The Other World Dining Hall

- They did it.

Faldania, the Siena Forest elf, had to admit defeat.

"What do you say? That was good, wasn't it?

Abominable voice... I hear a human man.

In front of me is a plate of black iron… a plate with the dishes that Faldania had just eaten.

Elves generally do not eat food obtained from animals.

For the cleansed and purified forest people elves, the beasts living in the woods are dear 'friends' and, above all, the smell of the animals is too strong.

Animal meat and so on smells very good for elves.

Therefore, the elves do not hunt.

Elf pride bow moves are only moves to fight the outer enemies who step foot in the woods.

Sometimes it was because of the low birth rate and the low absolute number of elves, but every forest where the elves live is full of trees and grasshopper grace alone.

I sometimes prefer meat and fish if I'm a stranger or an abominable 'mixture' to adventures into the world of people and people who live in people from an early age, but I don't eat that if I'm a 'legitimate' elf like Faldania.

That's why Faldania placed an order to look down half way… the man answered easily and showed it.

A delicious dish without meat, fish, milk or eggs.

I never thought I could make such a thing, such a savage human man without shards of delicacy.

If that's what Faldania usually speaks of...

I would not have been surprised so far if it were the kind of salad served with fresh raw vegetables and vegetables and the kind of soup simmered with mushrooms.

The humans are pretty good at it, too. That should be enough.

But it wasn't. What the man came here to make was a dish that Faldania didn't imagine.

(It sucks!... but)

Faldania also knows that 'it didn't taste good' doesn't work by eating all the way to the last bite on the boulder.

Faldania remembers how this happened as she squeezed her lips together.

(The first mistake... yes, I went in here)

It starts there.

What happened was that Fardania, who was out hunting mushrooms in the woods, felt a strange stream of magic.

"... what is it? This... transport-based magic?

Pickle and his long ears moved. Faldania sensed the anomaly.

Magic gathers in the woods, especially in a corner where magic accumulates easily.

Something should be happening if it stays like this… something like a magic formation of transfers.

That's what Faldanian magical knowledge was telling me.

Elves are a magically good species.

If you are in a human being, you are a brilliant magician. If you are a magician, you can use it in children less than 50 years of age, and the magic techniques that have been studied during the long life of the elves are so developed that they are not comparable to those of humans and dwarves.

Therefore, I am sensitive to magic, and if it is strong magic, I can detect it before activation…

"... from this magic, it's not the magic someone in the village used... let's just go"

Suspicious in the Siena Forest, an elf forest… you can't ignore the fact that powerful magic has been used.

Faldania went to the spot where she said the magic had been used and took the bow she loved.

(There it is... apparently artifact kind of magic...)

So much less, Faldania, having arrived at the place where the magic occurred, guessed exactly what it was.

Black doors written in letters not found in cat paintings and Fardanian knowledge, attached to forest tree holes.

Ancient… artifacts made in an era when the elves were the most prosperous species of magical origin.

That's the source of magic.

(... If it's such a strong magic, it's probably a different world before it gets flown)

Faldania is a young but brilliant magician even in the Elf Forest.

By virtue of its knowledge, it accurately perceives the magical identity.

Sounds like magic that only activates on the day when the magic that goes up and down at intervals of a few days increases the most.

A similar door should appear everywhere in this world to observe from the strength of this magic.

"… First, let's find out"

Mark nearby trees with metastatic magic.

Now even from another world, today, with the doors connected, we should be forced to move to this place.

And when you're ready, open the door.

Chillin 'chillin' and sounds from the source of magic. And.

"Give me Muniel! And booze! Give me plenty of booze!

"The usual."

"... Omelette. Omori. Mochikaeri, Omelette, 3ko"

"Store owner, two servings of shrimp fries, please!

"Um... one chocolate parfait, please..."

It was the shop that was spreading there.

A table placed inside the store and a chair.

A guest sitting in that chair had ordered food thoughtfully.

"Welcome. Please take your seats."

Perhaps the owner of this store told Faldania.

Looking at it in a frigid manner, Faldania left it to her curiosity to take a seat at the empty table.

"Fuck yeah! Still no booze for me!

The Dwarves, who seem to smell like hardware, sigh out sighing, drinking up the fish meat all at once.

"Mm-hmm. That's still for Doyo"

Golden liquor and a lean human old man nodding while eating fried pork.

"... m. Okawari."

In one word, ordering egg dishes again with red ones are Lizardman warriors who say they will live in wetlands, with scratches carved all over their bodies.

"Uhm! Tartar sauce is good, but so is tonkatsu sauce! Shripe is still great!

It is the man of the human race who is eating what looks like a sea creature in a noise.

………

Silently and seriously, to the point of eating a mysterious object made up of something black, something cow's milky, is the daughter of a man who clearly seems to grow up well, dressed in a bright dress.

(Well... you're in trouble)

Faldania was in trouble in that situation.

Honestly, none of them look delicious.

The menu you brought me earlier.

All that was written on it were dishes I had never seen or heard of.

But if you look at what the shop guests are eating… the food here doesn't fit Faldania's, elf's mouth.

(I wonder why human-made dishes are so... savage)

Yes, every dish in this store contains things like beasts, fish, milk and eggs.

For legitimate elves living in the woods, they cannot be called 'ingredients'.

I can't eat at last.

(Bread... no soup, either)

The repellency is strong, as well as the sense of elf is sharp.

If it's even slightly mixed with beasts, fish, milk and eggs, you'll spot it, and then you won't be able to eat it.

"Customers. Have you decided on your order?

The store owner speaks to Faldania.

Faldania exhales one sigh and says teasing.

"Well... if you have a dish that doesn't contain meat, fish, milk or eggs, give it to me.

If not, I don't need anything in particular. I'll be out in a minute. "

There is no way. I say it as I stood up because I thought so. But.

"Yes, thank you for your order. Wait a minute, then."

When a man snorts, he just tries to go to the kitchen.

"Hey!"

Seeing it, Faldania rushes to get up and call off the shopkeeper.

"... what?

"I'm telling you, I can't eat it if it's a little bit of a mix of hidden flavors, can I?

You still think you can make it?

"It's okay. Hey, the soup...

Miso juice doesn't seem to work either, but I can serve the others properly. "

"... yes. Fine."

Until then, I just have to back off.

Faldania takes her seat again in silence.

(What the hell are you going to serve?

I don't even think it's easy for humans to cook like that.

Salad or something like soup?

But you said something like you can't serve soup...)

If you make a weird deception, consolidate your determination to take a seat, even immediately.

And after a while.

"Thank you for waiting"

The dish is placed before Pont and Faldania.

"What's this?

Seeing it, Faldania raised her voice unexpectedly.

Fried danshak fruit cut into eight pieces in vegetable oil and sprinkled with salt.

Bright orange curute boiled to sweeten.

Dark green leafy vegetables.

And a dish with them on it, placed more and more on a hot, heated plate of black iron, making noise with juju ju.

It was a dish not found in Fardanian knowledge.

"It's tofu steak. The seasoning is grated pong vinegar...

Our only stock is kelp. Maybe even the lady can eat it.

This is still a dish that young daughters like you often ask for.

Sometimes I get out.

And the bread doesn't look good, so I brought rice.

I think this one will go well with tofu steak. Slow your chin. "

When told to answer Fardanian whining, the store owner goes to pick up a new customer's order.

(... I sure don't smell like a beast...)

Faldania makes that judgment from the fragrance that drifts from the dish.

In the freshness of the fruit and the aromatic aroma baked in fresh vegetable oil, there is no smell of the beast.

Indeed, this' toffee steak 'does not appear to be used meat, fish, eggs or milk, as ordered by Faldania.

(But the problem is, it tastes good.)

Fardania is still known for being a good cook in the Siena woods.

Even though the unscrupulous conditions put out by Faldania are met, if it tastes bad, we won't talk about it.

"Then..."

Drinking a sawdust, Faldania takes a fork and a knife.

I'm also concerned about dating, but first I put a knife in it on the plate, just the main thing.

It was cut apart with softness that did not make him feel resistant.

(... I'm not sure. The store owner said 'tof' or something)

Look at the toffee cut into bite-sized squares as it stabs a fork.

An unidentified object of the colour produced, burned to the point of light scorching… at least it doesn't smell unpleasant.

Fresh snowy vegetables and brown sauce hung it was food not found in Fardanian knowledge.

(Anyway... I'll just have to try it)

Even if it doesn't taste good, you can't go without a bite.

Faldania never... ate it.

(What's this!?

A fresh surprise spread into Faldania's mind.

It is cooked in oil and has a fragrant flavor, yet smooth and mellow.

The flavors not found in Faldanian knowledge spread all over the mouth.

(... when I was younger, it's like I've eaten...)

Such a nostalgic flavor.

I don't know Faldania, who is an elf.

This tasted… close to dairy products.

Milk is not an ingredient for elves. Even if I eat it, its raw odor comes first.

Therefore, there is only one dairy flavour known to forest elves.

(That's right... this tastes like your mother)

It is only a flavor given to young children by the mother for a few extremely short years for the elves.

(This is... amazing completion)

After the first shock falls through, Faldania calmly analyzes… stunned.

I noticed the awesomeness of the sauce hanging on it.

Fruit… it is also a brown juice that combines something with fruit juice with a strong acidity that does not have sweetness.

The brown juice, which feels faintly flavored the same as the tofu, is quite delicious even then.

What further reconciles those two flavors is the juice with the smell of the sea.

(I can't believe humans have this kind of technology...)

Well, I don't know what something smells like the ocean.

But I know what it's used for.

Dry mushrooms to put in when Fardania makes soup.

Same as that. By simmering thoroughly, the juice is put out and mixed in.

By doing so, they both reconcile two strong flavors.

… to a much higher standard than the dishes made by Faldania.

(Even though that's delicious enough...)

Plus it's accompanied by strong smelling herbs and white snowy vegetable mouldings.

It has a spicy and slightly bitter taste, combined with a sour and salty sauce, which creates a complex flavour.

The aftertaste is refreshing thanks to the herbs, which have an even stronger and unique smell.

I have the satisfaction that the sophisticated sauce goes with the toffee, which tastes rustic and pale in one way or another, so that it is light but I do eat it.

(... I can't believe I can make something like this... human!

Shocked.

A race that only has a short life span and dies as soon as it is born.

A race unrelated to great culture, like a noble elf.

Yes, I thought so. But Faldania was a brilliant daughter, so she realized.

This dish is… far ahead of the dishes that elves can make today, excellent dishes.

Tighten your remorse… with a toffee steak.

It's regrettable again that rice eaten with toffee steak and even delicious to go out with.

(I can't believe you're losing like this... I can't forgive you!

It was that day that did not leak into the example of the elf and it was still the moment when the pride of the high Faldania caught fire.

The next day.

Are you sure you want to go? Faldania. "

Father of Faldania… A father who does not reach the age of 300, still with the appearance of a young young man not so different from Faldania, asks anxiously.

I was really anxious to get my dear and dear daughter, still young, out of the Siena Forest, where the elves were guarded.

"Of course!... it's okay. I'm an adult now."

Faldania's determination is firm.

I can't live with Nukunuku in this forest any more than I was hurt in pride as an elf.

Faldania… must embark on a journey.

Because of his youth, Faldania firmly believed so.

"Are you an adult! You're still too young, Faldania!

To such a daughter, his wife… his father, who has only been sick of Faldania's mother for 20 years, speaks out in protest.

Even if the flesh was finished growing, the spirit is still immature.

From his father's point of view, Faldania was only a child.

"Already! 'Cause it's okay! Don't worry!

Because I'm sure I'll feed my dad some delicious food too!

Finally leaving the house so that Faldania, who has crossed the limits of patience, will say just that and jump out half way.

"Oh, wait! At least..."

Shake off the father's words and use magic as it is, and run like the wind.

Leaving the Siena Forest in no time is just a wide plain, unstoppable by forest trees.

"Yes... make delicious dishes! More than that other world cafeteria human!

And Faldania runs out. For a journey to regain pride.

Afterlife, admired by all races, elf dishes that produce great delicious delicacies, even though they do not use meat, fish, eggs or milk.

It was the journey of a young man, only 121 years old, a legendary cook who should also be described as his ancestor.