The Other World Dining Hall

Glenn exhaled one relief as he felt the morning sun jump into his eyes at the magical helmet that looked out into the darkness.

"You're done."

"Oh, it's time for a change"

I nod at Ignis, my partner dressed in armor and helmet in the same way as I did in quite a while, and I take my helmet off.

At that moment, the cold air in the winter mornings grinds my cheeks.

I only like this openness, the moment I'm done with it, when my watch work until the evening morning is boring and sleepy, boring work.

All the more so if you know there's another 'fun' waiting for you.

"Well... instead, let's go."

Ignis, a familiar partner who has become... a demonic colleague with two big fangs sticking out of his chin like a pig whispers in his white breath.

On the day after the overnight watch, the soldier's work will be closed until the next morning.

Yes, as long as we have alternate personnel, we're done for today.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I think I've kept you waiting for a while."

"Tired. Leave it to me."

When we talk like that, we loosen up and a replacement comes.

Dwarf soldiers wearing imperial-style light armor, with axes only as good as Glenn's waist, and half-elf soldiers with spears with crooked ears.

"Oops. Then I'll ask you later."

A gentle greeting to the two familiar people takes them together and returns to their quarters.

In an empire where it is said that 'it is easy to be a soldier as long as you have a head and a healthy body that can understand discipline and orders', it is not uncommon for a heterogeneous soldier or other.

It's not as good as adventurers and mercenaries, but it's much less dangerous to die because it's the right size for demons and enemy forces, and as long as you're in the army because you have fights all the time, you won't be eaten up.

Soldiers are accordingly popular jobs in the empire, so much so that it is said that men who have no moves, no learning, and cannot inherit their homes will mostly be soldiers in the empire.

Then a while later, beneath the sky, which had just dawned, there was the figure of Glenn and Ignis, who were taking off their armor although their hips were lowering their swords.

"It's still a city with nothing."

"Ooh."

Say as you look at a town built under the fort that still has a rough vibe.

It is a small town, where we restore broken fortifications made in the days of the war against the demons and gather people who have flown from the imperial capital by hitting soldiers sent into defense.

We can only go to whorehouses with only exquisitely dirty country daughters such as entertainment, roll out to liquor taverns that serve more meshi and liquor than bait out in forts, or chill out in stores that line up various products purchased from Teito for soldiers who have no use for gold at higher prices.

"Well, it's a blessing just to have it there, but here."

"Must be."

But neither of the two destinations is.

I just woke up, walking into a quiet city.

"Good. I knew there'd be more in the morning."

"Ooh."

Hidden in the back alley, black door.

It seems that there are other 'used' things in this city, and this door, which can only be used the morning of the night watch, is a secret place for both of us.

Nodding, Glenn opens with his hands on the door.

Hearing a chillin 'chillin' and a bell ringing in the quiet morning city, the two crept through the door to the other world.

"Ah, welcome! You're both as quick as ever."

In the early hours of the morning, when there are few guests, after breakfast, we welcome the guests who noticed that Aletta, who had been cleaning briefly, had arrived.

The customer came here recently, but I remember her face immediately because it is mostly morning when she comes.

"Oh Aletta. You're still cute."

"Ooh. Long time no see."

Glenn answers the service of this shop, dressed in unspoilt outfits, a little fancy but clean, with Glenn flaunting, Ignis reddening his face, not even in the pattern.

"Thank you. What can I get you?

Aletta asks for an order as she successfully embellishes those two "

"Oh. As usual, please with an assortment of wieners and potatoes. The wieners are half boiled and baked. And I'm a beer. 2 cups in a jock"

"I'll have two ciders, please. Jocks."

Glenn and Ignis also return orders in such a way that they are familiar with Aletta.

"Yes, please wait a moment"

After saying so and dropping Aletta off at the back kitchen, the two of them get to the right table.

"" Phew... "

Sit and exhale in a chair with a comfortable, fine duvet, and relax until the dish arrives.

Usually sleeping overnight watches are still a pretty tiring job.

That's why I can't wait.

"Thank you for waiting! I brought you drinks and food!

Aletta brings on a basin a cup filled with drinks for two cups each in both hands and a dish served in a large plate.

"Oh! I've been waiting!

"Shh! Coming! Coming!

Placed in the middle of the table cheers on dishes served in a large dish.

Bowel stuffing of pork meat and danshak fruit with skins fried in oil in eight portions.

It emits a fragrant fragrance and enthusiasm, which strikes two hungry stomachs directly on the overnight watch.

That, and two drinks each placed before the two of them, is a drink filled with a large glass of vitreous.

"Well, enjoy yourself."

Aletta, who goes back to work with words on each of them, leaves and the two whispering banquets are ready.

"Okay, you want a drink first"

"Right."

Drink the rice noodles, and the two take the big glass of vitreous they brought with them.

Filled with Glenn's jocks are foaming golden, otherworldly ales.

Filled with Ignis jocks is clear, clear, sweet water with puffiness and bubbles.

Put that all at once.

Liquor and water pass by as they rinse their throats.

The bitterness of the liquor and the sweetness of the water go through each throat along with the feel of the bubbles that sting the throat.

Each drink filled with a cup soothes my thirst.

"" Pu Ha!

To the irritation of the throat-stimulating Tansan, the two accidentally leak their breath.

"I knew you had the best booze here! Especially this beer. You're wrong not to drink here."

"No, I knew it was this cider. I can drink it over there, but I don't need this much sweet water soon."

Mumble the words so that we stick together a little bit.

Each one of them thinks their options are the best, so they get parallel lines every time, but I still can't help but say.

"... well, eat"

"Ooh."

Then put the second cup beside yourself and get your hands on that dish, which fits both beer and cider.

Assortment of fries fried with intestinal stuffing named Wiener and danshak fruit in oil.

It is ideal for serving alcohol because it is cheap to divide the quantity, and is a relatively common dish in the Empire, but things are different here.

Glenn quickly stretches his fork into freshly fries.

The skinned, thickly sliced Danshak's fruit is pierced by a fork.

If you carry it to your mouth, what spreads is the taste of aromatic oil, to the taste of a hint of salt gas and the fruit of danshaku that crumbles in your mouth.

(Oops! This guy is awesome!

Just grab the beer and ooze.

When I was a kid, I remember the day I squeezed the copper coins and went under the cold skies to buy even a street fries store.

Back then, that and the croquette fried in oil that you don't know how many times you've been used around wearing flour clothes was a treat for the kid.

The fries in this store are out in the street. Much better than that, but Glenn still missed me somewhere.

Meanwhile, the first thing Ignis reached out to was a wiener.

(I knew it was' baking ')

That tight moment of boiling is also hard to throw away the flavor of the gravy overflowing, but Ignis's preference is still the bouncy grill of baked skin.

Stab it in a black-eyed wiener with a fork and carry it to your mouth.

I know how well red and sour ketchup, yellow and spicy mustard and wiener served in a small vessel placed in the corner of the plate go with it, but at first I eat without putting anything on.

(Oops. I knew the intestine stuffing here was good. Don't fuck around with the meat)

Reminds me of my hometown for its flavor.

No matter how well recognized by the Demons, the pioneering villages of the Demons were still poor and the crops were not very fruitful.

Because I always had a neat stomach in a place like that, the beast that I would occasionally take into the mountains with me in the arms of a worn sword that the men of the village had been using since the time of the war a long time ago was a treat, and the day the hunt went well, only the meat was eaten full.

"Yeah, I knew it was booze. This way."

Then slurp, drink cider.

Tongue stabbing, paralyzing sweetness washes down the overflowing gravy throat.

That doesn't really like the bitter taste of alcohol. Ignis feels worthy of this dish.

Only for a little while, the two of them get silent and enjoy cooking heartlessly.

Wieners with ketchup on fries and mustard disappear from the plate while watching...

"Oops! Extra platter, please!

"So is beer and cider! With a jock!

Skip the order at the same time as the plate is empty.

The feast of two, just two, is always like this.

Don't slap each other's extra mouths and eat them all at once.

I still eat, even talking about it if I get hungry.

Then a while later.

"... oh. Time to go."

"Right. I'm sorry. I had an account."

I feel crowded inside the store and the two of them take their seats.

"Yes...... then your account is 6 copper coins for 3 silver coins. One silver coin and eight copper coins per person."

I hear that, and the shopkeeper who came out of the back tells me to give him the money.

I'll see you later.

I'll be back in a minute.

It's a bit of a shame to keep going home, hanging those words.

"Yes. I'll be waiting for you anytime. See you later."

The shopkeeper answered those words with a smile.

Back in the city, the sun was completely up and the city was starting its activities.

"All right, back to it."

"Whoa, sleep tight till evening."

Along the way, he thinks about his plans for the future, unlike the knights who have solidified themselves into much better quality equipment than the two of them, who seem to be looking around the city.

Let's just sleep through the evening and then think about the rest.

The two people who are full and drowsy are thinking the same thing.

They then took them back to their usual rubbish fort.