The Other World Dining Hall

On Doyo Day, Catalina, the high priest who served the invoked white God, paid a respectful tribute and spoke to the boy in front of her.

"Son of a great man, white child. What is it for this time?

The truth is, I know why they called me in, but I ask without being rude.

Not so many humans in this world are truly venerable to Catalina, who has the highest power among the White God priests who preside over light and growth and can even turn her whole body into dragons.

... just to say that the boy in front of you is one of those not so many.

"Good. I don't need a tough greeting. You know that."

A boy with white skin, silver hair and the eyes of a dragon with a golden glow, unlike anything in the world, takes Catalina's attitude for granted and gives orders.

He knows. that he is the 'White Son' chosen as the merciful White God and sent to the White believers.

Of the six great pillars of God who reigned in this world, the White God, the most merciful God, prefers man.

Of the faithful species of God in whom man dwells on this continent, he is therefore the most vulnerable people with only fragile flesh and poor magic.

Because of its weak people, the merciful white God descends before the faithful once every hundred years.

And the descended white God gives a drop of his own blood to an innocent baby who knows nothing yet, born from the seed of a man and the belly of a woman chosen for the day.

The blood of the White God, who presides over the growth that will undoubtedly shatter the soul if only a man gets it, provoke it, and cause it to be transformed into a monster without intelligence, gives God's power while letting man's figure and heart remain intact only to a baby with nothing in his heart.

It is the power of the great dragon that is born and cannot reach any great priest, and gives birth to the White Son, who guides the white believers.

And it is the confectionery of the other world that the modern white child, born about ten years ago, is obsessed with.

"It's Nekoya. They're going to get that Tiramisu over there.

... an utterly abominable door. Reject me, etc. "

Point your gaze at where the door is, and strike one tongue.

Three years ago now, the white child, who laid eyes on the sweetness of that store, tried to take him away by ordering the owner of the store to follow him, and since the day he was thrown out like a cat by the red woman who showed up there, the door has rejected the white child.

I can't open it without trying to touch the door.

White children are also afraid.

In this world, with the exception of my beloved white mother, a red woman who easily took the white child into her hand, a being that no one could possibly be suited to.

Therefore, the White Child sends into the land a priest who serves himself with whom he trusts so much, that he may bring him the sweets of his favorite things.

"... Yes. Ok. Then I'll go."

Catalina accepts the White Child's order with a little joy, turning her black eyes into golden vertically cracked eyes, producing white dragon wings covered in fine feathers and flying away.

"Uhm. I asked for it. And it's supposed to be the annual Valentine's Day celebration soon. If it was a festive day, you'd get chocolate too."

With those words in mind, Catalina flew and headed to the door of Nekoya.

A human foot from the city takes two days, and Katarina descends into the wilderness.

Neither the jade nor the kumara are so rough as to grow, and the midsummer sun abounds the earth in its wilderness, where cactus, with thick leaves of meat that accumulate water with sharp thorns, just stands side by side with the potpounds.

Sometimes there are decent streets nearby and there are no people around, and that kept the secrets of this wilderness hidden.

"Damn, he's in trouble, too."

Catalina, descending in front of the black door, turning off her wings and putting her eyes back on, looks at it again and sighs.

The door was guarded by a curse imposed by the white child.

Without dragon eyes like your own, you can't spot them, the art of phantoms using sunlight.

Well, this is good.

But it is too much to let down the light of judgment that would relentlessly slaughter even famous clerics and demons with tough flesh if they accidentally approached the door.

Catalina secretly releases the dangerous sorcery planted in the wilderness.

One of these days the white child will be set up again with his own hands, but then we will disarm him again.

"... All right, shall we go"

I was drifting around, confirming that the magic of death had vanished, and I put my hand on the door.

The door opens and the sound of a bell with nothing to hear but Catalina rings around chillin 'chillin'.

Hearing it, Catalina knocked at the door and went to another world.

The dining room at the end of the doors of different worlds was as thriving as ever.

Visitors from all over are eating thoughtful things.

(Too bad. Looks like you were just a little early)

I am just a little sorry to confirm that there is no paper on the walls of the store that says' Valentine's Day Festival 'with words from different worlds.

"Welcome! Welcome to Nekoya!

That's how he somehow looks around before sitting in his seat, greeting his daughter, who wears a different world-style outfit.

To see the horns of the goat grow, not of the dragon, as it was born, a follower of chaos of ten thousand colors that is considered an abominable cult in the land where Catalina lives.

"Yeah, hello. Quick, but order, okay?

But this is a different world. Useless whispering is forbidden.

Katarina grinnedly asks her daughter.

"Yes! That's your order! What can I do for you?

Daughter against...... Aletta also responds with a smile.

It's not so uncommon for customers to come in and suddenly place an order.

This woman with cocoa-colored skin and cream-colored hair is also said to be that type.

"Then I'll take Tiramisu home for a one-hole, please. Oh, and I'm still going to eat here, so I was wondering if I could get you a plate. The drink is of karaoke beans... with cocoa"

"Yes! Thank you! I'll have it with you soon!... Ah, yes. It's a replacement for chicken curry."

Listen to the order, drop off Aletta back, and Catalina looks around.

(Well... where should I sit?

Catalina is a white cleric. It is also a high priest enough to be entrusted with the care of the white child.

(Blue over there...... oh, and maybe I should stop on Lucia's side of the clan)

Exclude the side of Ramia, the Great Cleric of the Red God, who has the legs of a mermaid-like dragon who is eating dishes made with meat of beasts on land with a human in unfamiliar clothes, and a human boy cleric who eats egg-filled meat dishes, who has crossed 'fangs' several times before.

(then... right)

Then I think a lot and finally look at you and decide where to sit.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Celestine. Next door, may I?

Catalina calls out to a group of White God clerics, which she has come to see over the last few years.

Its appearance in thick, unfamiliar style clothing, worn in winter despite the midsummer, and wrapped around a strangely shaped array of gold and silver necklaces, does not at first glance look like a White God cleric.

But the power of light that dwells in its body undoubtedly belongs to the White God cleric.

Katarina was discerning that they were priests serving the White God.

"Yeah. Fine. Dear Catalina,"

Celestine, an elderly cleric who lowered the gold neckline that made her feel particularly powerful among a group of the clergy, also responds with a smile.

A priest who would be a people of the land of sand that it is always as hot as summer, than putting together a light coat even in the middle of winter with brown skin burnt in the day.

I've never seen you lower your holy mark on whether you're impatient or ashamed of not being able to withstand the temptation of sweetness, just like Celestine, but you would definitely be a high priest to think of in terms of the strength of that power.

... That's why Celestine feels intimate.

"Does Master Catalina have the usual?

"Yeah. You too?

We both laugh instead of answering.

That's all we can get through. Because.

"Thank you for waiting! Koo tea set on pound cake. And I brought you Tiramisu and Cocoa!

Yes, because the two of them are among those fascinated by the cake.

A plate and cup are gently placed in front of Catalina.

On a plate is a true square confection stacked alternately between white and black.

Beautiful black 'cake dough' with seemingly soft karaoke powder and white 'cream cheese' with cow's milk.

And on top of the cake, the karaoke beans are ground, and the fat draining powder is fluttered.

(Come on, let's have it... we need to figure out if the white kid deserves the flavor)

Make just a few excuses in your heart and start eating.

The first thing you get your hands on is brown cocoa filled with cups.

Raise the hot air. What spreads when you gently carry it into your mouth is the sweet aroma and flavour.

On the soft flavour of warmed milk, the aroma of karaoke beans spreads slightly, which harmonizes with the sweetness of the sugar.

(Yeah. I still like this fat lack of chi)

It is good that there are no more signs of oil in this karaoke bean milk tea than milk should have.

Katarina's Known Karaoke Beans… Karaoke fruit seeds are those containing large quantities of oil.

I can taste it as a kind of medicine if I eat it because of it, but... it's too thick to drink as a drink and I don't really like Catalina.

But by contrast, this cocoa milk tea is different.

This drink completely drains the oil from the karaoke beans and puts them into powder.

It's refreshing and easy to drink thanks to.

(Well... Tiramisu next)

After enjoying a little cocoa, Catalina finally reaches for the plate.

Take a tiny spoon that shines silver and cut off the end of the cake, just a little bit of the top part.

Riding on the spoon is a white cream shaken with powder of karaoke beans.

Bring it to your mouth...... unwittingly break your face.

(It's still delicious... I wish I could make it over there)

Sweet and sour flavour of cheese, with added sugar.

That is so soft that it seems like it is now and spreads across the mouth.

And a faint bitterness that I feel with its sweet and sour taste.

It is accented by the bitter taste of powdered karaoke beans that are not dared to be sweetened.

And the second spoon I took to be pushed by its flavor.

More comfortable than earlier, this time cutting the black cake dough that is making the layers together.

The cake dough is stained with coffee tea from different worlds with bitter flavors that Catalina does not know well, giving it a sweet and bitter flavor that is also different from the bitterness of karaoke beans.

I knew the cake was limited to tiramisu.

All the cakes here are delicious, but none of them are suitable for the intricate taste of this tiramisu.

A different flavor for each layer is to taste the overlapping at the same time, and it also shows a different face.

The lower part of the cake dough to which the coffee is added is made of custard cream, made with plenty of eggs.

There is a little alcohol added here, and the distinctive spiciness and bitterness of alcohol is good with the sweet custard.

And the bottom part that supports them all.

It is a hard-baked, baked confectionery dough.

Baked confectionery with crisp, fragrant flavors.

That gives the tiramisu, made of overall soft cream and cake dough, a toothpick.

A number of layers with different flavors interact with each other to produce different flavors.

This complexity is what makes Tiramisu attractive.

With that in mind, Tiramisu will be gone in no time.

"Can I have another plate of tiramisu?

"Yes! Thank you"

Catalina added another plate without hesitation.

After fully indulging in Tiramisu and finally having fun speaking with the White God clerics, Catalina came back with Tiramisu's Hall Cake.

"Well... we need to hurry home"

Grow wings, whining at the same time.

I talked to him about it, but since he ordered me to take it back more than the white boy, I stand up a lot.

I'm sure by now it's time to wait in anger for 'it's too late'.

You'll need to hurry and bring it back.

"Damn, that kid's in trouble, too. I can't believe you just used the Great Cleric."

What floats in Katarina, who squeals so, is a smile.

The reason for this is not just 'merit'.

"... well, that's about all I've got to do to be a mother that I can do, okay?"

Leave those words behind and fly away.

To give sweet confectionery to his own son, who soon became a great white child after giving birth.

... feeding chicks, like mother birds.