The Other World Dining Hall

Behind the deep woods of the western continent, Serena opened her eyes for the first time in a long time, experiencing burning pain on her skin.

(Hmmm... is something wrong)

I feel so much pain that I'm about to burn to the bone, stroking my white arm with no stain but a burn, I get up.

For Serena, the user of the art of integrating with the forest and perpetuating her own life by being given the vitality of the forest, this forest is life itself.

As long as there is this forest, Serena will not be visited by death due to life expectancy. But if this forest is gone, we won't be able to spin our lives on our feet.

As a result, Serena has been trying to preserve the forest so that many tree dolls (wooden golems) will not die after drying up the forest.

Cut down old, dying trees and plant young ones instead. The leaves that have grown so bright that the rays of the sun shine in the sky will strike down, so that the light that spins warm life to the ground will reach the flowers that have bloomed on the ground.

Sprinkle water on the flowers that continue to shine, and drain the grass in moderation so that it stays healthy if it sprouts too much and is likely to fall together.

Like Serena, the tree dolls, whose lives have never run out of magic as long as they are in this forest, and who have not divulged one dissatisfaction with the care of the forest that lasts forever, just remain silent and continue to work to keep the forest alive.

But what's beyond the reach of that tree doll... When a storm comes, or a fire, or a dragon or a warcraft kind comes and is razing the forest, Serena feels the damage to the forest as pain and stops meditating and deals with it herself.

Transform the magic gained from the forest into ancient and powerful magic, and protect the forest with that magic.

The forest was stained red with flames as Serena moved away from the center of the forest and rushed to the point in question.

"This... is not a volcanic fire."

Serena calmly guessed what was going on, suffering the pain of being burned to the body in the literal sense.

Perhaps the lightning strike or something caught fire is spreading.

The flames that burn red burn into trees and grasshoppers and burn them.

(If you let it go on this scale, half of it will burn down, or what?)

In the three millennia since Serena began living in this forest, a fire of such magnitude that it has only burned about five or six times.

If you look at it, some of the tree dolls that are sprinkling from the spring to extinguish the fire are burning.

"Well, let's just get this over with."

But if I give it back, it's only to the extent that I've prevented so many so far.

Serena decides to put out the fire.

(... I see, speaking of which, it hasn't been raining in a while)

First I try to call in the neighborhood rain clouds and realize there are no rain clouds around here.

"Fair enough. At times like this..."

But still, Serena is not in a hurry and completes the magic of dealing with it.

For a moment, the air freezes and the flames that were burning with momentum easily diminish momentum.

(Uhm, now that's not a problem)

Wide-area magic that alters the flow of air drifting on the ground to take away the air only from certain places and obliterate what needs to be breathed to live.

How many years have you lived in this forest when you realized that of the powerful but weakly magical giants and the families of the many southern continents who inhabit the king, knitted them to extinguish alone those who do not have the magic to turn into dragons, but apparently the air is also necessary for the flames to burn, and can thus also be used to extinguish the fire without question?

With such a hard thought, the magic of defense ensures that the mountain fires are extinguished without being burned or suffocated by one's magic, even at the center of the flame.

Eventually Serena reaches the heart of the mountain fire that was burning and finishes putting out all the fire.

I remember a little loneliness when I saw the black scorched and charcoaled trees that remained after all the flames had gone out.

(Has this reduced another 'elder'?)

The trees in the woods that have been carefully looked after for three thousand years are young to such an extent that even what marks the millennium is unusual.

At the end of his life, all the dead trees are cut down at the hands of the tree dolls, and he uses the foundations and new tree dolls as ingredients to raise the next young trees.

Therefore, the trees that have survived since the three thousand years since Serena's arrival remain only to the extent that they can be counted.

And it came to pass that one of them was also burned out by fire.

(Well, I can't help but care...... yeah?

Shaking off such feelings, Serena also tries to return to her residence, where she lived 10,000 years, also the most gigantic tree in the forest, which is the heart of the forest.

In the immediate vicinity of the black, burnt trees, there is another black.

Black with a glossy cat painting, not like burned again.

"I see. Was this Doyo Day?"

Probably because the trees burned and the magic flow changed.

Serena appears in this forest, hands on the second door.

Sure, you didn't have any oscilco soup.

I remember the warm sweetness of that bean soup, and Serena feels a little sorry for me.

I still have a month or so until my age changes. I've heard that one will only be given out at a time when the years change, so I wouldn't be putting it away.

(Fair enough, there will be. I've been putting strange things down lately)

With that in mind, open the door.

Hearing the chillin 'chillin' and bells ring, Serena knocked at the door and visited a restaurant from different worlds.

Faldania accidentally took a breath when she casually saw you in the sound of a chillin 'chillin' and ringing bells.

(What is that... uh, elf, right?

It was the woman of a secluded elf who appeared knocking through the door with the sound of a bell without making a sound like a ghost.

Brushed obsidian glossy straight black hair and white skin as snow.

A woman with western continental style, unspoilt outfits and long ears.

"Wow, that's beautiful."

Alice honestly leaks her thoughts when she sees an elf woman so she can follow Faldania.

Still, Alice, who just learned a little magic from Faldania, doesn't realize.

(Amazing magic......)

What surprised Faldania was the strength of its magic.

In short, no matter how powerful the elves are, it's an out-of-the-way realm.

If you do poorly, Faldania will also outshine the dragon, the most powerful demon you have yet to meet.

Besides, I can't read my age.

At the same time, the magic is too vast to discern, even with Fardanian eyes that are too rigorous to see the approximate age with magic.

(I knew there were a lot of weird people in this store...)

The reason was that a human mage I recently met asked me to be away.

I want you to keep the house while I vacate the house for about a month because you think there are medication ingredients that can only be taken at the bottom of the ocean at this time of year.

They told me that if I could clean it properly and deal with the occasional guests, I wouldn't mind using the house as much as I wanted.

The words were a delightful suggestion to take to Faldania.

The long journey with Alice, still a slightly thirty year old toddler, can be daunting inside.

Just as there was something I wanted to study about the happiness of the sea, Faldania acknowledged, and Faldania and Alice decided to take a little time in the Cape House.

And when Alice and I lived together, Alice wanted to go once every seven days, so I had no choice but to visit a different world cafeteria.

"There's my daughter. What can I do for you?

Guess I was surprised to see an unexpected elf guest.

A brunette elf turns his gaze to Faldania and Alice.

"Yes, no nothing..."

Its, drunk and atrophied by a strong atmosphere, Faldania shrugs her neck and looks away.

"Hmm, right"

One elf...... Serena also takes her gaze off when she hears Faldania's answer and lowers her back to the right seat.

"Welcome. That's unusual... sorry, I didn't do the juice powder today"

It was the shopkeeper, not the daughter of the devil who greeted her when she came before, who went to Serena, who laid her back on her seat, feeling a little sorry.

"Um, I'm afraid I don't have Osilco, but I can't help but say there"

I understand that with Serena.

It was only thirty years ago that I was explained to my predecessors who didn't see me here recently that I would only make that once a year on the first day of the year.

And I am aware that today is still much earlier in the year.

"I don't know if it's a substitute, but it's also sweet. I'd love something warm if I could."

But at the same time, Serena believed.

Every time they come, the guests change and this restaurant that serves a variety of dishes always has the dishes that Serena prefers.

"Right......"

The shopkeeper thinks about the dishes to serve a little.

Warm, sweet stuff.

If that's all, I'm about to serve hot cake, but there's another important thing.

The customer in front of me seems to be of a race called Elves.

I don't know why an elf is religious or allergic, but I extremely dislike animal ingredients.

Then the dish to be served to the elves must be made exclusively of vegetable ingredients.

"Yes."

After a while I wondered if there would have been such a dish, the owner thought of the dish.

I put it out when I was a previous generation and now it's not on the menu, but I'm confident I can make it delicious myself if there is one.

"So what about college potatoes? It'll take a little while to get it out, if that's okay."

"Then give me that."

Serena nods and gives permission to confirm the owner.

I don't know what a daiga creepy dish is, but I am a store owner with more knowledge and skill than Serena when it comes to cooking things.

It will serve dishes that are sweet, warm, and with the smell of the beast unmixed.

"... Well, what's coming out of it"

Serena waits, smoking her appetite and curiosity, even as she senses it being seen by her little elf daughter earlier.

It was never bitter to wait, taking the majority of the year over the former to Serena, who spends her time thinking and meditating.

And after a while, the food is carried.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a Diga Quimo."

The dish is served to Serena, making a light noise.

"Hmm. This is... I see. What is Diga Quimo? Kumara?"

Seeing yellow fruit and purple skin wrapped around a glossy orange coat scattered with black grains, Serena narrows her eyes nostalgically.

It was not east or west of that dish, just much like the vegetables eaten on the southern continent by the family of the demon dragon serving that terrible king.

(I thought I was still young back then...)

Remote memories are also remembered for Serena, who continues to live when she crosses three times the usual figure.

Still, when Serena was dawning on exploration in the capital, Serena had traveled to the southern continent.

At that time, to study the King of Hegemony and his family dragon, who was immortal in the literal sense to complete the magic of immortality that he sought.

Even Serena, who was already in the elves at the time and was still known as a magical genius, was on a journey so dangerous that she lost her life several times, but there she and her colleagues, who had devoted themselves to exploring as well, made many new discoveries to further explore.

(I sure liked Altrude guy...)

Elf colleagues, for whom Kumara was a favourite, had certainly brought back a large number of plants from the southern continent and had certainly grown this in facilities that magically recreated the same environment as the southern continent.

I remember especially laughing that the Kumara I brought back was not as sweet and good as the fruit when I cooked it.

(Man, time flies, huh?)

The Altrude also died of longevity.

As for Serena, I think it's better that she just didn't fall for that crappy demon spirit (Rich), but it's still something I felt so sad about the death of a familiar face.

(... Now, is it time to try it)

I missed one thing, but this is food. If you eat, you have no body.

Serena takes the chopstick and gently squeezes it up.

A thick brown honey drips over the plate.

Still warm Kumara has a fragrant and sweet scent that stimulates the empty Selena's stomach.

This isn't poison just to watch.

That's what I think, and Serena throws a Diga Quimo into her mouth, cut into just the size she can eat in one bite.

(Wouldn't this just be sweet)

Roll over your tongue to indulge in its flavour and aroma.

Flavor of sweet sugar and flavor of aromatic black seeds. Serena feels something different in it.

With salt gas and a flavor that feels just a little familiar, it's probably not originally sweet.

The flavor was tightening the sweetness this Diga Quimo was putting together.

(Uhm, it's a good bite... I see it's not Kumara)

Roll it all the way in your mouth and then chew it up, and it returns a comfortable tooth.

It seems that the thick honey hardens and the surface of Kumara, which loses water and has a strong and faintly fragrant flavor, creates its teeth.

And at the end of that tooth is Kumara, slightly sweet and softly crumbling in her mouth.

A pale sweet kumara that collapses with a mollusc mixes with the sweet honey left in your mouth and gives it another flavor.

Sweet, salty and aromatic honey and a pale sweet kumara that crumbles with hollows. And at the moment it fits, Diga Quimo completes.

"... good"

With a sense of purpose in that one word, whine.

Osilco is delicious, but this Diga Quimo is no better than it is, delicious.

(Oh, I'm looking forward to the new year. Wow)

Next time we come, we'll ask for this one with Osilco.

"Can I have a word? That's Diga Quimo, I'd like to order it too..."

"Looks delicious. Me, too, I want to."

Serena tasted the Diga Quimo quietly as she overheard the elf daughters in the next seat making some noise.