The Other World Dining Hall

Shaking the earth, with noiseless vibrations, 'black' was pulled back from the bottom of the deep sea of thought.

- Again.

The earth floating at the end of this sky… called the moon, full of magic but with nothing to live for except black, this place is an ideal place for blacks that prefer solitude and silence, but from time to time it is not possible for great rocks to descend from the sky.

Unlike when I was on the ground, there was no sound, and the big rocks suddenly descending from the sky sometimes exert tremendous power.

In fact, once, when a large rock struck directly into the black, etc., it was just a mass of rock without magic, but pierced a black scale, causing light wounds to the black.

Since then, although we have taken measures by applying the magic of guardianship around ourselves, the moment we fall nearby, the shock occurs to such an extent that the earth sways.

- Yeah?

And Black realizes it when the vibration subsides and he tries to sink again into the sea of thought.

A black shadow that floats on a bright white earth lit by the sun.

Perhaps the effect of the magic distorted by the influence of the great rocks that have fallen earlier?

There, something with magical powers appeared.

- Is this... magic used by creatures who say elves or something?

By approaching it, which appeared, the force was the weakest of the six pillars, but the black, which was the best of the six pillars in terms of its treatment, discerns its identity.

Where I was once on earth, all I had to do was run away from getting caught up in the battle with the blacks and 'that', but 1368 years ago, I learned how to handle witchcraft, and the only other creature besides black that was terribly vulnerable to say elves or anything that stepped down into the land.

The magic they hung on their bodies is similar to the fundamental parts.

Elves and other creatures that say elves only have weak magic as well as black (regardless, weak magic in the digits compared to black ones) minutes, and they seemed to be good at handling it, so maybe they used it.

- This is connected to where the elves are.

Seeing through the other side of that door, Black realizes it.

This seems to be a move to another world, with a few elves (shorter ears than I've seen before, but a slight difference) across the door.

- I'll go. Prepare, we have to.

As we have been doing for the last 34684 years, it's not bad to keep sinking into an ocean of deep thought by yourself again, but it's not bad to go and see other creatures once in a while.

That's what I thought. Black shudders his body and consciously suppresses the power that leaks from him, while rewriting his appearance to resemble a female elf.

... Once upon a time, the elf who descended upon the land, saw black and died instantly.

Though it only held a degree of fragility that black could not withstand the 'power of darkness with death' spreading unconsciously around it.

With the elf across the door. That would be the same.

I thought so, but it is a late procedure.

- Go.

And black, who turned himself into an elf figure, lays his hands on the door.

Chillin 'chillin' and sounds containing magical fluctuations echo at the end of the sky, an inherently soundless world.

Hearing that, Black stepped across the door.

That day Alphonse, the general of the Principality, had heard the story from the shopkeeper and had been greatly intrigued.

"... a new curry rice, you say?

Unexpectedly, the owner asks me back about a very intriguing word.

"Yeah, sort of."

One shopkeeper snorts back and overlaps the words he said earlier.

"No, actually. I've been told a lot for a long time. I can't eat pork, so she wants me to make a curry that doesn't use pork.

So anyway, I was making it the other way, but I finally finished what I was satisfied with, so I thought I'd add a new one. "

Not a different world cafeteria, nothing as a western cat is only Japanese.

Curry made for customers working for a nearby company, visiting from a far west exotic.

Finished harder in exotic style compared to the usual curry, it was fortunately well received by both exotic customers and Japanese customers who ordered from rarity, and were rarely added to the regular menu.

"Hmm, so it's me."

I hear from the owner, and Alphonse is convinced again.

I'm not familiar with the circumstances of the different worlds where the haters and shopkeepers live, but I guess because the shopkeepers go out of their way to say what the other wind is, it's finished apart from the curry rice they always eat.

Alphonse still unknown, unknown curry.

That had greatly stimulated Alphonse's curiosity.

"Whatever, let's have it. Get ready now."

Then what is there to worry about?

Alphonse orders a new curry immediately.

"Maido"

The owner knows and will return to the kitchen as soon as possible.

And only a few things to wait for.

"Thank you for waiting. It's chicken curry."

The owner gently places the new curry and rice in front of the alphonse, along with the lemon water and water drain.

"Well, take your time… and it's getting a lot harder than usual, so be careful there."

Along with his usual greetings, the shopkeeper returned to work, after which Alphonse and a new curry were left.

"Yeah, I'll take it."

Dropping it off, Alphonse takes a silver sparkling spoon just quickly.

(... well, this is definitely very different from the usual)

First, observe the curry in front of you.

The curry placed in front of him looked like soup at first glance.

Curried soup filled with deep dishes.

Though the thick skinned young chicken meat swims in the soup, no other ingredients are visible.

A white rice is placed beside the curry rice that can be filled with curry rice, but it was served on a flat plate with the usual large eyes and looked as though it was separate from the curry, which was hung with soup from the top of the rice.

(Still... you smell strong)

What drifts is the aroma of curry, made with plenty of exciting spices.

That's somewhat stronger than the usual curry and hits straight in the belly.

(First...... go with soup only)

Beyond being deliberately served separately, Alphonse sinks the spoon into a deep dish and pours it up with the meat in an attempt to taste it only with soup first...... eat.

"Wu!?

At that moment, Alphonse unexpectedly opens his eyes and extinguishes.

Attacking Alphonse is the fierce spiciness that caught fire in your mouth.

(Yes, please! This is hard!

Unexpectedly take the water placed beside you and drink it up in a breath.

The fire in his mouth is quenched with refreshing flavored lemon water, and Alphonse exhales with relief.

"Hmm... the curry is still with Rice,"

Understanding that again, Alphonse sips Rice with a spoon.

And gently let it creep into the soup... and eat it stained with the color of the curry.

(... oh. Again)

Satisfied with the flavor that spreads in your mouth.

The fierce bitterness that I attacked earlier soothes me by eating rice with me.

Not only that, I couldn't feel it earlier by pinching the rice, I also notice the curry soup again.

At first glance, even if it looked like a soup dish, I was once again aware that curry was with rice.

(I see... this curry doesn't contain vegetables, it's completely melted in)

The new curry contained large quantities of chicken meat and vegetable flavors.

Perhaps the vegetables were finely chopped and simmered over a long time.

The boiled vegetables are completely integrated with the soup, cutting out all their flavors into the soup.

Instead of being able to enjoy the toothpaste of the ingredients like the usual curry, the taste of the soup itself was increased.

(And this chicken meat too... that's soft)

And chicken meat, the only ingredient in the soup that has left its shape.

Slightly larger than a bite, it's soft enough to collapse quickly just by putting it in your mouth.

Meat with excess fat and concentrated curry flavour, produced by peeling the skin and simmering for a long time to remove the ash juice while including the flavour of the soup.

That was exactly the style this curry deserves to be called the lead, letting you know it's a chicken curry.

If you realize that much, Alphonse has no confusion whatsoever.

Alphonse flattened the curry in an instant.

"So, how was it? I made it a little spicy and was a little worried it would fit the other person's mouth..."

Just then the store owner comes to see what he thinks, anticipating the fit.

Fortunately, I was popular with "The People Over Here," but Alphonse was the first person over there to eat this curry, so I was curious about my thoughts.

"Mm-hmm. Right. This is much spicier and different than the usual curry... but this is delicious now! Owner, would you like another plate?"

- Me too.

Alphonse would greatly appreciate a replacement for such confirmation by the store owner.

"Yes. Then on two plates...... let's say!?

The store owner responded comfortably to the words, noticing the discomfort and realizing it...... he voiced surprise unexpectedly.

- What's wrong?

With a voice that echoes directly into his head, 'It' tilts his neck and asks the shopkeeper.

Girl with clear white skin, moonlight eyes and pointy ears in pitch-black hair long enough to likely reach the floor.

Elf...... I guess.

I've been with store owners and residents of different worlds for over 10 years.

The girl is characterized by a terrible resemblance to a guest called an elf.

Only if there is a significant departure from the store owner's knowledge.

"... you know, customers... you know, clothes?

It would have been an unwrapped appearance of being born.

- Clothes?

To unheard words, Black observes the area with his neck tilted and looks at the circumstances.

- I see.

All the other inhabitants see their bodies covered with plant yarn and animal fur.

It's a custom that the blacks don't have, but it would be a guy named Elf's unique culture.

- Okay. Prepare immediately.

This is more than an elf's nest. You should follow that custom.

Think so, and Black will be ready for 'clothes' right away.

Seeing herself with surprised eyes, horned female shaped elves.

It makes the most sense to imitate those clothes because of their black outfits.

Black, so concluded, immediately creates clothes.

The little dust drifting through the store was magically transformed into 'clothes'.

As a result, black, which until then had been unwrapped, put together a pink black waitress outfit.

- Is this it?

"... blah!?

Black, turned into a black waitress, asks the shopkeeper.

"Oh, yes... awesome magic too"

The shopkeeper nodded, surprised by the 'typical magic' that had happened in front of him.

Dress out of the void and change early.

I knew there was magic over there, but this was the first time I saw such magic that it appeared in a familiar gaga.

"... um, boulders are elves. Some of these magic users..."

Alphonse, who was similarly watching how things turned out, accepts with surprise.

Alphonse, also a practicing swordsman who has survived to ask for a sword over magic than his ex, is not too familiar with magic.

Still, the magic that was done in front of us is in line… No, it would be an improbable craftsmanship for a human magician, but the elves are originally a better suite of magic users than humans.

It wouldn't be strange to have something like this to do.

"Store owner. Give this girl a chicken curry. Keep the money for me."

Alphonse says just as a thank-you substitute for showing me something unusual.

Which way this store's curry was paid for decades ago.

I just had a little treat for this girl. Yes, there is no substitute.

"Yes, I'll be right out. Please wait for me."

The store owner seemed to agree, and went back to the kitchen to pick up the curry to serve to this slightly unusual girl.

Yes, only one person noticed the magical anomaly used by Black, the great sage who extolled the magic more than the elves, and Altrius, who ejected the beer he was drinking surprisingly, would have no choice.

(then, stupid...... no way......)

Though I wondered if the events in front of me were not dreams, Artrius guessed with genius brains.

The magic of material training, in a short time, without even the use of a special catalyst, which even one would probably not be able to do with any elves.

I only had one pillar in mind for a "regular" who seemed to be able to do such an artistic work.

(... No way, my kind, huh?

With that possibility in mind, Altrius decides to be static.

… Perhaps I realized that I could do nothing about it.

"Here you go. It's chicken curry."

After that, the store owner serves chicken curry and returns to work, the same as Alphonse on the black with his seat.

After somehow dropping it off, Black takes something white with a spoon, dips it in the juice and eats it, remembering how to eat Alphonse, which he had been observing earlier.

- Yum.

Black was greatly inspired by tongue and curiosity at birth to start and eat.

Sounds like a juice named 'Chicken Curry' with meat, grass flowers and their seeds heated in tons of water.

Indeed, I feel that of the creatures who, when black was on earth, could not directly capture the magic of their surroundings, creatures who possessed quite a bit of intelligence made something similar.

- I see. I also know you liked red.

The meat softened by passing the fire every time it was carried through the mouth, and the juice made from grass flowers and made it taste like it was never possible just to eat them.

The comfort of its flavour reminds me of my compatriots who preferred the act of saying 'meals' that were not necessary for the blacks who could feed directly on the magic of their surroundings.

Of the six pillars resided the power of fire strongly, the most belligerent of the six pillars, compatriots.

I haven't seen him in about 34684 years, but is he doing well?

If you're eating while you're thinking about it, the juice runs out.

- Take your place.

He serves to carry the dish from earlier, while offering an empty plate, informing the daughter of the horned elf of his will.

"Hih!?... Ah, yes. Okay."

The daughter of the elf who received the will snorts at the words as she is surprised.

Then just wait.

"Thank you for waiting. It's chicken curry."

Eat the chicken curry my daughter brought.

... Black repeated the act about 100 times until the store reached the end of the day, when all the other guests went home.

When black showed up at this store and half a day was about to pass.

"What? There's something rare again."

Even a voice can be hung up on the black that keeps eating chicken curry.

- Red?

To that nostalgic voice, Black stops his hand and looks at you.

There was a former compatriot there who, like himself, turned into an elf-like figure.

"Hmm. I don't know. Apparently, it's the same."

The Red Queen laughs bitterly in a black with an unchanging temperament unlikely to be seen face to face tens of thousands of years ago.

Yeah, sure, this guy was like that.

He was indifferent to all but the wisest of the six pillars and at the same time of his own interest, dwelling in the power of darkness and black.

Once, after the annihilation of the 'chaos of ten thousand colors', the beginning of all life, in about six pillars, I had not seen anything after I had defined the end of the sky as a realm and left it above the earth, but apparently nothing had changed.

"Has a door also appeared in the land... well good"

With a bitter smile and a serious face, the Red Queen is a former compatriot… In some cases, she asks the enemy.

"I want to hear one thing from you."

- What?

The Red Queen knows the nature of black.

I am completely indifferent to things that do not interest me... but I am obsessed with things that interest me.

Depending on your response, you have to make sure you know exactly which force is above you.

And the Red Queen asks the question.

"What's the best food in this store?

- Chicken curry.

Answer the Red Queen's question immediately.

This intense flavor cannot be served by any other product in this store.

Therefore, the best flavor in this store is chicken curry.

It was self-evident to black.

"... let's be good. A mistake."

The Red Queen makes the ruling while remembering the slightest relief and great satisfaction in that reply.

"Hey shopkeeper! In the future, all that this daughter eats will be paid for by the woes. All right?"

"Heh!? Is that okay? No, I'm sure you'll be fine."

After the shopkeeper accidentally confirms the words of the Red Queen, he rethinks.

Where is this girl in her thin body... more obviously eating curry with such momentum over her own weight.

Naturally, the amount also reaches an unusual price as the amount paid by an individual at a very ordinary Western restaurant.

But it still doesn't reach the point of one gold coin, so I thought this regular guy who gives out two gold coins would be able to pay.

"No what. This girl is an old friend of mine, she doesn't have any money anyway. So you can let this level of accommodation prevail."

- Thank you.

Black conveys his gratitude to the red queen, who so magnificently stretches her breasts.

It took, and one regular was added to the different world cafeteria with a new menu.

A mysterious girl who shows up in the morning with the opening and leaves with the closing.

Nobody knows who that is, except just one.