'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Have you heard yet?My family is broken. "

Rosemary talks like a comfort as she prepares for work.

The Meghist told me a little about her family situation.

Her brother died early, and the family is freaking out.

But I don't feel comfortable agreeing to the expression that it's broken.

"How complicated is the family situation?"

"Yes, that's right. Your mother hasn't been back in the Mansion in years, and your father is busy traveling around like he's possessed.Even though the Demon King appeared, he didn't even show the appearance of returning to the Mansion. "

"That's...."

As a result, the fact that he had not even returned to a national emergency seemed to point to one reality.

Rosemary's father probably remains unsatisfied with even his royal kaiseki duties.

"Fortunately, I boast that my magical talent is the best in history.Well, I still couldn't get the chairman of the Magic Institute. "

"I can't say anything about that."

"Fufu. Well, that doesn't matter.The point is, even if the owner of the Meliastel family doesn't return, if I work for the owner, the house will remain in good standing.Now, I don't need my father's approval to do my family business. "

At that time, Rosemary was just facing away, so I couldn't see the look from behind her.

At least you can't feel simple pity or anger from that voice.

"And as for the royal family... there are even people who don't know this business in the first place, but they don't come out every time."

Is that what this is about?

I can't feel a lie in her words.

But when I think about it, I suddenly feel a feeling of loneliness on Rosemary's back.

"That's enough about me.You must prepare the cocktails necessary for the ceremony. "

As Rosemary said, she narrowed her consciousness down to a line of documents.

I reply to her words, and I turn again to Tris, who has remained largely silent since I came to this place.

"Apparently, it was my fault."

"Don't worry about it.That's not what happened. "

That's what Tris looked like, as usual, with a strange face.

Say something about this seal ritual that you don't like.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Yeah. Nothing."

"But I don't look like I'm doing anything."

"... that's all right. Yes, there's something I'd like to talk to you about once this ritual is over."

And as usual, Tris stopped talking.

He also sees what's going on with Elle (she?) kept her eyes closed and kept quiet with a smile on her face.

This child is full of things I don't know after all.However, it is clear that it is not a child in the way it looks.

Then looking for the old butler, who was supposed to be at the rear, he held his back by the door of the entrance of the room with his spine stretched.

"Mr. Meghist, is it okay to start preparing cocktails here?"

"Yes, if you need anything, please let me know."

Sweet words, I'll ask you to arrange a platform that's high enough to work (it's in the room I'm staying in) or water that can be used freely even in a room that doesn't have a tap.

However, it seemed clear that I would ask for such a thing, and I was ready to make a cocktail with little wait.

"Tris, what are you making?"

When I'm ready for work, I'll ask Tris, who's supposed to serve me a drink.

Tris was a little dissatisfied with my question.

"It's not a bartender's way of asking."

"Isn't there no business mode at this time of year for boulders?"

"Yes, but not really."

It's a place and timing that has absolutely nothing to do with my job, but it still seems that I would have preferred to be in sales mode as a Tris.

I coughed lightly and turned on the job switch in my head.

"So, what do you make?"

I asked again with a refreshing smile in mind.

Tris said after a while nodding, "Are you quite satisfied with the next response?"

"[Old Pal]"

It's a whisky-based cocktail I made on Tris when I first came to the world.

In that sense, it was full of memories, but I got a little worried and replied.

Are you sure? I didn't seem to like it very much. "

"That's why it's not good."

Is that what it is?

Sure, I feel like it's been a long time since then.If I drink it now, I may have a different impression than when I drank it before.

Perhaps it would be better to spend more time challenging on an annual basis, but that is where the customer's feelings are still paramount.

"Yes, sir."

After respectfully accepting the order, I try to remove the old potion of ingredients from the pouch as usual.

Rosemary waited there.

Wait, let me specify the ingredients.

"Designation?"

"I want it to be the Origin that you created in this world."

It's a sneaky way to call it.

I am no longer surprised that the story has been leaked so far.

In a narrow world, the generic name "Origin" refers to both me as the cocktail ancestor and the first fifth attribute potion I created.

The designation here is precisely that of the latter's origins.

"Is that absolutely necessary?"

"You should be more familiar with it.It's not absolute, but I want you to consider it. "

"If that's all you have to say."

This Origin is invaluable and memorable, even though it is still in stock in stores and White Oak labs.

Now that White Orc has finished his second potion, I usually only use your potion.

I don't think it's helpful to think so, but I originally had it for drinking.I don't intend to use it in such a small quantity that I refuse to use it in important situations.

I changed the ammunition I took out and decided to use Origin as a base.

Prepare all materials first.

Origin on the base, Campari and dry vermouth.

Simple ingredients, dark red and very beautiful, and the flavor chooses people.

And I'm sure it tastes different every age.

How does [Old Pal] feel like Tris today?

After spreading the material to the workbench, work quickly.

This [Old Pal] is a cocktail made with Steer.The glass also becomes a cocktail glass.

There is no freezer in this location, so focus on making a glass while adding about two pieces of prepared ice.

Mixing Glass - Fill a large beaker-like glass with ice to mix cocktails with steam, then fill the glass with water.

Steer once to cool the entire glass while taking the corners of the ice.

If you do too much, the temperature of the ice increases, and then to reduce the degree of completeness, the fingertip feeling of holding the glass is cut up with moderation, and the water inside is flushed into the waste bucket that was provided.

Now, here's the show.

Stop working on the mixing glass and discard the ice that was cooling the glass into the disposal bucket.

Such a moment.

I only saw Tris there once, waiting for the cocktail to finish.

That moment has a slight impact on me.

(Eh)

Speaking of tries, I used to enjoy watching cocktails when I was making them.

How about that?

At this time, I was desperately closing my eyes as if I were just praying for success in the future.

I almost asked what was going on.However, the work that I can do almost unconsciously, behind my consciousness, proceeds gently so as to leave my confusion behind.

This [Old Pal] ratio is 1: 1: 1.

Perhaps some of the origins of the names translated as "old friends" or "nostalgic friends" correspond to these reciprocal ratios of liquor.

Though I have an idea that there is no benefit, I can't stop my hand.Still, I feel angry at myself for not being able to concentrate.

All I have to do now is make the perfect cocktail.

Pour the ingredients evenly and measure all ingredients evenly 20 ml at a time, then work is packed.

Pinch the familiar bar spoon with your middle finger and ring finger and steer gently and quickly to rub the bottom of the mixing glass.

Each ingredient breaks down, overlaps, and mixes with each other in an icy ocean.

Separate ones turn into one cocktail.

Imagine the liquid, feel the temperature at your fingertips, and explore the moments when it rises.

No matter how many times you repeat it, you cannot mechanically push this moment into optimal operation.

Ice conditions, glass feel, room and liquid temperatures, and just a stack of error levels transform cocktails into unanswered questions.

So, one by one, face to face to find the answer.

Here it is.

I slowly stopped the stairs, wondering if the mixing glass would become slightly thin and frosty.

Remove the bar spoon, put strainer on the glass, and tuck it in.

Since there was no bar counter on the boulder, a cocktail glass was placed at a stable location on the workbench, as close to the tris as possible, and a flush of red liquid was poured out.

Beautiful at all times. A blend of whiskey amber and Campari's vibrant red cocktails brighten the glass against its bitter taste.

The slight gap between appearance and content, and the pleasure of this cocktail if you swallow it.

"Thank you for waiting.[Old Pal] ─ ─ "

When I speak, Tris opens his eyes.

It seems that it is written on the expression of whether it has already been done.

A strange chill runs. It's such a hunch that you shouldn't give it to me like this.

"Total?"

Tris looks strangely at me when she suddenly stops moving.

But I really aggressively revoked my words.

"I'm sorry, please let me rebuild it with a normal old."

I lowered the glass I was about to offer and asked Rosemary to do so.

"Why?"

"I have a strange chill.I feel like I shouldn't do this. "

It was an unfounded word that I said myself.

Tris in front of me also looked at me with a neat face.

Rosemary looked a little surprised and then dropped her shoulders as she told her to do it.

Then he smiled kindly and said:

"'No, I won't allow it. Give it to me immediately." "

And I couldn't, surprisingly, defy that word myself.

Unfortunately, ignoring my will, I offered [Old Pal] to Tris, who was about to lower his body.

What's going on?

I don't know what's going on.

As always, Tris received a complimentary [Old Pal] from me with a vague smile on his face, and drank it with one sip.

I don't feel like tasting it, it's a way of drinking that's not similar to her.

The ceremony was thus ready, and the magic team was engulfed in light.