The Other World Dining Hall

Cheese chicken cutlets

One small regional lord, Gerard Hepken, found the 'door' when he stopped at a cabin too small to say it was a separate house, left by his stepfather, who was also a previous lord.

Gérard is a man who was born as the five men of a certain knight's house and who, after wearing his sword at his parents' house, left the house and became an adventurer.

A conspiracy to exterminate demons, explore ruins, protect villages from bandits, and wind up in a certain small country. At the end of such numerous adventures, when he joined forces with his companions to take over a king of dreaded trolls who could follow dozens of orcs and hundreds of goblins, he was expected to wander through the arms of that sword and the knowledge acquired by the world, and by the time he had already met him, even the high priest had obtained an incurable disease and was unable to rise from the hospital bed, inviting him to marry a granddaughter left by his son, who decided to discuss it with his companions at the time to take the story and retire the adventurer.

Shortly afterwards, he succeeded in the trail of his predecessor, who died to sleep whether satisfied or satisfied to see his granddaughter as his bride, and Gerard became the lord who ruled the land.

Now he hears the voices of the inhabitants, feasts on the opponents of the aristocracy and the luxury, and admonishes himself that he no longer needs to take his sword at dawn in his paperwork, but nevertheless only workout is indispensable.

He runs around Yamano and strengthens his ankles, waves his sword and tries to keep his sword tips from blunting.

(... Okay, you see it)

I run a distance away from the castle to the extent that I would normally use a horse, and I see where I want to be.

Small, but well built mansion.

The beloved Claudia's grandfather, whom he found while strolling nearby, had been made to build by his predecessors, who had died from the disease, and Gerrard had made it a destination for his morning run because he was well away from the castle.

Knock through the unlocked tabular doors and take a breather so that the traveler who found this place can use it.

Take off your jacket and wipe your sweaty body with the hand wipe you brought with you, and drink the suction water that has still left you cold enough that it has been packed in a leather bag lowered to your hips.

Water stains the thirsty body of the pungent sweat and cools the burning body that ran.

I noticed it when I exhaled at the delicacy of the water.

(... yeah? Was there a door or something?

It was one door that jumped into Gerard's eyes.

Black, cat painted door. It seems that the door was only enough to count what to visit after the death of the predecessor lord of what was not quite elaborately made, a strangely well-maintained door in a slightly dusty mansion.

(... sounds a little interesting though)

He is a former adventurer, but because of his curiosity, he once put his hand on the door, and then rethinks it, and for now, Gerard just keeps that door in his head.

It was once learned when I was an adventurer in the name of martial arts training.

Even if you find something strange, don't touch it.

At the end of the day, I want you to gather some information, even if you touch it.

Previously, when I examined the ruins of the elves, and when my whole body was numb with poison needles by touching the doors of the ruins, it was a word spoken by a treasure hunter who had followed me with him while being treated for poison by the priest.

(... in the meantime, let's also ask Claudia)

So cut it off, Gerrard wears his jacket again and runs out.

It was Gerard's father-in-law who built this mansion.

I'm sure Claudia, her granddaughter, knows something, too.

It was at the breakfast table that we found out who the door was.

"Well!? Did you find the Nekoya door!?

To Gerrard's inquiry, his young wife Claudia, still not over twenty years old, shouted louder than she could have imagined from her usual quiet.

"Oh. Sure, there was a door... Nekoya? Do you know anything about this?

"Yes, I've been there when your father and mother were still alive..."

Claudia, with such foresight, tells of her memories with her father and mother.

Nekoya. That seems to be a different world restaurant I found when my grandfather was still fine before Claudia was born.

On the other side of the strange black door, it is a shop visited by a variety of guests from all over the world, and the food from different worlds seems to have been really delicious.

"I'm still a little girl, and since your father and mother died in an accident, your grandfather has never been there, so I don't know where."

"Right. Then let's go."

"Yes!"

The wife when she answers that with a tearful smile at Gerrard's words is still an age-appropriate girl, and Gerrard is unexpected.

"So, do your duty. I'll get dressed too."

He hurried out of the room with one cough to deceive it, and began to change into the knight's dress.

The two of them visited the place again when the sun hung over Jomtien.

"Oh...... I was. There was a door inside this apartment."

Claudia spins her words nostalgic as she turns her hand around Gerard's waist and rides behind her beloved horse.

Only at a very young age, I remembered riding in an old man's manipulative carriage, usually coming here to eat delicious food with my harsh grandfather and my sweet parents.

"Oh, over here. Hands."

Take such a wife's hand and put it down from the horse.

Then it leads to a nearby tree, takes Claudia's arm, and opens the door.

(... good. I was wondering what I would do if it was an illusion)

The moment I opened the door, I became anxious that the black door I saw might have been an illusion or something, but I was relieved that the black Nekoya door was as calming as it had been earlier.

"Well, let's go"

"Yes."

Keeping such inner relief out of his face, Gerard speaks to Claudia beside him to grab the well-polished brass handle of the black door and open the door.

Hearing chillin 'chillin' and a cool noise, the two become cat guests.

Gerard is new, and Claudia hasn't for a long time.

There was a crowd in the store at noon.

A variety of guests are gathering and enjoying a meal at noon.

(... I see, this is the other world)

Gérard, who travels everywhere and has a much wider view than his fellow human beings, nevertheless looks in the store at the rarity.

In a way, I'm used to seeing it, I've seen it in the kings and empires of the eastern continent, the people of the western continent.

And demons who have to be people to the subordinates who said elves, dwarves, and halflings.

Guests at this restaurant, who show a vibrant afternoon, are overflowing with strange guests, eating a variety of unfamiliar dishes in their thoughts.

You cowered at the sight, and Cu Claudia comes to hold Gerrard's hand hard.

Apparently, he was a little frightened by the appearance of a huge Lizardman who had been lined up near the entrance.

"I'm fine. I don't feel hostile."

"... Yes"

When Gerard grins to reassure me while I hold that hand back, I blush and relax.

Gerrard blushes unexpectedly about it, looking at the appropriately vacant seats, and the two of us sit in their seats.

"Oh, there you are. Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya."

As soon as I sat in my seat, I noticed the two newly arrived guests of the suppliant demonic girl of this store, who was carrying patties and dishes around, brought a glass of vitreous glass with ice water and greeted her with a flamboyant greeting.

"You're a new customer, aren't you? Uh, I have a menu describing the food here, can I read it? It's written in the language of the Eastern Continent."

"Oh, I can read. Bring it to me."

Ask him to bring a book with a dedication, nodding back at the confirmation of the daughter of the servant, who is probably unable to read the letter.

(Well, you've had a lot of things...)

The oddly touchy book contained many culinary and liquor names in neat few letters that seemed to have been written by someone with considerable upbringing.

They all have brief descriptions, but I can't keep up with the imagination of what dishes they are, so much so that they are scattered with the same dishes that the Precision has eaten in the Empire.

"... what do you say, Claudia? Anything you want to eat?

"Right...... Ah, this"

When she asks Claudia, who doesn't know which one to ask for and who she once came to, Claudia fingers a nasty and one name.

"I think it was definitely this. The dishes your father and mother used to eat. So..."

"Right. Then let's do it."

And Gerrard decides to order Claudia's fingered dishes.

"Daughter of the payroll there, may I order it?

"Yes. What shall we make it?

Gerrard places an order with the daughter of his servant, who came as soon as Gerrard called.

"This, cheesy chicken cutlet and do it for two, please. And..."

Claudia asks for the dish that Claudia chose, that her parents liked, and then Claudia spins the word that she's about to ask for wine as well.

"This beer for two, please."

Unusual for Claudia who doesn't usually claim to be extra self-assertive, order clearly.

"Yes. You two, beer and cheese chicken cutlets, right? Please wait."

The waiter girl confirms the two orders, she leaves her seat gently and goes to the kitchen in the back to convey the order.

"... well, your father and mother always asked for beer with cheesy chicken cutlets. Sage said it was the best way to eat."

Claudia returns the word even as she blushes at Gerrard in the face that she saw something unusual.

"Right. Well, let's hope so."

With a little delight at how that Claudia was doing, Gerard decided to wait for the dish.

Then, you two wait for the food to come.

Coming out before the main chicken cutlet came out, tongue stuck to the fine white bread or soup, wondering how the bright light was pouring down from the ceiling for two, even though there was not a single window.

If Claudia comes here and remembers, tells her family memories, Gerrard tells her adventurous story back funny.

How long were they relaxing?

The fact that there are demons in the store doesn't bother me anymore, I just can't wait for the cheesy chicken cutlets that, according to Claudia's memory, were 'very tasty'.

I see the chills as I have a good time and the kitchen where my working daughter went in after ordering.

And finally, the time comes.

"Thank you for waiting. Cheese chicken cutlets and beer."

A large glass of vitreous glass is placed in front of them by the hand of the servant, who carries a plate for two from the kitchen, and whose dish and golden ale are filled.

A large brown meat dish in yellow fruit chopped into skewers, donned in the center of a white plate coloured with thinly chopped green leafy vegetables, red fruit.

a piece of meat bigger than Gerard's palm. It sparked enough enthusiasm, making a faint noise with the bumps.

"Please use the sauce in your blue bottle to season. And those yellow lemons are delicious when squeezed and juiced. All right, take your time."

With the words of the daughter of the servant who had carried the dish, the two reached out to the dish only quickly.

Cheese chicken cutlets.

According to the description that accompanied the name of that dish, a piece of chicken breast meat was pinched with cheese and wrapped around a garment made of breadcrumbs, a dish fried in oil.

(Is it like an imperial croquette to hear the explanation)

The first thing Gerrard thought of when he read that explanation was a dish called Croquette, which is often eaten in the Empire.

It was a dish in the Empire that crushed and rounded the fruits of Danshak, which mouths everything from nobles to common people, clothed and fried in oil, often sold in the streets of Teito, a city with many adventurers alongside the Wang capital.

It's like being sold in a street in Teito. It was bossy and about salty with a thin flavor, but I still remember pouring the freshly made heat along with the cheap ale from the street sale was delicious inside.

(Most of them were flour clothes dissolved in water, well...)

As I miss when I was an adventurer, I stab one slice of chopped cheese chicken cutlet with a fork and carry it to my mouth.

(Hmmm!?

I learned in the first bite that it wasn't just that.

Sakuri, a garment that makes a mild noise and crumbles in your mouth, giving you a good taste of oil and bread.

The perishable, sunless chicken breast softens the meat itself and is flavored with spices and salt, overflowing the gravy lodged in it from the chewing chisel.

And it's the cheese sandwiched between the meat that adds a wonderful flavor to the pale chicken.

I thought I had chosen a quality cheese that would go well with meat. The cheese melted hot in the heat of the meat and spilled out of the meat.

The cheese's somewhat strong flavour complements and enhances each other by combining it with fat scarce and pale breasts.

(This... I can't wait)

Unexpectedly pick up the beer we were ordering together and transport it to the mouth.

Vibrant bitterness and winter watery coolness wash through your mouth while passing through your throat, cooling your tongue and throat hot with cheesy chicken cutlets.

(This well cold ale is also brilliant. Enjoy not only your tongue, but even your throat. I see, it's just a wise man's recommendation)

The combination of cheese chicken cutlets and beer is really stunning and delicious.

I drink as much as half of the beer poured into a larger glass at once.

...... Pfft

Similar sounds come into Gerard's ear as he accidentally leaks a sigh-like voice.

If you look at it, Claudia was also mouthful of beer, just like herself.

Her beer cup is a little less than Gerrard's.

I'm usually a wife with a strong quiet impression, but I guess I drank it all at once without thinking of the food and delicious liquor of my memories.

"... uh, the..."

"Shall I ask for another drink while I'm at it? And let's use the sauce."

Gerrard carries things tightly as he adores Claudia, who blushes and leans down.

Lift and tilt the blue bottle that was placed on the table.

Overflowing from the bottle is a dark brown liquid, which takes on a thick, cheesy chicken cutlet and colours a pale brown coat.

Then, lemon. Squeeze the fruit chopped into skewers and drain the juice into a cheesy chicken cutlet.

"Which, now what..."

Take a sip and see, and be out of line.

(Oh my... this is delicious!

Salty sauce and sour lemon, added to cheese and chicken.

The addition of these two brought the cheese chicken cutlets to completion.

These two things, which would be too strong to taste delicious on their own, taste reasonably soft with cheesy chicken cutlet cheese and gravy, and also enhance the flavour of the ingredients themselves.

When Gerard is eating cheesy chicken cutlets that look really delicious and drinking beer, Claudia also imitates them as a snack... and starts eating them equally puckered.

"Sorry! One more beer, please! And..."

"Um! Cheese chicken cutlets, too, please!

Claudia's order overlaps with Gerrard's.

And the happy pre-lunch meal lasted until they thought they couldn't eat anymore.

When the sun leaned slightly west from Jomtien, the two were returning to the mansion.

"You ate a little too much..."

"Yep. Right..."

The two exchange words while suppressing their bellies, which became a little bitter because they ate too much.

Riding horses right back to the castle is tough enough.

The two lean against the wall and relax until their bellies subside.

"Also, let's say we go sometime. I like the food here, too."

"... Yes"