'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Technology that makes expensive potions unbeatable, even for inexpensive potions.

The fifteen-minute magic that occurs by mixing the potion on which it is based with other ingredients.

And most importantly, a number of recipes based on the idea of potion itself as alcohol and enjoyed as a preference.

A new kind of beverage, born in this world.

Krabel was eager to hear the explanation.

I didn't know if it was a simple curiosity or if I saw it as a business opportunity.

"I see. I did hear about this year's 'Potion Review'. I thought it was a name I heard somewhere, but" Sui's Potion Shop "... you did."

After receiving a light explanation, Cravel muttered to recall from the back of his head. I'm snorting as I try to review the smudges and menus.

Has this year's 'Potion Quality Review' come up quite a bit among other industries?

"Most importantly, I was paying attention to" White Oak "technology."

"White Oak" is the potion shop that won the Best Award at this year's review.

Potions in this world are technically different from Earth's distilled liquor. One of the differences seems to be that long-term storage in a barrel, which is an organic object, causes its magical suitability and reaction to reduce its effects.

So what they came out with was a method of storing and transforming potions without adverse effects by packing them in barrels under certain conditions.

In other words, we have created a way for barrel maturation to occur for potions that are not supposed to exist.

"Did you care more about aging techniques?

"Aging...? Oh, speaking of which, conveniently, you had that name on you. Our focus is to increase the efficiency of transporting potions."

"Oh, I see."

For humans in this world, it seems more important to be able to carry by barrel than to mature.

But right. Especially if you're a person doing business in a distribution relationship, are you more concerned about that?

While I was convinced by my heart, I felt a little sluggish.

In this world, it became clear that cocktails were still of this magnitude as a human interest outside potion shops.

"But is it a cocktail..."

Looks like Cravel is looking around the store once now.

"It's hard to believe, but I guess it's more true than being duly acclaimed like this"

Whether at the table or at the counter, everyone in this store has a drink of thought.

Each and every one of them is familiar only in this store.

This is my closeness. As a result of roughly a few months of hard work.

Look at that, I think.

Now I still have no choice. But eventually, he said he was going to spread this sight to the world.

"Sorry for not studying"

I'm sure he hasn't changed his expression, but Cravel bowed his head in regret.

It's as if my heart's mourning and grinding have been passed on as it were.

"No. Even this one, I didn't think there was enough effort yet."

"Nevertheless, it is understudied that I was a no-mark to you until I got to this city. As long as I know, I need to get out of here at this hour, etc..."

"... get out?

"Oh, no. This is the story."

Now you hear a disturbing word.

Or just a little while ago, you look just like this silver-haired beauty.

"Mr. Cravel. Excuse me, may I ask you one question?

"Yes, what is it?

"Mr. Cravel, I don't think you've come to this city alone, but who's with you?

"... wouldn't you be putting me down by now and even looking at the moon"

After all, this kid is quite the self-centered type, isn't he?

I wondered why at this hour, but apparently something went wrong and he came out.

He was also running away from the Knights when we met during the day, and maybe it's a better circumstance not to step into something.

"What do you think, Mother?

"I like the look on your face. And then it's compatible with your body, but for now, it's up to you to pinch and then decide, isn't it? Tell Phil too. No, I can taste it myself."

"... Um... not really. More personality, upbringing, households..."

"Surely there are some people who are so loud about the species. Well, if you're going to give birth well, you can be a vampire. We really don't have any grandchildren, but we don't have any mistresses."

"Please, don't make the vampire image worse. Mother, do not do anything."

".................. Ugh. I know, I know."

"You have no idea, do you?

Let's put aside the hissohisso stories you hear from behind my back. I don't even want to go into this situation.

And Sally, leave him alone and work. It's a waste of time.

"In the meantime, no matter what the circumstances, because I'm a customer while I'm sitting at the counter drinking. If you enjoy."

"Hehe, I'll let you do that. Yeah."

I don't want to talk about business.

I'm standing on the counter now, let's hope the two of us work.

Please, let her enjoy herself as much as possible.

"What do you say? Are you enjoying yourself?

"Dear Phil!

A little later, when Phil came to Cravel again, Cravel responded with a different voice than when he was talking to me.

Normally I am calm, but obviously I have one or two high tones.

Phil is taking a step back in the way she's just getting up and about again.

"Of course it's fun. Just watching Master Phil work is more heartwarming than I am watching any kind of play"

"... er. Nothing. I usually do my job, you know, just doing it."

"Every single flowing movement of that trick strokes my heart like a breeze,"

Cravel with her eyes inadvertently narrowing.

I told him to disconnect me from the business talks and now, but when I'm so completely disconnected, I'm impressed the other way around.

On the contrary, Phil's attitude toward his waist is not impressive as a bartender.

If one customer is being tazzy, the other customers will not be shown.

At least because only experienced people can teach new ways to enjoy the bar.

"Come on, lady, that's still sweet, huh?

"... Yes?

Speaking to her like that was one of a group of middle-aged men that Isotma had been talking to earlier.

They basically drink cheerfully even when Isotoma is gone, but they've been paying attention here since Cravel showed up.

All but Cravel are not new customers, and I guess I'm more concerned about Phil and Cravel interactions than that.

It bothers me a little that the women who pay the same attention look uninteresting.

"What do you mean it's still sweet?

"Sure, Phil's a beautiful guy, but hey, the coolest thing about this guy is when he's making cocktails, right?

"Oh, no! I'm not cool..."

Praised by a middle-aged man in teasing half, Phil shrinks his shoulders slightly frightened.

In that case, I should just say thank you......

"... cocktails"

Krabel shrugged to bite the words she had just learned.

Just a little, I feel a stiff look on my face.

But putting her down like that, the middle-aged man continued his words.

"Because of that! Phil, make him something. It's my luxury."

"Uh, hey."

Phil looked at Cravel as he panicked a little.

What she has ordered so far is easy to understand.

Coke. Ginger ale. Tonic water or soda.

I used to drink the carbonated drinks lined up in our house to try them out. Incidentally, a soft drink is half the price of a cocktail for a piece of copper coin - 500 yen if I convert it.

When I thought about her purpose, I didn't care because it wasn't that strange.

But.

"All of a sudden, you're confused even when you say it. Hey, Mr. Cravel."

…………

"Mr. Cravel?

"Huh? Oh, the..."

When Phil asked, Cravel let her gaze swim like she was in trouble.

I don't know how to do that, but Phil seems to have noticed it, not just me.

This girl probably has little experience drinking, he said.

It is not something that can be inferred from age. No matter how adults in this world are fifteen, as soon as they pass adulthood, people will not be able to enjoy alcohol.

Apart from their age, there are people who cannot drink alcohol because of their physical fitness and so on.

Even in potions in this world, there seems to be something out there that doesn't fit her physique, and she didn't come here for alcohol in the first place.

There was nothing strange about her being oblivious to alcohol.

"It's okay. For example, a cocktail called [Cinderella] …"

To the girl she's afraid of, Phil tries and suggests with a gentle look on her face.

[Cinderella] is also the epitome of a non-alcoholic cocktail.

The ingredients are orange juice, pineapple juice, and lemon juice.

Pour 20 ml of those ingredients into the shaker and shake, then pour into a cocktail glass to complete.

Exactly the refreshing sweetness of mixed juice, combined with the mellowness made of shakes, is easy to drink. And by being made of shakes, you can also enjoy the atmosphere of the bar.

"So I'd love to..."

The middle-aged man's voice overlapped at a time when Phil finished his narrative lightly with a whisper.

"What is it, miss? You're still a kid, so are you sober?

"Become!?

It was a greedy care of a noten-keen middle-aged man.

"Well, you have no choice! Fine, fine, have some juice and go home!

It was a cravel that my heart was leaning towards Phil's explanation, but that would mean I couldn't honestly back down when they said that.

"Beh, I'm not saying I can't drink anything! Even if I look like this, I can tell the difference in coffee this year!

"Well, it's a cravel..."

"Come on, Master Phil! Whatever cocktail you want!

Hmm, and a cravel with a rough nose and an old man who gets in a good mood when he says "well said".

At a time when customers are taking the lead, Phil is sorry again, no more.

But whatever, the order is also the bartender's worst.

Because if anything is really good, it can't be like that all the time.

"Then at least just the direction"

"Phil thinks it's the best grown-up cocktail I've ever had."

It was a much wider direction.

What's more, I really don't think we should make it in that direction.

"... the"

And Phil looked at me like I was in trouble.

I sighed at it and shook my head.

Phil thought I'd let him go or gave him a lightly shocked look.

But it's not.

You're not, Phil.

Who do you think you're working with today?

"First Phil, stay on this!

"Ha ha!?

It was when Phil opened his mouth a few times without words.

Soon, Sally was pouring 'Tayla' into Phil's mouth as much as she wanted when she grabbed the shot glass of 'Tayla' that was in front of me unconstitutionally.

Sally doesn't allow herself to spit it out and won't let the glass go until Phil swallows it.

There is a confusing breeze in the store where there was nothing I could do about it until just now.

After a while, Phil, who drank the liquid, glared at Sally as he coughed up the geese.

"Hey, what are you doing, Sally!?

"Wake up because you still looked asleep."

Phil goes in and Sally answers snugly.

It is one of the good sights of this store.

If there's one of those teasing humans out there, it's totally the usual sight.

But those who tease them all the time are not there today.

"You, it's better to drink, so you woke up, right? Then Hola, think for yourself"

"Sally... No, you're right"

Phil, who at first had a blaming eye on Sally, but the color of his eyes just changed.

I know what you mean, hidden in Sally's actions.

Phil turns his head when he drinks. Losing extra shame is better able to make precise moves.

Still, it's fast to get drunk. Still, Sally's actions made sense.

Phil is not so dull as to not notice that.

Yes. You can rely on me when you can't do it yourself.

"I showed you an ugly place. Mr. Cravel."

"Uh, ah, no"

It was a cravel that was distracted by Sally and Phil's exchange, but as Phil restarted, she also restarted while patting her eyes again.

But it was Phil who took the lead after he rebooted.

"I ordered earlier, but I actually have a liqueur that suits Mr. Cravel right now"

"... is it a liqueur?

"Yes, it's also a liqueur for" coffee "that Mr. Cravel likes."

"Eh."

Said, the look on Cravel's face was obviously strong enough to look at.

Phil glances at me to apologize, then spits "lies".

"Actually, it's still in the prototype phase of the bottle...... I made it 'very bitter' by mistake. But he said it might suit Mr. Cravel's mouth."

Bitter, hey.

To Phil's words, I was laughing bitterly.

Much, I said.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, that's fine."

Phil was clearly smiling at Cravel, who was definitely pulling his face together.

Maybe there's payback that was getting me in trouble until just now.

Phil becomes bold as the drunkenness turns, giving him a slight peek at his abusive personality.

"Please wait a moment. We're going to make [Kalua Milk] now."

The gratitude was well felt through the spine.

That's one of the liqueurs I prototyped since I was able to get Coffee Beans the other day.

Precisely because it is handmade by me, I can't call it 'Karua', but for convenience, that's what I call it.

There is also no falsehood in Phil's description over the raw materials. It's that bitter 'coffee' liqueur.

However, Phil's words have one great lie,

That liqueur, which should have been made from coffee, cannot be so 'bitter' as to say the least.