Dream Life

As the Dwarves thrived on distilled liquor, my brother's fiancée, Miss Rosalind Raswell, smiled and spoke with pleasure.

"Sir Zacharias is truly versatile."

I shook my head with a bitter smile.

"Instinctively poor rather than versatile, Master Rosalind"

A normal fifteen-year-old would say he's versatile enough, but the time he's lived is over sixty years. Of course, it's a big thing that I have memories of my previous life.

But even though I got my hands on it if I wanted to, I also thought I had spread my hands too wide.

"I hear from Rodrick that even sword arms lose to my brother. Next time, please put on an audition."

Rosalind laughed and said so, "It's going to be a family. Call me Rosalie," he added.

"You're no match for my brother. Then call me Zach about me. Because that's what all families call it."

I was uncomfortable with her, which is very different from what I was hearing and the first time I saw her.

(I was talking about a male winner, a horse, but you were supposed to be a moderate character. Speaking of which, even when we first met, he apologized in tears that it was his fault that we were attacked... then maybe he was just playing the horse. Thinking about it, there are many parts of Tsujitsu that fit...)

Wasn't a girl named Rosalind Raswell a smart girl compared to her age of sixteen? There are many parts of Tsujitsu that fit that way.

Five years ago, her older brother, Patrick, died, and the Raswell family surfaces a housekeeper fight over it. It should have been just then that Rosalind began to learn the sword.

I may have been looking for an ally to start attending the Knights' exercise. In fact, I hear Rosalind is highly popular among the knights, even though she is said to be the princess of the old lady. When her brother got engaged, her high popularity is told by the rising voice of her obsession with her brother, who gained high ridge flowers with blessings.

I talked to Rosalind a little bit, but thanks. He doesn't seem to like distilled liquor and barely speaks. Well, it would be more surprising if a mid-teenage girl drank a raw Scotch.

"Dear Rosalee, Do you not like alcohol?

"I prefer wine, but this is a bit..."

I've told them I'm not comfortable being a little reluctant because the Dwarves seem to drink it deliciously.

"Now let's have something a little easier to drink"

When I said that, Dägenhardt was listening firmly.

"You still got something! Guess you're gonna give us a drink, too, huh?

I smile bitterly at Dwarves who react sensitively to "booze,"

"There is, but I don't have so much for it. Not so much because it's totally handmade by me. I can't make a lot of them. First, alcohol is no different than normal wine."

I felt Dagenhardt's eyes glow in the “my handmade” place.

I go to a stone tank where the wine is chilled, pretending not to notice it.

Only ten glass bottles were chilled in the ice water. It is made of thick glass and is gradually thinner by hanging it from the shoulder to the neck of the bottle.

An even more distinctive feature is the cork plug. And the cork is tightly fixed with wire.

Yes, a bottle of sparkling wine.

This sparkling wine is authentic, but it is made using the so-called "so-called" champagne method - a method of secondary fermentation in a bottle and starch.

It was necessary to manufacture bottles and obtain cork in order to make this. Wines in this world are basically often served out of barrels, and only wooden plugs are used if they are packed in ceramic bottles.

I had the knowledge that cork was a tree bark that could be taken around the Mediterranean, but I had never seen it used in this world. I asked Doctus' informant Cy Furman to investigate it, or look it up in the college library myself, but in the end I couldn't even confirm it existed.

I didn't find it, but I never gave up on it. If not, after thought and error, the wood attribute magic created a cork modoki that sponged the tissue of the wood.

The cork problem has been solved, but the way the champagne method is made is quite difficult. But it's all worked out magically, too.

It is frozen and unplugged when removing the accumulated starch after secondary fermentation, but the freezing at that time is also solved by the magic of the pseudo-perche effect, and the time taken for secondary fermentation is accelerated by the storage magic (inventory) to shorten the time, shortening the sparkling winemaking, which takes nearly two years, to just a few days.

This time the cooling is called a magnum bottle containing about one or five liters.

The sparkling wine stock is about thirty bottles in magnum bottles and fifty in regular bottles for seven hundred and fifty milliliters.

However, regular bottles are reserved for Liddy. From the first time she was given a drink, she became captivated by this sparkling wine and became obsessed with it every time.

Although magic can be made in a few days, the work process is cumbersome, and since glass bottles are not yet produced in mass, it is not possible to stock them in large quantities.

In addition, it is compatible with the state of the white wine of the ingredients - if the barrel aging goes too far, the aroma of the tree is too strong to taste like mine - and it cannot be made at some times.

Because of this, the quantity cannot be secured, and I store it as liquor for her at Liddy's sole request.

I think it's sweet for Liddy.

Take the chilled magnum bottle and carefully wipe away the moisture. By the way, there is no etiquette (label).

Loosen the wire holding the cork in place and cover the cork with the napkin provided.

Slowly loosen the cork while turning the bottle. Because it is cork moddle, it is slightly stiffer than normal cork and the sound of cuckoo is heard.

I can hear the gas coming out called Shh. Immediately afterwards, the unique aroma of carbonated gas and the fruity aroma of white wine tickle my nose.

Sometimes, there are bartenders who make the sound of a pong, but I'll never admit it. Of course, you're doing it with sales thoughts - performances that make it clear around that you've opened the champagne - because the bubbles get rough when you pour them into the glass, and the gas goes up too much when you put the glass on your mouth, and you feel the scent changes.

Tilt the glass of a fluted shape made of crystal glass - one with a long leg "Stem" and a thin body "Bowl" section - and hold it to pinch the crease on the bottom of the magnum bottle, pouring it slowly. A light golden liquid fills the polished glass quietly.

The first cup from Magnum, which weighs more than 3 kg, is tested for grip, but my arm doesn't tremble because I work out much more than when I was in Japan.

Pour about 70% and quietly place a glass on the table.

That's when I first realized what was going on around me. The Dwarves' gaze was focused on me as well as my family and the Borderline Boys'.

I thought I'd done it again, but pretend I didn't notice and hand the glass to Rosalie.

"The basics are white wine. I'm glad you like it."

The received rosary constantly looks at the glass with fine bubbles rising and nods small.

The sight around him moves simultaneously to the rosary so much that I think I heard him say "suck”. Unlike me, she's just the daughter of a grand aristocrat and doesn't look like she cared about her surrounding gaze.

Mouth on the glass, her eyes open for a moment. And I've turned a full grin when I taste it elegantly.

"It's delicious! It's completely different from regular wine. The scent that comes up is also elegant, and the scent when it's in your mouth...... oh, what an expression! Anyway, it's delicious!

Once again, my surrounding gaze turns to me simultaneously.

Open your mouth like Dagenhardt said something, but you don't seem to have words.

"Hey, can you let me drink that? Zach......"

I laugh at that look.

"I don't have a share for everyone. Right... Eight bottles for you and us... I can't help it. Let it all out..."

This time, I prepared sparkling wine to serve at my brother's wedding. But if that wedding is going to be postponed due to this commotion, you won't have a problem releasing it all here. Just in case, check with Uncle Borderline and his brother about it.

"I was going to put it out for my brother's wedding..."

Uncle Borderline said, "Uhm. I don't mind the nonsense," he nodded, as did his brother. The borderline uncle further

"Let the benefactor of your life drink it. Don't hesitate. Oh, with that said, I haven't told Sir that the Rosary ceremony was to be executed as planned..."

My father, mother, and brother had already heard, but I seemed to be too busy listening to the Dwarves.

Those who had not heard, like me, raise their blessings to their brother and to Rosalie.

In further detail, Uncle Borderline told me that the Fourth Battalion survivors had filed a direct complaint asking me to carry out my brother's and Rosalee's wedding on schedule. Even though their husbands and fathers have their honor restored, it is painful to postpone the eye-catching celebration for the sake of the memorial.

When I was thinking about what I was going to do, Dagenhardt started talking first.

"If that's the case, let's not. Well, let me give you a taste."

But Uncle Borderline shakes his head big.

"No, I'd love a drink. Whatever you say, it's Sir Zacharias' liquor. I'm glad you're drinking."

Pushing questions began at Borderline Uncle and Dagenhardt. Don't drink. We interacted a few times, but we ended up hitting our hands with half a glass a person, fifty milliliters.

Fifty milliliters for four hundred adults, so we need twenty. Six more bottles, a total of fourteen can handle it.

I pretended to take it out of the carriage and took the other six out of the storage magic Inventory. The temperature is about thirteen or four degrees and needs to be cooled. Sharon notices it, cools it with the magic of a pseudo-perche effect, and puts it in a bucket with ice.

But I'm the only one who can unlock it. There's nothing Beatrice or Liddy can't do, but they can't open it as clean as me.

I have no choice but to unlock the stopper by myself, but the sixteen magnums are just tight. Sometimes I open it while healing my arms with healing magic.

As I opened it, I said to the Dwarves, "When you leave distilled liquor in the glass, the taste changes. Flush it clean with water," he calls out.

I would have liked to have it tasted in a glass of champagne, but I can't serve a glass of crystal. I have about two hundred legs ready at a time, but I can't show you the magic of storage here, because I thought I could taste enough glasses for tasting because of the low amount.

I managed to get to all of them, but I still couldn't grasp the Dwarves' hearts.

"It does taste good. In other wines, I know this flavour can't come out. This is something worth drinking... but what? Tell me you can't and let me drink it. What the hell, I definitely prefer this one"

Dagenhardt puts up a jock filled with scotch with a slightly evil look on his face.

The reactions of the other Dwarves were similar, and everyone was thrilled to talk about distilled liquor.

People have their own preferences. So, there's nothing to say, but this sparkling wine was self-confident.

Of course, I went for champagne like a salon with aromas and delicate aromas reminiscent of honey - limited, of course, to pre-seventies objects - or Paul Roger with a firm, heavy flavor and complex aroma - unfortunately I've only drunk NV (non-vintage) - but I thought it was my favorite dout - which went well with and balanced with the dishes - and no, sparkling wine, which made it a satisfying flavor for me.

(Even Dwarf, who likes distilled liquor, thought he'd like this one for a little while... you mean not yet...)

When I was bitterly smiling at the Dwarves' reaction, for some reason, Liddy was angry.

"How can you not know how good this is! Even though it tastes much more delicate than distilled liquor! The tongue is smooth and the aroma is so..."

That's all I said. Beatrice laughs out loud.

"Hahaha! Lydiane's been poisoned a lot by Zach too! You sound just like Zach right now! Kukukuku......"

Not only Beatrice, but also her father and mother, Mel and Sharon, are laughing. Liddy suddenly embarrassed herself or buried her face on my shoulder with a bright red face.

Then this great banquet lasted until sundown.

Regardless of the Dwarves with their steel liver, their father, a normal human being, and their borderline brethren, had slowed down the pace of drinking and switched to those who bickered.

The children were to be pulled up around 4 p.m. and returned to the city with their mothers.

By the time the sun tilted, it was the entertainment side. I was also centered on food, drink and bickering. In the meantime, only Jonathan Waters Blacksmith Guild staff and cooks continued to work.

Regardless of the cooks hired, they speak to the guild officials to drink with them, but they didn't shake their heads vertically, one of them. Mr. Water told me about their mood.

"This is our job. It is also of the utmost importance. So, no need to worry about it. And we'll launch later, too."

This banquet seems an important task to them. Thoroughly on the back to make the blacksmith feel comfortable doing his job. It was the thought of losing my mind to this professionalism.