"Total, don't forget something? Did you have a proper potion?
"What's that question?"
To a word the blue-haired girl in front of me, Sui, let go, I said with a mix of sighs.
As it is good to ask for forgotten items, why should I even be checked for potions?
"There's no way I'm failing to confirm the potion. It's an important business tool."
"Yeah, that was a stupid question"
When I answered confidently, Sui looked at the unfortunate person and smiled.
Looking around, there are faces staring at our interactions like that.
Soon, I'm leaving town for training.
Its destination is an established potion shop called 'White Oak'. So I was going to learn the basic part of this world potion and the new technology called 'mature potion'.
The current location is in front of the carriage stop. The time is after noon.
The season has come to the entrance of winter. With my new coat for the trip, I exhaled as I packed the collar.
When I say stop, the carriage I'm waiting for is not a Tsuji carriage. The destination is a city quite north of here. It's not as close as it gets in a day.
Not so many people ride each other in a personal carriage accident. Me and someone I know were gathered on the spot to occupy the rendezvous point at this stop.
My baggage is on the porch and the gun and in case of change and emergencies. And the allowable amount of liquor - precisely potion.
"That said, I don't know because there's a limit to the amount I can take"
"You can't decide what kind we have."
I'm just a little sorry to see the pouch I put on my hips.
Sui continues to smile with a gentle smile as she is stunned by my remarks.
No matter how much 'ammunition' magic there is, there is a limit to the amount of 'potion' you can carry. I have no choice but to go to training and not to open a business.
Though.
Not drinking at all is difficult because of my personality. But to this world liquor store, rude but not so much to expect.
Then how about a local potion? Wouldn't it be very expensive?
Therefore, it is packed up to be quite critical.... I can't help it if they say it's alcoholic.
"Bye, Phil."
"Yes."
The conversation with Sui was there, and I spoke to the most disciple who would leave the store to me for the next two months or so.
The voiced silver-haired boy, Phil, stretches his spine a little and waits for my words.
"I'll give you a note for once. Always be aware of this neighborhood and work hard. Because there are some items to check before you go home after business."
While I was telling you, I handed over the notebook I was working with Chimatima here recently. Writing in the language of this world is a struggle.
There are three main types of content.
First of all, the precautions you need to be aware of during your upcoming sales, thinking that you graduated half a serving and became one.
Careful seating arrangements, thinking about who you should talk to, and flexible customer service to suit the atmosphere are all those trivial but careful places to be.
I can't help but deal with the manual, so it's really just a point.
Next, a checklist before you go home. For the next day of business, we've put together a list of the parts that we'd like to check within that day.
Washing products that you tend to forget accidentally, such as water spills, or checking where debris builds up. Forgot to cut the lighting or forget about the fruit. Replace clean towels or check your order the next day.
I kept a bulleted list of precautions that I would always miss when I wanted to go home after sales.
Finally, a cocktail recipe.
Each of the two disciples is given his own cocktail recipe, one notebook.
And it's my policy to add only 'cocktails I've made' to that notebook.
Instead of just writing down my cocktail recipe, it's better for people to go through it themselves and then write it in the course of the day, something that people will remember.
So the two of you have never made a cocktail that you haven't already, you don't know that recipe.
But there are also cocktails on the menu that aren't the simpler version that we don't know about. That's when all the recipes just came out of the menu.
"And then make a note of what bothered you while you were in business, because I'll talk to you later"
"Okay."
Phil nodded while checking the note from me.
Next door, a silver-haired girl with a slightly dissatisfied face - Sally - blurs.
"... why don't you just give it to Phil and he's not ready for me?
"No, because"
You're about to lose it.
The complaint swallowed before I said it.
"It's common to both of us, so one would suffice, wouldn't it?
"... well... that's all I've got."
Sally seems reluctantly convinced, but still, Phil seems more trusted than he is and doesn't seem to like it slightly.
I don't think I'll drag it all the way to business hours, but I'd have trouble if it had a negative impact because of me.
... I don't have a choice.
"Don't look at me like a pussy!
As I said, I messed up Sally's hair gritty.
Naturally, Sally distances herself from me while she resists. I feel confused, angry, and slightly ashamed in its eyes.
But Sally clearly complains to me, especially with anger.
"Hey, what are you doing!?
"Yes, yes. You go like that."
"... Yes?
Speaking to me as I read Sally's words, Sally increases the weight of confusion.
I'm going to cheer her up and say hello.
"Stay more hazy. That's more like Sally and cute."
"Become!? Buh!?"
I thought "ah" after I said it, but it's too late.
Sally changes her expression a little again. But this time, there are more shame ratios.
"Well, I know you don't have to tell me! So, so lightly!
Don't tell me! It didn't connect with.
Sally turns that way, slowly discouraged. And I said with a blur and a voice that seemed to disappear, "Well, thank you," he said.
With that attitude, I have a dry laugh.
Shortly afterwards, a redhead girl who was coming to drop me off ate a light elbow punch to the flank.
"Stay."
"... the total to the end. Come on. What is it? Do you really want to be dropped off by weird air?
The girl who whispers her lips pointy, whispering in her ears-- Rye.
I'll excuse her while I think it's a little bad.
"... No, he said it's already a habit. There's no point in coming out of the pompous mouth."
"... into the habit of saying 'think of the words to say and the timing' or something like that from time to time?
"… I will reflect"
After continuing the whispering reward, I lost the words to give back and I bowed my head to peck.
I turn to the blue-haired girl I was talking to first again.
She looked quite grumpy with her.
For once, if it's not my mistake, Suey and Sally have quite a fondness for me... apparently.
They denied it, so maybe they don't have it.
Still, for once, don't tell them exactly how I feel.
"I still don't know how I feel. I don't know what will happen next. So I can't give you any answers right now '.
They also showed a good understanding of it...
So our relationship is the same as always.
If it changes, I've been insensitive until now, and I've noticed a change in their expression.
So, as always, it is somewhat hesitant to praise people for perplexity.
I understand that choosing words carefully will upset them.
And, the mood is, but the nature of the stained conversation doesn't change that much.
If you're unconscious, compliments come out of your polo and mouth like 'cute' or 'pretty' or 'I like that'. Against everyone.
Maybe it would be nice to reopen it there, but the more I could, the less I was a romantic.
So even in the sense of making a paragraph of the subtleties around it, this training could be a good opportunity.
They may say you're a fleeing coward, but you can't help it because it's training.
In the meantime, I think I should figure out how to shake myself, too.
"So total. Is the carriage time almost up?
He asks me like Sui has regained his mind. When I check the clock, I can only afford a little more until the pick-up carriage arrives.
See who came to see me off again.
Four of them: Suey, Rye, Phil and Sally. Farewell to other faces has already been done at the grand party I went to the other day.
But there was someone in trouble when only one person was missing.
"... Iberis yet?"
The girl who doesn't know her real age, but looks around fifteen, Iberis.
The fact that she's not here is a little... No, it's gonna be a lot of trouble.
"Um, should I look for it?
"No, you're okay. We still have time."
While I gently turned down Phil's suggestion, I was looking at the path she would come.
Then, at the promised time critical timing.
"Hey! I'm sorry! I'm late!?
A little girl came running, waving her hand around.
On its back, carry luggage for the journey ahead.
Iberis breathes when he joins us.
"Critical Safe......?
"Well, it's critical. Sleeping boy?"
"No. I took a moment to confirm with my handover to my master"
In such a sorry tone, no one complained about the girl laughing ehehee.
Iberis was supposed to accompany this training.
I didn't know you were coming with me until just before, either.
Apparently, when I promised lightly that I would take her somewhere next time, Iberis had her attached to Gongora, my mentor.
Prepare Iberis for acceptance by his fellow droids who seem to be serving in "White Oak".
When it was ready, I was told to accompany Iberis, and I couldn't say anything before I said, 'Anywhere is good'.
If you listen to me, they originally wanted Iberis to interact with droids other than their own, they had a desire for Gongora. So you timed my training.
If you ask me, I had something in mind.
It's the machine Suey and Iberis were building with Kosokoso.
The machine that allows for calls between remote locations, "Voice Sending You One," seems to require a technician to install it.
So, I was wondering what I would do with the technician, but if Iberis came with me, that would be it.
That means that Sui was originally going to send Iberis in, I guess, during his training.
"Both of you, you look okay getting ready?
"So it's okay. 'Cause Sue's worried too much."
"I'm perfect too!
I was cautious when I left the house, and it was confirmed well earlier, so I'm fine.
Iberis also seems to have a lot of chatter, but the bulky ones are collectively 'ammunitionized' by me.
All you have to do is wait for the carriage to pick you up.
"I'd really like to follow you, too."
Sui says, um, with a difficult face.
"You can't. When you get to Sui, who the hell is going to de-armulate the inventory?"
"I know... but I'm worried"
When I was thirsty, Sui looked anxiously into my eyes.
Being guided so far by people is not bad but it tickles me.
I get a little embarrassed and answer a little blurry.
"It's okay, 'cause I'm not a kid."
"Yes. I'm worried you're not a child, but you don't dictate around appropriately who goes on the road. I was wondering if I might get into some weird trouble..."
"... No, the"
Apparently, it wasn't physical fitness or anything that worried me, it was humanity.
I wanted to complain, but I can't say it strongly because I just made a statement that I don't think about right now.
Sui shifts her gaze from me to Iberis.
"So Iberis. Take a good look."
"It's okay. I don't want my exclusive employer to die that easily either."
It is a disturbing word, mixed in Iberis' unchanging smile.
"Wait a minute. How could I die? Hey."
"Maybe after the words."
Iberis says lightly at his usual rate.
but don't keep your eyes clearly aligned.
"... right"
"Yeah."
Of course, there is no doubt that it is after words.
But, well, I guess I'll be careful with women, too. Yeah.
Originally, I'm more sober than a woman. No problem. Yeah.
"Give me an invitation. - Yes. Mr. Evening Mist and Mr. Iberis."
Then a little while later, the 'White Oak' designated carriage arrived at the stop.
After a gentle greeting from the drop-off, Iberis and I approach the carriage.
I asked the owner of the carriage to confirm the letter of invitation and boarded a relaxed, rather luxurious carriage. Two horses pull, a roofed carriage.
"And the other one hasn't?
"Yes? Another one?
Your man asks me through the window attached to the horse, and I am plunged into the void.
I turn my gaze to Iberis, but she shook her neck to the side because she didn't seem to know either.
I'll tell your man exactly.
"Uh, all I know is just the two of us, including myself,"
"Is that it? Really? Sure, I think we were supposed to put three people on this city."
He dropped his eyes in an attempt to check the paper in hand again.
That was the time.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
There was a young man's voice. I felt somewhat familiar.
"Uh, you?
"I suppose so. This is the letter."
He is in conversation with someone. I glanced at the letter I received and grinned as if I could get confirmation.
"Yes, I checked. Back, please. You're already on board."
"... with you?
And the LORD of his voice, while he is guided unto him, is also seeping the colour of perplexity.
And then the carriage entrance opened and me and the guy recognized each other well.
"Hey, you! Yugiri! Why are you here?
"... that's our dialogue."
I wanted to sigh.
The man, disrespectfully, was pointing his finger at me.
The man who pointed at me featured a neat face and smooth blonde hair.
The only man in this city who's banned from our store.
"You look good...... Guinura"
He was Guinura, the son of the city's best potion shop, Aurantiaca.