What is this 'Dimensional Chat' ?

Chapter 41. Hero of Kindness Mascot

The morning sun filtered through the windows of the mansion as the scent of spices and savory aromas wafted through the air. Valiana groggily woke up, stretching her arms with a satisfied smile. The events of the previous night replayed briefly in her mind, and she couldn't help but blush.

"Morning already..." she mumbled, noticing the empty spot beside her in bed.

Kiyohime, still wrapped in a blanket, opened her eyes and smiled softly. "Ara, it seems Danna-sama is already up."

Valiana's nose twitched as the scent from the kitchen hit her. "Wait... is that food? He’s cooking?"

Curiosity piqued, the two made their way to the dining area, where they found Satria busy in the kitchen. He was moving with precision and confidence, skillfully plating dishes.

Valiana blinked in surprise. "You... You can cook?!"

Satria glanced at her with a smirk. "Morning, princess. Surprised?"

"Very," she admitted, crossing her arms. "I didn’t think someone like you—"

"Someone like me?" Satria interrupted with a mock offense. "Don’t judge a book by its cover."

Kiyohime chuckled softly, sitting gracefully at the table. "Ara, Danna-sama always has surprises up his sleeve. What is this delicious-looking feast, Danna-sama?"

"It’s Nasi Padang," Satria said with pride. "Authentic cuisine from my homeland."

Valiana tilted her head as she sat down. "Nasi Padang? What’s that?"

"It’s a traditional dish from Indonesia," Satria explained as he served them.

Valiana paused mid-bite, her fork hovering over her plate. "Indonesia?" she repeated, confused. "Where’s that? I’ve never heard of it."

The room fell silent for a moment. Satria sighed, setting down his utensils. "That’s because Indonesia doesn’t exist in this world."

Valiana blinked. "What do you mean?"

Kiyohime interjected, her voice calm and soothing. "Danna-sama isn’t from this world. He’s a reincarnated person from another one."

Valiana froze, her eyes wide. "What?!"

Satria leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "It’s true. In my previous life, I was from different Earth—a world where places like Indonesia exist. When I died, I was given a second chance at life here."

Valiana stared at him, trying to process the revelation. "Wait... so you’re saying... you’re not originally from this world at all? You’re an outsider?"

Satria nodded. "Exactly. I’ve been given a new life, new powers, and new people to care for. But I still carry memories of my past life—my homeland, my culture, and the things I left behind."

Kiyohime reached out, placing a comforting hand on Valiana’s. "It doesn’t change who he is now, Valiana. He’s still our beloved Satria, no matter where he came from."

Valiana looked at Satria, her expression softening as the initial shock wore off. "That’s... a lot to take in," she admitted. Then, with a sly grin, she added, "But it makes sense why you’re so weird sometimes."

Satria laughed, shaking his head. "Weird? Says the dragon princess who loves picking a fight with stranger."

As they settled at the dining table, Satria proudly presented five dishes he had prepared for breakfast. The plates were filled with vibrant, flavorful dishes, each carrying the distinct aroma of Indonesian cuisine.