'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Tried Orders

The Vermut family situation seems to be like this at present.

Father, Fren Vermut.

Sister, Sui Vermut.

And my sister's, Rye Vermut's family of three.

I just told you about my mother, but you think my daughters disappeared at a young age?

I rushed to change the subject because the air was getting heavier when we were about to talk about it.

I left my mother alone and asked about Sui.

She didn't really want to talk about herself, but the two remaining told me proudly.

"I can't believe Sui was a genius who graduated from a magic school in Wangdu under the chairmanship."

"Stop it, no more"

Honestly admiring the information taught, Sui turned to it as illuminated.

We are in the middle of lunch right now.

Mr. Oyaji prepared me for discipline, a table lined up for lunch for me too.

The main dish is stir-fried bacon, mushrooms and onions. There's vegetable soup in the side dishes, and the staple food is bread. All of them are appropriately salty and I can't stop eating.

This would be great if it were some light liquor, but I'm not willing to want that on the boulder.

With such an elegant lunch seat, the conversation goes Rye led.

"Because it is! Your sister doesn't have time to hang out with people like you!

Rye said and poured bread as he seeped his hostility toward me into the verses of words.

I just found out how old Sui is for the first time.

It seems that Sui is currently eighteen.

When he was fifteen, he studied in the capital with a city scholarship and appeared at the head of a magic school there called the "Magic Academy".

He graduated with an overall score of excellence in virtually all of his practical skills, theory and actual battles, and nothing in line.

However, there was only one area for her that was completely unfit.

It is a "potion" production.

But that's what she was after.

Sui was not interested in the guardianship of the kingdom, nor in the development of the new magic, nor in the fact-finding corps of the handlers, but only in the production of the 'potion'.

When she graduated, there was a plethora of solicitations for deductions with national research institutes, operational units and, at the end of the day, royal palace magicians.

He said he came back to this city where he was born to kick all of them and create the 'only talent he didn't have' potion.

"Sure, your sister's potion to make is gelomaz. If you don't give up, more customers think it's better than dying, and this store thrives naturally."

"Come on, man."

As scattered as they say, sui kept eating quietly until then, it was pretty.

"Rye. I'm glad you're worried about me though. That's not what I'm talking about."

"Huh? 'Cause your sister got tricked into quitting the' potion shop '..."

"No, I'm going with this guy, spreading the word 'cocktail' to the world."

This guy, Sui stares hotter at me in that place.

Somehow, there's also that trust tickling.

Rye, on the other hand, turned a hardened eye on me.

"... 'cocktails'?

She is a girl who knows nothing.

I'm not sure where I explained it from, but I decided to summarize the main points.

"Oh. It's a new 'potion' made by mixing 'by-products' with 'potions' instead of based liquor. According to Sui's standpoint, 'crude potion' will work like 'super luxury potion'"

Tell me for yourself. What a scamming explanation.

Sounds like an alchemy story about tin (soot) chunks becoming gold chunks.

What did you think of my words?

Rye barked with his canine teeth out.

"That's impossible! Sister, you're definitely fooling me!

Apparently, Rye had similar feelings to mine.

But the said sui say it back with a cool face.

"No, because it's true"

"Already! Your father said something too!

Mr Oyaji, suddenly swung the subject, replied quietly.

"Neither do I. I don't like that guy. I don't even know how potion works."

"Right!

Hey, Mr. Oyaji.

Don't say anything lightly about being in tune with Rye, I would have accidentally wanted to put in a scratch, but the words had a continuation.

"But my arms are real to what I don't like. 'Cocktail' was delicious. I don't know if I can do it as a potion shop, but I'm not dissatisfied with arranging it as a product in my store."

"Father!?

My father betrayed me thinking I was on his side, and Rye stared at me with a kick.

"Unbelievable. I can't believe I fooled even your father..."

Apparently, Rye really didn't want to admit me.

This development has no choice.

Rather a good opportunity.

She's such a blatantly negative girl.

It becomes a test case when actually serving it to customers.

In a world where there is no culture of drinking 'potion', how can I sell 'potion'?

"Okay. If that's all you have to say, take your order. Lady."

"To?"

I fix my stand and get up once.

And as he approached the red-haired girl, he broke his hips in his arms.

"It is also the role of the bartender to meet your demands. If you wish."

"Ki, hope?

"Yes, make what you want no matter what kind of difficulty you complain about: taste preferences, sweetness or sourness, favorite or bad, alcohol content or quantity"

Rye was a little overwhelmed by my abrupt response.

But if you don't go this hard, don't try something new.

The girl is a girl and will convey my intentions.

If you can't tell by your mouth, actually give it a try.

"... is that anything good?

"Yes."

Rye with exploring eyes.

I deal only sparingly.

The ingredients are not lubricated at all. It's not equipped either. It's full of what's missing.

What's wrong with that?

Because of the limited circumstances, bartenders squeeze their wits.

Ingredients that are hard to come by, luxury ingredients, inexpensive but not quantitative, ingredients that happen not to have been purchased that day.

The situation in the 'bar' is constantly changing. Sometimes a liqueur that I didn't use at all one day will be asked the next day until it is empty.

There is nothing missing. So, ideas come into being.

And 'cocktails' are cultures that have evolved influenced by a variety of factors, including geographic and temporal issues.

While the recipe is laid down, it then fluctuates daily, is substituted and sometimes even given a completely different name.

That is the recipe for 'Cocktails' and it is also interesting.

Whatever order she places, she does everything she can to respond to it.

"Okay."

Rye grins hauntingly.

Apparently, you've decided on an impossible challenge for me.

The red-haired girl distorted her lips gently, slightly mean, she said.

"My favorite flavor, make it. However, any hints from me are nasty."

Rye's challenging gaze.