'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

The sound of messing with the chatter and equipment tickles my ears.

Other things include the sound of a machine called a gown gown, the sound of liquids flowing, the sound of vapors blowing out or flat, tall, lined bottles......

That kind of noise, unlike the fantastic atmospheric world, reaches my ears when I'm in this room.

The current location is Iberis' workshop, which is located in the corner of the factory responsible for the production of materials for Easy's bar division.

Scattered equipment or messy loaded drawings. And the room is filled with a unique metallic scent.

After finishing lunch with the Bergamos, I told them I had plans and broke up with them. He was inviting me to play with his breath, so promise me it'll be another time.

When I was so clear of the sound, Iberis asked me to tell a public story as I worked.

"Hey, total. After all, have you thought about it?

Iberis peeking into the shell of a disassembled gun and capturing me in that hole.

I shook my head as I smiled a small smile in her tea eyes.

"No, nothing. I think it's time we put our minds together."

"Hmm."

Respond to Neune's request and don't let him go swimming. Such a full score method.

I wonder if something like that will fall at hand.

If what Corsica said about Sui is true, you can keep Sui here as long as I stop him forcefully.

But can I spit out the enthusiasm of Mr. Oyaji, who has captured Talia?

I'm sure I can't. I probably can't get rid of Vermouth.

I'm looking at Trice before Vermouth.

What was once important and what is now important. It must be my situation now that I'm putting two on the scale.

There's no way I can act like Mr. Oyaji, who threw everything else away.

"... sorry total"

How did you receive my silence? There was a sudden voice of Iberis' apology.

"... I wish I was better and I could have made anything I wanted."

"That's not true. I'm always being helped by Iberis. I'm the one who told Iberis I was impotent, and it's not Iberis' fault."

"But... if I could have responded, I might not have had to worry. I'm sorry I couldn't live up to your request even though it's exclusive."

Iberis slowly dripped. I stood up and stroked her head to encourage.

Like a cat who could be forced to stroke his head, Iberis had an ambiguous look on his face.

Speaking of what you're talking about, time returns as soon as Neune shows up.

When I lined up her demands, I found only one "method of painting a full score".

It's about whether we can use the power of this' cocktail 'and' gun 'to do business with Neune.

But what I'm saying is, it's a story of possibility. Talk about dreams that even fools can come up with.

Good story I came up with, but can't make it happen, etc.

Two seconds after I came up with it, it was a convenient bluff to be stunned by myself.

Because I'm the only one who can use the magic of 'cocktails' at the moment.

It reminds me of the results of the experiment where the disciples grew up a little and the taste of the beverage became stable.

At that time, I learned a lot about the magic of this' cocktail '.

I "ammunition" the "cocktail" I made and shoot it.

Rather than making it the most effective magic, it doesn't make it a practical level of magic under any other conditions.

The important thing is to make a cocktail. And that I 'ammunitionize'.

Particularly in terms of who does' ammunition 'was a more important element.

I just taught someone else the magical existence of a 'cocktail', and it doesn't make sense without me.

Therefore, the possibility that this magic would change the world had disappeared long before.

So it was a matter that I came up with but which I didn't have to think about to be dismissed.

But there's only one loophole in this, too.

If I'm done with the cocktail 'ammunition', then anyone can activate the magic with a little imagination. At least I let my apprentice do it, but with a slight attenuation of power.

So if you manage to store and carry the ammunition I made, you can treat it as some 'force'.

That's why I suggested to Iberis with all my hope.

I was wondering if I could improve the pouch I use to a form that could be used by 10,000 people.

And the reply was that it was impossible at the moment.

The pouch I always put ammunition in is also mine only.

Instead, if people other than me put it on, there's a risk to their lives.

Because this is sucking the magic of the Fifth Class, which is overflowing from me, at a level that would dry up if I were a normal person.

The reason for doing so is to immobilize the 'magical activity' of the ammunition inside. Imagine stopping the time in the pouch and fixing a ready cocktail in the same condition.

When he prototyped this pouch, Iberis said he planned to make improvements in a way that would encourage magical activity itself.

But that's not as successful as good to say at all.

How to keep your cocktail delicious. The fact that there is no way to preserve mixed and complex miracles as they are is not an incomprehensible story.

I do fine versioning with the effect of weight loss or capacity expansion, but it really doesn't change that I can't handle it other than me.

Because there's nothing I can do about saving a cocktail.

So Iberis still managed to respond to my unscrupulous demands and is getting a little depressed now as a result.

"Until the magical activation of the material, not the 'cocktail', I can see it. But I can't possibly hold the magical effect of a 'cocktail'. I'm really, really sorry."

"That's why it's good. I said it was my fault."

Hearing my comfort, Iberis continued to blame herself. I keep giving her words of encouragement.

In the first place, there are many mysteries about this' ammunition 'and' cocktail 'thing.

Even Sui, who had left the name of a genius wanting, said the whole thing was magic he couldn't see.

If there is a being who knows that.

Only one person has that idea.

... to Tris, if I could somehow see him.

I shrugged in my heart, then rushed off the idea.

It's the end of the line. I'm craving a 'vermouth' to get closer to Trice, but I don't want to get closer to Trice to get that 'vermouth'.

Still, maybe you know something, Elle-- I wanted to ask the library fairy for her opinion, but she didn't show up when I called her.

I felt stuck when I didn't allow that method.

As she stroked Iberis' head, she looked a little calm.

I take my hands off her, then I worry a little.

I thought I would ask her now, but because of this, I decided to ask.

"Hey Iberis. Can I ask you what you'd do if you were me? If you're going to leave Master Gongora, but the situation is that you can learn new technology, what do you do?

I'm sorry. I was so snuggly, Iberis, but I look up to my question.

Then he replied that he had not been on tour for a long time.

"I don't give a shit about my master. If the total tells you to go, I will. Maybe I'll just follow the other side."

I have a response that I don't care much about Gongora.

I've had a little bite to eat and I ask further.

"Are there no strays? You know, breaking up with someone who took care of you."

"Lost or nothing, that's what we might be. If it's funny, I'll just do it, and my master always says that it's the happiest thing your apprentice can do to grow up. Then I'm just gonna stick with the whole thing."

Speaking of which, I was remembering.

A species called the drone. A race that creates strange machines that are not powered by my world.

The source of their actions is curiosity.

If it sounds funny, I'll do it, and if it doesn't, I don't care. The motive is that it always goes around there.

"I'm the total exclusive. I'm with the total, so I've been able to make a lot of interesting stuff. Because even if you can teach your master skill, you can't even teach him fun."

Not like Bergamo again, but she also has a core in her choices.

In that sense, the race of drones may also be quite selfish.

"You always care about people."

"Huh?"

In the midst of chewing up Iberis' opinion, Iberis said in a suddenly worrying voice.

"I know the bartender likes his job, and I'm probably glad he's doing it and smiling. But sometimes it's okay to be selfish."

"Selfish?

"Yeah. It's good to calculate their feelings and reactions, but you guys follow me because I want to move like this, like. I might prefer the aggressive total when a cocktail hangs in front of me"

Am I supposed to be like a horse in front of a cocktail?

If he is just a little shocked, Iberis hastily follows.

"So, total. Me, because I'm not giving up until the end. I am what the total asked for, because I will not give up until the end and make it. I may not make it, but I'll do my best. I hope you don't give up. What I want, I don't want you to give up until the end, maybe."

"Good luck to the end, and if you still don't get it, what are you gonna do?"

"... laugh and delude and wait for another chance, or something?

At the end of the day, I got a less than usual reply.

But Iberis' opinion is also packed with a lot of her own thoughts, which I appreciate.

It may be their characteristic opinion, but I have the same roots.

I like cocktails first and foremost.

Iberis looks at the face I admire and smiles with joy.

"Eh, maybe a little bit could have helped me?

"Oh. Thanks. You need to talk to me."

To her usual smile, I thumbed all the way out.

Smile and thumbs up so Iberis can be caught too.

"Then we'll get back to maintenance. Total, I might want you to treat the tools more carefully."

"Sorry. I'm just so unfamiliar with it. It might be easier to handle if it was shaker-like."

"Eh. I told you to do it this way, even though it's total"

I know I'm used to handling it a lot, but still, my gun judgment is unbearable.

What 'cocktails' produce is currently being verified. Therefore, there are quite a few opportunities to touch the gun. So I guess I'll get used to it soon......

"Oh, and"

"Hmm?"

An added Iberis twisted his mouth funny and said, "Don't look at my face, boss.

"Shishi. I'm the exclusive owner of the whole thing. Whatever the total chooses, I'm with you all the time, maybe."

"............... Yes?

Ask me about the intent of that last statement, but Iberis deliberately stopped answering anything in a focused breeze.