The Other World Dining Hall

A young apprentice cleric serving the Red God, Emilio stood before her sitting in a large, sturdy stone chair with a face of tension.

"Thank you very much. We truly welcome you."

The name of the woman who smiles so glossy is Lucia.

With a wrinkly grin and colourful incense as a woman, despite being over 50 years old, and a glossy cleric outfit made of thin silk, she serves the Red God as a cleric...

It is also one of the premier high priests of our time, where there is nothing unknown about what serves the Red God.

Lucia is also a queen to the followers of the Red God who live around here.

A glossy beauty that will not fade beyond the age of 50, so powerful that by the power of true faith you can completely transform yourself into a 'dragon'.

It has been very active each time in the battle against other things that have happened several times before, that serve God.

She is also the descendant of a clan that has spawned superior clerics for generations, and it is said that more than 1,000 years ago, when a savage ear-long invader from the North attacked magic with a weapon, her clan ancestors turned to dragons and ran through the sky, burning down many enemies.

He is such a powerful man that even the priests of the 'Temple of the Holy Shell', the greatest sanctuary for those who serve the Red God, cannot be ignored.

"No... no... I can't believe I'm here to train... that... it's an honor"

Emilio answers the words in great awe.

I am aware that the opposing Emilio is still immature as serving the Red God.

When such a big man originally visited the Temple of the Holy Shell, he wasn't so cleric that he asked me to come all the way here to train him.

(Again, I...)

Secondly, Emilio feels dark.

Emilio, who is still immature as a cleric, certainly has no other talent.

Emilio has an unnecessary talent for wanting manhood: "Poor looks like a girl".

I have also been whispered love 'from a man' several times, not realizing I was a man, or knowing I was a man.

I used to shave my hair up for manhood and try on manly clothes, but that didn't work either.

It was a fully conceivable story that Lucia had first seen the beauty and spoke to Emilio.

"Hehe... it's okay. You were my prospect..."

Lucia smiles glossy and gently strokes Emilio, whether she realizes it or not in Emilio's heart like that...

Using a long 'tail' that is three times as good as Emilio's, who is as small as a girl.

Yes, nothing but human beings is the race that serves the strong gods.

The path of faith is open to everyone, as long as we combine intelligence and culture that only honors God and we feel respectful to Him.

And what one has to serve the Red God, the Lucian race is Lamia. A race stronger than man, with a woman's upper body and a serpent's lower body.

… is close to God, the most powerful creature in the world, a powerful species with excellent magic and intelligence.

Lamia, a stronger species than a human warrior, even if she is just a daughter who is not a cleric, is close to a human being because of the unique characteristics of that race.

Ramia can't have a man.

All races are 'women', and when they are old, they meet to exchange sons with humans.

Then he receives more seeds than a human male, and laying eggs gives birth to "Lamia's Daughter" for the first time.

It is such a race.

If Lamia is disconnected from people, only a moderate demise awaits.

(In fact, according to travellers from the northern continent, Lamia, who does not serve God living on the two continents in the north, only has a small settlement of mothers and their daughters, and is endangered and about to perish because she forcibly assaults humans and remits children)

Because we know that, Lamia is close to humans and sometimes embraces' trainers' like Emilio.

... Nevertheless, I have never accepted a female trainee for more than 1,000 years.

"Come on, let's come. Today is a special day. We'll take you to the sanctuary."

Pull over to Emilio's side, mouth whispering love, and Lucia urges Emilio.

"Shh, is it a sanctuary...?

"Yeah, that's right. A place that is important to us... and perhaps to you.

Welcome wholeheartedly. I want you to know that there are no lies in those words. "

Don't break the grin at all, lay your words on the confused Emilio, then move out if you don't.

To be drawn to it, Emilio walked out on Lucia's side.

- Look, that's what Lucia said.

- Well, nice. The boulder is Lucia.

- Oh, there... oh, speaking of which, you were a doyo today.

Emilio's ears reach the voices of the ladies like birds in the settlement of Lamia, made of sturdy stones, so that they can support their weight, which reaches several times that of humans.

(See, they're watching...)

Feeling uncomfortable with that gaze, Emilio follows Lucia solemnly.

And the two of them get to the place.

"I got it. This is our sanctuary… a place to protect what's important."

Lucia looks back and tells Emilio.

There, at first glance, it looks like just a cave.

A natural cave made of reddish rock scraped, not even decorated like a temple, with no extra hands.

"This is the place...... no, I see. I do feel the power of a strong flame."

But Emilio is convinced that it is indeed a sanctuary there.

I felt the divinity of the Red God leaking out of it.

"... Yep. I guess so. I'll show you inside."

Glad to see Emilio like that, she narrows her eyes and Lucia urges her back.

"Yes, please"

Besides, Emilio nodded out of curiosity, and the two went into the back.

Enter the cave and walk a little and exit to the open place.

"... I see. What is important…"

Reaching the back of that open place, Emilio learns what Lucia meant by the words she was saying.

Something important in the cave.

One is sacrificing this sanctuary, and perhaps the red God dropped it when he fought the old god of chaos, a huge scale of deep red stabbed to the ground.

And the other one...

"Yes, this is important to us… this is where we protect our daughters"

I groan all over that hall, looking at my mother's compatriots, I say.

Several ramiahs wrapped around the hall and stood still.

... all of them, just holding a white egg the size of a human baby.

"It takes roughly three or so seasons for those daughters to hatch.

And what will be my mother in this land will spend most of the day here.

Always full of our God, in this place. "

Yet Lucia approaches one young daughter.

"... oh. Grandmother. What have you done?

Noticing Lucia approaching, the daughter calls out to her grandmother as she holds the egg that will be her baby.

"Take it easy. Loomia, I brought you here today."

"Sir... Oh, welcome to our sanctuary. I say Loomia.

Nice to meet you. Temple of the Priest. "

Notice Emilio's presence in Lucia's words and bow your head gracefully.

"So. Loomia, I think it was your day to go..."

"... Grandmother. Fine. Instead…"

In those words, Roomia, who perceived what Lucia wanted, says to her grandmother with a laugh.

"Yeah. I know."

Lucia's got it, too, and she smiles and snorts.

"... you know? What is that?"

Emilio asks Lucia, who is the only one who hasn't kept up with the story of this occasion.

"... you'll see soon enough"

In response to such Emilio, Lucia does not break her grin and goes further into the back to say that...... get there.

"... that? Why are there doors here?

Emilio puts her neck up when she sees it.

There was a black door out of place there.

... even though until now, it's a cave where people's hands haven't been placed as one thing, such as what they got.

"... hehe. This is the door to God's land that we believe God gave us about 10 years ago."

That's right, gently hang your hand onto the gold handle and open it.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the door opens with a light noise.

"Wow!? Ko, this!?

The moment that door opened, Emilio was unintentionally stunned and raised her voice.

Leaking out from beyond the door is the power of the Red God who crosses even the main temple of the Temple of the Holy Shell.

A sign of a rather red god that Emilio, who serves the red god, has just never felt.

"You're ready"

Lucia says 10 years ago, remembering her first visit to the land.

"Ahead is the true sanctuary… and the place to feed the kingdom of God"

Usually, sipping and spitting at the signs of a treat that is meant for mothers who raise their children but therefore rarely can be spoken for.

The sanctuary was an unexpectedly vibrant place.

"... a lot of people are kind of different"

Emilio mouths her honest thoughts as she glances around a rare sight.

In that sanctuary there were some truly strange people, such as the people and little fairies and dwarves that Emilio was unfamiliar with, beasts and demons with lion heads and cat ears, and strangely long human ears.

"Yeah. This is a different world. And they came from our world through the doors, just like us."

With that being said, I crawl to the seat next to the cleric of the Golden God, which I have recently come to see, and wind up a tunnel.

"Come on, come here"

"Yes...... excuse me. The Golden Cleric."

"Uhm."

Unlike Emilio, who is eating something like a confection made from Kumara, Emilio sits in a chair, greeting lightly a priest with a manly body.

"Welcome! Sir, are you ready to place an order?

As if he had foreseen to sit that way, his daughter, who had begotten the horn of the sheep, approaches him and asks them both.

"Yeah, I'd like a scotch egg, as usual. Our share is half ripe, the rest half ripe.

Pair with bread, please.

And about 20 for takeaways... Is Emilio okay with that? "

"Oh, yes... I'll take care of it"

"Yes! Thank you! Here's some water."

That's how she finishes her order and gently places the water filled in a clear glass of vitreous on the two of them, her daughter gratefully pulls into the back room.

"Is it unusual?

Lucia asks Emilio, who often looks around.

"Yeah... this is the sanctuary of the Red God, isn't it? It looks like a restaurant serving meals."

The strange decorations in this room are strange, as are the guests.

To the divine sanctuary of the Red God, only the Emilios served the Red God who is now in this place.

Right next door would definitely be seen as a priest of the golden god from the outfit he wore, and I can see about four cleric-like women of the white god dressed very unusual but with a strong sense of the power of light on another table.

Is this really the sanctuary of the Red God?

"Yeah. That's right. This is indeed the sanctuary of the Red God. Whatever... it's where the Red God himself visits."

Lucia utters the word, as she teaches Emilio such.

What happened 10 years ago...... for the first time in my life, I remember with nostalgia the day I was stunned from the bottom of my heart.

"What!? or God Himself!?

Swallow words that you're about to ask if you're joking by accident.

In front of you is the Great Cleric of the Pious Red God.

There's no way a Red God cleric can lie about a Red God.

"Yes, and this is because the food in this store is delicious… Fortunately, it's midnight for God to visit, so let's have some time before then"

"Yes... yes!

Emilio nods again and again in haste at Lucia's words.

It is a great honor to meet the Red God himself, but it is overloaded.

I can't keep up with my mind's readiness when I'm told I'm going to meet God now rather than now.

"Great. So... shall we have a meal?"

In doing so, a middle-aged man...... Lucia tells Emilio when she sees the owner of this store carrying the food.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a scotch egg."

That and the shopkeeper puts it in front of two people.

A meat dish served on a white plate, coloured with thin green leafy vegetables and smaller red marmettes, and marmette red juice served in smaller vessels.

One is cut into rings to show finely chopped meat and bright yellow and white eggs, the other two making noises all the time in their intact form without being cut.

On that side is placed a vessel filled with light coloured soup and a dish served with brown chunks with a hint of warm air.

"Ah, it looks delicious..."

Emilio drinks spit unintentionally at the sound and aroma.

"I'll bring you the return and the tequila by the time you get home. Then take your time."

The shopkeeper then leaves, leaving behind the dish that smells delicious and Emilio and Lucia surrounding it.

"Come on, let's have it"

"Yes..."

And the two of them just get their hands on the dish.

"Ah, this is delicious..."

First, Emilio accidentally leaks her voice when she hits the bread.

First and foremost, freshly baked, thin and strong parts and a slightly sweet and soft white part that spreads beneath them.

It tastes like nothing I've ever eaten, but it was delicious inside.

"They say it's bread... they bake it with powdered grass fruit called komgi"

"Oh, Komugi... you're not Tamaki."

In Lucia's words Emilio looks seriously at the bread and says:

The food that Emilio and the others usually mouth is different from what was steamed by refining the corn powder with water.

That alone made Emilio feel an unknown different world.

"Come on, the bread is delicious, but try the scotch eggs"

"Yes, then..."

Recommended by Lucia, Emilio puts his hand on the Scotch egg.

Slightly raise the hot air, yellow and white, gray of roasted meat, the same brown as bread.

That carries a line of scotch eggs in your mouth like an annual wheel.

(Ooh...)

Bite each garment with a fragrant flavor and it tastes like meat.

The sweetness of the vegetables, white and clear in the taste of the chopped meat on the fat, flavoured with salt and spices, spreads in the mouth.

What I feel with it is the taste of boiled eggs.

A slightly salty, pale taste of eggs interacts with the flavor of meat and becomes one.

"What do you say?

Slowly make sure Emilio swallows, then Lucia deepens her grin and asks Emilio.

"Yes! It's delicious. That, very."

Emilio smiles back at the inquiry.

"It would be. But that's not the end of the Scotch egg delicacy.

Next, chili sauce… try that red juice on. "

"Yes."

As recommended by Lucia, Emilio puts on a puffy red juice, tries it, and looks out for it unexpectedly.

(Wow!? This is hard!?

Yes, that red juice was spicy and sour.

The sourness of Marmet, it seems, is mixed with Togalan, hot spiciness.

Tastes not very delicious on its own.

(but......!

Emilio stabs the scotch eggs with one fork after another, puts them on red juice, and eats them.

(Yummy!)

The simple flavour of meat and eggs is complemented by the spiciness and acidity of the red juice, which completes the scotch egg.

Just like the Lamias, who were fascinated by its flavour, Emilio goes on to eat scotch eggs.

"Good. You seem to like it..."

With only a little relief from that, Lucia also hurries to eat before it cools down.

And for a little while, the table will have time for only the sound of a fork to sound.

"Well, 'semi-ripe' next..."

Eventually, the first one served was cut and served...... eating ripe, Lucia tells Emilio.

"Half ripe, is it... this one, you haven't cut it, have you?

To Lucia's words, Emilio leaves more...... see a dull, uncut brown chunk.

This, from the shape of the egg as it is, this is also, I guess, a Scotch egg.

"Why haven't you cut this one?

"You can see that by hanging up."

Lucia answers Emilio's question softly.

"Come on in. Enjoy. Cut it with your knife."

"Yes."

Encouraged by Lucia, Emilio gently pushes a silver-going knife against the Scotch egg...... force.

Soft scotch eggs cut easily...... thick and yellow things pour out.

"Huh? Wow!? Here, this..."

Surprise for a moment at unexpected events...... know who they are.

"Yes, half ripe, the yellow body is not solidified."

That's why I can't cut it and serve it.

That was the answer earlier.

"Come on, eat… half ripe or ripe, which is a difficult question that we can't even conclude inside."

I joke and say it and encourage Emilio to eat it.

"Well...... I see. This is hard to put on."

Said and spoken, Emilio also agrees with Lucia's words.

The yellow body of an egg that has not solidified but definitely the fire passes and is never raw.

Thickened and spilled it has a rich egg flavour, making it the best flavour to add a wonderful flavour to the meat.

It soothes the spiciness and acidity of the red juice used for scotch eggs.

Do you eat egg yellow as a flavoring, or as a utensil as meat?

It certainly tasted uncertain which one to choose.

Then the two go ahead and eat silently.

In an instant, the scotch egg disappears from the top of the plate, and even more of the yellow and red juice is stuffed with bread.

Then all the vegetables are gone... and the meal is over.

"Phew... it was delicious"

"Right...... good for you. You'll like it."

The line narrows her eyes to a thin but boyish eating, Lucia says.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a take-home Scotch egg."

Then a little bit, the shopkeeper brings a glass of Scotch egg and liquor in a bag of brown paper.

"Well, thank you...... it was always delicious"

Scotch eggs and liquor received in that way… Lucia softly hands over several pieces of silver coins while receiving souvenirs to those who could not come to the store.

"Thank you. Stay tuned."

Receive it, count it lightly, and the store owner will serve and thank you in his pocket.

"Yes. See you soon... Come on, shall we go? Emilio."

"Yes."

We both leave the door with great satisfaction.

"" "" "Welcome back. Lucia" "" "

The moment they return to the cave that way, the two are surrounded by Lamias with eggs.

That gaze is hot and poured into the bag Lucia has.

"" Phew... "

Emilio and Lucia looked at the matter unexpectedly and smiled.

Thus the days of Emilio's training… the day of the beginning for the famous cleric, who would later have as many as ten 'daughters' with Lucia's grandchildren, was about to end peacefully.