'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

In front of them were kidnappers who were in a different position to be tied up after hitting earlier.

Only the three killers, me and Tris, are here.

The man I fed [Gin Tonic] is still out of his mind, but the other two are conscious.

Mr. Oyaji was on his way to the Knights Stuff with Neune. I didn't notice earlier, but Mr. Oyaji suffered a minor wound, which included the treatment, in the form of having him leave early.

As I left, Neune, who was helped, caught me a little worried about my gun.

And while there's that flow, me and Tris are still here, thinking about if their people were anywhere else.

Not so much awkward silence, but before I say anything to the kidnapper, I'd like to thank Tris first.

"... Anyway, thank you, Tris"

"... yeah. Sorry, make me feel dangerous."

But she seemed to feel responsible for me being in critical condition.

I cared a little about her cloudy face and said it out of the way.

"Nothing good, this is how I was safe. Look, it's a boy."

"... you're worried because you know what a sprouts are. Total."

"Don't lick the bartender. You can lift heavy boxes."

"But the basics are bottles and stuff, right? That's about it. I don't think the general's poor body has any muscles."

Trice listening to the windy mouth I found out, but one way or the other, her words were true.

Since I don't have a lot of muscle work on a daily basis, is it the best place to maintain the status quo? Still, there was more manual labor than when I was in Japan.

Such a joke doesn't clear Trice's face.

"... in this situation, I can't help it if I do comic talent"

"Yeah. But I'm sorry"

That's why it's good.

When I told her again, Trice nodded with a troubled smile.

Then I look at the kidnappers and say blush.

"... hazy, I guess"

I'm sure she won't tell me what happened when I asked her back.

That's what I was talking about from the beginning, because she helped me out here.

"The total, you don't want to ask them anything?

"What do you want to hear..."

Trice shakes me, and I look straight at the fact that I've been trying not to look at it until then.

Ever since I saw the two faces stretched out on the ground floor, I've been very concerned.

To confirm that fact, I got lost and asked a man of both sexes.

"You're the guy I met at the store called 'Easys' before, aren't you?

When I asked, the man who was tied up glared at me.

"That's what you are. Ha, I can't believe you were the real 'Evening Mist Total'."

In a disgusting tone, the middle-aged man throws up.

Man captured on this occasion today. He was exactly the man I used to work at the store I went to inspect with Viola. Likewise the woman caught is also an employee there.

The other stretching man is first person, but he's probably related. Anyway, there were signs of that.

Does the man being held captive understand that he is a bad man or not? I rambled in a mundane manner.

"You feel good. Hey. You're a real cocktail-born parent. You're making money, aren't you? It's good. I'm just mixing potions."

I guess they say things that come purposefully to stir them up.

Less frustrating if you know what I mean. Less but not less frustrating.

When I'm silent, the man roughs his voice like he's pissed off.

"What's wrong with you! Imitate what you're doing. What?

"Permission granted."

"Uh-huh! There's something wrong with giving permission in the first place!

The man bites at everything, but as much, he sprinkles.

"It's crazy! What's the permit! Let him go! Don't bother anyone! What the fuck did I do?

His vomiting words are slowly getting out of my ear.

If anything, others are bad. If you need anything, I want money. If anything, I want to be thistled.

Words that easily trample and vandalize the path we've made with those thoughts, even though they don't know what we've come to store with.

When I heard that properly, I thought I'd bump into it.

If I thought that was the word, I'd be able to hear it out at some point.

"... no less. They'll hear your bullshit. Be this way."

Even so, Trice, standing at my side, physically stopped the man's mouth. Shaped like being gripped on the cheek, the man says heh heh heh heh heh heh, but Trice said it without a problem.

"'Cocktails' are not what you think. It's not something I can make alone. A lot of thoughts, one cocktail at a time."

Is it because of the cocktail, or because of me?

Trice stares at the man as he releases a transcendent atmosphere.

"Don't you have enough imagination?

Trice let go of the man's mouth abusively, saying so.

The man would tingle. He couldn't even speak, he just repeated blurredly.

"... imagination, power?

"Can you imagine the thoughts you put into that cup, and the thoughts you can put into it?

To Trice's inquiry, the man said again with a ridiculous face.

"What's the point of that"

"Then it's better not to get involved in cocktails at the Golden Wheel."

The man silenced himself in the words that would not allow him to argue, that would throw him away.

Trice asks the man after he unfortunately lays down his face.

"I thought so. Let me ask you something, who kidnapped you?

"... to whom?

"I got this empty house... no, I heard someone like you had it in store before."

The man opened his mouth all the way to his surprise, then turned his earlier attitude around to make a fragrant voice.

"Oh, yeah! I'm not the bad one! I was just told to do this kidnapping!

"... yeah. So who gave you the order?

"I don't know. I don't know your name or your face. It's just that I was ordered to do a lot of money when I opened the store, and close the store this day."

Wasn't even this man's will to run the bar?

It's a curious story, but Trice looked discouraged by the information the man had brought.

"But I don't know who ordered it."

"Oh, yes, I do. We really don't know anything about this kidnapping, because after we grab Sui Vermut, wait until we have an order! So forgive me!

"Are you serious about that?

"That would be good! You hate sin and you don't hate people! That's why it's bad for the person who ordered it all. We're not bad!

To what the man had to say, Trice sighed a grand sigh with a shuddering face.

But you remembered your earlier interaction with me, you stopped forcefully not to let happiness escape, and instead turned your bitter laugh at me.

"Total. You leave the rest to the Knights, don't you?

"I'm gonna do that."

"Oh well. You're right."

A man is still calling me something, but both me and Tris have completely lost interest in hearing it.

Then, shaking his head to forget the unpleasant, Trice turned to me.

"Total. You're making good progress towards the 'cocktail', aren't you?

"... for once, I intend to"

"Oh, my God."

Trice nodded twice, delighted.

Such a purposeful trick tickles my mind again.

"... hey, can I get some air outside"

"You don't have to give me permission."

"Heh heh, yeah."

Tell me, Tris put his hand on the door through Stasta and me.

In a different shape, I can certainly feel her signs behind me.

So abruptly, she said.

"Soon. Because I'll be able to go see you soon. I'll come get you."

"Huh?"

As I looked back, Trice left with the door shut.

I rushed after him and opened the door, but Trice was already gone.

"... Soon, when?"

The words whining in the hallway where no one was, after all, seemed to reach no one.

As if waiting for her to disappear, the footsteps of the Knights and thoughtfully Dosudos rang from afar.