'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

After a lively lunch at the city's fixer, I slowly practiced in my room and killed my time. It is good that Iberis also found it when it was time to go to the store and had one more person to luxury.

And a little early, but before evening, I decided to head over to the Vermut family.

It's a path I'm used to going through, but it's fresh when I walk at sunrise. At this time, the direction of travel was usually the opposite, because I was heading from home to the store.

Many people in the city have become familiar with each other. Walking down the road, I encounter a good acquaintance, and he talks to me wondering if I'm bluffing at this hour.

I don't find it depressing. When I think they recognize me as a part of this city, I twitch a little.

If asked why I was walking, I politely taught each and every one of them what they were for today. I thought it was funny and hilariously legged and honestly glad they laughed.

That's why I sometimes think on one side of my mind like that.

What do I want to do next?

The purpose of Sui is to open a fine potion shop. And saving people in that potion.

I've been working with her in the form of a cocktail.

And now that it's been a year and a half, they're finally showing up with that effect.

That's what the lord told me.

The poor people who live in this city. They seem to be dying of magic deficiencies less and less.

Magic deficiency is caused by the use of magic that resides in the human body beyond its own tolerance.

Magic is also used to maintain the body, and it depletes the magic to maintain it, and if it doesn't recover in time, it will die.

Many of the reasons for falling into magic deficiencies are whether they are attacked by demons like those who take away magic - the abuse of magic devices that ignore safety.

Magic devices are the foundation of life in this world. In modern Japan, electricity is used to move machines, but in this world magic is used to move magic devices.

The things I said about lighting, getting water out of faucets, and lighting stoves are mostly magically caused.

The magic device seems to be, in principle, magical in a way that can be handled by 10,000 people.

Normally, using a magic device does not consume as much magic as falling into a magic deficiency disorder. but that can happen if you overuse it.

And the poor are poor, but therefore often get dangerous jobs. Sometimes they are forced to work harshly. Sometimes they suffer from magic deficiencies due to external or internal factors.

Even if you suffer from magic deficiency, if you are in an early state, you can get back into shape by ingesting magic from the outside in potions.

But potions are basically expensive drugs. So poor can't cope with magic deficiencies. The result is death without any treatment.

But the death toll is decreasing.

And in proportion to that, there is an increasing deal for cheap demon stones.

Would it be complacent to think that cocktails are the result of a little penetration into the city?

Anyone can make a cocktail as long as they know how to make it.

Differences in technology do change the more they work, but they are much cheaper and work than buying a finished potion.

Did you come directly to our store or did you hear the story somewhere? Anyway, cocktails did begin to reach those poor people.

Ultimately, it would be nice to remove the very cause of magic deficiency, but putting it aside, the fact that there are fewer deaths is a visible achievement.

The story was personally passed on to me by the lord, and I haven't told Sui yet.

I heard it the other day, and I plan to make that a souvenir story of today.

With that in mind, my footsteps are just a little, heavy.

Sui's goal manifests itself as a definite form. How about me on the other side?

To spread the cocktail to this world, we first made the store certain. That's good.

Now, make a store with some bottles, and what can you do next?

Also looking for a potion tournament to compete in?

Want to work out a more effective way to promote it with the Safina Chamber of Commerce?

Do we entrust what we can to our disciples and even embark on a missionary journey?

The last one is a joke, but you'll still have to decide something.

What should I do to pursue the cocktail more deeply? Working for no reason, even making money, doesn't make sense.

"... are we there?"

When I was thinking, my foot, which was moving on its own, was carrying me to my destination without me knowing.

A house of nostalgia where I've come to this world and spent over a year. A place that, in a way, can also be called a second home. It is a large, nostalgic place where there was a little room for the four of us to live.

...... how easy would it be to get there like this if you were walking without thinking about it sooner or later?

"Well, I wonder what Rye said"

Thoughts are temporarily interrupted, and I stand in front of the Vermut family and often recall my promises to Rye.

If it was me before, I wouldn't hesitate to open the wooden door and go inside, but today it was an arrangement I wouldn't.

It was a while ago that I decided to come visit this house, but it was Rye who promised at that time.

And Rye said. He told Sui that he was going to keep it a secret that I was coming.

I immediately realized the sincerity of her proposal.

Today, Rye's pre-construction is about turning me into a new culinary experimental table.

But if Sui finds out about it, she can help cook or something.

It's not like I have a problem with her technology. It's her taste that has the problem.

Whatever dish the recipe is fixed for, you can't mix a swim in a dangerous place like the experimental bench for a new dish. No one will be happy.

So only Suey in this house doesn't know I'm coming today.

There is no human being in this house who does not want to be amused by such a situation. Neither do I.

If so, Itaz - it would be polite to plant even one of the surprises.

"Mmm. Ah."

Gently check your throat condition in front of the front door. My voice will soon be found out by Sui, and you should change your voice a little bit.

And this is what the operation I planned with Rye is all about.

"Sorry! By mail! I'm here to deliver something important -!

I say in a slightly taller voice, not like the usual voice or the one in business. This is the time to deliver 'important things'.

I guess that reached Rye in the kitchen. From inside the house, Rye shouted.

"Sister! I can't let go of my hand, so get out instead!

Then I waited a bit.

Where was Sui then? If you were in the living room, you could come out a little sooner, but it's taking a lot of time.

But there was no fluttering and rushing noise, and after a little while, the front door opens.

"... excuse me. It's late. What?

Sui opened the door slightly more than 100 million times, and I had a perfect eye.

When Sui realizes I was the one outside the front door, she circles her eyes as if surprised. Then he loosened his cheeks just a little happy, noticed something, and immediately after that he blued his face.

"... be? What the...?

"Uh, good morning? Sui?"

"Buh! Oh! Oh!

With an un-languaged scream, Sui closed the door with batan momentum.

And then I close the keys and get into a state of complete lockdown on me.

But no matter how much you deluded me at this moment, the look of Sui coming out the front door, the outfit, was firmly engraved in my eyes.

Her lustrous blue hair, which was also her charm, was as bumpy as it had just happened, weirdly swollen and habitual.

And most importantly, it may be a cold season, but the clothes I wear put the utmost emphasis on the protection against the cold, it was a dull room outfit.

Well, dare I say, does it look like someone else doesn't really want to see it?

"Why!? Why are you here?

From across the closed door, there was a rare and truly confusing voice for Sui.

"No, you promised Rye."

"Rye, no, no!

Shortly after he heard my response, Sui ran away with such a scream and a doodle of footsteps.

... erm, do I also remain as tight as one day under this cold sky?

If I thought so, I immediately heard a rattling and unlocking noise and someone opened the door.

"... you"

Beyond that, there was Mr. Oyaji, who looked all sorts of things I did.

I don't want to get mad at you for jokes of this magnitude, but let me tell you something in some cases. Mr. Oyaji, with such a troublesome look, would also be rare inside.

Well, I don't want to be pissed off, so I guessed early.

"Uh, because the main culprit is Rye"

He vividly shifted blame to Rye, but Mr. Oyaji just sighed loudly.

"... good. After you were gone, Sui was definitely too loose."

"Um?"

"Nothing. Come in because it's good. It's cold."

Sorry to bother you.

When I tried to get into the house with Mr. Oyaji's permission, I didn't get a fist bone for a long time.

While holding Jinjin and his aching head, I glanced at Mr. Oyaji with tears.

"What!

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Mr. Oyaji looks like he doesn't seem funny to me like that. But I'm not angry.

I think about it for a little while, then I think about it more. Then, while I was feeling slightly awkward, I said:

"... I'm home"

"Hmm. Come on in."

That's all Mr. Oyaji said in a bluff. Then, just turn your back and go back inside with Stasta just to see if you know anything about me.

But that voice was playing just a little bit, and I was happy about that.