 Whispering Jianghu

In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Henyee Translations

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

Evan threw up a mouthful of blood. His chest caved in, and his face paled with agony. However, his eyes were filled with horror and incomprehension as he stared at the Ironhide Bull. The wall of ice had managed to easily stop it before; why did it suddenly become so brittle? Could it be… that the little brat actually did help him fortify the wall? Evan was struck by a sense of absurdity as that thought occurred to him.

The Ironhide Bull clearly had no intention of letting them go after sending them flying. It began to charge toward them again, yet both of them were too severely wounded to move, and could only await their deaths.

Eva stretched out her arm and crawled toward Evan. If she could die beside Master Evan, death didn't seem too bad.

Not a Single Drop of Blood