'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"That's right, already."

"Hmm? Is that good?"

"... yeah"

Saying, Sui let go of the hand that was connected. I guess it's embarrassing to be holding hands all the time because it's becoming a place with a lot of people.

I don't have anything to say there, even though I feel sorry for myself.

The current location is the entrance to the market in this city. Apparently, the Japanese woman buys daily necessities, ingredients, and so on here.

"Well, from what I've heard, they're coming around noon, so I think it's just in time."

"Well, let's split up and find it"

"Okay."

I'm going to take Sui's proposal and look for this whole market in two hands.

"Whether you find it or not, I'll see you at this entrance in half an hour"

Sui nodded cocklessly at my words, and I stepped to the right, Sui to the left, into a market that was like the eyes of an Acer board.

"Look again, it's a lot of size"

I once again shared my thoughts with the market that I use many times a month.

Above all, I admire the size of it. I have no connection to a metaphor for a few Tokyo domes or anything, but I still think it would be more than one minute wide.

I used to be concerned about the freshness of the fresh foods lined up. From what I've heard, apparently, there's a magician in the luggage carried by the merchant who does the magic for it.

The anticorruption magic, the frozen magic, and so on seem to have a variety of methods.

If you hear that, it's a story that both the city and the seafood line up in this unseen part of the ocean, well, you can snort.

"That doesn't mean there's that many rare things lined up,"

I understood that the freshness problem during transport was not that great.

But even then, there is no difference in the cost of long-distance transport.

That is why, given the means of transport in this world, it is risky to take days to bring specialities from afar. Beings like demons and bandits can never be ignored.

So this market doesn't often have a line of crops that are southerly fruits, cold specialties, or from afar.

Yeah, not much.

"Oh, this is...!

I said I was in the middle of a search, but I stopped looking at one of them. There was a line of food I saw in front of me.

"Oh, brother. Your eyes are high. You know what this guy is?

Slightly thin-headed, carefree middle-aged shopkeeper took the bottle I was concerned about.

Packed in a bottle are small, wrinkly fruits.

Its fruit is actually colored by red purple suds, resulting in a dazzling bright red hue in the eyes.

"Yeah. This is plum, right?

"Yes, yes! Japon, far from here, is a national specialty. I bought it because I think I like the little lady with the edge."

"Really?

"Hmm? Rumor."

When I admired the Japanese elements I hadn't noticed before, the shopkeeper shifted my gaze further backwards.

When they caught me and I looked back, there was a young woman in a shallow kimono there.

When a woman notices my gaze, she bows her head in a peck.

I felt something I missed.

"Excuse me. I need you to grab some heavy baggage"

The woman who was leading us said in such a sorry voice.

I said no, I gave it back gently and then let him lift the luggage in his hand gently.

Among them are the eggs and processed meats she purchased, as well as seasonings.

"Because this is what men do. And Megli has been guided, and thanks to you."

"That's a little easy for you to say,"

Hehe, with a soft grin, the Japanese woman laughed.

That innocent smile was obvious to me, of course, to captivate even the same-sex Sui.

"But I didn't expect to see my hometown in this city,"

The Japanese woman gives a really happy voice as she walks off the road from the city.

I comfort myself there, feeling somewhat backward, that I'm not so wrong.

Sui walking next to me stared at me with a slightly sharp eye, knowing what was in my heart.

When I told her the situation in front of the outdoor store where I met her, the woman bought me a guide to the craftsman.

I had a little time to meet Sui, so I decided to help her shop, and then I went ahead and talked to her.

The woman's name was' Megli Sirayuri ', she said.

Shortly after I heard that name, I was like, "In kanji, how do you write it? 'He was asking.

Upon that question, Mr. Megri, while looking surprised, told me.

"White Lily Tour," he said.

After I heard that much, I named my name, "Total Evening Mist".

Naturally, she mistook my origins.

Actually, I wasn't given the time to excuse myself for coming from another world altogether. Well, it'll be a good story, and it'll be just fine.

Then we rendezvous with Sui, and we follow her guidance, gradually moving away from the center of the city.

"But it's unusual to do business with your husband."

At the end of her brief introduction to Sui, the Japanese woman gives a puzzling look.

"Really? As a glassmaker in this city, I think it's rare."

"Yeah. That's right. So glass crafts are underrated in this city. My husband always mourns not being satisfied with the request."

"Oh, is that what you mean"

Indeed, glass craftsmanship does not look so common in this world.

Culture itself does exist, but supplies that still look at the usefulness of glass (e.g. window glass) seem to be the glass sought by ordinary people.

In a civilization to the extent that inexpensive glass molding methods have been established and, thereby, bottles, glasses and the like have become popular, glass craftsmanship is still an expensive hobby, I guess.

That is the time when new techniques may need to wait a while longer to become developed and familiar to ordinary people as art.

Maybe the neighborhood will magically develop into a flying one, but I'm not an expert, so I don't have the head to discuss it.

"But what we want you to make, when it comes to art, may be, but you're going to be a daily necessity."

"Huh. What was that?" Cocktail Glass "?

By the time you first showed me, I told you so lightly.

What profession am I in and what kind of glass do you want?

But Megli, without much scratch, smiled and bought me a guide.

"Yes. I want you to make the glass that best fits the drink I make called 'Cocktail'. Will it be all right?

So I was asking for a little confirmation.

I'm going to ask for daily necessities, not crafts, but I was wondering if it's okay.

Again, Mr. Megli puts his hand on his mouth and tries to think.

"... sure, it could be a bit of a hassle"

To that serious voice, I keep asking terribly.

"After all, does pride not allow you to make daily necessities or something?

"No, rather, our household is a fire train, so I'll never let you tell me that joke. The problem is somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?

I thought I caught a glimpse of one end of the Hierarchy in the workshop, but leave it and I'll pursue it.

Mr. Megli stared straight at me and said hello.

"Sir, it's a favorite request, so I'm afraid I'm going to make a hell of a run for it without asking you to be honest."

"... eh?

"I might say something nasty. Please say" no "and raise it."

I mean, ignore their opinions and do everything you can to get me through?

I remember a little anxiety about whether it would be okay to do that to an artisan opponent, but I honestly decided to nod.

A modest voice came from next to me as I was causing the craftsmen I hadn't seen to have various thoughts.

"I'm a little concerned,"

"Yes?"

Sui, who was basically not in the conversation, was speaking to Megri in the way he had decided to.

Suddenly, I don't move, I keep my eye on her.

Sui looked just a little nervous, making it hard to hear, but said it.

"Well, Mr. Megli, how old are you?

"... oh"

Ms. Megri leaked her voice as she tried to hide her slightly open mouth with her hands.

But I did want to ask you a few questions, too.

In this world, and especially in this city, the faces of Asian descent stand out only a little. Nevertheless, facial modeling is not single either, as it is a world where beasts are present or hair is colorful.

A slightly unusual face, is it a degree of recognition?

And even in modern times, it's hard for a woman to determine her age just by her face.

That's why this Megri looks like a teenager if you only look at her face, or a twenty if you add the atmosphere.

Even me of the same Asian descent (I don't know if I have Asia) is like this, so I guess Sui has no idea how old she is.

Maybe he didn't come into the conversation because he couldn't figure out what tone to deal with.

"How many do I look?

That's what Megli asked me to do, try me and Sui.

And narrow your eyes thinly and wait for our words.

"What do you think, Mr. Evening Mist?

Did you even go after him for me?

It is the so-called troublesome question.

But I'm not lost. It's up to me to figure out how to answer when this happens.

You're only twenty years old.

"Oh? Why?

Come on, here we are.

It's okay. It's at times like this that the mouth tips you've been cultivating will be tested.

"Mr. Megli is so young and adorable that he's going to inadvertently answer as a teenager. But I don't even think I'm that young because the atmosphere that wraps it around is so grown-up and attractive. So I took a break, and I was like twenty years old."

"Hehe, I'm glad to hear it. Do you look that young?

To my answer, Mr. Megli narrowed his eyes and laughed.

All right, we got through this.

It's okay, in my previous experience, there's a minority of women who get angry when they say they're twenty.

If you are a woman under twenty, you often feel better by being told you look like an adult. This age wants to stretch out unexpectedly, so that's fine. Well, I'm basically not under twenty for a female guest coming to the bar.

Just about a woman is surprised and happy to be honestly guessed. You take a good look at me, it pleases me quite normally.

It makes me feel good that if you're a woman a little over twenty, you still look that young. Note, however, that mistakes in praise can result in a painful failure.

If you're a woman who obviously doesn't look twenty, even though you know it's a joke, she'll ride you. It takes a sweet shape to the breadth of an adult woman's nose.

Conclusion.

If they ask you how old a woman is, you are more or less right to say twenty.

"So, what about Mr. Vermut?

He looks next to me in the gutsy pose on the inside, Mr. Megli said.

Sui stared at Mr. Megri and told him modestly.

"About twenty-eight."

"Oh, why?

"... somehow?

Sui said that especially unfounded.

I'm gonna put a whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Sui. No matter how much, this guy won't look twenty-eight"

"... right?

But Suey seemed to have nothing in her statement that seemed particularly strange to her.

I do not know the age of a woman. But with this look on the boulder, its age is......

"The correct answer is Mr. Suey. I'm twenty-eight this year."

"... to?

"... yeah"

That combination of answers made me sound confused, and Sui looked a little doozy at me.

I'll compare Sui and Megri's faces alternately for once.

Why? Even if these two are in line, they're the same age or just about one thing different.

"Although I was very pleased with Mr. Evening Mist's answer. I wonder what it is. You're going to feel a little down. Like," I want to be liked here at all. "

"… refine"

"But it's true that I was happy. Hehe, I don't feel bad about being told I'm twenty."

Mr. Megli smiled at me and I bowed my head a little.

After all, a woman is something I don't understand.

"Total, I won, so it's forbidden to say allowances or gradually twenty years old at the store for a while"

"Hey, why not, owner"

"Think of your growth, bartender."

That said, Sui walks out in a slightly more upbeat mood.

Indeed, flushing that question with thought-stopping could be an obstacle to my growth.

Nevertheless, would it make you seem so happy? Is there also any dissatisfaction with getting female customers in the mood that way?

After all, a woman is something that I don't really understand.

I probably won't understand for the rest of my life.