The Archmage’s Restaurant Chapter 1

# One

Chapter.1 Meat of the Beginning

Outside of Gray City.

There is my restaurant on a small hill. Location overlooking the city. Although it is a restaurant with a nice view, it actually has more drawbacks. Because it is quite far from commercial or residential districts, not many customers come to the top of this hill.

That’s both a disadvantage and an advantage.

This is not a world with cars.

Of course, there are no bicycles, motorcycles, or airplanes.

Magic and sword. And monsters. There are dungeons and hunters all mixed up. A fantasy world where empires and kingdoms exist. It has already been 15 years since I was summoned to this continent. I’m already in my early 30s.

I am a wizard. He is a retired wizard. He is called the Archmage who broke through the barrier of the 9th class, the strongest class. But now he is the owner of the restaurant.

Life until then was far from peace. Always a battlefield. Battlefield. Battlefield.

Befitting his position as an archmage, he had to be called to numerous battlefields. War against monsters. Fighting with a dragon. The price of fighting with one’s life was not that great.

They just praise him for being a hero.

Tired of fighting, I decided to retire. We’ve been fighting for 15 years, so I think that’s enough. I was summoned as a childish high school student, and my life has been nothing but fighting.

If I had been in Korea, my military service would have lasted just two years. Here, the real battlefield lasted for 15 years.

So I left everything and settled in Gray, a provincial city in the Luverne Empire. I accumulated 9 classes of mana, but I still haven’t found a way to return to modern times.

So we have to live in this world.

Remaining a wizard was far from peace. Obviously, something is going to go wrong all around.

When I was still in modern times, I wanted to be the owner of a small restaurant since I was young. After retirement. After working as a famous chef, he opened a small restaurant. My dream was to become a chef and attend culinary school throughout middle and high school. Planning for retirement has become a reality in a different world.

Although retirement after living the life of a famous wizard rather than a chef is different from the life plan I originally dreamed of.

But anyway, what do you think?

It has been a little over a month since the restaurant opened here. It is still completely unknown. There are a few regular customers.

The menu depends on your mood that day.

No, we can even make it if the customer wants it. I like free restaurants.

It’s self-satisfaction anyway. I don’t need money.

A treasure found in the lair of a dragon that ate a dragon heart. With that treasure, it is not difficult to make a living. So, it is self-satisfaction.

A two-story house built by selling treasure. The first floor is a restaurant and the second floor is my home. The first floor restaurant consists of a kitchen and four tables. In the kitchen, there was a small desk-sized iron plate and various pots for grilling meat. Dwarven cooking utensils made with a modern touch. It is handmade by direct request.

When I wake up in the morning, I start my day by wiping down the table and kitchen utensils. After cleaning, we head to the market.

After everything is done, it’s lunch time.

It’s just the beginning of business.

As expected, only flies are flying today.

“Howdy!”

As I was zoning out, a customer came in waving his hand above his head. He looks familiar. He is a butcher who supplies meat for our restaurant.

The first day we met, after that incident, he came to visit me like this every now and then. Of course, we meet every day on the market floor, so it’s not new.

“What kind of wind was blowing that brought you here? “There was no word from the market this morning.”

“Because high-quality meat comes in. Now, it’s the same Uva belly fat as that day!”

Mr. Knoll threw the meat into the kitchen. Bright pink meat. Just by looking at it, I could tell it was fresh.

“I’m also a business person, but sometimes, when this kind of high-quality meat comes in, I want to eat it.”

“Ha, is that so? “Didn’t you say that there was no Uba meat in the morning?”

It was different from the morning. Then Mr. Knoll gently scratched his cheek.

“It really wasn’t there! then! Really!”

“yes? “Some meat that wasn’t there before fell from the sky at lunch time?”

“Yes, that’s it!”

“Are you crazy?”

It was so absurd that I asked him a sincere question. Mr. Knoll scratched his head, then sat down on a chair at the bar table with a view of the kitchen and opened his mouth.

“Yes, yes, surrender, surrender! It was airlifted in a hurry. “Because I feel like I want to drink it.”

“Hmm.”

In any case, there is no need to refuse if the customer wants it. At first glance, it was only about 1 pound. Looking at the sheep, it really feels like it was obtained in a hurry. I wondered what it was like to want to eat meat so much. That’s the butcher who sells meat.

“After eating the food you made for me back then, I thought about it when I wanted to drink something. Hehe. So give it to me quickly. It’s just going to cause bugs to fly around anyway.”

“I’m sorry for blowing away those bugs.”

I shrugged and started to prepare the meat.

***

The first time I met Mr. Knoll was before the restaurant opened.

At that time, I was having a hard time finding a butcher shop that would supply me with meat. It was a small city, so it was quite difficult to obtain various monster meats. The last place I visited, Knoll’s shop, was a light for me.

“Can I get it?”

Last stop was the butcher shop. The man with massive muscles said as if it was obvious.

“Hoho, there are colleagues I knew from working as a mercenary when I was young, so I can get a variety of monster meat.”

“Is that so?”

It was good news to hear.

“But I don’t sell my meat to just anyone. This is an iron rule. I can’t stand it when the meat I worked so hard to receive is cooked carelessly. “Can you satisfy me?”

“Oh, you damn burn! Is it starting again? Please come to your senses! If this continues, I will starve to death. “I’m starving to death!”

“This isn’t enough. “It’s my pride!”

A couple raising their voices. She was so beautiful that when she was young she would have made men cry considerably. Even now, she looks like she’s in her 40s, so you can see she’s still pretty.

“Ma’am, it’s okay. “I’m confident.”

I spoke confidently.

“We are planning to open a restaurant on that hill. So, let me show you my cooking.”

I was confident. When I was traveling the world as a wizard, his colleagues always praised my cooking.

“Oh, that’s right? good. As for me, if I feel like it, I will get the customer the meat they want no matter what happens. But if you don’t like it, you can never sell it!”

“Yes, yes, then can I have some Uva meat? Uva belly fat.”

“what?”

“yes?”

The wife who was tearing out her husband’s hair and Mr. Knoll also made faces that asked what they were saying.

“Belly Fat? “Cooking with belly fat?”

“yes.”

“Why do you have to eat that fatty part?”

“it’s okay. I would like you to evaluate it later. Anyway, if you want to show off your skills, you have to sell it at least once.”

The couple looked at each other. Mr. Knoll made a bewildered expression and entered the store. And he soon lost two pounds of Uba’s belly fat.

“Ubarani, which is not Beleren meat or Uka meat, let’s see what kind of dish it is. Just take that. “It’s for smoking, so I’ll just throw it away.”

Mr. Knoll said that and went into the store. I tried to pay for it to her wife who sighed but she didn’t take it.

“are you okay. Even though he looks like that, he is a person with a craftsmanship, and I think that’s why I married him. Ho Ho.”

She told the husband that she was his wife, and although she mistreated her, she refused to take the money as if she respected her husband’s wishes.

“Well, does your husband like alcohol?”

“How does it look?”

“You look like a drunkard.”

“It is as you see.”

The wife smiled and nodded.

I returned home with Uva meat. Uva meat refers to pork. Here, pigs were called Uba. Uka refers to a cow. And Veleren is a wolf-type monster. It is the most popular among monster meats. This meat has no unpleasant odor and has a chewy texture.

Monster meat with this unique taste was more popular than pigs or cows in this world. There are also many professional hunters. However, it was difficult to obtain it due to lack of air transport to these rural areas. Therefore, it is very important to do business with this butcher.

As soon as I returned to the store, I prepared the food. The couple will come soon.

Uva’s belly refers to pork belly. This is food that contains my soul. It is full of memories of my hometown.

The Uva meat here had twice as much fat as modern pigs. Maybe that’s why it’s not more popular. However, if you remove all the oil, the taste actually deteriorates. The pork belly Mr. Knoll gave me was very bright pink and boasted a certain level of freshness. Probably the fish caught today.

Remove any chunks of fat from the outside and slice as thinly as possible.

Inside the kitchen, there was a storage room carved out of a stone block. The storage is frozen every morning using ice-type magic. Rather than a storage room, it was a refrigerator using magic.

The water, fire, and ice used here all use magic. I guess that’s my policy.

Sprinkle pepper and salt on the trimmed meat. Of course, salt exists in this world too. Pepper doesn’t exist. The variety of modern seasonings and spices is out of this world.

This is an application of summoning magic.

I have perfected a great magic spell that summons modern objects.

Because, in order to return to Earth, I studied the magic of dimensional movement hard, and as a result, I discovered a strange summoning magic, not a transfer magic.

There are still many areas for improvement. I think that if I improve, I might be able to move on as well.

The biggest problem currently is that the size of summoned objects is limited. It’s about as much weight as I can lift.

Moreover, the maximum number of summons was once per day. A huge amount of mana is used to summon across dimensions. So much so that recovery is slow.

And another problem. The problem was that if you summoned an unprocessed item, it came strangely damaged. Processed products also have an expiration date. So this is not a question of expiration date.

But it was still quite convenient. Of course, you don’t get it for free. Leave behind and bring back treasures of greater value. Should we call it an equivalent exchange?

Anyway, that’s why it’s pepper. Meat sprinkled with pepper and salt. I use my secret weapon again on the seasoned meat.

Thermal Blade. A special magic that can split a monster’s body into over 100 million pieces with just one attack. If you adjust your mana and apply magic with your fine senses, thousands of cuts will appear on the meat. And only on the front. The point is to accurately break the spell. If magic goes all the way to the back, it will just turn into thousands of tattered pieces of meat.

“Are we here?”

“I think so.”

As I was preparing to cook, a couple appeared side by side.

“welcome. “Please sit down here.”

He gestured to a couple looking around the empty restaurant. A couple walked to the bar table adjacent to the kitchen and sat down on chairs.

“The store is very pretty.”

“How pretty is it? “What kind of business are you planning to do by opening a restaurant in a place like this?”

“honey. Ugh, sorry. Don’t pay attention to this guy. “He’s always been foul-mouthed.”

The wife apologizes on his behalf. I just passed it by. There are people with that kind of personality sometimes.

“Then I’ll serve the food right away.”

No one has ever said that pork belly is not delicious. Even in this world. So, I confidently told him to show off his belly fat.

I mounted the fireball under the dwarven iron plate in front of the bar table. The iron plate begins to heat up. Grill pork belly sprinkled with pepper and salt.

Cheeeeeeeee!

Pork belly sizzling and making a delicious sound. This sound is the treasure that stimulates the appetite. The reason there are thousands of knife marks on the front is because only that part loses fat, making the outside crispy and the back soft.

“Hoo, you mean to bake it like that?”

Mr. Knoll and his wife also looked at me with curious eyes. After watching it being grilled on an iron plate, there was no further complaint. It’s showtime here. I used a fireball to cover the griddle once to give the sizzling pork belly a stronger fire flavor.

Pow!

And if you immediately cut off the mana and destroy the fireball, the grilled pork belly is complete.

The accompanying food is salad. I didn’t want to take a risk because I had mixed feelings about ssam. Also, they served an oil sauce mixed with sesame oil and salt and pepper, which is essential for pork belly. It’s delicious to make a sauce by maturing onions and mixing it with soy sauce, but today we’ll go with the most basic combination.

“Are you a wizard?”

The wife asked with wide eyes, as if she was surprised to see the fireball. I nodded.

“Hmph, fireball is a basic magic. “Taste is important, but this is a restaurant, not a battlefield, right?”

“Okay, let’s dip it in oil and eat it.”

Mr. Knoll, who was just about to put the meat in his mouth, soaked the meat in the oil. Even as he spoke, Mr. Knoll’s hand movements were very fast, perhaps because the smell of grilled meat stimulated the texture. True to her nature, her wife carefully takes the meat into her mouth.

Crunch crunch. Meat chews in the mouths of two people. This is the only moment I feel nervous.

“Huh?”

Mr. Knoll’s frown brightened. She looked very surprised.

“Hey, this is Uba’s belly fat?”

“Is that correct?”

As I said this with a smile, Mr. Knoll started looking around at the meat.

“Huh, how can something so crunchy yet soft and fatty be filling and yet taste refreshing? “It tastes bad, even if it’s because of magic!”

He muttered that and started eating meat indiscriminately.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Just repeat eating. The pork belly was disappearing in the blink of an eye.

“This is ridiculous!”

“It’s so delicious.”

Only after emptying his plate did Mr. Knoll look at me and start making a fuss.

“Hey! Give me more! more! More, more, more! “The meat I gave you must have been more than this, right?”

“Don’t you have something to say before that?”

“Tch. yes. I passed! pass. Just say any meat! I’ll save everything except what I can’t save! Hahahaha! “Give me more meat!”

Mr. Knoll started shouting loudly and urging for pork belly. Saliva drips from the mouth. The eyes staring at me were like those of a beast. A wild beast that targets meat.

“Yay, yay, here we go.”

I answered with a smile and put all the remaining meat on the iron plate.