Anima was going to be consulted, and I decided to head to a bar in the basement of the house because of the stand-up. On that road, Anima asked with a strange look.
"... your husband. I've wanted to ask you before...... why is it a bar in the basement of the mansion?
"... Huh?
"If it's about drinking, I don't think it has to be a bar..."
I thought someone would stick me in one day, but I'm finally here. Why is there a bar in the basement of the mansion... no more answers to this, other than Alice's jokes?
"Ah, no! Of course, I understand that your husband has a profound idea, but he can't deduce that intention on his shallow self..."
Well, apparently Anima had some idea and built this bar, but she thought she needed to know that she was the squire chief, so she asked her questions in disgrace.
... No, I don't know why either!?
"... uh, no, the bar was made arbitrarily by Alice, so it's not like I have an idea"
"I see, did you...... if Lord Alice made it, I don't know what you mean by one thing, but you're going to need it!
……
Sometimes I think about it, but I think that Anima is tearing up about Alice. Why not? I thought you were capable of making me look like an idiot, but you're just an idiot but you're like competent...
"... Anima appreciates Alice a lot."
"Of course! Lord Alice is your goal!
"... Oh, really?
"Yes! Force that can even be described as overwhelming, intelligence that looks to the future, charisma that can follow the great army, and endless loyalty that supports your husband in the shadows and in the sun! It is precisely Lord Alice who should be called the ideal of his squire. It's a very high top, but we hope to get there someday."
Highly acclaimed... Speaking of which, haven't you ever seen Anima do much of an idiot?
I'm watching it when it comes to a fight against Sigma or a showdown in the divine world, and in retrospect, it seems like Anima used to feel inferior to Alice, and maybe that's combined to lead to high praise.
Thinking about that, Alice spoke to me disappearing in a small voice that I could just hear.
"... this is just unexpected, Alice, but... when you're told like this admirer, you're kidding me in front of Anima in the future."
"You, don't break Anima's dream..."
"... I will do good"
Turning his gaze to Anima after such a conversation, Anima was gripping both of her bushes. The way you said you'd try, but you felt younger than you looked, and you were so cute.
"... Anima, you don't have to look alike. Or, please, don't look alike."
"Huh? Oh, yes?
Let's go, then.
"Yes, sir?
Anima following me with her neck clenched strangely, but this is something I have to stab the nail at. It's nice to be as competent as Alice, but if I even resemble her personality, my stomach aches will be Mach like Lilia's.
Upon entering the bar, Mr. Iris, who is the shopkeeper there, turned from the counter to this one. In detail, it could mean that Mr. Iris is also the person who lives in my house.
"Yeah? To Miyamakite...... but was it the chief squire anima? Well done, you should sit at the counter."
"Excuse me, Mr. Iris"
Lord Illis, excuse me.
I greet Mr. Iris, who greeted me with a light smile, and I take my seat with Anima.
"Eh, I've never had much of a cocktail, so I said I could get you something easy to drink"
"If I can, I'll have something sweet..."
"Um... so, from Miyamakite first... is it okay with something with a little bitterness?
"Yeah, I'm fine"
I don't really like or dislike alcohol, so I left it to you, and Anima asked for something sweet because she doesn't like dry alcohol. However, I remember hearing that Mr. Callaway likes dry alcohol the other way around and doesn't like sweet stuff.
In front of us like that, after Mr. Iris prepared the container... I still don't know the name, I mixed it with a shabby one and poured it into the glass I put out in front of me.
Clear as water, it's a beautiful, transparent wine.
"... a cocktail named after Alice for the words of the region where you lived... a mixture of vodka, white curaçao and lime juice, with a sharp, dry mouthfeel but easy to drink cocktail"
"Heh, thank you"
"Uhm, you're anima next..."
When he whined so, Mr. Iris prepared the liquor quickly and shaked...... Poured it into the glass he placed in front of Anima was a pale red cocktail so beautiful that it seemed like it was about to be inhaled.
"... 'Scarlet O'Hara'. The degree itself is slightly higher, but the sweetness and sourness of the citrus makes it easier to drink."
"Thank you"
"Um, let's get some knobs too"
Uh-huh, I haven't had a lot of legs so far, but surprisingly, this bar might be a good place. The dim, quiet atmosphere in the store is good, and as far as the handiwork goes, Mr. Iris' arm is probably pretty good.
Maybe next time you want to drink slowly or something.
"So, Anima... shall we toast?"
"Oh, yes!
I should have come to talk to you, but in an atmosphere where I was going to forget and enjoy myself, Anima and I hit the glass lightly.