'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Can't find it"

"This one too."

"I mean, why am I like this..."

We raised the voice of the Trinity.

From the earliest, it is the voice of Albao, me and Guinura.

We were moving our current location to the library once.

The already mesmerizing book would be carried out by the face of Holly Labs.

So, while we're scrutinizing what's left, we're working on finding what might be useful.

"It's nice to put it on, but we're the least capable after all."

"... I have no choice. Still an apprentice."

Albao answers haha to my blur.

Next to it, Guinura speaks like a bump and a solitaire.

"Why am I like this... in the first place, why chores, etc."

I pounded on Guinura's shoulder, groaning with regret.

Guinura stares at me depressingly.

"What, you're gonna be serious!

"No, that's it."

"What the fuck?"

Obviously, Guinura looks disgusting, but neither do I.

But more than I've come this far, there was a story I wanted him to keep in his ear, too.

"I'm looking for something new, so I need you to help me hold the book."

"... Hmm. Why would I do that?"

It's a chore.

"Grungy"

Guinura stares at me as she devours her teeth, but she stood honestly by.

I called Albao and asked Guinura to come to the entrance.

"Hmm? What's up, this isn't a bookshelf"

"Guess what. I need to talk to you about something."

And I told Guinura, too, about Cecil and Holly's tenacity.

Keep exactly what Mr Appalachian told me, but there will be no harm in keeping the information around it, rather than having Guinura accompany him as well.

Guinura, having finished listening, snorts roughly, hmm.

"I mean, a personal grudge? Isn't one 'maturing potion' sufficient, such as results? To that extent, you're a small man of vessels."

"Hey, can you say the same thing in front of the mirror?"

He's pretty much a personal grudge of his own, and he just forgot he's eyeing me.

Guinura glared at me, and then, ha, and now she sighed.

"Bullshit... isn't it funny how the people who took care of you bent over are harmed by such bullshit?"

"... that's fine. Anyway, we talked about the situation."

"Okay. I won't thank you. It was your natural duty."

"Heck."

I'm no longer angry with the same attitude.

I waved to Guinura and decided to head to a slightly different bookshelf.

"Hey, I'm going back."

"Do as you please. I didn't need your help."

After Guinura and I split properly, I flush the back cover of the book as I look at the headlines.

I meant to take a mild breath.

History, people, science, society, and stories can't be compared to where we were on Earth. No, I know the content is completely different, but my interests aren't very good, so I don't know the difference.

But magic, magic drugs, demons, inheritance, it's funny just to watch.

I clearly think that the myth of when I was on Earth is eyebrow spit. The fact that you're a god or a hero in the story would be an imaginary being made by man.

But the world over here makes me think that maybe it really happened.

When you look at magic up close, it seems that even the presence of God and the Demon King can be believed.

"Only the fifth attribute is the talent of 'God' or 'Demon King' in a fairy tale"

Unexpectedly, at the beginning of my encounter with Sui, I remembered the words said.

The magic of 'fifth attribute' that it's hidden in me.

Fairy tale.

Trice's saying that you don't mind using that magic freely.

Just for a moment, I'll look for a fairy tale book.

"Well, there's no way."

But from what I've seen, there's no such thing as "The White Haired Goddess" working.

Maybe someone I know was going to another world and being a god?

It's a ridiculous idea.

I sighed in self-derision and then laughed at my idiocy.

Well, what an excuse to go back to Albao for a break like this.

"Hey, brother. Long time no see."

I was so surprised to jump to the voice from behind because I was thinking about that.

When I look back in a hurry, I see a kid I've only seen a few times.

"... uh, el?

"Yes. I'm glad you remember. Brother."

A neutral gray-haired kid who doesn't know if he's a boy or a girl.

Elle's appearance was here somehow.

"Why are you here? This isn't your usual library, is it?

"Haha. There's no reason why I should always be in the same library, is there?

"... it is, but"

There is a common denominator: library. But what kind of ant is it that even local libraries don't meet so many people, and they just bark in the library where they're traveling?

No, maybe it's a mistake to ask this strange kid for a solid reason in the first place.

I still don't know who Elle is.

And, my thoughts are irrelevant, Elle has asked abruptly.

"So, did you find your brother's goal?

"Yes?"

I didn't know for a second what the hell they were talking about.

Then I rewind my memory a little. Elle's impression is so deep that he can quickly pull out his memory.

It used to be him (her?) was one act when I talked to him.

I was looking into vampires then.

As I was doing my research, Mr. Oyaji's words shook my head. When I've done all the things I need to do in front of me, I wonder what I'll do from there on out.

So I whined thinking about what was ahead in this world.

"Goals" and.

Elle was listening to that. And now I'm asking you that.

All right, repair of memory complete.

"... er. I think I found a new goal under the table…. So, once we get there, we can finally figure it out."

"Hmm. You've made a lot of progress."

"I don't know, more so. Maybe I'm just stretching it out."

In fact, my goals are vague.

My "memories" that came back to life and "romantic feelings" that are not yet complete.

If we don't settle on these two, I can't even think about what's ahead.

So to get there, now I'm just trying to follow Trice's word.

"So, what are you looking for now?

"Well, that's..."

"On barrel materials that are likely to withstand the magic of Class V"

That's what I tried to answer, I stopped.

"Hmm? What's going on?

A gray-haired kid who suddenly stops to look at me, wondering.

Is that really all you need to hear now?

Am I missing something?

Trice said that he was all in my way because of the disgrace, but the truth is, the purpose was to help me.

And Elle is also out of the way, but he's helping me.

Does it not conform? What are these two doing?

Once again, a common denominator emerges.

Bright white hair.

Mysterious presence.

And such a tone, like you know so well what's going on around me.

"El. Can I ask you something weird?

"Hmm? I'm the one who just asked."

Give me a surprise look back with a question, Elle. But I didn't mind asking.

"Try and get a woman, you know?

…………

As I stare seriously, Elle peeks back into my eyes without distracting from the shards.

I'm about to lose that gaze. I want to change the subject right now.

But still, just the will, I didn't escape that gaze.

"... your brother feels bad when he lies."

"Yes. I'm serious about wanting to know, but if they're lying to me."

Elle keeps peeking into my face.

Slightly, quietly, answer.

"You know it or not, I know it."

Dokun and heart bounce.

Suddenly my heartbeat moves more intensely and I feel like my heart is going to pop out of my mouth now.

Elle laughed nicely as she tried to put the feeling of deviation into words as it were.

"But I'm not gonna tell your brother about her."

The smile looked like a rejection.

I'm new to this boy (girl?) I felt a single line drawn to it.

"Why is that?

"I don't want to tell you that either. In the first place, if she hadn't moved arbitrarily, your brother wouldn't have asked me that here."

Trice said it moved arbitrarily.

And Elle knows that.

I guess that means you two have connections.

"But then, your brother is too pathetic. So I'll give you a choice for your brother."

"... a choice?

Elle is now, like, intimate, making a smile.

"If you really want to know, you can tell me about Trice. However, if you hear that, I won't tell you the 'other' tip that your brother wants to know."

Come on, what do we do? and Elle asks with a gaze.

I overlap my situation with glue in my head, with Elle's words.

I'm sure Elle hasn't thrown up. If I ask, you'll tell me about Trice. That could be a huge shortcut on me leading up to her.

But that's the 'other' tip, he said, not to be given.

Elle probably already knows my situation.

'The other' in this case would be 'barrel information'.

After all, loopholes exist. Elle showed up here to teach it.

Put down the barrel and find out about 'Trice'?

Put down about Trice and get tips about 'barrels'.

One in two, I'd say.

"Yes, you can choose which one. Either way, you can't find the other on your own. Your brother doesn't care, you can choose whatever you want."

There was Elle staring gladly at my understanding catching up.

"I also know which one your brother chooses. But still, I let you choose. 'Cause you don't regret it that way, do you?

I feel like I'm being tried. Jirrigiri, cold sweat and sweat drip.

For the first time, I'm clearly feeling that Elle is not human.

I've never seen anyone release such pressure before.

'Trice' or 'Barrel'?

Just answer that and you'll be free from this situation right now.

And I choose.

"... I am"

"What about your brother?

"... I'd like to hear about the barrel material, which seems to withstand the magic of Class V"

The colour of the air changed.

In front of him stands Elle with a nico smile.

"Yes. Your brother is looking for a 'barrel', isn't he?"

"... oh, yeah"

"After all, your brother is, isn't he? Your brother's not the one who can abandon Holly Lab because of how many shortcuts."

Elle has a calm face, as the pressure just now is a lie.

Like I'm really glad I made that choice.

I don't know until I fulfill my true intentions. It's still hard for me to completely read through Elle's emotions.

"But your brother already has an answer in him,"

A little confused by Elle's strange inclusions.

"... in me?

"You know that, right? 'Cause your brother fought once a long time ago."

"... fought"

I've fought before.

Demons?

You got an answer in that?

The barrel is unbearable because the magic is too strong.

A barrel that can withstand magic.

Magic-resistant plants.

I've fought before, magically resistant, plant demons...

"Dragongrass"?

"Correct"

Elle grinned like a teacher praising his students.

"Dragongrass" is a monster that once stood before us when we were searching for the demonic grass of "Coantro".

A powerful demon with the magical resistance of not being able to swing and terminate and high combat ability. At that time, he could be stopped with an attack poking through that magical resistance hole.

"Plants affected by magic to the point of demonization have strong magic power and - magic resistance. So, what if we got 'oak' wood with that much strong magic resistance?

"... you think you can stand the magic of time sending?

"It may or may not be"

Elle laughs vaguely as she clouds her words.

The correct answer is, try it yourself, as I say.

"If you're weirdly affected by demon stones, isn't that what makes them unusable as barrel wood?

"So if you're going for it, you'd prefer Magic Oak, which enhances magic power correctly and evenly."

Magic oak.

Is that the name of the plant's demon?

Perhaps something that ordinary oak trees demonize under the influence of magic.

It seems somewhat easier compared to 'Dragongrass', where magical plants originally grew.

"I really meant to get this far, but I'll serve you. The demon of purpose occurs in the Querx forest about a day north of here. I think the time of the outbreak is recent."

"... you really know a lot of things"

"Haha. It's still like that."

Elle laughs quietly.

Surely there will not be a day like today when we were more strongly aware of the outsiders of El.

"I'm rooting for your brother. So don't die."

"... if you say so, could you help me more?

"I guess that's something I can't talk about."

Elle turned her back on me and walked out with Tech.

"See you, brother. I've never said goodbye before, but I'll see you later."

On the one hand Elle turned one corner of the bookshelf when he said goodbye.

Even as I approached you and turned my eyes to those of Elle bent over, that appearance was nowhere.