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

The black arrow pierced through the door, leaving a hole as large as a human head. It was flying towards Lulu’s back, its rear end shaking, the arrowhead bright and sharp.

Huge as Lulu was, he was quick and nimble. He pushed himself into the air, grabbed Xixi by her arm, and pulled her up. The arrow went through his shirt, narrowly missed his back and her hand, and thudded deep into the counter, thrumming.

“Warning! Warning! We’re under a 7th-tier attack!” the system shouted. “The door is not able to hold!”

Mag froze for an instant when he heard the loud noise of his door breaking. He rushed out of the kitchen with his golden knife in hand and stepped in front of Amy. He was relieved when he saw she was all right. Then, he frowned at the arrow.

Amy was still sitting in the long-legged chair. She took a look at the arrow and stuck her head out from behind his back. “Bad guys have come looking for trouble again, Father?”

“Yes. Stay behind me. They’re very strong,” Mag said gravely. Maybe Amy can handle 3rd-tier enemies, but these guys are clearly much more powerful.

“This arrow could have killed me!” Mag said to the system.

“No. I had it under control. I adjusted the course of the arrow so that it didn’t hurt any customers, and I cleared up all the wood dust instantly so that it wouldn’t disturb the customers. You should be thanking me instead of yelling at me.”

Mag felt more reassured. Clearly the system won’t let me die, but it seems I have to upgrade the restaurant to reinforce its defense systems after all. Moreover, I have to do it as soon as possible.

Lulu held Xixi’s hand and landed back on the floor with his right arm around her waist. He looked toward the door, angry.

“They found us,” Xixi whispered, clenching her fist. Green lights arose from her and linked her with Lulu like a green band.

The people in the room suddenly realized they were in danger when they saw the hole in the door and the black arrow. Some shrieked, and many looked around, worried, wondering what was going on.

Some people got down under the tables, but most of them didn’t move.

Sally found herself standing slightly in front of Mag with a worried look in her eyes. “This arrow packed a lot of power. Come here, Miya,” she said.

She was a 7th-tier magic caster and a marksman. She was well aware how hard it was to kill two people with one arrow—and through a door too.

She didn’t feel any magic waves on the arrow, so she decided the archer had to be 7th-tier or above.

Sally didn’t want to risk blowing her cover if she could help it, but she didn’t want to see Mag, Amy, or Miya get hurt, either. Obviously they are not targeting us, so I should be able to protect them. If Amy’s or Mag’s life was in danger, I’m sure Urien would not just stand by. A blue light appeared around her fingers.

Yabemiya walked over to them, frightened. But, she stepped in front of Sally, holding the tray vertically before her. She mustered up her courage, and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

Sally was first surprised, and then touched. She knows she’s not strong, but she chose to protect her friends.

Urien was standing outside of his shop. He looked to the restaurant and nodded approvingly at Sally, his black robe inconspicuous in the dark night.

I haven’t seen werewolves for years, Urien thought. Is that old dog still alive?

The six hunters had pulled back their bows, their bodies glowing red. The air smelled of blood. They were still in their human forms, but their eyes burned with red.

…

“Brandli, what happened?” Novan asked in his carriage at the entrance of the Aden Square.

Brandli recognized Novan’s voice and reined up hard. “Principal Novan! A bunch of people are making trouble. They’re quite dangerous.”

“Where?” Krassu asked. He was in the same carriage.

“Mamy Restaurant, Lord Krassu.” He was in such a hurry because he knew that restaurant was not just any restaurant. He shuddered to think what Urien and Krassu would do if anything happened to Amy.

“To Mamy Restaurant!” Krassu urged, worried and angry.

Monkey knew it was not his place to speak, so he just led the way.

Two horses and a black carriage were running towards Mamy Restaurant.

…

“Come on out! Or the people here will suffer the same fate as the villagers 20 years ago!” Anselm called out. He tossed his bow aside and clenched his fist. Five 30-centimeter-long claws protruded from his knuckles, shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes burned red. The air had become cold.