'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

We 'felled' the magic oak, and we safely followed the Querx Forest.

Shortly after the defeat, there was all sorts of rushing to 'ammunition' it on the verge of falling magic oak underlings, the advent of Iberis new gear to carry heavy magic oaks like assholes, and on the way home, Guinura, whose sword was gone, was finally becoming full-time and crying, but they managed to all safely through the woods.

And we managed to bring back the overweight magic oak, and Holly was going to piss us off.

"What is this stupid big magic oak! How the hell did you guys get back in such a mess!

Holly, Galeata, my parents, and all the faces I've known before, the four of us get angry. Everyone bows their heads and recieves an anger that even flies.

"In the first place, I told you to come home if you didn't think you could! You forgot!?

From earlier on, it is Holly who is yelling, forgetting her usual tone as well.

From what I've heard from her, you think this magic oak has enough for the big guy, too?

A regular magic oak is a slightly stronger version of a dead tree monster that we defeated on the road.

This means that the Magic Oak we were fighting was a powerful monster of mutation levels among the Magic Oaks.

"Life will matter! That's a boy, so maybe he's about the age he wants to make it a little impossible, but risking dying is what fools do! Were you that stupid, Albao?

"... Yes. It was stupid."

This sword screen doesn't seem to do anything about it.

Or I guess this is the general response.

Getting seriously mad at people is quite a nostalgic experience.

I'm just a little happy to remember when my senior got mad at me when I was a rookie.

"... at all. Mr. Galeata, please."

"No, I've already forgiven you. Anger is in my fist."

That kind of Galeata showed us all a shot in the fist bone.

No, I lied. Iberis had received three shots.

He laughed that he had gotten it a lot after visiting it seriously and was just moving on to processing.

The processing of the barrel involves the process of drying out the cut wood.

They also have a convenient technique to promote it when it comes to its drying.

As early as tomorrow, but the prototype barrel will be finished, he said.

"... Anyway. You don't have to work today. I will hear the report tomorrow. Today, I hope you take your time."

It's only about evening before we get back.

Anyway, in the process of dissolution, the four of us gathered in my room with Guinura.

Without even complaining about Guinura.

It was a 'cocktail party' full of people.

"Well. Are you ready again?

And the next day, along with the face of Holly's lab, we were gathered in front of that device again.

"Time Fast Forward, Prototype Modification."

Prototype modification with some improvements to the design, also with the cooperation of Holly Laboratories.

Inside the apparatus is set what is already there.

Unattributed potions produced by Sui and communicated by Iberis technology.

Plus, in this world, synthesize the malt of an old Mesa man who kept walking upright.

A machine that has never been involved with potions before and has all the traditional white oak faces to make improvements.

And to endure that, the barrels made of magic oak that the four of us took.

Humans, drones, demons, potion shops and bartenders.

It's all mixed up, and I don't know who made it anymore.

Our crystals are there.

All I had was really an idea. Everyone took shape of it.

All I have to do is make one last effort.

"Now it's time to go."

Just like last time-- no, more nervous than last time, I touched the power unit.

From the palm of my hand, magic pours in with my thoughts.

Receiving that thought, the machine moves out on its own.

There was a blunt noise with Buon and the device was activated.

Suck up the magic from me, even this, and lift them all over your body.

The machine moved.

"... What about the barrel?

"Not yet, not yet."

Someone's voice to worry about. Suppress it, someone else's voice again.

The machine is working fine.

I don't feel any sign of any trouble inside.

Slowly, slowly, when in the machine, it is moving forward.

The first guideline is five minutes.

So I can see if a 'fifth attribute' is born within the 'Newpot'.

Quiet, that's when I stopped the machine.

On our behalf, Albao is moving inside.

The barrel is alive.

And its contents, too, are alive and well.

Albao, quietly, told.

"The experiment is a success. Our research is going 5,000 times faster."

And then a day went by.

"Total. Because it's good enough. You're not sleeping, are you?

"... oh. Finally, that's the time."

Instead, Arbao said the last time he showed up, as he was coming to talk to me.

I was confused and unaware, but on a good note, there seemed to be a large crowd of humans.

I finally stop the machine that was running.

"How many hours has it been?

"Twenty-three hours to be exact. But isn't that enough?

I smile nicely, put live in my slightly fluttering feet, and open the entrance to the machine.

Inside are several barrels that have changed various conditions for various experiments.

Among other things, I approached one barrel.

This is all I really haven't got my hands on anything.

It is a dish that melts the malt of the old Mesa into a non-attributed potion.

It's one of my selfish dishes I got made.

It's not an experiment of any kind, just thoughts put in malt, it's in.

I roll the barrel and take it outside.

When I go outside, I'm worried about me and I'm looking at the faces that were showing up instead.

All employees in Albao, Iberis, Holly, lab facades and Galeata.

And we didn't have a conversation, but we were watching the flicker and me, Guinura.

"... I'll give it to you at first. That's what we all want."

Holly told me with a tender grin.

And I received the glass she handed me, and I opened that barrel plug.

Pong and a light sound sounded, followed by a

Toctok and I have been pouring out the 'amber' I even dreamed of.

Pack it in a glass and re-plug it to avoid zeroing it as much as possible.

I match the glass to the height of my gaze.

It's shaking. It seeped out of the barrel, time is there.

I cheated a hell of a lot. I'm sure it's not the same as if I put him to sleep the right way.

I know that.

Still, I waited for the liquid.

I was in a hurry.

From the edge of the glass, the scent was leaking.

Sweet as chocolate, spicy as spices, calm as forests, excited as flames, fragrant as wheat, moist as earth.

And stab me in the heart like love.

Yes, this is how I felt about romantic feelings.

Tighten your chest, sweetness and spiciness. Relax, hurry, get excited, get worried.

Still, seeing that face makes me happy to throw it all out.

Even if I don't want to admit it, that's all my heart plays.

I gently spit the scent out of my nose.

I slowly contained the liquid in my mouth.

As soon as I do, the landscape pours into my head, not to mention the flavor.

Peaceful wood leak days.

The luminosity of the fresh green trees.

Shades and aromas of dead grass.

Wheat fields soaring in the wind.

Dirty signs on exhaust gases.

The scene looked familiar.

The slight touch inadvertently revived another view.

Peeping into the computer, uncomfortable woman.

A noisy woman, tangled up in front of a copier.

Ignored and irritated by the outfit, a troublesome woman.

The first time you taught me how to taste alcohol, you great woman.

She held me tight on Christmas night, a lonely woman.

You made fun of me for spring break, little lady.

She revealed a lot to me on the trip, weak woman.

You took your confession from me when you broke up, you hateful bitch.

And at the end of the day, it got cold and I didn't say anything, the woman I liked.

My eyes seeped in tears as I suddenly flashed back into my memory.

No. I don't mean this.

Thank you to those who have struggled so far, so cool to share your thoughts, and that should have been it.

It was for my own good that I was looking for whiskey, so I had a lot of people working with me to do that.

That's what I should remember here.

That's why I have to criticize this whiskey.

You look like a bartender, even though you have to say it's delicious or unpleasant.

Even though it's completely different. Even though it's still awkward and it tastes like everything just started.

I've been drinking, even though it tastes nothing like any whiskey.

Why do I only remember Ibuki?

"Ugh."

There were zero tears.

I've heard it before.

Memories engraved in the five senses, if triggered, abruptly recall a series of things.

I remember.

Stimulated by this' amber 'liquid, I remembered.

The memories of Moya with her were colored.

About her I'd forgotten all along. I shouldn't have forgotten about her.

It reminds me of the flavor that pours in.

Smiley, bright wheat aroma.

The taste of barrels as vivid as a crying face.

This has never happened before.

Until now, no matter what kind of whiskey you drink, that hasn't happened.

Lose it, just get it back, and scorch it, get it.

My chest is buried and at the same time it falls out of my chest.

"... Ibuki"

The presence of a woman named Izuki Torisu.

I took it back clearly, in a different world than Earth.

I finally got her color back in me in exchange for the tears that were getting zero.

It's always been Amber with me and her.