Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

Two years have passed since the announcement of the magic meter.

Arcs is twelve this year.

Also (slightly) elongated back.

My physique is also (whispering) closer to that of a man.

Even if you look in the mirror, your face still hasn't become masculine is your biggest concern?

The throat buddha is buried.

My eyes are patchy.

Long eyelashes, too.

I can't get out of being girly enough to want to suspect it's some kind of curse.

These days, we have more opportunities to look in the mirror and mumble our faces.

... I know that doing that doesn't change my face shape.

The environment surrounding Arcs is also changing, albeit slightly.

I gave Reesha the magic meter via Crave before.

In doing so, nothing special happened that I feared.

If Joshua were asked if he could identify the producer, it would be no.

The secrets look neat too.

Around the corner where there are no verses to hit eight against Risha, and in that regard, that Father would have been decent.

Sounds like the magic instruction has gotten tougher, but nothing else has changed in particular.

Risha hasn't told me that either.

If I may mention it in terms of change, as much as the chances of meeting with Risha have increased and decreased before.

The reason for this would also be because Joshua put more effort into Leisha's magical instruction, but it would be significant that there has been more faces to other houses, etc.

Attendance at the magician's salons and nightclubs, and even greetings to the Laceft family's branches.

It seems that Riesha's strength has already been laid at first sight from other houses, and if only by her magical skill, it can be said that Riesha's Lord's seat has become a stone.

Arcs, on the other hand, also had more to do, such as making magic meters, which made it harder to make time convenient.

There are also outings and stays at my uncle's house, and I see him about once a month.

Some moons are not at all.

It would be easy to see my father Joshua or my mother Celine without their eyes, but those opportunities don't come around like that.

Speaking of other things that have changed, it would be that we have begun to communicate.

Its counterpart is Charlotte Clemelia, the eldest daughter of the Count of Clemelia.

She is the girl who previously helped out in one of the Marquis' cases.

Wen Tong is her only hope.

It started when the magic meter announcement and so on settled down.

The communication took the form of correspondence because we are busy with each other and it is quite difficult to meet each other in person in your home.

She is now fourteen because she is two years older.

I have been attending the Magic Court for about a year now because I have been enrolled in it since I was thirteen years old.

He said he doesn't use magic, but he's studying against magic.

Naturally, they also encourage sword training.

It also said that he wanted to make sword arrangements.

It looked sophisticated, but is the area still like a Martial Family daughter or something?

And then, it's about me.

The magic gauge is operating well, and there are no particular problems.

The reading and interpretation of the Chronicle, the magic prototype, etc. are also in order.

He's also been saving quite a bit of money, including a huge bounty coming in from the guild.

The situation is that we are now asking Noah or Kazui to find a property in Wang Du.

... Arcs and I don't intend to stay in the Laceft family forever like this.

I can't let you use Uncle Crave's mansion forever.

Because some businesses have it, such as magic meters, we need a separate, decent base in the form of a separate residence for the Arvents.

I have savings as mentioned earlier about money, and if it's not enough, you can borrow it.

If I still can't do it well, I also think I should sell some magic off to the guild.

It's my dream home plan.

When it comes to other things that have yielded results, it would be example brewing.

Not so much trial and error...... but I repeated the work several times to get closer to the quality written in the book and it looked like it.

Now, as before, he rents a room in the basement of the Crave Mansion for brewing and storage.

The interior walls are engraved to maintain a crisp room temperature throughout the year.

The humidity is kept as constant as possible.

The packed barrels are also stamped with the inscription that was written in the book and treated to make fermentation easier to proceed.

The fact that engravings are everywhere and my eyes are going to hurt is a word that those who have been in here say with their mouths together.

Whatever, at the mini brewery in the basement.

Open the top lid of the barrel you were storing.

Alcohol is stored inside.

From what I've seen, they're divided into upper and lower levels.

On the top is a clear so-called supernatant, and below is a build-up of starch (discharge), which is white and cloudy.

The percentages are such as 20% supernatant and 80% sedimentary layer.

When it comes to alcohol in this world, it reminds me of vodka, gin, and sake to see only the supernatant.

In the case of sake, a process such as squeezing the sedimentary layer, the corn, is necessary - anyway.

I thought it would be a lot better if I could, but something unexpectedly appeared to be up.

"This is superb wine..."

Materials required.

Temperature control.

Regular agitation.

State of being able to do it.

The brewing period described in the book is also clear.

Probably finished with this.

... As I keep an eye on the contents of the barrel, I hear footsteps from the stairs.

The number is for two.

Eventually it was the two squires attached to me who showed up down the stairs.

One, a young man with a face and beauty just missed with a woman.

He is in his early twenties.

He makes a short bob of herd blue hair, like a so-called boob, cut long enough to attach it to his shoulder on the right, and makes three short braids next to his ear on the left.

Monocle in the left eye.

A fine sword at the waist.

Dressed neatly in a black morning coat, the statue of a butler is like an example.

One, an evil-looking man with black hair and hardened forehead all back.

Age reaches the thirties or not.

With three white eyes, it stays cut up.

There is always a noticeable sarcastic grin on the mouth.

The chest of the shirt is opened, and the tie is loose to match it, and you can see that it is quite worn apart.

Scarf on arms.

A key bundle at the waist.

Other items like props are carried quietly.

"Kazzi on Noah"

Speak to Noah Ingvain, who came down the stairs, and Kazzi Guali.

Then Kazzi obviously frowned and threw the question.

"What are you doing, you?

"Creator Activity"

"Am I?"

"It's about making things."

Ask me back and say it again.

Is it because of the intense colour of the influence that keeps you mouthing the language of a man's country?

The linguistic system that I base myself on belongs to the kingdom, but the man's language makes a face when it is mundane.

You have to be careful, but I can't resist the fact that it's easy to say.

Noah approached me.

"With that said, you've been made to collect ingredients before. What is this after all?

"It's booze. Alcohol."

"Liquor? Are you making booze or something?

"Exactly."

"I don't even know what liquor tastes like. Kid doesn't make liquor..."

A subtle looking exhale, exhaled from a subtle look.

Sure, I know Kazuki's shuddering.

I just think it's tochi crazy, such as kids making booze.

Next to the man with the frigid look, Noah gives a slightly daunting bare gesture and mouths words of mourning.

"Getting your hands on alcohol at this age can't help but feel helpless as someone who has been at the edge of his education"

"What kind of mouth do you say that? Besides, in my case, I'm not a drinker, I'm a builder."

"So you're going to have to make it because it's hard to buy it yourself. I thought it would be more sinful."

What do you call sinful?

Well, as far as sins are concerned, the liquor tax laws of a man's country will definitely hook you up.

Drinking and drinking are definitely full.

But there is no such law in this country.

So much so that in some regions it is popular to have alcohol in your drink due to the preservation of water.

"Besides, you're not going to leave the home."

"At the same time, aren't you holding out a lot of hands?

Noah's right around here.

I use my previous experience fully to engrave everything from indoors to tools.

The basement is almost engraved and neat.

There are so many engravings that Kazuki looks around and says "uh-huh" and pioneers.

"So? You still working on that liquor today?

"No, I could do that today, so I thought I'd give you a tasting."

"Hmm?"

"That's why I'm going to taste it now."

With that said, take the liquor supernatant with the cup that was prepared.

Offering the cup, Kazzi exchanged a disturbing laugh, as usual,

"It's good to go. Kihihi."

"Okay, I'll take it"

Noah, given the best hand in the tasting, receives the cup.

The cup is addressed to the mouth, when tilted slowly.

"Hmm. This is"

It was those words that popped up.

Hold your mouth down with your hands, and you can certainly peek at surprises in your eyes.

When the symptoms appeared, it didn't seem to taste bad, but I asked.

"What do you say?

"... delicious. I'm not as familiar with alcohol as I am with alcohol, so I can't put it in words."

More intellectuals than Noah can say in words.

If you're not familiar with alcohol, you may have no choice but to expect this.

Second, Kazzi asked Noah.

"Is it not the same as white grape wine?

"Yes."

"What is potato distilled liquor?

"Or not. Alcohol is lower than that and has a mellow sweetness."

"Ho."

In that way, Kazzi makes an interesting voice and whispers his jaw.

I prepared another cup and cleared it.

"What about Kazi?

"I'll be the last."

So I'll have a drink.

"-Oh!?

A rich fragrance that spreads in your mouth first.

And a thick mouthfeel, a drink that contains sweetness and good flavors.

The good taste is exceptionally stronger than the sweetness, but thanks to both, I feel intense sweetness.

Unlike any sake, whiskey, or fruit sake.

The part that makes you feel milky is also hidden.

It was a strange atmosphere liquor.

"... Shit. This really sucks."

The man wasn't that much of a drinker, either, but I can still tell.

This is the type of thing that doesn't even exist in a man's world where there were tons of different kinds of liquor.

Makes me want to keep drinking forever.

There was certainly such a drug addiction.

In the meantime, Fu Noah.

"Arcs, what's the expression like earlier?

"Huh? Oh, no, it's nothing. It's delicious."

"Was it"

Because of the death of vocabulary, I also used the language of a man's country.

Is Noah used to it, or has there been a verse around recently that has convinced me that's what it is?

Finally, I gave him Kazuki's share.

"Heh, don't smell like fruit"

"Oh, that sounds a little obvious."

"Right? If you're gonna drink, remember you, too. You can act like that, huh? Kihihi."

He said that while we had that exchange, Kazzi was in his mouth.

I looked out for him with surprise.

"Whoa! This guy is amazing..."

"I knew you would"

"Oh. I think the booze I've been drinking is muddy. No, I know it's because it was cheap..."

That's what Kazzi says, but dries the cup.

And, uh, he exhaled a much more tranced breath into the ceiling.

"That's sweet. But I've never felt this sweetness before..."

Because it was too delicious, he also forgets the disturbing laughter he always speaks of.

But not to mention that the delicious taste comes from magic doping plants.

In the course of that conversation, I kept my mouth full of liquor.

"Hey."

"What's up?

"Drink this and you'll get a little more magic?

"Magic...... but?

"I used it there today in training, so I kind of get it."

Then both Noah and Kazzi could be conscious?

"If you say so."

"Don't even think it's increased."

After all, the magic is increasing to trace amounts.

Sometimes it is easy to feel the magic change due to the low amount of magic power originally.

So I realized.

"Ah! Maybe if we drink this after we lose our magic!

Could it replenish the magic?

But such a simple and extreme imagination is struck back by two seniors.

"Sure, you can replenish the magic..."

"I'll definitely have to hang out for a drink first, it'll be gone"

"............ hey"

Yes, it's unrealistic to think about it carefully.

Given this increase in magic, I just said 400 to 500 for a bottle of water.

First of all, there will definitely be drunkenness turning and falling.

Acute alcoholism. Totally.

"Hobbies stop after all."

"That's good enough for you. Whatever it takes, it's too much greed, huh?

Are you sure?

The original purpose was accomplished in a complete manner.

Seeking another achievement is a more unscrupulous story.

"How about a Kazzi salary or something?

"That's okay. Sure you can make a lot of money selling this, huh? Kihihi!"

"Did you have that hand?"

While making jokes like that.

"One of these days, Uncle, I'd like to give it to you."

"It would be nice. If he knew this existed, he would definitely drink it."

"That's right."

"Uh, that Osama, I feel like drinking"

This liquor is too delicious.

It is more obvious than seeing fire that a man who loves alcohol becomes a bloody eye when he drinks it.

"I got it a little bit, so it's a good idea."

"You can easily imagine Arcs, whose origins have been dusted with root leaves and who can't hide them after all."

"That's too specific"

"I thought it was accurate."

Noah, who can say well and back off.

But it was also certain that it could not be disputed as such.

"So, Mr. Arcs. What's the name of this liquor?

It's soma sauce.

"Is it soma sake..."

Botter Cline. Some book had that name on it.

The origins and effects remind me of alcohol in the mythology of the man's world, but for once it would be something else.

Alcohol is finished now, but what to do with it will be a challenge in the future.

"Umeh"

"Yep. This is good..."

One of the things I'm thinking about is a hangover drinker and a young man who drinks elegantly.

At this rate, it seems much sooner to lose it than to come up with an application.

While looking sideways at that, suck out the accumulated white starch (discharge) on the bottom and wrap it in a clean cloth towel.

Hanging on the string over the container, a clear Shizuku came down.

Then Noah found it.

"What are you doing"

"No, give me something that looks like a lump..."

That said, now he started tasting although he changed the way he extracted the liquor.