Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

A riverside boulevard that leads to the second block. Poetry's Honey Sake, a brick-made liquor store renovated by the shop, was bustling with many people. The popular tavern is lively but calm and comfortable, and is a hobby that the kitchen chief can enjoy alcohol from around the world whilst shouting at the cuisine.

Nadia leans towards the silver-haired beauty of the man, taking a seat deep in the tavern.

"--hey, that's delicious. I thought about rice wine, but it's not as good as fruit wine."

The mellow, deep sweetness tastes good and looks like a cup. The label of the bottle is marked with complex letters specific to the Orient. Mirin, she reads.

"I guess. It seems to be made from a special rice called mothigome. They say this is particularly sweet among the Oriental liquors and is popular with women. It seems to be used as a condiment in the east."

"Seasonings? Hee, I'm feeling kind of wasted. It's so delicious."

I see. Well, the kingdom uses alcohol for cooking, so it's similar to that. "

"That's right... but if you're going to use it for cooking, maybe it's a souvenir for Shiori. Maybe they'll make something delicious again."

I called the clerk and asked him for two bottles to take home. The clerk with an impressive freckled smile said, "I'll give it to you at checkout," and left with an empty plate.

Clement, who had lost his back, also tilted the small glass.

"It's a little too sweet for me... but sometimes it's not bad."

Although he says in his mouth that it is different from his taste, he narrows his eyes gently and rolls alcohol in his mouth. His glass shakes, the mellow golden wine reminiscent of honey waves small and sparkles, reflecting the light of the light.

"Even so, it's unusual. I can't believe you just keep drinking sweet liquor."

Clement likes dry liquor. I used to drink sweet alcohol when I was dating.

Pointing that out, he smiles with a little bitterness.

"... that's how I feel today. It's about time we got separated."

Without saying anything, Nadia lifted the edge of her lips loosely in anticipation of what he would say.

"Hee... I see. He's the best."

Even as I said it, I raised my eyebrows slightly. Besides, did he notice?

--This man's broken up several times.

No, I can't call it a heartbreak until now. I knew that I had had someone I was curious about several times in the decades or so since I met him. I rarely had an expression on my face, but I have seen it chasing the other person with my gaze on several occasions.

But that's all. I didn't have to do anything anymore, and I couldn't follow him with my eyes as if nothing had happened at all.

It seems that being in love is one of the causes of the events of my childhood. He also said when it was. Whether it's you or the other person, if the family name you carry is the source of the trouble, it's better not to go into it from the beginning.

(Some people change their eyes as soon as they know where they're from....)

Many of my colleagues come from aristocracy and the wealthy. Most of them do not name themselves and reveal their origins, but some of them have changed their relationship with friends and colleagues because they are known by some kind of applause. Be familiar or, conversely, be reluctant to distance. It's not all going to happen, but it's better not to reveal it unless it's too much.

(I think it's a little too cautious, but I don't know how to help it. He's the second son of the president of the Holeva Chamber of Commerce.)

A long-established shop with five fingers in the kingdom. Those who don't know this large shop with many superior aristocracy customers are like infants in the country.

In addition to that, this is the look of the person. In addition to the family of founders of the Holeva Chamber of Commerce, the owner of a dangerous beauty has been rumored to have been pressured by men. There would have been a lot of ambitious women after that.

Nadia smiled secretly in the shadow of a glass as she gazed at Clement, who enjoyed drinking.

Careful, unwilling, and reluctant. After all, I pulled my own line against Shiori because of the bad character. On the contrary, even Nadia. I've been dictated several times, but it stopped as soon as I realized Nadia's nature.

It was a pity for Nadia, who was so anxious. I was attracted to this man enough to think so. Intelligent and gentlemen's waist, mindset, attitude and reticence to work, not just their appearance. The appearance of elegance was perhaps attracted to this man with the strength of a warrior god on his back.

(--It's not good to lay a shadow on a dead person, but it was somehow similar to him. If such a man were to dictate to you... that would bother you.)

The appearance of the bride who was still a boy grabbed his brain. His face, which died twenty-five years ago when he passed away in a horse-drawn accident, can only be remembered in vain. But Clement, who had some impression of him, was probably a man who would have grown old like this if he had lived like that.

But as soon as he found out that he was a woman who might have been queen, he withdrew. I'm back to being just a close friend.

(It may be, but now I am an aristocrat of the diaspora, just a woman. You didn't have to refrain.)

Did you notice that you were staring at me? Clement raised her face.

"... what's wrong? If you're seen that much, you'll get a hole."

He pays off the hair that falls on his face as he says it. The technique of carelessly scratching up silver hair that borders a slightly uplifting face because of alcohol conceives a terrible tone of color.

"... no, it's nothing."

With a beautiful man in front of her, Nadia lifts her red lips into the shape of a smile.

"I just thought I'd try to find a new love if I blow it out."

"A new love?"

Clemens laughed.

"I don't know if it's a new love at this age... but that might be nice."

Sweet and rich fragrance floats from the glass spinning in the bony hands.

"It doesn't matter how old you get to like someone."

Nadia smiled again.

"If you find a woman you like, it's time to dictate. You know it's not always the right thing to refrain from."

"... ahh. Yeah, that's right. Well, it's hard to do it right away because it's sexual, but... let's try."

As he grabbed the bottle, he poured it into Nadia's empty glass. Then I poured it on myself and lifted it slightly. In response, Nadia also raised a glass.

--A toast to passing love. A toast to new love.

The deeply sweet scent rose again from the glass that was raised at a distance between touching and not touching.