'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Good morning, Phil."

"Ah, good morning"

When I got to the washroom, there was a look of Phil who had already woken up and washed his face.

I said dormitories, but this building generally has a slightly different part of the fun than the dormitories I imagine.

To put it the same way, the bathroom and the bathroom may be the same, and basically we eat dinner in the dining room. In that sense, it could be more inconvenient than my house when I was living alone.

But a major feature of this building is that a counter that allows you to practice cocktails is installed underground.

It is certainly good to practice in your own room, but I have always thought it would be nice to have special equipment without going to the store and a place where I could take care of my disciples.

As a dorm, the number of rooms is small in itself, and each room is simple to make, but there are no problems. He said he wanted the sunless basement to be his bunk, also responding to the vampire brothers and sisters' demands.

A lot of money hung up, but for that matter, there was also an offer from 'somewhere', which did not pose a major problem.

That is why the majority of employees, excluding the Vermut family, currently live in the dormitories where they are established.

A painting of such a dormitory facility. A washing area lined with faucets where water comes out in a magical treatment.

The boy who washes his face with zero water from it and slightly wets his silver hair with a soft impression is Philott Kirishvasser.

A beautiful boy with a serene impression that the morning sun seems to suit him, but his essence rather suits him at night.

Because he's a vampire, not a human, and he's the first crack in two disciples I've ever taken.

"It's a beautiful day."

"Oh. I've become a body awakened by the sun, too."

I washed my face with cold water in the morning because of the proper conversation there.

A towel is gently offered from the side. When I thanked him and received him, he replied smartly, "No problem."

"I'm used to it."

"No. As much as this, compared to looking after Sally"

I was honestly impressed, but Phil was humble as he lit up.

In his words, I also realized that my other apprentice was not here.

"Speaking of which, what happened to Sally?

"Oh, uh, yeah"

When I put the girl's name in my mouth, Phil misses her face like it's hard to say.

Phil's twin sister, my other apprentice, Sartina Kirishvasser.

Well, they don't always act together, but they don't always act differently to come wash their faces.

"Eh, do you say she was practicing late yesterday as well"

"So you're a sleeper."

"... well, yes"

"Damn, he..."

There is only one conclusion to be drawn from how many words we have overlapped.

Breakfast time is set in this dorm. It is Corsica who has become the manager of the Easys farm and the manager of the dormitory who will be in charge of the meals.

Basically, she's the one entrusted with the care of the fields the Easies have, but the hassle goes hand in hand and the dorm job is taken on with a smile.

At the very least, let's keep the time tight to reduce her hassle like that. That should be the implicit understanding of those who live here.

As you can see, there's no silver-haired girl here.

"Looks like we're gonna make it to breakfast?

"Uh, uh"

"... he always woke me up to Rye."

Rye Vermut, second daughter of the Vermut family. Unlike my sister Sui Vermut, she was solid in a place like that.

I was basically up on my own, but still, occasionally, when I fell asleep in the sales the day before, it was something that woke her up.

Perhaps the biggest part of the harm of leaving the Vermut family is the outward guidance.

"Well, no. If you don't seem to be up by breakfast, wake him up."

Leave it to Phil to take care of Sally and turn her legs from the washroom to the front door.

Phil, who received my instructions, nodded and asked.

"Okay. - Are you going for a walk?

I answered that question like nothing.

"Oh. I've had a bit of a weird dream, I'll forget it"

Ha, and a light smile.

But maybe he's not laughing properly.

Phil lay his eyes on my words only for a moment, then grinned and smiled.

"Take care, then. Or do you want to follow me?

"He said he didn't need it. Don't worry about it."

Only this time did I really smile bitterly and wave at Phil.

The season was obscure between summer and autumn, but the blue, clear sky was a clear autumn sky.

There are some thin clouds floating in the distant blue that fall out.

The appearance of the clouds is not so different from what we are used to seeing in Japan. No, there's usually a slight difference, but the slightly dry climate suited the autumn sky.

Slowly take your gaze down from the sky and put your thoughts on this property.

The dorm is the size of an apartment. Smaller than a lord's mansion, but much bigger than a typical home.

And it should be noted that there were still vacancies on this site.

Until now, even if we use the land every time we think of it, we still have plenty of vacancies.

To be honest, I didn't see how I could make use of this space in the future.

Expanding the field is more than enough to hold on to on the Easy's scale. In other words, the bulk of the ingredients are purchased, so it doesn't need to be much bigger than experiments with cultivating magic grass in the first place.

However, even if it were to be a production plant for the necessary materials (mainly juices, etc.) in the bar sector, no further breadth would be required. It's out enough at this stage.

Whether you're looking to expand further mass production and sales channels, that's already a job out of my hands.

I've been in this world for a year and a half.

I've been doing the urgent challenges that appear before me one after the other.

In doing so, the foundational part of the 'cocktail' has come in order. What I had to do was visibly diminishing.

I still have the extra use of what I need. This site seemed to overlap with my mood like that.

I'm losing the discernible signpost in front of me, and now, what are we going to do?

I was going out for a walk by myself to forget about my dream.

But walking here, on the contrary, reminds me more and more clearly of the content of my dreams.

Life is always asking me what that means. Yes, she said.

What you see behind you is a dorm that is already much smaller. Closer to the suburbs and far from the vast majority of people, it is in this place.

Connection with people is a path that leads along vast grounds. A pastoral atmosphere, stone roads.

If you look a little to the left, a number of factory groups managed by Iberis. A horrible, modern flock of buildings, like those on opposite poles of the pastoral atmosphere.

If you look to the right, it's starting to change a lot from summer, row of fields. While we try to follow the road, it continues freely.

And if you look forward, a vast piece of land that goes on everywhere. Of course, in some border it won't belong to the Easys anymore, but there's no point in thinking about it.

Without any clue, I've already got everything I need, and it's still all that 'blank' in front of me.

I suddenly felt white in front of me and closed my eyes thinly.

Take a quiet deep breath, then hold hands several times and close.

I'm fine. I'm right here, I'm standing like this.

Yes, to my head and heart, I repeat, I sent it in.

"Yo, total. It's morning, but what's the dusk?"

I accidentally heard a voice from behind.

If I looked back in a hurry, there was a friend there who was close to my age, the easiest to talk to.

"Bergamo. Good morning."

"Ooh. Good morning."

If I say hello with a smile, Bergamo will give it back.

Slightly, the ears of the beast attached to him moved slightly. Just a little bit, maybe I felt this exchange shine.

"So, what were you doing?

"Nothing. I was just looking at you a long time ago."

"Hmm."

I was answering honestly, without spitting lies. Bergamo stands next to me as he responds vividly to my response.

Then, I look forward and, ha, exhale.

"I don't see anything."

"Right. I don't see anything either."

The honest response continues.

Bergamo looked me in the face and said blush.

"... what were you looking at?"

"... I wonder what you were looking at"

Exchanges that don't think about anything like that. An awkward silence engulfed us.

Then Bergamo had a blatant twinkle on his face.

"I knew it was a little weird, total. It's darker than usual, you."

"... bad. I'm a little out of shape."

Pointing out it was dark, I was stuck in words.

I just fixed the outside, and it doesn't change my nature or anything.

No matter how much interpersonal skills you hone, no matter how much you think about people's feelings, no matter how much time you have to smile and touch them. There is a part at the bottom of my mind that remains the same.

The root that forms me now is that 'someone' can't do anything without pulling me, stay me...

No!

What are you thinking? I am.

Because you're feeling weak, what are you going to do about it that you're going to deny yourself right now?

I guess I wasn't looking forward to stopping.

"It's okay. I'll be right back."

I smiled consciously at Nica.

Bergamo laughs a little bitterly at it and then returns it to good health.

"That was good. Well, it's time for breakfast, so don't be late. It's Corsica's breakfast. If it gets cold, I'll kick your ass."

"Tell him that's not me, Sally. I'd rather just bust it and wake it up."

"Right."

If you tap each other lightly, your mind's engine will also start running. The joke's mouth is turning too.

With a little more, you won't have to be conscious to get back to the usual me.

"... well, I'll help Corsica a little too."

"Ooh."

Bergamo said, and went back to the dorm with the sleaze.

Well, how did he get here?

... Maybe you listened to me around Phil and came to see how things were going with concern.

"... I want to. You'll always be a girly man. I'll be damned."

Shake your head with a boom.

And I looked at his feet.

Even if you can't see the front, if you put your feet forward, humans can walk.

If you look at your feet, the path to follow is solid.

So now, you just have to move on until you see something.

There must be a vague 'cocktail' ahead of us.

That's how I left something behind, and I decided to go back to the dorm for breakfast, too.