Chapter 87: Store Summoning 12

The dispel potion was distributed smoothly to churches in major cities of the country. At the same time, the method for identifying Silver Demon Disease was also spread, and everyone became able to confirm if they were infected by soaking their hands in ice water. However, in the midst of this hot summer, there’s no way ordinary households have something like ice. They had to rely on judgments made with ice water created by ice magicians belonging to the church, and long lines formed at the church in the Royal Capital. In fact, about four infected people were apparently discovered. Silver Demon Disease is highly contagious, but the curse infects when the magic power carried by the person comes into contact with another’s magic power. In other words, infection doesn’t occur without physical contact. The church had people line up with intervals. Because of that, it seems others weren’t infected. Furthermore, it seems to depend on the infected person’s magic capacity; for someone with small magic capacity, the curse doesn’t spread that widely. So in the game, because Sakuraile—me—was infected, it spread tremendously… Since I had a decent amount of magic power… Generally, nobles have more magic power than commoners. This is largely due to bloodlines continuing unbroken, but even among commoners, people with suddenly large magic power are sometimes born. If such a person was infected with Silver Demon Disease, it would be a disaster. As expected, better to confirm properly. At worst, even if silver spots appear on the body and disease symptoms manifest, death is not immediate. If the dispel potion can be taken during that time, it can be cured. The Silver Demon Disease dispel potion is provided for free. Otherwise, some folks might think up stupid things. If symptoms are confirmed at the church, they let you drink the medicine on the spot. We will eradicate this curse disease here. Crush it thoroughly so it never spreads in the world again. As a result, thanks to early detection and early treatment, Silver Demon Disease ended without causing a pandemic. With that, the need to summon the three-day kitchen car continuously disappeared, and I finally became able to summon a new shop. Happy. No, not happy just because I can summon a new shop, okay? Happy because the curse disease ended, okay? Yeah. Last time was an onigiri shop, before that a greengrocer, before that a ramen shop… somehow food establishments are continuing. No, calling a greengrocer an eating establishment is a stretch. Food-related? Well, fine either way. Being able to eat delicious things is very welcome. In the first place, the shops I visited most in my previous life were undoubtedly eating establishments. Probability-wise, natural, or rather.

“Somehow every time a disturbance happens, Sakuraile’s shops increase.”

When heading to the backyard designated as the summoning spot with a bouncy gait, Jean utters something quite sharp. Actually true, so can’t really say anything. Some happened by chance, some I aimed for though.

“Isn’t it a reward from Samonia-sama to Lady Sakuraile who overcame difficulties? Surely she is watching over us from the heavens even now!”

Estelle asserts so to Jean‘s doubt. This isn’t exactly off the mark either. Though the ones watching are the Genesis Goddesses. No, maybe Samonia-sama is watching too. Well, let’s summon anyway. We depart the territorial capital tomorrow and return to the Royal Capital. As expected, I want to treat everyone among the servants to some delicious food.

“[Store Summoning]!”

With a dazzling vortex of light, magic power drains from within me. Oh? Neither small nor big. Normal? After the light subsided, what appeared before my eyes was a one-story building based on white. On the eye-catching sign, the characters ‘100 Yen per Plate’ and ‘Conveyor Belt Sushi’ shine brilliantly.

“It’s Kuma Sushi!”

I shouted involuntarily. That is the conveyor belt sushi chain ‘Kuma Sushi’ expanded nationwide. I’ve gone to eat here many times. The prices are reasonable, and the sub-menu is substantial, ranging from salads to mini ramen, fried chicken, and cakes, which is appreciated.

“Is that meat… no, fish? Is it a restaurant?”

Father states his opinion looking at the sushi poster posted outside the shop. Pictures of fish are drawn, but sushi doesn’t exist in this world, so not quite getting it, right.

“That is a conveyor belt sushi restaurant. Sushi is sliced fish placed on rice seasoned with vinegar, salt, sugar, etc., and because it rotates, it’s called conveyor belt (rotating) sushi.” “Food… rotating…?”

Hearing my explanation, Father and everyone else wear expressions saying they don’t understand. Gunuu, the explanation just now was a failure. Probably the rotation Father imagines and my rotation are different.

“Umm, anyway, you’ll understand if you see.”

I took everyone inside ‘Kuma Sushi’. Along the customer seats visible behind the register counter, plates with sushi are flowing round and round on a conveyor belt. Uwaa, nostalgic!

“I see. So that’s ‘Rotating’.”

Seeing is believing. My meaning finally seemed to convey to Father and the others. Father places gold coins on the register counter plate as usual. There are booth seats and counter seats, but I sat in a booth seat with Father, Mother, and Kohaku-san—three people and one animal. Grandmother, the Empress, and Elliott sit in the adjacent booth seat. Everyone’s eyes are glued to the flowing sushi. Not just sushi, cakes and such are also flowing, so Mother and the others were also very interested.

“First, let’s prepare tea.” “Tea?”

I take a teacup on the conveyor belt and put a spoonful of matcha powder placed at the seat.

“Hot water comes out here so be careful.”

Then press the teacup against the faucet attached next to the conveyor belt where sushi flows. Hot water flows from the faucet, and tea is complete in no time. Blowing on it to cool—fuu fuu, take a sip. Umu, delicious. Just in case, cold tea is sold at the liquor shop, so I drink Japanese tea reasonably often though. Everyone imitated me and prepared tea at their hands respectively. Now, next is finally the main event, sushi. I pick up the menu list leaning on the seat.

“This is the menu. Of course, you can take what is flowing too.”

Even though I explained so, no one reached for the flowing sushi. I thought for sure Jean or someone would take the lead.

“No… because this is raw, right?” “Ah… so that’s it.”

As expected, no raw fish eating culture here. Even in this other world, the possibility of parasites in raw fish is known, and usually not eaten due to danger of food poisoning. Japanese sushi with thorough quality control is safe though. Well, can’t say absolute, but since it’s a ‘Gift’ shop in the first place, this has God’s endorsement, right. I pick up a tuna sushi flowing beside me—hyoi—pour a little soy sauce, and with chopsticks, paku, into my mouth.

“D-Delifious…”

Sushi after a long time. Tuna dances a line dance with vinegared rice in my mouth. This is it, this. This is the heart of Japan. Sushi is delicious!

“Little master, me too! Give some to me too!”

Kohaku-san next to me urged, so I take the same tuna, place it on the table, and drip soy sauce. Immediately, everyone watched Kohaku-san bite into the sushi—hagu hagu—eating deliciously.

“S-Sakuraile? Is it okay?” “It’s okay. If it’s sushi from this shop, no problem. …It’s delicious, you know?”

I take another tuna sushi and offer it in front of Father and Mother. Father hesitated for a moment, but picked up the chopsticks he’s gotten used to recently, and imitating me, brought the soy sauce-dripped sushi to his mouth.

“…Delicious. Thought it would be fishier, but not that much…” “I think fishiness disappears if you add wasabi. Ah, this is spicy so be careful with the amount, okay?”

Not a setup, okay!? Father breathed fire with both Hot Dog and Habanero… Doesn’t know moderation. Just a little is fine, just a little. Right right, about that much. Under my surveillance, Father stuffs his cheeks with sushi containing a little wasabi under the topping.

“Ooh, certainly the fishiness disappeared. Stings the nose but… not bad. I like this one better.”

Well, that’s up to preference. Wasabi is placed at each seat so add as you like. Because Father ate it, Mother also reaches for the sushi going around. Oops, that’s Albacore Tuna (Bintoro)…

“Delicious!”

Mother, who ate Albacore Tuna fearfully, smiles immediately. Seems she liked it. Triggered by that, everyone else also started reaching for rotating sushi.

“What is this!? Tasty!” “To think raw fish is this delicious…” “This one rolled in seaweed is delicious too!”

Jean, Elliott, Estelle and others seem okay too. What Estelle is eating is Cucumber Roll (Kappa Maki). Since they eat seaweed itself with onigiri, probably not much aversion.

“Mugu… This is a bit…” “Ah… The smell might be strong for that one. Ah, you can’t return a plate you touched. I’ll eat that.”

Father smelled the Natto Roll he picked up and tried to return it, so I stopped him. This might be tough for those not used to it. Stringy too. Seeing me eat it with soy sauce—pakuri, Father also knit his brows and put one of them in his mouth. But, apparently didn’t suit his taste, turning pale he managed to swallow and gulped down tea. Don’t force yourself. Even among Japanese, depending on the region, many people can’t handle it.

“Sakura-chan, can we order from this one too?”

Mother asked holding the menu. Normally order via touch panel at the seat, but this shop is likely from the era I first visited as a child, so as expected, didn’t have that. Maybe that system existed somewhere in Japan already, but this shop I went to didn’t seem to have it yet.

“I think probably okay but… Umm, one Engawa (Flounder fin)!”

When I ordered, Flounder fin appeared with the plate in front of me. In recent conveyor belt sushi, ordered sushi is carried to the seat on a lane above the conveyor belt, but this summoned shop seems to transfer directly. Well, this is faster and convenient so no problem. Engawa is crunchy and delicious too. Mother in front of me staring down the menu points at this! to me—it was ‘Special Serving Ikura (Salmon roe)’.

“One Special Serving Ikura!”

In front of Mother who ordered, a Gunkan-maki (Battleship roll) heaped with Ikura like glittering red jewels appeared.

“Beautiful! But what is this?” “Fish eggs.”

Since there is a custom of eating things like caviar or fish eggs here too, Mother wasn’t that surprised. Of course, not eaten raw though. Opening her mouth widely enough to be slightly unseemly for a Duchess, Mother savors the Special Serving Ikura.

“Delicious~. The popping texture is interesting.”

Ikura seems to suit Mother’s tongue too. Good, good. From there, everyone started ordering individually. Naturally, everyone doesn’t understand Japanese so I have to translate. No good, maybe really should make someone learn Japanese… If it’s up to Hiragana/Katakana, maybe manageable…? Jean and others are taking rotating sushi one after another and eating. That guy… eating without thinking? Doing that…

“Fugu!? Goho, goho!?” “Wh-What’s wrong, Jean?”

In front of the surprised Commander General, Jean who put Octopus Wasabi (Tako-wasa) Gunkan-maki in his mouth is peeling his eyes and coughing. Fufufu, neither wasabi nor octopus would suit a kid’s palate. But, leftovers are not allowed! Thought so, but the Commander General ate the rest—pakuri—and chewed deliciously. Took another plate from the lane. Liked it? Everyone who doesn’t eat fish raw seemed to have some things they couldn’t eat. Squid and octopus seem no good after all. Commander General and Father ate normally though. Or rather, these aren’t fish. Also Natto as expected. Seeing me eat, Estelle forced herself to eat but was teary-eyed. Crab Miso (brain/innards) and Sea Urchin (Uni) seem impossible too. Wait, these aren’t fish either. Huh? If it’s fish, almost everything raw seemed eatable? Is it not something to worry about that much?

“But, you can eat it because it’s this shop. Don’t eat fish raw outside here, okay?”

Since parasites and food poisoning are scary, I remind everyone. Oi Jean, listening? Don’t blame me if you get a stomachache. There are magic potions and such in this world so maybe okay though.

“Desserts going around is nice too.” “First time eating something like this.”

What Grandmother and the Empress at the next table held were three-colored Dango (pink, white, green) and Warabimochi with matcha. Ah, Japanese sweets aren’t at ‘La Vie en Rose’. Personally, I’d appreciate Kitsune Udon from the side menu though. While eating the nostalgic taste—zuruzuru, suddenly thought. Come to think of it, it says ‘100 Yen per Plate’, but that means ‘Minimum 100 Yen’, actually there are 200, 300 Yen plates too. Furthermore, as usual ten times the price, so minimum 1000 Yen per plate sushi, huh. Doesn’t differ from non-rotating sushi… This Kitsune Udon is also 4000 Yen… Uumu, even becoming a Duke’s daughter, the commoner sense from previous life doesn’t leave…