'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

I hear the male guests just stopped by for a flurry. I ate about two ales and a light knob and left the store.

But maybe he left avoiding an exchange between me and Guinura.

Apologizing for being a little loud and annoying, the woman laughed happily.

"It's fine. Because a lot of people are quite free to come to us. We don't care."

"That's what you said."

"What more, have you solved your problem?

I nodded vaguely at the woman's questioning.

"Yeah, but you look good."

"Good face, is it"

"Yeah. Somehow, he's got a blown out face"

I didn't give anything back to the woman.

After all, there is no clear answer. If you don't become a god too, like what is right if you choose, you don't know.

But it's up to me what I want to answer.

Maybe, but what Ibuki said then is something similar.

There is no answer to life. There is no answer to the question of who I am.

But if the answer is who you want to be, you can decide within yourself.

I don't know what things will be like around me. Human beings do not have the freedom to choose what happens around them.

But whether you enjoy what happens around you or not is within your grasp. It is Ibuki's chosen way of life that she wants to be able to enjoy.

I don't know if life was fun for him. But he decided to enjoy his life.

Whether fortunate or unhappy, what happens ahead.

Even if, as a result of that choice, you were to lose your life.

Even if I applied it to a "cocktail" and realized it, I don't really think that her death was an enjoyable event.

And I can't even choose what to think of the existence of Trice.

Still, I want to spread the cocktail as a 'good thing'. That's why I'm going as far as I can, standing up and laying down the form of a cocktail.

I don't mind if they tell me I'm tied to a cocktail.

I chose that because it was me.

... because it's supposed to be me.

"As far as I'm concerned, I just want you to come."

The woman said what she saw in my expression, with a grin and an attractive grin, something she was willing to do business with.

Then I glimpse Guinura drinking ale with a clear face.

"Guinura, I'm a little relieved to have these people with me."

Would the whole five seconds have solidified, said Guinura so?

After the stiffness finally broke off, I replied out of between.

"Yes?"

"Is that it? You must be my friend, right?

In that word, Guinura looks at me.

The eye that opens to the eye just matches my eye.

And he complained to the woman after wrinkling between his brows in a very discerning way.

"I'm not kidding. Is such a man my friend? [M] A good place to get to know each other, and no, it's a place where precision is the business enemy. Even if you're wrong, are you friends or something?"

I was impressed by the clarity of Guinura's words.

Even if it is a destination store, can you deny the older opponent so grandly their guess?

Women look at me. He said silently, "Really? He's been asking."

"Well, we're not friends. Because of this guy, our store was in a lot of trouble, harassed, and then, well, I got moderately angry."

"Shut up. I don't mind saying bad things about you, but I'm pissed you're gonna say bad things to me."

"Return exactly as it is"

There is a lot going on and we decide not to interfere with each other, but if we open the lid, this is what it looks like.

Mr. Heliconia, Guinura's father, has a lot to take care of, and much to respect. But his son is not a man of his kind who wants to be involved for what he wants.

That's our relationship, but women laugh at Guinura all the time.

"But you, Guinura. Doesn't look like a lot more fun today than usual."

"Become"

"You're in a bad mood. I'm having a good time today. I hate it."

Guinura, who was pointed out, clogged her words like she had been poked through a painful spot.

"Really? Ginulla I know is always like this."

"That's right. You're the type of person who wants to be a little bit more involved with this person."

"Uh, that's for sure"

"Me, don't classify me on your own!

Ginula declared even more unpleasant as she gaveled at the female Ginula review.

"Don't be ridiculous. He said I cared about you. That's not possible."

"You don't care?

"You don't care. I'm not as free as you are. [M] Even so, as the next top, I'm busy with things."

That's what Guinura declared.

I can't tell you how busy I am as the next top or believe me because of that body I had when I met you.

But the truth is, I also heard rumors of the wind that it seemed to be right.

I mean, he seems to be keeping as busy as possible with the next top of "Aurantiaca".

Not long before I arrived, Guinura and her surroundings had a bad reputation in the tavern. Mr. Heliconia is a famous man who will be placed at first and second sight in this city, but he was told that his son is no good.

That's when I stop hearing about my flattering bad reputation. On the contrary, these days, we start to hear things differently.

We're talking about Guinura gathering popularity in 'Aurantiaca'.

Rumors were spreading that people working there would listen and take on the role of piper with business improvement and upper management.

"Are you sure you're serious?"

I was half-hearted when I heard those rumors, and I overheard them.

The opposing Guinura glances at me and says in a slightly lower voice.

"... Shit, you're a really angry guy. You are. If I worked for you, would that be unpleasant?

"No, I think it's a good thing."

".................. Hmm"

To be honest, Guinura just sounded her nose gently and turned to Yale again.

Women don't say anything just to see how we are and laugh at us. If I say something, I guess it's because I know Guinura will be angry again.

But behind such a woman, my husband says polarity again.

"You're the type of people who write" good enemies "and read" friends. "

At least, I don't agree. I don't agree, but I listen.

but Guinura, who had ale in his mouth, was different. I was upset as much as I could and put the liquid into the trachea, which was grandiose. After it settles down, stand up from the chair you've been sitting in and deny it.

"I'm not kidding! You need a man like this for my friend!

My husband softened up in the way he faced Guinura's denial.

But I was a little concerned about what Guinura said and asked.

"Oh, you had friends in the first place?

"That's rude. You really are!

Guinura turns her eyes to my words, and then she gets a little silent.

Such a few silences in my head, like searching for people I can call my friends.

Then I said blush.

"... Albao, or something"

"............... right"

Guinura said Arbao is probably the same person I thought Arbao was.

A potion shop all the way north of the city - "White Oak," a big store that can also be called a rival of "Aurantiaca" - is where a young man of the same age, who works, is Albao Graysnor.

Me and Guinura accidentally went to 'White Oak' for training at the same time, where the three of us used to act together.

At that time, it was Albao who had stopped me and Guinura from turning back.

Me and Guinura aren't friends, but Albao could be said to be friends on both sides.

"... Hmm. It's good. Those who stand on top do not need close friends, etc. Just a few people you can trust."

Somehow, it was an atmosphere that seemed to end up feeling lonely.

The woman who sees it laughs bitterly as she thinks to change the subject successfully here. If I was on the store's side, I would say one thing that was good and try to stop the customer from connecting to the store.

But the place moved before the woman said anything.

My anxious husband sees how Guinura is doing, and he pinches his mouth trying to change the air somehow.

"Oh, yeah! Because Mr. 'Bartender' is here, why don't you make me something?

By no means did your husband intend to stir up Guinura further.

I just must have accidentally spoken of myself as a rumored bartender and just managed to change the subject.

But the only thing that made Guinura look even worse was for sure.