Upon arriving at the grand diner, Emrys was immediately struck by its opulent facade, a testament to the wealth and sophistication of the era. The building stood tall and imposing, its architecture adorned with intricate carvings and embellishments that spoke of a bygone elegance. The large entrance beckoned patrons with its ornate double doors, flanked by grand pillars that seemed to reach for the sky.
As Emrys approached, he couldn't help but marvel at the bustling scene outside the diner. A crowd of well-dressed people gathered near the entrance, their eager chatter mingling with the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversation. The aroma of freshly prepared food wafted through the air, tantalizing the senses and adding to the allure of the establishment.
The grandeur of the diner was further enhanced by the sight of finely dressed waiters and servers moving gracefully among the tables, attending to the needs of the diners with precision and efficiency. The interior, glimpsed through the open doors, exuded an air of sophistication, with plush velvet drapes framing tall windows that allowed soft, golden sunlight to filter into the dining area.
Emrys took a moment to absorb the scene before him, appreciating the attention to detail in every aspect of the diner's design
Time to start working!
Emrys tried to push through the crowd of people as they tried getting in, he fell to the ground at first because they kept pushing each other. However, he retaliated and pushed them back to get in.
No hard feelings!
He’d go inside the kitchen with the crowd of people sitting at all the tables, he wanted to get a head start on most of the tables before anybody else.
Emrys, upon entering the kitchen noticed that he was missing something vital.
Shit! My briefcase!
He couldn’t care less at this point because if he could properly serve these people he could get some extra pounds.
He’d observe the tables trying to seek out who to get first since he didn’t want to come across any soldiers let alone masters who were quite rare at this time.
「Masters, also known as Army Generals were people with high power and wisdom who had the power to determine actions within the sanctuaries of Vernalia. However, rumors say that masters were also people with strength from the beyond… 」
He noticed that there were many soldiers today, his expression was overwhelmed as he was fearful that some may know him.
He did see an old woman, sitting all by herself at a table, wearing fancy clothes. She was raising a hand for a server.
Emrys ran to the woman before anyone else could, he passed through most tables who were already in the ordering stages.
His sprint came to a halt as another server already come to her. The restaurant was a very competitive place to be in as many people are striving to rank up and get money to eventually get rich.
Blimey!
Emrys, seeing the scene thought he had no chance against these servers who were lightning fast, He’d adjust his bow tie as he started to sweat under the bright lights.
I wish Smith made me a head waiter so I could boss around these people!
Emrys soon was frustrated because time was already flying by and he didn’t get a single person to serve. He did see a soldier who was waiting for a waiter…
…
“Remember Emrys, never interact with a soldier unless you have to,” Smith ordered young Emrys.
“Yes sir!” Emrys said in a respectable tone.
“Do you like your new black hair?” Smith chuckled as he asked, patting his head.
“I don’t know yet… but I’ll adjust to it soon enough!”
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Emrys would recall the memory, almost forgetting that reality existed.
Just for this one day… I’ll go serve a soldier!
He walked cautiously, his hands started to shake because he was disobeying Smith’s orders and putting himself at risk of getting caught.
“Hello, sir! How may I help you on this fine day?”
The soldier's face twisted in irritation. His brown long hair swayed as he put on a commanding demeanor. With an air of disregard, he discarded his armor onto the floor, showing no concern for whether anyone would claim or care for it.
“I’ll have the special buttery fish stew, oh, and tell the head chef to cook the meal for me, not some lowly human.”
“Of course sir, I’ll get that for you! Would you like any beverages?-”
Emrys got cut off by the soldier, as he started to speak.
“I’d like twenty bottles of beer.” He said in a commanding voice as his sharp eyes gazed at Emrys.
“Of course! Of course! I’ll get that right away for you sir!” Emrys hurried over to the kitchen to give the order to their head chef, Louis Hendrickson, but he’d soon be disappointed that he wasn’t here today.
Shit! Shit! He’s not here today!?
“Anybody here? I have an order!” Emrys screamed in the panicking kitchen, but they all looked at him for just a second and went back to working.
“It's from a soldier!” Their panicking came to a halt as everyone tried to get the soldiers' orders.
「The soldiers were very preferable people to serve, however they were also very bad if you gave them horrible food. A soldier's praise gives someone the authority to climb up the ranks quicker and if someone were to mess up the soldier would give them so much negative attention that their whole life could be destroyed in an instant. 」
Everyone came up to Emrys to get the order, however Emrys knew someone who was almost at equal footing with the head chef.
“Damien!” He screamed out.
“What is it?” Damien asked from the kitchen, unironically not caring about what Emrys wanted.
“Take this order, you're the only person I know who can create a meal for this soldier.”
“Yeah sure, whatever.”
Damien Shneider was a cook who was said to be on par with Louis in their respective skills. Damien was a much more skillful person when it came to the technique of making the food while Louis was a master at speed and consistency of the food.
Everyone would put their gaze upon Damien as he started to cook. The cooks said that he had this ominous aura when he cooked for some strange reason.
Emrys was sure enough that Damien could get the job done, but now he had to bring twenty whole bottles of beers within the time of Damien being finished with the stew and the soldier getting mad.
He’d go up to the beers and to his surprise there weren’t as many people there as he expected to be.
THERE'S NO BEERS!?
Emrys' heart raced with panic as he frantically scanned the tables, his eyes darting from one unopened beer bottle to another. His mind raced with the urgency of the situation, knowing that time was ticking away. With his sharp observational skills, he quickly spotted at least 30 unopened beers scattered among the tables. Each bottle represented a precious opportunity, and he knew that if he acted swiftly and stealthily, he could secure them all before anyone noticed. The adrenaline surged through him as he formulated a plan, his hands trembling with a mix of anxiety and excitement at the prospect of acquiring the much-needed beers.
He created a 3 step diversion plan to get the bottles of beers:
1. Wait until the people are misdirected or misdirect them.
2. Replace the beer bottle with something else ( Empty beer bottles in the garbage )
3. Give the bottles to the soldier.
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After a few minutes and a few backtalks later, Emrys finally got the twenty bottles of beer the soldier demanded.
"You're late!" The soldier's voice boomed across the busy restaurant, cutting through the chatter of diners like a thunderclap. All eyes turned towards Emrys as the soldier's piercing gaze locked onto him. The tension in the air was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on Emrys as he stood before the irate soldier.
"Never have I ever witnessed a server this late, even when serving drinks!" The soldier's words reverberated through the room, each syllable laced with fury and authority. Emrys felt a knot tighten in his stomach, the gravity of the soldier's displeasure weighing heavily on him.
The soldier's face contorted with irritation, lines of frustration etched deeply into his wrinkled features. His imposing figure loomed over Emrys, filling the space with an intimidating presence that sent a shiver down Emrys' spine.
"If the food is slightly bad, you're going to be the one I blame!" The soldier's voice rose to a commanding roar, his words carrying the weight of consequence. Emrys could feel the pressure mounting, the threat of blame hanging over him like a dark cloud.
"Now scram!" The soldier's final command cut through the air like a sharp blade, leaving no room for argument or delay. Emrys swallowed hard, his nerves on edge as he turned to fulfill the soldier's orders.
I hate soldiers.