A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

At the border of the Wind Forest where the rebellion elves set up their temporary camp.An elf walked quickly into the largest tent, and when he saw Irina, who was looking at a map, he said with delight, “Your Highness, we have come to an agreement with the goblins. We were given permission to build our base at the crypt in the Geda Mountain area.”

“Excellent.” Irina turned around and nodded with a smile, saying, “We’ll go according to the initial plan. Our people will move to the crypt in batches and form a new defense line based on the topography of the crypt.”

“Yes.” That elf nodded. He looked at Irina, and hesitantly said, “Your Highness, I heard a piece of news just now when I was in the goblins’ area. You might be interested in it.”

“What news?” Irina asked.

“This morning, the king of the Roth Empire made Alex the military’s grand marshal.”

“That must be a piece of fake news that the old dog released to give himself more bargaining chips for the meeting two months later.” Irina scoffed. “A pity Alex is a fool. He would definitely stay quiet about this, and that old dog is certain of that.”

“No, Master Alex responded.” That elf shook his head.

“Responded?” Irina raised her tone a little. No one would understand Alex more than her in this world. How was it possible that he would give a response to something like this?

“He didn’t agree to it, did he?” Irina was uncertain. She would not be too shocked if that happened.

That elf shook his head, and said with some admiration, “No, Master Alex rode the purple-striped griffin to Glass Dragon Island and wrote ‘I’m not going to be the grand marshal! I want this world to be peaceful!’ on the Glass Dragon Pillar.”

Irina’s mouth opened slightly. After the initial shock, she became even more surprised. Smiling, she said, “Has this fellow finally straightened out?”

That elf looked at the smile on Irina’s face which had been gone for a very long time and smiled. No one in the entire Norland Continent was unaware of the relationship between the princess and Master Alex.

She gave up her noble status, the chance for her freedom, and happily ever after with Alex to start this uprising for the elves living at the bottom of the hierarchy—the slaves. She was even willing to lead them into the dark crypt.

This sacrifice was the reason all the elves who left the Wind Forest were willing to follow her till their death.

“Hold on, I still have something for you,” Irina called the elf, who was about to leave quietly, back. She walked to the table quickly and swiftly wrote a letter. She folded it nicely and sealed it up before handing it to that elf with a smile as she said, “Send this letter to the owner of the Gray Temple in Chaos City. There are some things to be made known now.”

“Yes.” That elf held the letter tightly in his hands and turned to walk out.

However, just as he was about to step out of the tent, Irina suddenly called him back again.

“I think it’s better if I personally take a trip to Chaos City.”

…

The purple-striped griffin landed on the peak of a mountain. Mag stroked Ah Zi’s head and told it to return.

“Howl~”

Ah Zi used its head to rub against Mag’s hand reluctantly before it walked into a cave while turning its head back time and again.

That made Mag feel a little bad. “Ah Zi, I’ll bring some yummy food for you next time,” he shouted towards the cave.

“Howl…” Ah Zi peeked its head out and howled excitedly at Mag.

Mag smiled and descended the mountain. After that, he retrieved his bicycle and rode in the direction of Chaos City.

He had unleashed his oscar-level performance, portraying the arrogance and charisma of a 10th-tier expert to the extreme.

However, that was also because Alex had accumulated enough awe, so he could still fake it till he made it.

He was also very satisfied with those two lines that he came up with along the way.

The first line was to give Andre a slap in his face, and the next was to state his stand.

That thrill made him even more eager to regain Alex’s powers.

Not long after he entered the city, Mag felt as though there was someone following him, and that made him very nervous.

Is it a stalker who is after my looks?

Mag frowned. He felt that things did not seem so simple.

However, on second thought, such perverts would usually set eyes on drag queens like Shirley. They would usually get even more excited the moment “she” took off “her” pants.

Could it be that I’ve blown my cover? Mag became even warier. Although he had always been very careful, and had never given himself away in front of living people, some people might link the time he left the city to what happened at the dragon tribe. Although it was almost impossible for people to make that connection, he could not help but think of the worst-case scenario just to play safe.

From the breathing, this person doesn’t seem very powerful, but is very good at stealth. I guess I have to find a small alley to deal with him. Mag glanced back slightly and turned to ride into a small alley at the side.

Hm? Why isn’t he going in the direction of the restaurant? A shadow appeared in a corner and disappeared quickly.

Mag could feel the breathing following behind him. The alley twisted and turned into a narrower lane, and the walls beside rose higher. He smiled.

This kind of place is best for sneaking an attack.

He was curious to find out who was stalking him.

The bicycle passed another alley, and was about to make a turn when suddenly, a huge bludgeon came smashing from that alley.

Mag, who was caught off-guard, thought of several ways he could avoid that bludgeon in an instant.

However, because he could even act, the bludgeon came smashing towards his face.

“Ha, you’ve finally landed in my hands.” Before he fell unconscious, Mag heard that sentence and saw two long legs that came closer, as well as a pair of red…

“Madam, what should we do now? Should we find somewhere to bury him?” the black cat servant asked softly as he appeared on top of the wall of the alley, looking at Mag.

“No, there is such an obvious motive. It’s easy to trace back to us. Besides, if I kill him, I won’t get to taste delicious steak anymore.” Camilla shook her head. She looked at Mag, who lay motionless on the ground and smiled sinisterly. “All we need to do is make him feel like a pervert through and through so that he would feel ashamed and that he is not fit for the pure and elegant Miss Gloria.”

“Then… what should we do?”

“Drag him away. Let’s change the location. It’s not too good to do such things outside.” Camilla’s smile became increasingly seductive. She turned and sashayed away.