'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Then for a while, I was turning the conversation around, gauging how far I could go to touch the stories of the Demonic Age.

Conversations with Albao haven't been particularly jammed in a long time.

And surprisingly, I didn't get the impression that even in conversation with Rosemary, other than at first, it was difficult to talk.

From what I've seen, she seems to empty up, anyway, when she's too conscious of Sui.

Otherwise, however, it seemed thoughtful and the type to grasp the intent of these words and provide an accurate response.

Well, the response was flawed by the balls that seemed great naturally... but he was more of a conversation-prone type of person if he didn't care about the area.

"Well, it doesn't matter as far as I'm concerned. Isn't it unusual that that sui is raising his name in a potion? As a competitor, I kept investigating things because I didn't think I could overlook such anomalies."

"I mean, it's weird that Sui raises his name in a potion, so he was worried about finding out if he was involved in something dangerous or something."

"Nobody's talking like that, right?!?

I chewed up the reason she came to this place, but Rosemary seemed uncomfortable.

But since Albao's face next to mine was always the same, I don't know if it's too far away.

I guess Rosemary's face like what happened is also her own illumination. I'm sure Rosemary couldn't help but worry about Sui.

Replace my senses with the feeling that a friend who did not like the psychological portrayal of Mandarin made a sudden and significant discovery one day in the field of psychology. Besides, in a joint study with mysterious figures that I have no idea about.

What floats is not that my friend's hidden talent woke up... but, with all due respect, I'm worried that he's even responsible for one stick of some kind of scam.

As a friend, I don't know what it's like to be caught up in something.

Nevertheless, the ability to actually come and explore how things are going is a big deal.

I know she has some temperament, but more than that, I guess the truth is that she cares about Sui.

But when it comes to the sui where its opponent is.

"If you care so much, you just need to ask directly"

"Beh, I didn't care that much about you."

"Well, I wish I didn't care so much"

"Gu"

and was such salt compatible.

And to our bad, Sui is just saying what he really thought.

For Sue, her news means nothing. I don't care who cares about that. It's strange that Rosemary cares about that.

So Rosemary doesn't have to do anything about Sui.

It would be more of an honest argument than there is to be told for Sui.

Rosemary wouldn't be struggling if she could do that either, but I can see it's a character she can't.

Sui, usually you don't have enough words at all, is unforgiving when it comes to research. And when it comes to research, there's not much to say about shame or glory.

Such a sui and the seemingly prized Rosemary, no matter how you look at it, must have been like this, even when we were interacting in the magic yard.

"... even me, if I could do that..."

"What?"

"It's nothing! Asking you directly was just a shame!

As my analysis suggests, or not, they were eventually landing another subtle conversation.

Now I can't help but not make a good impression of Rosemary in Sui. Sui's interpersonal skills are not as high as finding Rosemary interesting to take this attitude.

Was it an assessment I heard directly from Sui's mouth one day that the woman who comes squarely at me...

"... that sounds a long way from my best friend"

"... I have no choice. Still, there weren't many people who could poke at Sui. A handful of Swiss friends."

I ask Albao again in a whisper, and Albao again in a whisper.

The sight not too different from my imagination must have been well seen in the Magic Yard.

"Hmm?"

And it was in the middle of walking.

I could see a crowd in front of me about as far as plugged into a crowded road. It's a pretty gay, folk wall.

It's a difficult level of hedgehog to ignore and get through, and we have to stop there.

"I wonder what's wrong?

"No, I don't know. This isn't usually the case."

I only returned Rosemary's surprised voice that I didn't know either.

From beyond the ragged voice, heard on the wind is the intense anger of a woman, as if she had forgotten me.

"Sucks! Sucks! I believed you! Idiot! Cheater! Bastard!"

I don't see her, but a young woman seems to be hitting her wrath against a man.

The man's voice against it is not heard in the hustle and bustle. So in my ear, a woman's voice went on.

"Don't show yourself again! Idiot! Just the face, man!

Here, I'm like, "Hmm?" I thought.

The voice of the woman who sounded was something else than the first one I heard. This means that beyond this hedge, two women are speaking up. Well, what is that situation?

If you sum up the voices of two women and their words, it would be that a man with two strands has been caught.

Polygamy is not common in this country. Nobility, I think I've heard that's not quite the case up there either, but there are no such wealthy houses in the general household.

If so, it would be a big problem if there was a woman other than myself from a woman.

But such an imaginary image of me forced me to modify the orbit.

The audible voice did not stop in two.

"Stupid woman, you must have been laughing!?

"You must have only thought of me as a convenient woman!

Not that I'm confident in hearing voices, but still, there was a voice for four women.

In contrast, the hedgehog suddenly coloured to see if the man said anything.

"Huh! Until this time! Say that!

"I don't know! If I die!?

Was it the two voices of the four who seemed particularly concerned?

Shortly afterwards, there were sudden signs of breathtaking crowds gathering. Suddenly I feel more nervous, should I say?

I somehow waited for that sound after imagining what was going on.

But no matter how long you wait, someone gets slapped on the cheek, the high sound of a pussy doesn't sound.

"... that's enough. Let's go, you guys."

"... right. Enough."

I don't know what happened, but apparently the guy in the vortex spared Binta.

After that, I can see a slight movement in the crowd. Apparently, the women at the center walked out of this place.

I was just inflating that image, and I heard a man who would have been the star.

"I want you to wait!

Sounded voice. It is a strangely charming voice that lures those who listen.

... Kako's voice, I think I've heard it somewhere...

"What?"

It was like one of the women said to block my thinking.

The voice had the color of expectation, albeit somewhat.

It's like you want a man to pick just one of his own on this occasion, somewhere in your heart, such a voice.

But here's what happened.

"You're giving up, so if you'd like to introduce me to your friend..."

"Die!!

I knew I didn't hear the sound of a pussy.

Instead, the dull wind-cut sound of a buon and the sound of a dozen and something heavy hitting the ground. And the man groaned.

Then shortly afterwards, the pedestrian walls cracked and the women in the vortex walked out with their big strands.

Four beautiful women. Without even shaking his side, he walked away from the spot.

Where the women left off, they thought the spectacle was over, and people began to scatter apart.

"I wonder what it was"

"Come on."

Albao gave a zero response, which I didn't care about. I don't know the details, but as soon as people scatter, they'll be able to get through the road.

But I can't help but feel a bad feeling.

Because I was just finally realizing where the man's voice came from.

"While. You don't have to slap anything out of your mind."

As soon as the women left, a man appeared from the hedge.

As always, a beautiful man with a beautiful voice that draws him into the soft looking atmosphere of his waist.

A man like that, now he's walking around painfully rubbing his hips.

And then he looked at my face and made his expression shine all the time.

"Master! You're a master!

"... uh, hi, Mr. Little"

"How dare you! You said it was good in the retro!

I would have played the training ground earlier, but calling me in a clear voice was a bard who had recently come to face our shop.