The Other World Dining Hall

Melissa, the magic warrior in the half elf, thought, listening to the usual bell sound of chillin 'chillin'.

(Oh, speaking of which, will this be the last day I hear this?)

It's been 10 years since Melissa found this store after an adventurous party of adventurers together.

That decade was an instant one for Melissa, who turned 60 this year, but it seems to have been a long enough time for the rest of her fellow 'humans'.

(I had fun when I just found this place...)

When my companions had just gathered, they tried not to know it was a dead ruin that had been taken from them before, a ruin not so far from the city they had made Negijo.

It was the 'door' that kicked through the wild beasts and weak sub-human monsters who lived in the ruins, struggling, and was at the deepest point where they finally reached.

Magic door, which only opens once every seven days on Doyo Day...... the door of a different world dining room.

It was a restaurant in a different world, where Melissa and the others served delicious dishes that they had never seen, heard, and of course had never eaten.

Place pattern, I couldn't go through it every time, but I always feel like I was here when something happened.

When work is successful and nostalgia moisturizes.

When I came back safely to Negijo after a few months of adventure.

When my people die and I finish my condolences.

When I told my new buddies who came in afterwards the secret of the party.

... and when the leader's warrior and fellow wizard are to be married and it is decided to use that as an opportunity to dissolve the party.

Seven days ago, Melissa's party was decided to be dissolved and a farewell feast was held.

My buddies chose their way back to their homeland when they got married, retired on this occasion, decided to start doing business with the money they had accumulated in their previous adventurer lives, or decided to join another party somewhere, and decided to scatter.

That's no exception for Melissa, who is also a magical warrior, who hasn't been in her hometown in ten years...... the elf forest is close, she decided to return to the town of man.

To see my mother, perhaps as if she were no different.

Melissa is a half elf…

It is also a half-elf that is not changeling, now with a rare 'human father' and 'mother of elves'.

When his father was young, he was apparently a mercenary in a battle that challenged his demonic opponent with one spear with horrible power and crept through numerous training grounds.

And driven out of the woods by curiosity, he was captured by the demons, and the fact that he accidentally helped his mother, who was about to be enslaved, got to know him on the brink, and acted together...... eventually he became a couple.

When I was younger, I was sturdy enough that Alexander couldn't beat me, and until I got married, I was told by various women, and my mother laughed at me for making me do so much.

... than I can imagine from an old man with a bald head and a bright white beard, who died when Melissa was 10.

Melissa was the daughter of a late man.

My mother, who decides never to be held by a man other than my father, adored Melissa for a long time to become my last daughter.

Mother-sourced witchcraft taught beside my parents' lodging job and my father, who taught me by his oldest brother about 50 years of age, was good at it, was quite useful in his adventures.

And when Melissa got 50, when she aspired to be an adventurer wanting to see the outside world, she laughed and sent me off.

That's why when the party decided to break up, Melissa decided to go home first.

Back home, he decided to help his father get excited and now his mother is chopping him up.

The truth is, I was going to travel the day after that last feast.

Nonetheless, I stayed here for another seven days because I had word from the store owner.

Yes, it was when I told the shopkeeper of this store who reminded him of his father at the farewell feast about what was to come.

- Oh well, you're going home... then you, you're going home for a week, hey, can you just delay me for seven days?

I don't usually serve it instead, I'll make you a special menu.

Reminds me of my father who died somewhere 50 years ago, the old man with white hair said so with a laugh.

A special menu of different world dining rooms.

That's what bothered Melissa, who stayed in the city for only seven more days, and today visited a different world cafeteria.

"Hey, you're here. Welcome."

As always, the store owner welcomes Melissa in a store that is only popular with potatoes.

"Yes, thank you for inviting me today."

Return to it in a calm tone and take your usual seat.

"So, what are you feeding me today?

The store owner grins even deeper at Melissa's inquiry, he says.

"Oops. Today... it's cream stew. From the beginning."

"Heh... I see. Cream stew, he made it for me"

Melissa is convinced by the words. Including what he said was a special menu.

Cream stew meat drained.

That's what Melissa used to ask for.

Melissa, a half elf raised by an elf's mother, doesn't like meat, fish, milk or eggs much.

Not that I couldn't eat it, but it smelled unique and I didn't like it.

Conversely, the well boiled cream stew in this store was delicious enough to still like it.

That's why I was out of meat, and every time the store owner took that order, he was serving me a cream stew with a lot of vegetables instead of meat.

"Of course it's not normal. It's so special."

Seeing the look on Melissa's face like that, the store owner says with a deeper grin.

"So wait a minute."

That said, the store owner pulls into the back and gets that that he was totally able to do.

"Again. Cream stew with cats and special elf beans."

That's what I said. White soup served on a cotti and deep plate.

"It's my treat to say goodbye today. Eat, please."

"Yep. Thanks"

To the store owner, Melissa smiles back.

"Take your time... there you are"

"Nu. Kita"

Dropping off the shopkeeper, who has gone to respond to a regular Lizardman guest who came in with the sound of chillin 'chillin', Melissa grabs a silver spoon.

(... I knew you didn't put meat in it)

I'll gently check that stew's utensil.

Ootrigusa in a thick mushroom that can be well taken in the fall, in a bright orange curute, in an oranier sautéed until clear, leaving a bright green that would have been put in later.

There is certainly no meat there, and the brightly colored vegetables drift in white thick juice, giving it a good smell.

(Is that it? This stew...... smells different? I don't have any meat in it, maybe it's specially made)

Secondly, Melissa realizes that.

The smell is different than usual, just a little bit.

Naturally I don't smell meat, but I don't smell milk either.

(Well, try it and you'll see.)

That's what I think, and I'll carry it to my mouth.

(... yeah. delicious)

Melissa's face is dusted with a slightly sweet and soft flavour that spreads through her mouth.

A number of vegetables that are well simmered and well drained of ash juice.

They are all soft enough to collapse to melt when they stand their teeth, and they smoke juice thoroughly.

The flavour of the milk eliminates the vegetable eagle in the delicious condition, and the flavour of the vegetable adds flavour to the flavour of the milk.

Besides, mushrooms.

The mushrooms, full of flavor, taste exactly the same and I miss them terribly as they could have been taken in an elf forest close to my hometown.

Milk juice, full of a variety of vegetable and mushroom flavours.

The savory richness of each bite included made Melissa smile.

"Ooh. Is that good?

"Yeah, very. Do you mind?

I also smile and nod back at the inquiry of the store owner.

It would be a shame to end such a delicious dish with just one cup.

"Absolutely. I've planted plenty for you.

Eat as much as you want. "

As such, the shopkeeper accidentally smiled back at his young daughter, who looked about the same age as his grandson.

"... Phew. It was delicious. Thanks."

And after eating three convenient cups, Melissa puts the spoon down with a sigh.

"Oops. You look delicious. More than anything else. Thank you for keeping me company for so many years."

"... Speaking of which, how did you make this? Although it tasted like milk, it didn't smell like it at all."

Now say goodbye.

If that's what you think, Melissa was asking.

What I felt while eating this stew.

That's...... the wonder that it doesn't smell like milk, even if it tastes like milk that should be absolutely essential to make a cream stew.

I thought if I didn't hear the secret now, I'd never get to know it again.

"Oh... first of all, this guy made it all just with what you can pick in your world. Not just vegetables, but all the sauces."

The owner seeds Melissa's inquiry with pleasure.

Ingredients that can be taken in different worlds that are being bought from merchants in and out to feed their beloved wives and grandchildren.

That's all the shopkeepers used to make this cream stew.

… using techniques unique to this world.

"In our world, we can make milk that we don't take from the beast...

A guy named Elf doesn't like raw odors, does he? So I tried to make today's stew with a slice of raw odor out of it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Stew. "

Beans that elves grow over there. There is something very similar about this world.

So the store owner that I was curious about tried it and I was able to make almost the same product.

That's why the shopkeeper chose this as a dish to serve to break up with his longtime regulars.

"Well, the way you make it... look for it yourself. I hate it when we decide not to share recipes with our guests."

How did you make it? Don't you dare tell me that secret.

I'm not doing anything against any customers that would be Japanese or otherworldly to teach recipes for dishes that are important merchandise, and more importantly.

"You can do it. That's my farewell."

Because if this guest has made me look good since the beginning of the different world cafeteria, I'm sure I'll find the answer myself.

"... yes. Thank you. It was really delicious."

Melissa smiles and says, having spotted the idea of such a shopkeeper.

This stew was by far the best for Melissa, and most importantly, it's one of the best souvenirs to bring home.

"Well, then, I don't think I'll see you again, but be fine"

"Oh, I'm fine. You're welcome to come over again."

And the shopkeeper says goodbye to years of regularity.

Perhaps that's the last word the two interact with, though I somehow anticipate it.

- And 18 years have passed since I ate that 'special cream stew'.

The inn where Melissa serves as cook was still a big day.

"Hmm. You're totally cold. Melissa, give me an elf bean cream stew."

"Yeah...... this is delicious after all"

"Yeah. This is it. I had a cream stew made by humans before, but it didn't smell raw and edible."

"Well, Melissa's. This is specially made."

"... this, maybe tof?

"Excuse me! Elf bean stew, please replace me!

Elves are more than half of the customers who mouth orders in stores that are not necessarily too large.

Melissa's home inn.

The restaurant, which also serves as a cafeteria during the day and a liquor store at night, has a special menu that can only be eaten at this restaurant.

Elf bean cream stew.

That's a strange stew, even an elf who can't even milk meat, fish, or eggs, to eat deliciously.

A dish of such reputation that no one has ever eaten in an elf living around here.

It took Melissa eight years from the day of her last visit to the Dining Room of the Other World to reach the truth.

That day, the shopkeeper casually said the word 'elf bean's' cream stew.

The discomfort I felt there...... I noticed there were no elf beans in the stew utensils and noticed from there.

I can make something similar to cow's milk from elf beans by crushing and simmering the elf beans that made me suck water.

Knowing about it, Melissa finished her elf bean cream stew with reference to the flavor she ate that day.

First my mother, who is a biological elf, eats it, then my mother's acquaintance, Elf, and then even more so...

Eventually, the rumor passes to the elves who live all over the eastern continent, taking their reputation to the point that some elves come all the way from the abysmal woods in search of Melissa's stew, and the lodgings flourish for a long time.

"Yes, sir. Wait a minute, please. Soon, you'll have what you're making in a new pot!

Dozens of servings spin a large pot that can be made at the same time, while Melissa shouts up when she sees her half-elf brother and sisters similarly in the next pot.

Days that last every day, days that seem so busy around the corner.

But at the same time, it was a full day.