'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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It was a long time ago that I became a bartender.

How long ago was it, even before it became so vague?

... no, this is a flawed way of putting it.

Even when the memories were vivid, there was a hole somewhere in the area.

With something important forgotten, the illusion that I had become a bartender at some point never disappeared.

Now, what is a bartender, a cocktail?

As the saying goes, [people who know things] say about cocktails.

In other words, it is a magic that can be handled by 10,000 people.

Said it was a potion that could save 10,000 people.

From both perspectives, the argument as to which cocktail was developed for the main purpose is now repeated without reaching a conclusion.

But the answer will no longer be given forever.

Parents of cocktails.

Origins of the existence of a bartender.

[Millions of Pale (Millions Blue)] Sui Vermouth disappeared a long time ago.

Sui Vermut was a genius sorcerer, also known as the "Witch of the Two Thousand Years".

He has the shortest enrollment record of the Shult Magic Institute that has not yet been broken, and he has left a number of magic outlines that cannot be explained successfully even to this day, and he has invented a miracle theory "cocktail" that becomes both magic and medicine.

Her "cocktails" and "guns" changed the relationship between magic and war in this world.

However, her generalizations, which were pacifist, acted like a curse, and miraculously there was no great disruption in this world.

Well, it was me and the [Bartender General Association] that she founded at the center that broke the miracle or destroyed some of the sparks.

However, I am not going to say anything in particular about the story.

What's important is that I'm sure she taught me the art of bartending and cocktails.

I'm sure that part of my emotions are stubbornly rejecting that natural fact.

The first is that she has never made a cocktail in front of me since I was recognized as a bartender.

But in the end, she never taught me the answer to that question.

When I talk about my discomfort, her face, which was just smiling vaguely, is still unforgettable to me.

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"... haa"

And I sighed a few times today.

The subject of the cocktail is a "cocktail" that is like a recurring game in front of you.

Today's cocktail reception is an original cocktail reception by a faction of the General Association of Bartenders that specializes in treating cocktails as magic.

I appeal to aspiring bartenders to bring in their new cocktails and say how powerful and beautiful they are.

Participants' general motivation is to earn a prize from the Bartender── Association by having such an original cocktail registered as a standard recipe by the Bartender General Association.

The magic cannon (cocktail) I saw was gorgeous.

Due to the relationship of using magic, on a stage like the coliseum, where there is no harm around, the cocktail is explained, and then released towards the end.

There are many ingredients that I think have been magically studied and refined, and there are none that I think can be used there.

However, it would be subtle whether the standard recipes are so powerful that they are simple but necessary to drive them out.

After thinking like that, I sighed again.

No, it's not.

In the first place, cocktails are not like this.

"More..."

... I wonder what it was more like.

I'm going to step out of my seat a little bit.

Yes, yes.

When I told him in an unspoken tone whether he was present or not, the clerk nodded.

I didn't have to use my strength. My position now is that I can pass that level of speech lightly.

I walked out of the inhospitable VIP room, where I was still invited, and I turned to the seat where the general participants were gathered.

As it was, I wandered around without addressing myself, perhaps in the way of the people I saw.

I didn't have a big reason for it.

However, I was just wondering what the general audience would look like when they saw this.

"...... well, that kind of thing."

At the end of the day, the eyes of the people watching the cocktail on stage as if it were a circus show were shining brighter than I thought.

No matter how much cocktail magic is available to everyone, it's the power to fight in the first place.

There are many people living far from magic and cocktails.

From the perspective of these people, many of the gorgeous magic wrapped around the stage may be extraordinary enough to entertain the eyes── or enough spectacle for the children to admire in the future.

That's what I thought.

"...... this is nonsense"

A boy threw up.

How old were you when you were a teenager?

At that age, he was a boy with cold eyes who had some insight, as if he had experienced the whole world.

He stared vaguely at the magic on the stage.

"Why do you think that?"

Hmm?

I didn't expect to ask him.

The boy suddenly turned a strange eye to me when he spoke to me, but he immediately turned his eyes back to the stage and said with no interest.

What's the point of luxuriating the art of murder?

"......... the art of murder?"

"That's what magic is, isn't it?" There's too much waste in dealing with monsters, and they're all for the uselessly flashy killer. "

It seemed similar to what I had in mind, and it was a definitively different feeling.

I regarded it as a 'cocktail', regardless of what was in front of me.

However, in the first place, the boy sees magic only as "the art of killing".

No!

“How's it going?

When I thought of it, I was unexpectedly mouthing.

The boy stares at me with a sudden loud voice, even stranger.

But no.

Cocktails are never a tool for killing people.

Even if I can only think of that in the current situation.

Still──, that guy──!

... that person...?

What's wrong with that?

The boy urged me to stop suddenly.

But I'm desperate to solve the questions that come to my mind.

Who is he? What?

It's not Mr. Sweet. It is definitely different from Ms. Sweet. Still, something very important.

Something you shouldn't forget.

Someone who is at the root of what I still do as a bartender.

"What the hell is that..."

Sow!

It was an abrupt call.

Reacting to the call, the boy turned towards his voice.

I knew it was the boy's name.

But even to me, the call made sense.

In the blink of an eye, the puzzle pieces snap into question.

Sow.

Sow...

Gross weight.

Evening fog, total.

"... fufu... fufufu. I thought about it...!"

In a moment, I regained all my memories.

The history of cocktails in this world lacked important pieces.

The real parent of cocktails.

A man who stood next to Sui Vermouth, passionate about cocktails and bartenders.

My favorite guy.

I swore I'd definitely forget about this love affair.

"I'm so sorry! Was she uncomfortable with her bad mouth?"

As he noticed, a young man stood next to the boy.

From the point of view of age, is it the boy's father?

In that case, I felt that my face didn't look much alike.

"No, that's not true." I talked to him and I remembered one important thing. "

"...? Haha"

The man who was trying to force the boy's head down gave a confused expression.

But I'm sorry for the man, but now it was the boy who deserved attention.

I've already remembered.

How did he feel about making cocktails?

What kind of wishes did you have in mind for the future of cocktails?

And I should take it over, that I'm a disciple.

"Hey, buddy, what's your name?"

I ask.

Give me the name of a boy called Sow.

"... Souya Kugai"

I see, Souya.

Of course, his name is not Saw Yugiri.

I knew it. That's why I don't care.

This is also the edge of something.

I don't want a boy who sounds the same as his loved one to think of a cocktail as "the art of killing".

I can't help but tell you what a real cocktail is.

Well then, Sow, be my disciple.

“How's it going?

"I'll teach you how to enjoy a cocktail that you said was a killer."

I felt more than words.

Perhaps the vampire's unique coercive power is working.

But I had no choice.

I feel very good now.

Even if it took a hundred years to remember── properly, my feelings for that person would not have been lost to Sweet.

And I have a real grasp on the [Bartender] that he taught me.

It's getting late, but as his disciple, let's start now.

I know what I have to do.

“My name is Sartina Kirishvasser. Well, feel free to call me Sally."

First of all, to this cold-eyed boy.

Teach them the true magic of cocktails.

A real cocktail is neither a killing spell nor a potion.

Along with the fact that it's just a "hobby" that makes people happy.

/(n) parallel prologue/