'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Ha! This guy's a masterpiece!

I don't know what to do with people's misfortunes, like cooking up other people's stories.

That's a good story to hear, but I get a little frustrated with boulders when they react so much.

"What's the matter with you talking to yourself?"

"If you hear too many stupid solitaires, you'll laugh."

…………

Ira, don't get seriously angry over it, you bastard. I shouldn't have told you.

And when I left Guinura alone in tension, the two clerks looked all together difficult.

What I said in the end is that a different approach has emerged to the 'cocktail' dissemination campaign that I am currently carrying out.

We can also continue the way we have done so far, but using a different approach could yield better results.

But of course, it can also cause bad consequences.

Protect a cocktail in its present state or bet a cocktail on an unknown future. I consulted the status quo so that I could understand it to that extent.

"It's always hard to talk about that."

Eventually, women choose words so that they are more unusual.

"Even I had a lot going on until I started a shop with that guy. There are many things that have changed with that, and things that have not. I have a lot of regrets. My biggest regret is being with someone like that."

"It's terrible."

"I'm just kidding."

Women's opinions, of course, were understandable. After understanding it, I thought it was a general theory.

I can't really say what I stepped into because this one blurs and says it. Even if it wasn't, as a clerk, I wouldn't be able to go too deep into new customers and ask.

Not to mention she doesn't even know the cocktail's past. How can I give you accurate advice?

Still, the woman gets sincere and gives me her own opinion.

"Either good or bad is probably the choice. But I think what matters is that you can choose. There are people in the world who make up their minds without having to choose. Compared to these people, you can only choose to save them."

"... yes, right"

Better to choose than not to.

The woman's opinion was understandable. I understood, but I had nothing but a vague grin back.

I know that. Now that I know, I'm worried about which one to choose. Her point is that my 'troubles' are happier than 'trouble-free'.

Still, I'm glad she gave me a serious opinion. I thanked him because I thought so.

"Thank you"

"... yeah, I'm sorry"

Women were women, too, laughing bitterly at me.

This teething relationship also belongs to clerks and customers. You don't know me. If you're here, then what you're doing is wishing. In the first place, if you talk to someone who doesn't know the circumstances and solve them, they should be easier to solve if you know the circumstances.

In the first place, I didn't talk to you when I was worried. So at times like this, I don't know what to do.

I'm thinking about talking to Mr. Oyaji, but that guy will never give me an answer. I'm the type of person who doesn't give obvious advice on what I should worry about and decide.

... or...

"How long have you been laughing?"

"Come on. Oh, I'm so sorry. Your cliché is funny."

Even while I was talking to a woman, it was Guinura who hadn't chewed up the laughter next door.

What do you think people are worried about, the words took me to my throat, but there were more words I cared about than that.

I was sick and tired of my heart, but I still heard it with an unpleasant face.

"What are you talking about?

To my question, Guinura stopped laughing until then.

Then you look at me with cold eyes.

"It will be decided. It's the price you've always paid for avoiding choices."

"... what is that? What have I been avoiding?"

"So it's a choice. You've always been unconscious of easy choices when you're at various crossroads."

Easy choice, the first thing that came to mind when I was told was about Suey or Sally.

Being spoiled for maintaining the status quo, not communicating anything clearly, because they haven't said anything decisive.

But that's just not making a choice. If you are compelled to make a choice, the answer then is fixed.

... Decided? What am I gonna give back?

"Don't you notice? You've only chosen 'cocktails' when you've been forced to choose something, haven't you? When something bothered me, I was sweet that if I chose" Cocktail, "that would be fine."

To Guinura's words, I was hacked.

Because they say I'm a cocktail idiot or something. Because that's normal. Neither I nor the people around me were conscious.

But half outsider Guinura made that point clearly.

When I was forced to make some big choices, I was always making decisions based on 'cocktails'.

That's what I'm looking for, so believe me, so I've always tilted my balance.

Sometimes, even by forceful means, I solved it with a cocktail, and with it I've been doing well. It was gone.

"That's why I came back to you. You've never made a choice before. You're a 'cocktail' and 'cocktail' choice, you can't choose. It's not bothering me. It's just coming around."

I was frustrated by Guinura's words.

Aware of his frustrated self, suspicion arose in a corner of his head that was about to boil.

I was wondering if it's frustrating because somewhere in my mind I feel like it's a graphic star.

"... it's like saying something that I understand."

"Okay, it's not the wind. I know. I wonder where the problems you blur and convey are connected."

Guinura quickly ran out of confidence.

Before speaking in a breath, whisk the ale at hand to cool down. I glanced at the empty glass and then told the clerk woman.

"I wonder if I could get another drink. Thoughtful, cold ones are good."

"... right. I get it. It's in the back. I'm gonna take my seat off a little bit."

"I'm sorry."

Hearing Guinura's words, the woman answered calmly.

My husband sees Kyoton, a woman and Guinura against such a woman.

"Huh? If you want to go get it, you do it."

"Fine, I'll go."

As it was, the woman took her husband, who looked at Kyoro and how she was, and took her seat off.

Guinura thought she wanted to talk to you about something you didn't really want her to hear.

I just pulled into the backyard of this store, but to the extent that it does, I trust Guinura.

Then Guinura said, not with an earlier grin or a chilling grin, but with a seemingly boring Buddha top surface, still seriously.

"... I kind of have a neighborhood on what you call a 'different approach'. You didn't forget, did you? Who was the first person to eat what you call another cocktail?"

"............... oh well"

My memory traced back to about a year and a half ago.

Just the first day I opened a store in this world. Sui cautioned me about the 'cocktail', which caused it in the first place.

That's why I fired the 'cocktail' with a bullet like I was being led by something.

That opponent. That's exactly what this, Guinura, was.

"My bodyguard is the first, to be exact, but I still know your 'cocktail' unwillingly, I am."

That day, Guinura saw the 'cocktail' up close enough to pass out. Apart from Guinura, there are a few humans who actually ate it, but none of them have seen the magic of the 'level of death'.

Then again, every time he has seen the magical side of 'cocktails'.

For once, Guinura, who is supposed to be the furthest from 'cocktails' in my acquaintance, may be one of the best acquaintances with 'cocktails' as magic.

"I don't even know the details. But the reason that elf woman stays all the time. The reason that the drone is stuck. And to the rumor that Sui is haunting your head, your troubled. With some information gathered, I know what's bothering you."

…………

You're a stalker, and I would slap even one of the light-hearted ones.

But it's not an atmosphere where you can make jokes like that. Ginulla, like that lightweight walking around in her clothes, looks like she doesn't like it at all, but she's looking straight at me.

"Is mass production of your 'gun' complete? It may still be in the theoretical stage, but you were still forced to make a choice. Will you leave that 'magic' in the world as a 'cocktail'? It's not a cocktail, it doesn't serve a purpose."

Somehow the person I thought was the furthest from consulting my troubles had come right to my side.

It's not regular or anything. I don't even know about cocktails. If you're not on my side, you're not my friend. Someone like that is near my problem.

"That's why I said it. Your problem is, until now, all you have to do is pick a" cocktail, "a magnificent penchant for you."

".................. sorry"

"I didn't say apologize. Because I'm not in a position to take any responsibility for your choices. And I'm not taking any responsibility for what I'm about to say."

Guinura's irresponsible words can never be a reason to blame him. Because you're right.

I guess Guinura is going to tell me something, knowing what's going on with me.

And that's what I'm trying to tell you never to pepper.

Guinura snorts there, uh, gently.

"... I can't let you two go off forever. I know your situation. [M] With that premise, you just have to listen."

"Why are you two here?

"... nothing. I don't care what you talk about that could change the world in a pub at the end of the day because it's decided to be laughed at."

Guinura said as she slapped her hatred. But I guess the truth is you're worried about those two.

It's not a lie that it could change the world. If you hear such a big story, even at one end, you two could get caught up in something.

Until then when I said I overthought it, but still Guinura wanted to keep the two of them away from danger.

So, Guinura made me take them off, and then she told me.

He said he could listen to my troubles.

"You've changed a lot."

"Shut up. Cocktails, cocktails, loud people won't tell you."

Guinura's face had no illuminated color, and she really didn't seem to like it.

At least, that was the look on his face.