'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

When I broke up with Guinura and wanted to head to the dorm, I noticed the gaze staring at me.

Quietly under the instant night of the stars, a girl with fantastic blue hair looked at me with the same blurry face.

Apparently, the 'gun' adjustment I've been making since daylight dropped a paragraph. I could see comfortable fatigue, even without exchanging words.

The far-sighted Iberis workshop lights are still on. I guess I've come for a little outside air to change my mood.

"Tired, Sui"

"Welcome back, total"

When I put in the words of labor, Sui has said such a greeting.

She tells me, I laugh slightly.

"I don't think it's been a while since Sui told me to come back."

"Yeah. 'Cause the whole thing is, you're not coming back to us"

I kind of missed it and laughed, but Sui looked a little uninteresting.

I hear this won't be a pleasure. I immediately changed the subject.

"Have you finished adjusting?

"About half? Maybe another time later, I'll have the total touched."

Copy that.

I answered lightly. There's nothing I can do to help. When they say touch, they just touch it.

But I guess my voice told me that some of the things that bothered me during the day were refreshing.

Sui circled her eyes as if surprised, then looked at me surprised.

"Did Guinura blow you into something weird?

"Why?"

"Because the total is so soon, the"

During the day, when asked what to do with the cocktail as' magic ', I was in the mood for a heavy and painful inquiry.

That was passed around, and I guess Sui thought I'd be more bothered.

"Well, there's definitely something about talking to Guinura and plumping it up"

It was Guinura's opinion, which has been sticking together, that showed the way to my troubles.

When I answer that, Sui tells me with a face she doesn't know if she's joking or serious.

"Did you decide in the direction of harassing Guinura?

"You really hate ginula, sui"

When I laughed bitterly, Sui loosened the edge of his mouth slightly, as he claimed to have made a joke. From the edge, it almost turns to faceless.

As always, she is a girl who lacks facial expressions when she is primitive. But that's where we hang out. Her loose emotional expression also became apparent to some extent.

With that in mind, I'll shake her childhood story from Fujimura.

"Hey, sui. Do you remember when Sui first met Guinura?

…… Hmm? I don't remember. "

"... Guinura said something like we first met in a magic class."

"It is. In the first place, I don't remember taking a magic class seriously."

Sui told me to blur and recall what had happened to Guinura with regret.

I guess this is Guinura's mistake. Guinura made a mistake, which is why Sui's memory is to this extent.

If Guinura had leaned against Sui in the first place, she would not have forgotten to meet Guinura either.

But you can't make the wrong choice later.

"What's wrong with that?

"No. Never mind."

"Mmm."

I heard it out of curiosity, but from here on out, it's also about me sticking my neck in.

Unless Guinura wants to repair the relationship, she'll take extra care of it.

I saw my story was over. Sui asks here this time.

"So total. What did you decide to do?

Sui's question was straightforward. It was straight as the light of the stars floating at night.

She didn't do anything to peek at my complexion.

You could delude yourself and ask easily. I heard it directly from the front.

I guess it's because I have the insistence that I'm facing 'cocktails' again. That's why you're in a good position to take my choices.

I didn't answer her right away, though.

"That's the prototype gun. Don't you think it's pathetic to call 'prototype gun' all the time?

"Huh?"

To the abrupt conversion of the topic, Sui, who had a slightly stiff face until just now, gave a distracted voice.

The "prototype gun" I referred to is that "black gun" I touched during the day.

Though in the prototype phase, this is the first time in this world that a cocktail-only 'magic device' has been completed.

Not a beverage cocktail, of a cocktail as magic, the first step.

"Because this is the first gun I was born with. It will be the prototype of the gun that may be born in the future. Because it's the first gun."

"... from now on, that means"

It's a far-fetched way of saying it, but my will did pass to Sui.

I don't destroy gun blueprints. I don't intend to actively spread it, but I do leave it as a form.

As a drink, if anyone can't save a cocktail alone. If anyone can save it if it's magic (cocktails).

Leave it as a way to do that so that you can save the person. That's my choice.

"... ok. So, what's your name?

"Oh. Name"

Sui mustn't go deep. Try to get on the first topic I talk about.

Born in this world, it's the first Demon Gun. Something, I want to give you a special name.

That's what I thought. I ran through one name that was in my head.

"" Victor Frankle ""

Sue tips her neck to the name I abruptly pronounced.

Probably because it sounded like something I'd never heard before.

"Is that a total world word? What's that supposed to mean?

Originally, it was a person's name. The name of an amazing person that I can explain.

But I don't know him very well.

Still, the person's name came out of his mouth now. Without knowing what he had become, Torisu Ibuki used to say something to me.

So it's a little different from a person's name. What's the point of my being in this name?

"'Freedom of choice'"

To my answer, Sui nodded that he had a point.

"Cocktails are available in a variety of ingredients to suit the situation. Naturally, that can also be said for magical use. So the magic of cocktails means you have freedom of choice?

I smiled and nodded vaguely at Sui's words.

I thought you'd be taken for that, and I'm not willing to deny that.

If you take the sound of words naturally, you'll be right. It also makes no difference that it is an aspect of the cocktail.

But it's not what I meant.

'Freedom of choice' means that the person who receives it has the right to choose how to treat it.

And I want you to use it for the right thing. You know the cocktail, but you don't, but I don't want you to touch it the wrong way.

It's my job as a bartender to keep showing you what's right.

Wishes and commandments. The name with the pledge and constraint was' Victor Frankle '.

"I think it would be good if we didn't have to use 'guns' in the future."

"Yeah."

Quiet, Sui hammered.

"But if 'guns' spread beyond this, I don't mind. I want you to use that for the right thing. I want 'cocktails' to be a means of saving someone, as Sui first told me."

"Yeah."

Again, Sui hammered him with no expression.

"And 'bartender' always wants me to make 'cocktails' for someone. That was my conclusion."

"Yeah."

Three times, Sui hammers. I just got a little nervous.

"... properly, are you listening?

"I'm listening."

When I checked, Sui pointed her lips slightly just to say she was out of her mind.

"I think the same thing. Like I've been saved by a total cocktail, it's good to have someone saved by a cocktail in any way."

That being said, Sui undoes the lips she was pointing at.

No, I'll undo it and then, furthermore, lift the edge loosely.

Today I was just surprised by Guinura's grin, but I was to be surprised again.

"Because I like 'cocktails' too............ yeah. I like it, so"

Sui had a grin that was too discerning, not the usual faceless.

Blue hair flows and sweet scent reaches the tip of my nose. The appeal of the originally neat looking girl is more accentuated by the difference in facial expressions.

Tokun and I felt like my heart had bounced. At the same time, Zukin and chest ached.

I didn't know how to be good, and for some reason, I looked at him.

"... what, that face"

Sui looks at me surprised again because I don't know what I look like.

But for some reason, a bartender-like response blew out of my head. The words don't come together well and what I thought comes out with my mouth shut as it is.

"Uh, no. I wonder what it is. Sorry, it was so beautiful."

"Hey, what's the sudden compliment?

"No, not flattery. Because it was really, uh, beautiful."

To my words, Sui looks angry like he's lit up. But I look alike.

Compliments that usually come out on their own, conscious as not to give, are sexually embarrassing.

So, when I'm shy, it's like it propagated, it's a cycle that makes Sui even more embarrassed.

Each other, before anything went wrong, Sui gained momentum and put out the words.

"Anyway! Because I love 'cocktails'"

"... oh, thank you"

"So, total"

Sui looks straight at me.

I don't have a glass on hand, but I made a hand shape to hold the usual [Gin Lime], and he put it up on me.

"Keep up the good work"

Sui smiled again, plainly.

But I didn't panic this time. Thanks to her bare gesture of holding a glass, I, as a bartender, was firmly on the table.

"Welcome. Greetings."

And the two of us struck a glass of illusion. It's a glass with a clueless [Gin Lime] that's somewhat special among us.

I did it until we both drank it up, and I went crazy and laughed.

Sui once again said she was going back to Iberis' workshop and suggested I go see how it went too, but that was rejected.

When you call me, they decide it's the last finish.

Me and Sui broke up there and I decided to go back to my room.

Even after I left Sui, I couldn't help but think of her unlike smile.

"……… Cheers"

Fall on your back onto your own floor, gently cutting the sky with a cup of illusion that you don't even know who you pointed it at.

The voice dissolved quietly into the air, like a syrup draped in a glass.

It's been a dark day. There were a lot of things.

But a lot more will happen tomorrow.

I still don't have enough ambition to enjoy everything that happens.

But I'm ready enough to face it without turning away. I made it today.

I'm going to open the way for a cocktail even more like a bartender.

That's my job for giving 'prototype gun' the meaning of 'freedom of choice'.

"... it starts tomorrow, too,"

Don't ask anyone to reply, I shrugged and closed my eyes again.

Soon my consciousness will melt into melting.

In the meantime, there's an image of someone on the pretend, and I put a glass in that person's hand.

But I still didn't know why that person was.