'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Ohon. By the way, it's a different story."

He spoke to us in front of Mr. Sage as he coughed up. When we fix the place, Mr. Sage continues in a soft-tempered tone.

"Are you sure you're doing a distant study of the Fifth Class Potion and acting like it's done in the store?

"Yes. That, didn't you report it?

"Ugh, um. That's it. As far as I'm concerned, every store in the city is audited at a time that's completely out of reach. As a lord, letting go of something completely unknown can be a bit of a liability issue. I do, um."

"Arranging the hard words with the hard ones" is what I saw.

As for Old, when Viola came to the store before, she told me the same thing and asked the Knights to talk through it. Ha.

And so on, it can be bluntly perceived, but I'm not going to make that kind of rush to the Lord's Hand.

"I apologize for that. So, not because it's your birthday, but as a substitute for your inspection, can I get you a drink here?

"Hehe. Right. Do you want me to do that?"

Mr. Sage's movement, which was softening, subsided.

This is probably the case.

He was interested in Old, but he had a position as a lord… before the knight's eyes, he couldn't easily tell me to let him drink.

Even knights, of course, would already know about the lord's hobbies, but I've never crossed the line with a big name.

"So leave Old as he is?

"... Hmm. No, you did have a variety. Then I'd like you to wrap it up later. Now that I have you, I think I'll make it a 'cocktail'."

"Mr. Sage, pre-construction, pre-construction"

Mr. Sage curled up a little while his eyes sparkled like a child where I admitted.

Not only I, but also my disciples and accompanying knights, laughed bitterly at the transformation that would obviate the earlier exchange and waited for Mr. Sage's continued words.

"Ohon. … this is a good opportunity, let me check your cocktail skills again. If Old has a type, I'd like you to submit it for materials later."

"Yes, sir."

After being polite, I went into the selection of materials to be removed from the porch.

Whiskey-based cocktails. If it's a typical cracked cocktail, it's not incompatible with a variety of things, including coke and ginger ale, headed by a carbonated [highball].

Nevertheless, the basic way to drink stops at rock and straight.

Originally, I guess because I have strong habits and personalities, I don't need any side ingredients to taste it.

But if you've been designated a cocktail, you should live up to that expectation.

Above all, it's Lord's birthday. I am obliged to select the right cocktail for it.

It is a show of intent as a bartender.

His taste preferences, I know quite a bit.

I like surprisingly sweet things and I also like aromatic ones. Fruit is also good, but I also prefer seed-based liqueurs such as coffee.

I don't hate the herbal system, but I don't think it's enough to take the initiative.

Hmmm......

"Mr. Sage. As a matter of fact, with the completion of Old, there are some liqueurs that can be made at the same time."

"... ho. That's a case that needs an inspection."

"I thought you said that."

We grin and nod at each other like niggas and evils.

And the cocktail that should be made in my heart is done.

Remove the ammunition and return it to the material by 'disarming the ammunition'.

What I have prepared is one of the olds I didn't choose when I gave Rosemary a drink...... 'Malt Old'.

Among other things, it is the kind that I set in my head as' Islamort '.

Islamort is a type of Scottish whisky 'Scotch' with so many varieties that it can be said to be one of the five largest whiskies in the world and the largest faction.

Within that scotch, there is also a division by region of origin and so on. Islamort is made in a distillery on a small island called Isla.

Islay malt would be characterized by the characteristic smokiness that comes all the way into the nose - the smoky flavor.

At the malting stage, the use of peat for fuel to dry creates its characteristic aroma.

If whiskey with a sweet aroma like wheat is to be regarded as feminine, should Islamort with a characteristic aroma like smoke be described as masculine?

nose and a rich fragrance that drifts flamboyantly from the tongue directly touched.

And the slight sweetness that gently entertains the taste buds brings sweet stimuli to the brain marrow if you get used to it.

A whisky with a strong classification of habits, divided among the Scotch between enthusiasts and those who do not.

I decided to choose that whiskey... no, 'Old' as the base for this one.

The habit is strong, but nothing goes right in terms of fragrance height.

And it is also a series of liqueurs, created by the completion of "Old", that we select as a by-material.

The liqueurs, which lacked a final push - 'barrel maturation' - were greatly incorporated as the hallmark of the flavor.

The Earth's liqueur often involves' barrel aging 'in the working process.

If 'barrel maturation' is required for ingredients such as soaking in brandy, if 'barrel maturation' is allowed after mixing ingredients, etc.

That could be solved in this world by adding 'Old' to the unattributed potion.

By incorporating the magical essence removed from the fifth attribute potion, we were able to solve those subtle taste problems.

This has made it possible to reproduce quite a bit of the liqueur that my tongue remembers, although it is still in the experimental stage.

"Amaretto" used this time is one of them.

'Amaretto liqueur' is a brown, sweet liqueur, often described as an almond-like fragrance.

But when I explain it, I'd say it smells like 'almond tofu'.

"Amaretto" seems to incorporate the soaking of the apricot kernel in the brandy into the process, from which its unique aroma comes?

That subtle flavor can now be reproduced to some extent by the birth of "Old".

… to be precise, the possibility of making 'Old' in grapes awaits Albao's experiments, but at this stage we have reached similar flavors.

And these are the only two ingredients to use this time.

"Now, let me make it"

I speak to Mr. Sage, and then I fill the rock glass that I'm going to use this time with about two large pieces of ice.

And in that glass, at first, 15 ml of 'amaretto'. Then pour in 45 ml of 'Malt Old'.

If you spoon them and let them cool to such an extent that the ice doesn't melt too much and they don't look watery, it's done.

It is a really simple cocktail.

"Thank you for waiting. [Godfather]."

Mr. Sage, who was offered a glass, looked a little bewildered by the name.

"Named parent, huh? Hehe, it's just a cocktail name, but it sounds a little sarcastic."

"... Really?

To my doubts, Mr. Sage looked a little bitter. And he does his gaze to the knight.

When the knight nodded, he put his hand on his ear to claim that he hadn't heard us.

"I hear you heard. that I used to try to push my daughter's friendship halfway forward."

"... Yes. Uh, from a certain muscle."

"That's true. I worry about my daughter."

"... you're sick, aren't you"

Mr. Sage smiled vaguely at my words.

Then, like penance, quietly he speaks.

"I nevertheless intended to proceed with it as a matter of kindness... I heard about it later. that my daughter is not really at all happy with the friendship"

…………

"You were more disappointed in yourself than you were in shock. I was always thinking about taking my daughter's life in a happy direction as a duty and applying it to the mould. I couldn't measure what that happiness was."

I didn't have very clear feelings about that word.

In my own life, my parents didn't do anything to me. I had an excellent brother, and my parents only cared about you.

They didn't tell me to do anything, they didn't tell me not to, they just asked me not to make mistakes. A situation different from your own can only be imagined.

I know, one woman is something like that.

She was treated as something that was absent from her parents, neglected by her relatives and still lonely given only money.

Until the time of her death, she could not even reconcile without her parents forcibly advancing something.

"He's such an impudent father. I can't help but hate my daughter. To her, I'm probably just a 'named parent'. So even today..."

Even today, Mr. Sage clouded his words in that place.

Maybe Sellaroy's absence today is not a lack of sickness.

And I'm surprised.

Looking next door, Phil and Sally both had complex expressions on their faces.

They're not like me. There were great parents, and they told me this, and they jumped out of the house to defy it.

I wouldn't be familiar with Mr. Sage's circumstances, but around Sally, if Mr. Sage continues to make a monologue like this, he might lay it on himself and say something weird.

So I, I can't say anything, but I decided to say something.

Even if I don't have an opinion on his troubles, I can put them into words if I put them in a cocktail.

"Mr. Sage. [Godfather] doesn't just mean" named parents. "

"Hmm?"

"This is a cocktail that originally imagined creation in my world."

Until then, Mr. Sage looked at me like he was interested.

In my memory, I choose words carefully, whilst rebuffing what people tell me.

"I don't know the details because I don't know the creation properly. But" Godfather, "which appears in it, treats a person who was at all involved as a family member and, at the family's request, seems to be a man who tries to make anything happen. Perhaps it's more right to be a 'great father' than a named parent."

Well, it's not necessary to say that the family is a 'family' of 'mafias'.

What matters is how I feel about overlapping that position with Mr. Sage right now.

"Mr. Sage... the lord has worked splendidly for this city. They care about the people of this city, like family. I'm sure your daughter doesn't know what a lord does."

This city is peaceful.

That's because the lord is doing a fine job.

That may be referring to the short amount of time he devotes to the home.

But that's the daughter of a fine lord.

I don't think she saw her father like that when she came to deliver 'Parfetamur' for us strangers then.

I don't want to think you hate my father like that.

"So drink it first. It's the payback of one human being in this city looking after you. More importantly, cocktails only last fifteen minutes."

Finally, adding the circumstances of the cocktail, the lord laughs bitterly, "You don't blur."

And he reached for that glass, which had a little droplet attached to it.