'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"So how about this?

I receive the gun offered by the blue-haired woman, and I concentrate quietly.

Even when I say guns, the structure is different from the revolver type I usually use. Cylinders that can contain ammunition are the ones that go through it, but the details of the barrel and iron strike are different.

Pull the trigger to burst the magic that made it through. Essentially, he said, there's no need to add a physical shock to it.

"Basic Attributes (Base) 'Wotta', Pedigree (Pattern) 'Build', Material 'Orange Juice' Up"

With the proclamation, I picture a cocktail in my head.

Sweet citrus with orange juice and harmonious vodka alcohol. Easy to drink and dangerous, a glamorous cocktail.

My image gathers at my fingertips in the next moment, turned into magic for detonation.

Slowly flow to the bullet in the cylinder.

I couldn't put it into words well, but I felt a slight scratch.

When I finish loading the magic, I point the gun into a vast space with nothing.

Quietly pulling the trigger, he mouthed the cocktail's name.

"[Screwdriver]"

Pulling the trigger set fire to the demonic power of the detonation that was in the cylinder.

But that's it.

The mass of magic emitted from its muzzle turns into a slight light bullet to the extent that hair has grown in the magic of the water.

It was ejected with a weakness far from my image and disappeared with a pong and a small burst.

"... you mean fail again"

"... mmm"

The two women who were watching the condition could not hide their disappointment.

One is a blue-haired woman who handed me a prototype gun.

The ear peeking slightly from the hair looks a little more pointy than a human, an elf noine. Appearances only look like twenties, but he says he's already over three digits old.

The other is Iberis, a girl wearing a slightly coal stained work outfit.

The current location is one of the factories entrusted to Iberis for management. Wide space adjacent to the Atelier of Iberis, mainly for carrying out new developments.

It is a landscape room that is used to test the operation of the machine and for a variety of other applications.

Although it is a very large space with no features attached to it, is the only feature of the painting that is equipped with a bar counter?

"How was it as a feeling?

Neune has tried to calmly ask, suppressing his discouraged expression first.

I can't linguize well, I tell you something uncomfortable.

"After all, is this when you're running magic? It feels uncomfortable or scratchy."

"Is that it again"

To my sentiments, um, he roared and Neune silenced.

The errand Neune was talking about was a consultation about cocktail magic. It's not a store holiday today, but this is how I hang out with experiments because I'm off.

What is happening in this room is a prototype gun test operation.

A prototype gun is a new magical possibility that Neune has found. It is about guns made in experiments towards the practical application of cocktail magic.

What is cocktail magic in the first place? Simply put, it is a new magical phenomenon that exists on a different axis from what has been called magic.

There is magic in this world. It's a technology that gives definition and power to the energy of magic.

And the magic is also a special technique.

Only a handful of beings, such as those called wizards, who have a greater amount of magic than ordinary people, will be able to handle it under their own magic and training.

Few humans can use magic as magic. Most humans use magic only to use 'magic devices' that move to such an extent that they emit a small amount of magic.

But the technology I brought in, cocktails, had strange properties.

Originally, I guess one of the causes was the use of something like a source of magic called potion, not alcohol.

Once again, using the magic of 'ammunition' discovered from inside me, turning a cocktail into ammunition produced a magically similar effect by firing it out with a gun.

The fact also had the potential to change the position of previous wizards.

However, that was not available to 10,000 people.

Somehow, a practical level of magic is activated only if I ammunition the cocktails I make.

I basically saw the magic as protection and didn't think anyone would need it.

It was Neune, the elf, who needed it.

Elves originally go well with magic, but they don't like offensive magic. Even those girls can have the power to defend themselves if they can use cocktail magic.

She looked to that aspect of the cocktail where she was looking for strength for the purpose of her hiding defense.

As I mentioned, cocktail magic is something that, for some reason, only satisfies me.

That is why attempts are being made here day and night to change it for 10,000 people.

"You have no choice. Have a drink or something and take a break."

Then Noine said he made some adjustments but ended up not being able to leave a fragrant result.

Face not floating together and head to the provided bar counter.

The three of them get to their seats for now, and take a breath. Then it got funny.

"... no one can serve a drink if all three of you sit down"

Noine was pointing out what I thought.

I took a seat trying to drink something, but the counter without the bartender was just a chair.

I had no choice but to try to get up, but Neune stopped it.

"It's a good opportunity, so let me make something. Do you have any hopes?

"With something refreshing"

"Maybe the same feels good"

In response to Neune's inquiry, me and Iberis respond in a relaxed tone.

"Yes, I did."

Saying, Neune, who went inside the bar counter, began to prepare the glass with a familiar hand.

My relationship with Neune's mentor is also somewhat interesting.

Originally, Neune was an expert in pharmaceutical liquor. I needed that knowledge to make a certain liqueur, and Neune gave me the art of making that liqueur.

On a different side, Neune also needed cocktail technology for his own purposes.

Not so much a barter, but I also taught Neune how to make a cocktail.

When it comes to alcohol, I'm the disciple, and when it comes to cocktails, I'm the master. That kind of relationship was born between the two of us.

"[Gin Tonic]. What do you think?

After a while, it was [Jin Tonic] that Neune had put out.

It's a good place for her not to be surprised at these times. I graciously received the glass and took a bite.

The bitter sweetness of the tonic intertwines reasonably well with the crisp taste of the gini potion, with a very polite finish.

It's been about six months since I started teaching, but it's a very quick improvement.

"It's delicious. The basics are perfect."

"It's an honor to compliment you."

After honest words of praise, Neune calmly thanked him.

Iberis, who drank the same next to me, doesn't seem to have anything in particular to say and sends the same words as me. Where does the usual spiciness against Sally go?

Neune also drank her own cocktail and exhaled.

"... this one is refreshing for the real deal, even if it tastes good"

I felt a little sympathy for that tired voice.

"No, no, I think it's taking shape for a long time."

That was my undisputed intention.

More than six months after Neune stayed in this city and started researching guns. Much progress has been made in the meantime. Whatever you do, you've come to the point where something magical is activated.

The later issue is how to stretch it to a practical level, etc.

But Neune frowned at my words when I said, "No, it's not funny."

"I appreciate your comfort, but it just sounds ironic in the current situation with no consequences"

"... excuse me"

"... No, I'm sorry I said something that would hit me"

Neune slapped him on the forehead and then rubbed his temples off.

And then he starts whining about bumps and talking to himself.

"... as a theory, the direction should be right. You're right because you're still here to activate. But what is a scratch? Boosts magic, gives definition, something is wrong with the process. But I don't know what the problem is. Is the magic power not activated enough? Or is the definition giving birth? Applying any more control on the gun body would impose a significant constraint on the degree of freedom that is the property of the cocktail..."

Noine started immersing herself entirely into her world.

I don't even know the details of the magical matter, but I've also been briefed on the big frame when it comes to 'prototype guns' now.

My usual cocktail magic is what makes a cocktail into ammo and magic.

What I'm prototyping right now is loading the gun with material, making cocktails inside, and unleashing magic.

The prototype gun incorporates a magically activated auxiliary surgical formula.

To the magical fusion of ammunition, the aid of activation and the granting of directivity, the reinforcement of definitions and the role of 'guns' as' magic equipment ', etc.?

By doing so, they should be able to activate enough magic of power, even if they use ammunition other than mine.

However, in the current situation, like the earlier test, it is the mountain of Sekiyama that gives off a little light bullet.

"... I think making a cocktail would be simpler and better"

As I watched Neune, who kept haunting my head, that sentiment came out of my mouth.

moment. Like a scientist who made some serious discovery, Neune opened his eyes.

Yeah, and he puts his hand on the counter, and he looks at me and he asks.

"Mr. Evening Mist. What did you just say?

"Huh? More, simpler, what?

"... simple"

Having heard my words, Neune seems to have caught on to the word simplicity.

"Mr. Evening Mist. Why did you think it should be simpler?

"Why do you say that? Look, isn't a cocktail something that conveys the thoughts and technology of a maker directly? So, I don't know, it's complicated. Don't add any of that stuff, but I thought it might be simpler or better, but...?

……………………

Even when asked suddenly, magic is a gatekeeper. Somehow, I told him what I thought in making a cocktail.

Having heard that, Neune began to zero bumps and talk to herself again.

"... Simply. As it stands, maybe too much subsidies? If the activated formula is eliminated and the active state of the ammunition itself is utilized. No, that's not enough. I need assistance. But how? Something from outside the gun… internally or externally…"

While she's worried about bumps, I'm intrigued by the story of Iberis and no other love.

But it's also between bundles. Noine, with a hazy look on her face, looked at Iberis all the time, not me.

"Mr. Iberis. I could try something. Can you help us?"

The look on Neune's face I said shined like the child who found the treasure. That's not like the unfloating look I just had.

Seeing that face, Iberis smiles nicely as she is curious.

"Fine. Now I wonder what to make."

"I will change the design for a while. We use our hands to convey the image of the surgeon more directly, while compensating in some way for the eliminated functions."

"I don't know, yeah. Maybe it's better that way."

Between the two of us, some common perception seemed to have been made.

Iberis, after drying the glass all the way, gets up.

Neune also came out of the counter again, holding a prototype gun in his hand, and told me.

"Mr. Evening Mist. We apologize for all your efforts. I'll make a new prototype gun again, then, please."

"Okay. Nice to meet you."

In closing the words, Neune and Iberis followed Stasta and the room to the atelier.

The two expressions of trying something looked far more appealing than the distressed look.

But leave that alone.

I'll look over to the counter and take one.

"I mean. I'll take care of it."

I know you won't be able to see around the moment something opens up.

But at the very least, it was me who wanted you to take a word out of it, asking for a wash.