'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

What are the conditions under which a sleeping person wakes up.

Shake, slap, call.

To put it bluntly, it would be a stimulus to the body.

So, what is the stimulus that afflicts the disease and awakens the girl who is lying down?

I want to believe that I am a 'taste'.

"Come on, drink slowly"

Sui quietly moves the received glass closer to Corsica's mouth.

That's the moment you touch your mouth.

Now not because of his mind, Corsica blurred thinly and opened its eyes.

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Corsica's consciousness was in cloudy mud.

Everything on his body seemed heavy and forced to hold him to the bed by a hand stretched out of the ground.

My brother's voice also sounds blurry somewhere, and I don't even know if fulfilling it is a reality or a dream.

In the meantime, I heard one noise.

Regularly sounds, metal sounds.

Karan, Kakin, that's what it sounds like, but heavier.

(What?)

In Corsica's consciousness, questions sprung up.

Soon afterwards, the girl was supported by someone.

"Come on, drink slowly"

A woman's voice heard from somewhere.

Shortly afterwards, I smelled fluffy and 'Tayla'.

It reminds me of the energy of the wilderness.

But the smell now had a mixture of citrus sweetness somewhere.

Corsica opens her eyes.

In front of me, there was a white lake and a snowfield that edged it.

The view approaches.

I understood instinctively that I just had to accept this.

A glass came into contact with Corsica, who opened her mouth small.

On the tip of the lip and tongue, snow crystals adhere.

Immediately after, saliva blows out of his tongue.

salt. It probably contained the minerals needed by the body. That caused the tongue to react.

But before accepting the change, the lake pushed into my mouth.

No, that wasn't a lake.

Exactly, it was a flood of flavor.

Coming in with snow pressed away, the first batch is elegant sweetness.

A slightly bitter refreshing sweetness, like candied citrus peel, avalanches in with us.

But I can't afford to feel that sweetness.

Though moistened with a little saliva, the liquid that entered the dry tongue spreads away.

A liquid that stains over a dry tongue, like water that moisturizes and stains the ground.

And they rooted where they spread.

The sweetness and sourness of the citrus and the stimulation of 'Tayla' stretch its body so that the flowers bloom from the mouth.

Even in a desolate wilderness, its flavour never ceases to claim itself.

Even as the throat passes through the fluid, they continue to bloom in the mouth.

But there is something that sums them up abruptly.

It's salt that was scattered all over my mouth.

Liquid flowing, over the tongue with weakened dominance.

The salt that remains solid slowly breaks (dust).

As if, with every moisture spread out there, you take away the roots.

The tongue, which should have been so moist, was once again dried, dominated by salt.

When that happens, it is the next bite to seek.

Corsica was halfunconsciously stretching herself into a glass for the next bite.

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The way I drank "Tequila's Mexican Style," which I used to talk about a lot.

[Margarita] can also be said to have made the drinking more sophisticated.

The anecdote that this cocktail was originally made from a certain tragedy is famous.

[Margarita] seems to be the name of the creator of this cocktail, the lover of his young days.

The lover said he was unlucky to hit a stray bullet in the hunting ground and lost his life.

Combine compatible lime and salt based on 'Tequila', born in Mexico, which was from her.

The story is that the cocktail [Margarita], created with condolences for her late lover, won the contest and has spread to this day.

But now [Margarita] is a cocktail to save a sick girl.

I just stared at the girl moving her throat so hard.

Again, on the forehead of the girl in a calm sleep, Sui laid his hands on it.

And I cast my usual spell, and now it's time to give you a look of relief.

"The 'coantro' worked properly. Tayla recovered from the cocktail earlier, and there's nothing else in her life."

To Sui's words, I breathed relief inside.

Bergamo, who had always seemed worried, had never cried out for joy, but was at ease and confused.

And Viola, who was just involved, looked relieved, too.

"Well, so what?

From the bedroom where we put Corsica to bed, we go back to the living room.

As I predicted the timing there, Viola said.

"What do you want me to do?

"It will be decided. The robbery."

In response to my reply, Viola made a chilling voice that pierced her.

I remember those words all the time.

Yes, the Knights that Viola can use as Lords of this city are also part of the organization responsible for policing this town.

There are two main police mechanisms in this city. Vigilante and Knights.

The former was voluntarily organized by young people among the people and often accommodates routine stigmatization.

The latter is organized and operated by the Lords, who, on the other hand, are highly binding and do not cling to light flattery.

Nevertheless, the crime of robbery is not so minor either.

Not to mention that if your own friend were a victim, it wouldn't be something you'd shut up and overlook.

"Wait, Viola. He has a situation."

"I know that. But you're gonna miss it because of the circumstances? Can any sin be forgiven if circumstances warrant it? You're not, are you? Sin carries punishment. That's society."

Viola tells me that Sui won't be able to say anything.

Surely what Viola is saying is right. Whatever the reason, sin should be brought to justice.

That's for sure.

"... it's fine. I was ready, too."

Eventually, Bergamo, listening silently, stood up and said.

He voluntarily turns to Viola and raises his hand to surrender.

"... it's very clear."

"I still appreciate this. So if it's going to be a sin, that's fine."

Bergamo looks back at me and Sui as he says.

"... annoyed me. I don't think you can apologize and forgive me. I can't give it back when I'm dead. I owe you. So I'll definitely give it back one day. I just want it to be Corsica."

That's all I told you, Bergamo took his gaze off of us and turned to Viola.

Viola nods only once, just like that, trying to leave the room.

"Wait, Viola."

I pulled her back.

Viola stops moving perfectly and looks at me.

"What?

"I still want you to wait to take Bergamo"

To my words, she looked frightened again.

"It's tough. Punishment for sin. I told you so."

"I know. Nothing. I have no opinion on that."

"Then why did you stop?

Viola's voice fades sharply into irritation.

Well, what am I supposed to say on this occasion?

It's never such a motive to help Bergamo.

However, as the person who turns the store, I have something to say.

"If they take Bergamo here, we don't have our 'benefits'. More than sin, more than punishment - first and foremost 'profit'. So I want you to leave this with me."

Viola wasn't the only one who rounded his eyes to my words.

Neither Bergamo nor Sui could understand my words.

Stick to the money, not that.

There was no other way to put this place away.

"I'll explain now. Do what I want you to do."

I uttered the word as I portrayed the idea in my head.