, and the children are amused to see wings that are different from those that innocently approached Paul's line and grew on their backs.

That should have been said to be little disrespectful to point at the high priest and his side if it was his home town, but it did not make him feel malicious or willing to reject it.

(um, still rich, sounds like a good land... nothing to suffer from hunger or war wounds)

Paul sees the land calmly, holding back his wife's hand, who anxiously seeks his hand.

The land of Fairey, a race with the same back length as ourselves, was a rich place.

The land is so full of magic that it may be called a sanctuary, and the flowers bloom regardless of the season.

From what I've heard, the land doesn't seem to have any trouble with food because it eats honey and seeds that can be taken from its flowers.

Also, there hasn't been a battle-like battle in the last hundred years or so, so none of the people with obvious battle wounds have been left alone.

I guess the richness here is higher than elsewhere, because the things we met on the pagan continent lived poorer apart from just a fraction of what lived in the capital.

When I flew away thinking about it, I saw a woman with huge, grassy, flowery intertwined buildings and young grassy hair standing in front of her.

(I see... is that the length that binds the fairies of the land)

At a glance, to its mighty magic, Paul immediately perceives its identity.

The girl who said that Thierry was also similar to the woman in front of her, had abundant magic powers, but there would be no chief but a woman in front of her who was comparable to the Great Cleric himself.

"Well done. My sister's benefactors. My name is Tiana-Silbario XVI. It's what governs this country."

Fulfilling, that's what the woman in front of you calls it. In contrast, Paul will also be named back with respect.

"Thank you for accepting me today. I come from a far southern continent, my name is Paul. Though he is a genius, he has given the status of high priest over the green god who presides over the earth. I need you to know me."

Tiana narrows her eyes and says what she notices to Paul, who has given thanks and words.

"Well, the South... their outfits and their skin... I see they're in the same place as them."

"Those guys?

Tiana nods and says one thing when Paul inquires in wonder.

"Oh, because I know the owner of a powerful force who puts together clothes like them, has skin like them, and is comparable to them"

"Oh, my God. What the hell is that?

What if other high priests of his own are coming to the land? Paul, who thought so, asks Tiana.

"Oh, I saw it in the other world"

"... what?

To such Paul's words, to Tiana's words returned, Paul smiles for a moment.

"Yes, the other world......?

"Um, once every seven days, there appears in this land a door that leads to another world, but I saw it in that land."

And keep up the words.

"Just fine if you're interested. Tomorrow is just the day when a door will appear in this land that leads to another world. I intend to host their reception there. Let's hang out."

"... ok. But why banquet in another world...?

To Paul's words, Tiana grins even deeper and says:

"Oh, beyond the door is a place called the Dining Room of the Other World… a place to feed the sweets of the other world"

"... what?

Then again Paul showed his scorned face in his words.

And the next day, the door opens to the other world with the light sound of saying chillin 'chillin'.

"Welcome! Dear Tiana, the milk crepe you booked is ready."

"Uhm. I expected to visit within seven days of booking, but it was only more than I expected, so I'm glad I didn't waste it"

A messenger of chaos dressed in a rare outfit, who appeared right after knocking on the door, exchanges words with Tiana in affection.

"... Tiana's courtesy invited me this time. Don't embarrass me."

Quickly flaunting his men who tried to show tension and hostility to the abominable messenger of chaos, Paul saw a different world to visit for the first time.

(... I feel signs of strong fire and slight but dark. It's like a sanctuary...... still)

Sharp, vertically cracked dragon eyes capture the power of God full of this otherworldly, and find what Tiana was saying.

(Lucia and white Catalina without legs, or...)

Among the great priests there were two great priests who had a particularly strong power and were known throughout the continent for the strength of their faith.

Lucia, with the man chosen as Lamia's 'husband', smiled and welcomed him with a man cleric-like boy as if he had finished his cooking,

Apparently, she visited by herself. Catalina is waiting for the dish she asked for to come.

(I see, this doesn't even make a scene.)

In the morning, I wondered what it was like when people told me that fighting was your law in different worlds, but if you look at the real thing like this, you're also good at it.

Paul hears that the battlefield where those two fought about a decade ago was burned down with light and flames, and ended up in a deserted field where no one could live.

If those people fight here, it's just too bad.

And I also feel signs of those who do not know if they are comparable to the Great Cleric, but who seem to have considerable strength, beginning with Tiana beside them.

As Paul the Great Cleric, I knew perfectly well that there would be no life if we made a scene here.

"Well, I'm going to cut it off, so please wait a minute."

With that said, the followers of chaos disappear into the back room.

"This way. Lord Paul."

"Oh...... let's go"

Encouraged by Tiana, Paul descends with the nearby clerics to a huge table that would have been reserved for humans.

"What's going on with the crepe today?

"Oh, to welcome Lord Paul today, I am saying it is a milk crepe that Her Majesty has specifically asked for"

"What's that?

"I don't know. But they say it's a special treat for the celebration. I heard everything from Lord Victoria..."

Paul's ears capture such fairies' conversation.

The look was full of obvious expectations and made me feel gorgeous.

"Dear Paul..."

"What, it would also be rude not to take it if you say welcome. Enjoy yourselves."

Paul and the others are neither familiar with the practices of the northern continent nor, let alone those of other worlds.

I had no idea what would come out of it.

(Probably a sweet treat)

Yesterday, the meal served from Fairy was a flower seed with flower nectar, which was quite sweet.

From that point of view, the treat that Fairey prefers will be sweet.

With that in mind, a human man, who would be the shopkeeper of this store, brings the dish.

"Thank you for waiting. We've got the milk crepe, the hall you booked."

With those words, the fairies bah, and depart from the middle of the table. And on a flat, empty table, the shopkeeper put it down gently.

(What's that? Much huge, but egg-roasted?

That was Paul's first thought.

A huge pile of stuffy, round, egg-colored mountains.

Something was painted on top of it softly, and it seemed to shine in the light of white light pouring down from the ceiling.

"Then we'll cut it off."

After putting it down gently, I gently put in the huge silver knife I got and cut that mountain apart.

(I cut it in pieces like I always do. Then it doesn't look delicious...)

Pour your nerves and slice them apart elongated.

Half, quarter, eighth, sixteenth...... I'm going to be unable to stand on my own if I cut any more, so stop there and put it on the little plate Aletta brought me.

"Well... milk crepes and lots of beautifully made treats."

"It's beautiful to be adorned with all kinds of fruits of crepe, but the milk crepe is just as beautiful as it is."

"Is that all cream and skin... what does it taste like to fulfill"

The fairies mouth their thoughts on the split milk crepe placed on a small plate.

(What is that... is that a treat?

The opposing Pauls are stunned by the treats of the other world that they see for the first time, unlike the more coarsely made treats they know.

The contents of the milk crepe removed from the mountain had become a strange creation.

Pale yellow and white.

The two layers were folded in multiple layers.

The white and yellow stripes, layered precisely in equal portions, were the same width without distortion and were so beautiful that it was a waste of time to eat them.

Take your time, then.

First, the shopkeeper pulls into the back, just a little happy that he was pleased with his appearance.

"Well, let's just say... your plate is for your guests, you mustn't put your hands on it."

When Tiana declares so majestically, the Fairies leave the plate just outside Paul and the others fly away where the Fairies are already gathered in bells.

And the fairies, with forgiveness from the Queen, gather together in 'prey' and cut it off.

"Dear Paul..."

"Courtesy of Lord Tiana. Thank you."

With that word, my wife approaches the intact milk crepe softly.

Tie it by hand over the tip of the milk crepe, which has multiple overlapping layers, and offer it respectfully to Paul.

"Then, first of all, Master Paul will not eat. Otherwise, the others won't eat."

"Oh, yeah"

Nodding, from a brown hand stained white with cream, Paul receives a milk crepe.

(Hmm... it looks like the fruit is boiled in sugar on top of this)

A keen sense of smell, forged as a constant of the Great Cleric, taught him who it was painted on top of the milk crepe.

A refreshing, originally sour, fruit boiled in sugar obtained from other species.

Even a small amount of it gained the power to live and was well preserved, so it was well eaten among the Lillipats, who hunted wild beasts without clerics and raised too huge a jade shrimp.

It was something Paul used to eat when he was a child who had no power whatsoever.

With that in mind, I bump into the milk crepe in my hand.

"... yummy. This."

I accidentally leaked those words.

Jam with a hint of bitterness and acidity in a firm sweetness and a moist, soft, egg-coloured skin and a cream that is not too sweet.

The skin at the top of the milk crepe contains them all and mixes them together in the mouth.

A thick jam and a cream that melts softly in your mouth. And a skin that collapses in your mouth, sandwiched between those two.

Its flavour slowly mixes and spreads.

Then take another bite.

Now, there is no jam and it tastes just the cream and skin.

But if you taste it well, it tastes weaker than the first one if you let the skin contain jam, but that sweet and sour fruit tastes.

And the change in the ratio of cream to skin makes the taste of the cream feel stronger.

The cream, which has a strong milk flavour and for which the sweetness is reduced to weakness, disappears quickly with the heat in the mouth.

And it leaves plenty of cream flavor on the aftertaste.

(And this skin part, too, is good)

It was eaten by many species in my hometown, reminding me of something that melts and bakes corn powder in water, skin.

But that's completely different from what was supposed to be poor food in my hometown.

Perhaps besides water and powder, they add eggs because of their yellowness.

Besides, from the fact that it goes well with the cream, the milk may also be mixed.

(This might be delicious, even if eaten with meat or marmette)

With that in mind, I often taste that, which is now splendidly made up as a treat.

And the small cut shards quickly disappear into Paul's belly.

That's how while Paul was indulging, the other clerics were flocking to Milk Crepe and beginning to eat.

It is as rough as throwing livestock into a flock of hungry beasts, and for Paul and the others, a milk crepe the size of which may be called huge, gets smaller as they look at it.

"Wait, wait, wait. It's not enough with me yet."

Paul also approaches the plate like he was just a little panicked about that.

The feast of friendship between Fairey and Paul lasted until everyone ate too much.

With hundreds of millions of bloated bellies to fly, Tiana and Paul returned to the land of flowers.

"So, were you happy? Lord Paul."

"Let's see. Thank you, Dear Tiana."

Paul also answers Tiana's smiling inquiry with a smile.

"Well... that's good. I hope we can continue to have a good relationship."

Tiana deepens her grin at the answer.

The breadth of this world, one end of it, the pagan followers who have visited it more than the unknown, which they have known since they began to visit the land.

I'm still not sure about them, but I'm sure they're not so bad people anyway.

Yeah, it's just good to know. Tiana was feeling that way.

"Ha... Would you allow me to spread the teachings of the great green God to this land, if I may? No matter what, we won't be strong."

"Fine. It would be good to use this country of flowers as a base for spreading teaching on this continent, if you like. We welcome them. The Temple of the Green God"

That's why I also respond comfortably to Paul's offer.

Thus began the small bud-like interaction.