 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

Mag didn't care who the hell the Holy Spirit was. He only knew that anyone who attempted to take Amy away from him was no good.

Furthermore, he had never quite liked religion-related con artists. It was fine when Amy liked that pair of wings in Rodu. However, if the Holy See wanted to use that as a threat, and made Amy go to Rodu to be whatever holy maiden, he wasn't going to take that lying down.

As for the so-called pontiff, Mag didn't believe that Andre would let a half-elf become the pope, and make generations of royals kneel under her feet when they ascended the throne.

"Mr. Mag, we don't mean any harm. This is the letter written to you personally by the pope." Seely also got up, retrieved a letter from his space magic ring, and passed it to Mag.

Don't Doubt This System's Professionalism