Chapter 58: Distilled Liquors (4)

The ground trembles.

The wizards were disturbed by the shaking earth, as if an earthquake had struck.

"Uh, why are the Polar Bears..."

"Oh my."

A massive horde of polar bears filled our field of vision, heading towards the Blue Tower.

It was an overwhelming sense of intimidation, as if an advancing avalanche suddenly came into being.

"No need to panic. After all, they're just mere beasts."

Myrtienne, holding a staff as tall as herself, floated into the air.

"That's only natural."

A low hum emanated from her two blue horns as it shimmered beautifully with magic.

Her blue eyes, shining as if embedded with sapphires, calmed the agitated wizards.

"Wow."

"Indeed it's Master Myrtienne!"

Myrtienne was not an ordinary human.

Dragonborn.

A genius who inherited the highest lineage of the dragon's blood known as the Master of the Blue Tower was none other than Myrtienne.

"Rowen, take your disciples and set up a defensive formation at the Blue Tower!"

"Yes."

"Ayla, take the apprentice wizards and guests to the upper floors."

Myrtienne, having issued the order coldly, stepped out of the magic tower with confidence.

Before long, the polar bears had stopped advancing and were lined up in front of the blue tower.

Despite the imposing presence that seemed like a massive white wall, Myrtienne walked out without a hint of hesitation. It was a confident stride that contrasted with her small stature.

However, the confident stride gradually slowed down the closer she got to the polar bears.

You can't tell from a distance, but up close, the polar bear appeared daunting as it boasted a much more massive size than you would have expected.

But is it really true that the Blue Tower master is still the master?

Her blue eyes, not even twitching an eyebrow, were quietly settled like a frozen lake.

Myrtienne's steps calmly halted at a distance from the polar bear, which appeared to be the dominant individual of its pack.

And.

"W-w-w-what... is it!"

'....'

Words stumbled out like a broken machine.

"Y-you, you came here knowing this is the Blue Tower, didn't you?!"

Her frozen voice trembled and as her jaw clenched, but the tone was high.

'It seems like she's really nervous.'

I thought Myrtienne looked calm, but upon closer inspection, she was frozen.

But even just that was a huge act of courage for Myrtienne.

The small-framed Myrtienne had to stretch her neck and lift her head high into the sky just to barely look at the polar bear.

It was only possible by keeping a distance.

When comparing heights with our tower master, it was clear that neither had the upper hand; they were on par neither was superior nor inferior and that was Myrtienne.

If I were to bring this up in front of Ranya, she's going to get really upset.

Because she was always emphasizing that she was taller than Myrtienne.

Still, neither of them could reach the height of an oak barrel.

Anyway, to someone like Myrtienne, polar bears would appear like giants.

Seeing Myrtienne occasionally grimace in pain, as if her cervical spine hurt, made me worry about her health.

"Myrtienne, are you okay?"

Did Aria have the same thought? Myrtienne looked very worried.

On the surface, Myrtienne was just a young girl.

Seeing the polar bear standing in front of her, it goes beyond being pitiful and just becomes truly heartbreaking.

But it was just an appearance; no matter what, Myrtienne was a high-ranking wizard who had reached the peak of the magic.

She was a superhuman who could warp dozens of meters in just a blink of an eye.

If we followed her out of anxiety, it would only beget us in danger.

The wizards of the Blue Tower knew this well, so they were diligently casting only defensive spells from the back.

At that moment, the massive voice of the chief polar bear echoed through the Blue Tower.

"...Grrr, we did not come to engage a war."

It was quite fluent in the common language of the continent.

"Th-then?"

In response to Myrtienne's retort, the chief polar bear raised its massive arm.

As the tense Myrtienne drew power into his staff, the polar bear's hand spread out.

"We came to purchase this."

Myrtienne, upon seeing the object that appeared in the outstretched paw of the polar bear, stared blankly at it, forgetting the situation.

"...Huh, a whiskey bottle?"

The revealed object was an empty bottle that had contained fairy whiskey.

*

"Senior, if I didn't mishear, that the polar bears are here to buy whiskey?"

"...I heard that too."

I looked at the fairy whiskey in the polar bear's hand with a sense of disbelief.

Why is that coming out of its hand?

Why is it said that a whiskey bottle comes from the paws of a polar bear living beyond the mountains in the permafrost?

You all came just to buy that?

It was absurd, but I could understand why the polar bears came to the Blue Tower.

Funnily enough, the polar bear was not only holding a bottle of fairy whiskey but also a bottle of cola.

The only situation that could be inferred from those two combinations was one.

"Do polar bears... know Bourbon and Coke?

Bourbon and Coke.

The American whiskey 'bourbon,' which is made from corn, is characterized by its sweet taste.

When the sweetness of this whiskey meets cola, the sweetness is maximized.

Also, cola neutralizes the strong aroma of whiskey, making it an easy-to-drink 'cocktail.'

This is what is called a bourbon and coke.

Of course, Fairy Whiskey is not Bourbon Whiskey, but when combined with cola, it creates a cocktail that tastes similar to a Bourbon and Coke.

Should I just call it 'Fairy Coke'?

So these polar bears have come to the Blue Tower just to buy Fairy Coke.

It was absurd, but there also emerged an opportunity.

To promote Fairy Whiskey throughout the empire.

"Aria."

"Yes?"

"Bring me some cola, whiskey, and lemon."

"Why suddenly those things?"

"Hurry."

"Ok, got it."

At my urging, Aria ran quickly to the tower without knowing what was going on.

I handed the crystal ball to Aria, who had gathered the materials like that.

"Right?" I nodded to Aria,

"Are you really crazy?"

Aria said with a look of disbelief.

"Are you really going to promote whiskey in this situation?"

"Since it's this situation, I have to do it."

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"I'm going crazy." Aria sighed, but my request was not yet over.

"Can you help me come down for a bit."

Aria glared, but it was no use.

The place we are at right now was the whopping 16th floor.

How am I supposed to get down from here?

If we use the tower elevator, we can go down, but then we would be late.

That said, I hadn't mastered the fly spell either, so I couldn't just jump off.

Ayla seemed busy managing the apprentice wizards.

In many ways, the only one to rely on is Aria, who excels at magic manipulation.

And.

"If we're going to take pictures anyway, you have to come down with me."

"Seriously, just try to mess this up."

"Don't worry. It will be fine."

With Bourbon and Coke, we're invincible.

*

'It's really amazing.'

I marveled at seeing the polar bears lined up in the plain in front of the tower like white waves.

It was so overwhelming that it could be described as a legion.

All these polar bears have come to drink Fairy Coke.

"Hold on tight. Otherwise, you'll fall."

As I was watching the polar bears, Aria scolded me.

Right now, I was going down the Blue Magic Tower with Aria on my back.

Since she had learned the Fly spell, there was no problem with moving around.

"Let's go over there."

"Where to?"

"There alongside with Myrtienne."

Aria, who had flown up to the polar bears, landed on the ground.

The polar bears, not to mention Myrtienne, looked at us with puzzled eyes.

"Why did you come here?"

"I brought whiskey."

"...Grrr!"

The polar bear sniffed when it saw the whiskey and cola in my hand.

'It looks even bigger up close.'

Seeing the polar bear drooling, I shook my head.

The polar bear, which looked even bigger than Bolitur, was licking its lips.

I asked him.

"Weren't you supposed to come to purchase whiskey?"

"...That's right."

"I am the seller of that whiskey."

Myrtienne asked in surprise.

"Are you trying to sell whiskey?"

"Isn't it possible?"

Whether it's a polar bear or a human, to me, they are all just sentient beings and potential customers.

In a world with elves and dwarves, there was nothing unusual about a polar bear. I spoke as I poured the fairy whiskey into cola.

The way to mix whiskey with cola varied according to personal preference, but the ratio of 1 part bourbon and 3 parts coke was common.

Additionally, if you squeeze in some lemon or lime juice, a simple yet delicious cocktail is completed.

"Would you like to try it?"

The polar bear, who had been watching my cocktail-making process with fascination, did not refuse the finished 'Fairy Coke.'

He was already salivating before it was even made.

And so, the polar bear's reaction to drinking the Fairy Cock was more surprising than expected.

"Roar, roar! Oh, it's the best!"

Because he couldn't contain his joy while holding the fairy coke.

It was that moment that it was proven that the polar bear was a cola bear.

*

─Grrrrrr! Oh, it's the best!

─What does it mean?

Whiskey and cola is the best drink.

─It's called Fairy Coke.

─...I see. Fairy coke.

"It turned out so well."

"This will do."

"Seriously, you can't be stopped."

Aria shook her head.

In the video from the editing room, a polar bear was dancing wildly while holding a fairy coke.