The Other World Dining Hall

On Saturday morning Aletta, who, as usual, encouraged her to work, unwittingly solidified when she saw what emerged from the silver door behind the kitchen.

(Come on, zombie!?

Slowly pressing the trolley through the silver door appeared a zombie with a rotten top from his neck.

White eyes stain the earthy skin with a light yellow colour, and the teeth with the red ones creeping out are uneven.

The zombie slowly walked into the kitchen...

"Ver."

It brings one extended groan to Aletta.

(Duh, why... why are there zombies here!?

Aletta desperately thinks with her confused head.

Zombies are monsters so well known that even country-grown commoners like Aletta know them.

A demon that goes down and moves out with its first life due to the dark power of death by humans and demons who were not properly buried.

They hate the living without exception and attack to eat and kill them. That is by no means uncommon in places that have become battlefields or supposedly difficult places to travel.

Aletta herself was chased by zombies on a journey from her hometown village to Wang Capital, where she fled to a nearby village under her command.

Yes, so it was that Aletta had no choice but to scream.

"Hey, what's up!?

The owner, who was cleaning up "yesterday" at the dining room, screams and enters the kitchen.

Then he looked bright blue and went into the floor and saw Aletta and the zombie grating at the unexpected reaction to get an idea of the general situation.

"... dude. Just take it off."

"... ah"

The zombie, finally thinking about it in the store owner's words, puts a healthy colored arm on his face and peels off his mask as it is.

"... Huh? Manager,?

Crush the potpourri and words on the familiar face that appeared from beneath it, looking sorry.

"No, I didn't think you'd react so well so far. I'm gonna say our guy or a part-time job or something like," That looks creepy and the customers are gonna pull it off, so make it another costume. "

The store manager makes excuses for looking sorry for Aletta like that.

"Disguise? Uh..."

"Oh, Halloween, this one's subtle, and I don't really know why, but there's a festival dressed as a monster or a witch anyway. Well, our mall's been doing it as a monster these days."

Explain the customs of this period that the store owner also understands for himself to Aletta, who has the face that he doesn't know why he did that.

"Oh really... so dress up as a monster"

Aletta wasn't sure why there was such a festival, either, when she heard the store owner's explanation, but for now, I knew why the store manager looked like a monster.

"Well, I'm sorry to surprise you. Aletta... oh, yeah. That's not the point."

After one mistake, I finally give it to Aletta, who got up and loaded it on the trolley.

"... Huh? What's this?"

"Oh, pumpkin finanche for Halloween fair we're doing right now"

Handed over, decorated with an orange ribbon, a bag as transparent as water that looks clear inside.

Inside it you can see something that looks like a treat from another world, put in an even smaller bag.

"Look, Aletta's always buying me cookie cans. Because you're a good customer. Sometimes a customer gives you one of the gifts, but the trick is to have it loved for a long time. That's why you take it. Because I don't want money."

When I hang those words, as usual, I turn different worlds of confectionery into cold shelves and ordinary shelves in the kitchen.

"... Yes. Thank you."

To the words, Aletta honestly decided to receive them, holding a financier on her chest, and lowering her head with a pepper.

And the next day at noon.

"So you want me to eat this, too, treat called Pumpkin Finanche?

"Yes, because I owe it to Shea to buy cookies."

Sia, whose sister hadn't been on a journey in a long time and came to receive her usual cookies from Aletta, who was left alone, looked a little dazed at Aletta, who said so and offered her a smile and strange treat.

(Totally, you can't tell if you shut up)

I laugh bitterly at the daughter of a housekeeper who is honest enough to be stupid in the head in front of me.

I suppose that silly honesty is also why my sister is entrusted with the management of this warehouse.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll take it. It would be delicious if it was a treat from the store that serves that cookie."

Restore your mind and tell Aletta so.

It's been another year since I started buying cookies from that store through Aletta, but the goodness of that confection is still great.

I also saw it put out to the nobles and merchants of friends who come to visit occasionally, the daughter of a famous adventurer, etc., but my reputation is still good, and I have not been asked where it came from once or twice.

And according to what Aletta told me, there are various treats besides cookies in that store, and I also heard that various customers are coming to eat them.

This time, I guess this treat is one of those treats.

"Okay. Wait a minute, will you? The tea that Shea gave me, I'll bring it in. I already made hot water."

In response to that word, Aletta gets up, goes to the kitchen in the back with Patapata and brings her tools.

Poured from a teapot of white ceramics imported from a sea country on the western continent is a tea of flowers, with sweet aromas and refreshing acidity.

Aletta puts it in a cheap wooden cup with a masterpiece of skill, a gift from "Master Shea" that is well fragrant and delicious, but of such value that it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Then shall we eat? Aretta, why don't you join us?

Shea also recommends Aretta to look like nothing while adding two cups of fine white sugar to the tea she receives.

"Yes! I'll have it"

I guess I expected you to say that.

Aletta, who had prepared two cups, pours the same tea into her cup, adding only one cup of sugar, which is also what she receives.

Well, I'll take it.

That's what Shea said and reached into the bag, and the tea party started.

The confectionery in the transparent bag. This was wrapped in a small transparent bag again.

(This bag is also a mystery, isn't it? I don't know the material, and I don't have a knot or sew, but I don't have a mouth)

That twitchy bag of material is not found in cookies.

If you're such a magician who loves strange things just like this, you're going to be happy to buy them, while breaking the bag.

What came out of it was a small, box-shaped confection. Sounds like a treat called Pumpkin Financier.

(Uh, baked sweets... right?

I pinched it at my fingertips. It's a lot softer than Shea's known confectionery and cookies, confusing.

It's a little different from the treat Shea knows. I'll just take a look at that in my hand.

Decorated with pale green seeds, it had pale, red yellow contents just behind a bright brown surface of good scorching additions and subtractions.

I didn't smell much and waited still for Shea to bite me.

(I'm sure it's delicious)

Drinking the dust and spit, Shea softly carries it to her mouth... breaking her face making sure it tastes good as expected.

The sweet was slightly tough and teethy on the surface, but overall softer than cookies.

It collapses so that it can be solved in your mouth.

And the first thing I feel is the oil containing a strong sweetness... the taste of butter.

This confectionery called Financière is apparently a confectionery containing a large quantity of butter.

I can feel the sweetness from the understated sweet sugar financier, which stains with the aroma of fragrant baked butter.

(This sweetness is a little strange too... yummy)

Probably the flavour of the ingredients used in this confection.

I feel the sweetness of the fruit and the sweetness of the sugar are different.

It tastes like a vegetable, but it also has a different sweetness to entertain Shea.

And the green seeds can play crisp as you eat on.

The last thing that is planted in the aroma of that seed is a hint of salt flavor.

The flavor of salt that pervades where you are fully indulgent in sweetness startles your tongue, but doesn't make you uncomfortable.

On the contrary, it felt even sweeter and even more edible.

"Um... what do you think? Dear Shea,"

Speaking to Aletta, she realizes when she was silently indulging in the flavor and being drawn in, Shea accidentally stuffs her financier in the throat.

When he hastily sips tea and pours in his financière, he makes a smile and answers Aletta.

"Of course, it's delicious. Really, the craftsman who made this confectionery is a genius... don't hesitate to eat Aretta"

Normally I don't have a sister who is surprisingly tense.

Take it to Shea, who is raucous and has many friends because of her parents' relationship. Tea parties are everyday things, but it's not bad to have fun with friends who don't feel comfortable like this once in a while.

Shea reached out to the second financier, satisfied to see Aletta reaching out to Auntie and Pumpkin Financier in front of her and smiling unexpectedly relaxed.