You're up to something. These people.’

The grim reaper had a good sense.

Haru said that the more customers you see in the restaurant, the more you see people and the more you notice them.

Then, in the same logic, perhaps the grim reaper, throughout the underworld, could fit within five tactful fingers.

She had to see most of the dead and most of the dead.

Because most people couldn't take their own death in peace.

Good. I know Haru and Choi Hanseok are up to something.

And when I came into the restaurant, I saw the changed interior and atmosphere, and the rice soup came out out of the blue as a menu that I made for myself.

The grim reaper could even know what the day was up to.

Spice from the Lord of the Underworld. Call me a guest...I'll let you find your memory. That's it. By the way, a day is definitely young. It's reckless.'

And thank you for that plan.

It means that Haru or Choi Han-seok took care of him, took care of him, and tried to use his strength.

But she was not swayed by hope.

Because he was the first to die, and he was also a collector of people's reality. I knew the reality better than anyone else.

It's a simple logic. The Grim Reaper could be sure. It's impossible to get your memory back.

I remember the King of the Underworld taking it from me. You're going to get it back with spices from the Lord of the Underworld? It doesn't make sense. Spice is an indirect product anyway. The difference in power is too great.'

There were a few things that remained like debris in his memory that had almost disappeared.

Though I don't remember what it was or when and how he died.

But after he died, he met the King of the Underworld.

I certainly remember as much as she signed a contract to work as a grim reaper herself.

Yes, it was a contract taken by King Yeomra himself. It's not how you can bring up the spices she gave you.

The grim reaper truly thinks so.

'Still, it smells good. Haru is good at cooking. It looks delicious.'

It was so hard to refuse delicious food prepared in front of me.

Besides, you don't even know yourself.

Maybe it's because I've seen a lot of ghosts with light heart, recovering their memories with the help of Haru and Choi Han-seok.

I don't know if she also had a "maybe me" in her heart.

The grim reaper, who casually lifted his spoon, carefully took a bite of the soup.

I felt it was savory and savory. A heart-warming taste. That's always the case with a day's cooking.

Beyond simple taste, there was a feeling that warmed the soul.

That's why the Lord of the Underworld chose it.

'I knew it. There's nothing special about it.’

I tried a few more spoons just in case, but nothing changed.

Although he made this old style rice soup thinking that he was a Joseon-era person, unfortunately, the grim reaper had no memory of rice soup.

Just like the other ghosts have shown.

I remembered what I had forgotten, and I was expecting that things that I had forgotten in front of me would be played back or something like a little bit.

That did not happen.

Munching on the rice soup, she muttered in a small voice without realizing it.

"And the dried radish greens are too soft. What I ate before was a bit stronger for dried radish greens, and a bit more rice...….”

It wasn't until I said it out of my mouth that I realized it.What did I just say?’

The dried radish greens are soft? What did you think about what you ate before?

Something certain has not returned. But unconsciously, unconsciously, I thought so.

As if I had eaten similar food before.

He managed to control his facial expression by half instinct, but did he notice something strange?

I could feel Haru and Choi Han-seok's eyes twinkling, so the grim reaper opened his mouth with a small cough.

"Aren't you going to eat for a day?"

"Oh, I'm going to eat now. I cooked everything for the chef. Do you like rice soup?"

"Well, it's delicious. Honestly, I thought it was a bit out of the blue. But it's still really good. It's savory."

"Enjoy your meal and have dessert. I also made dessert.”

"……Dessert?"

"But you have a very valuable guest. Isn't it too much to give you a bowl of rice soup?"

The grim reaper was embarrassed.

Although only a little bit, it's really a day's cooking that something like a memory has returned.

But one day, there is one more left. Even after the rice soup, he said he had one more dessert to serve.

In addition

"I worked really hard on it. I don't know if the Grim Reaper will like it."

"……I see."

Looking at the look on the face of the day, the grim reaper could be sure.

'This is real. This is real.’

It wasn't gukbap that I was really aiming for rice soup.

I don't know what it is, but the dessert he'll bring afterwards will be a shot in the secret that the day has gone by.

I don't have much memory of returning to rice soup. It's very small enough to say a picture.

But even so. Now that you've made up your mind about what to do, isn't it right to tell you?

After thinking, the grim reaper quickly emptied the rice soup earthen pot. Then slowly opened his mouth.

"Since you cooked me such a delicious food, I'll tell you an interesting story.”

Oh, that's the story of the underworld? That's unique.

"If you don't want to hear it, drink it."

"No way. I'm curious. What is it?"

A tiny fragment of memory that came to mind thanks to a day.

It was a very small moment, not even a situation.

Still, the fact that it came to mind was a memorable moment for the grim reaper.

"The gukbap they used to sell at the tavern."

"Yes, yes. What about rice soup?"

"In fact, most of them were dog meat, not chicken, beef, pork?”

"……Huh?!"

One day, I almost spit out my true food.

The grim reaper smiled as if he had been beaten.

* * *

"Will you let me go?”

"What do you mean, let go?”

"Your whole life. Did he say the Grim Reaper?"

The god of the underworld.

As always, Hela, who was rummaging through various documents, alluded to Yeom-ra.

These days, the two meet more often.

We've seen each other often as friends before, but if we were just chatting like other friends back then.

Now there are a lot of more direct and business stories.

For example, big issues such as how to run the underworld in the future.

And today's topic was, a little peculiarly, the grim reaper.

When asked by Hella, the King of the Underworld snorted as if it was natural.

"I never caught the underworld, never let him go, never told him to obey me. I'm here because the underworld wants me to, and the underworld has been helping me with my work. It's up to him to go.”

"Look at the way he talks about. It's wicked!""Hella, would you do as much as you do?”

"Well, that's good to know. Because I don't think you have much lingering feelings. I don't think I can work without our reaper. I guess that's not it?”

Hella used to grind Ripper to death, but this is how it is when he's gone.

All the beings in charge of the affairs of the underworld have great power, but they are one of themselves, so they need someone to deal with the details.

Just as the grim reaper exists for the underworld king and the reaper for Hella.

So even though the servant meant so much to the beings, perhaps something that could not be lost.

"You'll never find a servant as capable as the underworld.”

"And you're just letting me go?"

"Because I didn't bring him here. I have no right to catch the underworld. Of course... the underworld must be determined to go back."

"It won't be easy."

"You don't know because it's been a day. He's the only one who can connect the underworld with the underworld. I'll just wait and see what happens.”

The king of the underworld did not want to have any lingering feelings for the grim reaper.

"As the underworld came to me in person, I can't catch him walking on his own.

"That's like you, underworld."

"Then it's a compliment. Hella."

Suddenly I felt like drinking tea.

After putting things away from work for a while, I had Hela's servant bring me a cup of tea.

Not long after, Ripper brought two cups of warm black tea.

Of course, I got stuck in my head saying that I didn't like the temperature, but I just moved on because it was a normal scene.

Slurp, and a cup of tea reminded me of the old days.

Unlike the grim reaper. Because they couldn't forget their memories. It was very vivid.

"Now that you're at it, just tell me. How the underworld met."

"As I said, I didn't visit you, he did."

"So how did you get here?" I don't think we can find human beings. Besides, I don't know where you are."

"When the underworld was gone, I went around collecting people's souls. I and the underworld met just before his death. It's been hundreds of years."

There was a time when the grim reaper was also human.

Feeling the mushy scent of black tea, Yeom-ra, who closed her eyes, recalled a scene.

Late in the morning when the moon glistens. At the most popular tavern in Kaesong.

King Yeomra, who was tired of collecting people's souls until late, wanted to rest while eating a meal with a human body for a while while while the gate was open.

The inn in the center of Kaesong was crowded with people day and night, and Agung kept boiling day and night.

Because I was able to receive customers even at such a late hour.

Besides, I wanted to eat vegetables for some reason. Maybe it was because the recording was brilliant in spring.

Is this place not accepting guests?

Perhaps because it was late, I came into the inn, but no one greeted me.

I was just about to go back to King Yeomra, who was a bit awkward thinking if the master was sleeping.

Squeak, and. A door with a windowpane opened with a slightly gruesome sound.

A young but mature-looking girl, not a mastermind.

He asked, looking directly into the eyes of the underworld."Do you want me to feed you?"

"Bob? Oh, yeah."

"Now it's only rice soup. This is the only thing I cooked. The vegetables and kimchi all went out in the morning.”

"Well, I wanted to eat herbs. Can't you do it?”

The underworld, which had been agonizing for a while, stuck out some of the coins.

A wide-eyed girl hesitated and stole a postcard from Yeom-ra's hand.

"Wait a minute. I'll season it for you."

"Do you know how to cook?”

"My mother is the owner of this inn.”

Roll up your sleeves, and start cooking.