Megami Buchigire - Chapter 37

Dwarven Kingdom.

This country situated in the western part of the continent is composed mainly of tunnels bored through mountain chains. As it offers a safe alternative to traversing dangerous mountain roads, merchants and adventurers alike travel through this country in great numbers.

But despite the large flow of people through the Dwarven Kingdom, it can almost be said that there isn’t a single non-dwarf living here in permanence.

The reason for this is because this country is, as its name implies, a country for dwarves. To get this moody race to acknowledge an outsider and accept that person as one of their own is said to be even more difficult than defeating a dragon.

Yet in such a Dwarven Kingdom, there has been one human who has recently been officially acknowledged as a citizen.

His name is Juuzou. In this Dwarven Kingdom where various ingredients and cuisines are gathered, he has continuously birthed dishes amidst comments like “wait, that’s not for eating!” and “it’s been altered so much that it doesn’t have a hint of its original appearance!”

This is Juuzou, the role model for all Japanese chefs.

At the mouth of an eastern road in the Dwarven Kingdom, the one in the direction of Fitzgald Empire, there is a certain restaurant.

“O~i, Master! Seconds, please! Large serving!”

“Got it, will bring it to you soon!”

In this Dwarven Kingdom where most architecture is stone-based, this small store stands out with its wooden construction. As it is lunchtime, the store is bustling with many dwarven customers. And the one standing in the kitchen is a man who appears to be in his thirties.

His mild face whose characteristic seems to be not having any characteristic is currently the very picture of seriousness.

“Hey there Juuzou. I’ve come as promised.”

It is a young female voice that addresses Juuzou as he is busying around.

“Ahh, Bahrsan. Welcome.”

Juuzou-san turns his gaze to see a female with a small build who’s sitting up straight with her hands on the counter.

She is a female dwarf, and her name is Bahra. She is the daughter of the carpenter who Juuzou-san had been greatly in the care of when he was setting up this store.

“There are still many customers at the moment, so please wait a while. Would you like a dish on the house?”

“Really? Then please make me that ‘Napolitan’ from the other time. With extra sausages.”

“Certainly.”

Juuzou-san’s courteous reply causes Bahrsan’s face to light up like a flower blossoming.

As someone with a great disposition and good at cooking, Bahrsan is quite popular among the guys. The reason for this Bahrsan to visit Juuzou-san’s store is because of a request of great importance.

“Thank you for waiting. Here’s your Napolitan.”

“Thank you. Then I’ll eat it slowly while waiting for you.”

So saying, she takes up a fork, and begins digging into the red-stained noodle dish.

Incidentally, Napolitan is 100% a Japanese creation. If you show it to an Italian, you would get hit with a “what part of this is from Napoli?!” so please be careful.

Isn’t it fine just dumping ketchup on pasta? We’re Japanese, after all.