Matcha Blossom の小説・ストーリー

It required rare, unusual ingredients—a considerable part from the poisonous plants in my garden—and had to be brewed continuously under an undying flame for exactly 1,300 days, with new components added every 100 days. And today was the final day. The 1,300th. As for how I acquired the ingredients despite not taking a step out of here… That was the easiest part. I turned my right palm upward, pressed my left thumb and middle fingers together, closed my eyes, and murmured a search-and-summon incantation—a spell meant for locating and pulling ownerless objects within a restricted range. A heartbeat later, it appeared in my palm. Lava Bloom. A crimson flower that grew only in volcanic crevices

I took another sip and another. “You actually enjoy that grass tasting shit?” Jasper voiced out after observing the expression on my face as I continued sipping. "Indeed, it's actually good. Well, it does taste like grass but not like bad grass or something." “See I told you, Jasper. Matcha is the real shit.” Kenneth popped up supporting me. “I’m going to buy one for my sister.” I spat and continued sipping.

These two were Rose and Mistress Ashera. “Is it okay to have a stranger here?” Rose asked as she bent down to reach the lovely kettle on the small table. She gently tilted the kettle until its sprout was resting on the teacup. Then she slowly refilled the empty cup with the contents of the kettle. As the tea was poured into the cup, an intoxicating aroma slowly spread. Within that aroma were small strands of Edict that swirled around the room before disappearing into the bodies of the two women. It was clear that this tea was a very precious resource. Yet both remained calm even under the baptism of the energy that many of this world were unfamiliar with.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

Skillfully, Alfred poured a cup of the beautiful tea for the lady. "From the Yono Street area in the South. Do you know it?" Ute asked. Alfred handed her the cup with a slight smile. "There's not a part I don't know, Miss." Ute smiled faintly, expressing gratitude for the tea that already relaxed her just from its aroma. "This tea is mixed with rosella flowers and cinnamon bark. I'm sure you'll like it." Alfred glanced momentarily as she closed her eyes, seemingly savoring the thin wisps of steam above the cup.

Adams picked a mixture of yellow hibiscus, jasmine and rose flowers and handed them to Topaz. " This is for you" he whispered as he handed her the bouquet and she smiled already knowing the meaning of all the flowers he picked for her. She took a picture holding the flowers with Adams and Michelson and when they were done, Jake immediately came and took the bouquet from her hand and said.

"I'm not making things up. This Six-Paths Fragrance is indeed poisonous. Or maybe it's more accurate to say that the ingredients used are wrong." "Wrong?" Ellena's expression grew colder, and there was anger in her eyes. "Maybe you didn't know this, Harvey, but the most important ingredient in the Six-Paths Fragrance is the legendary Snow Rose. Normally, this plant only grows on snow-capped mountains at an altitude of miles above sea level. While the Snow Rose from Servitas isn't harvested from the wild, it's still something we've cultivated through generations.

, where everyone is enveloped by petals that don't have a branch to hold on to, but don't fall like dry leaves, but thrive in the flavor of nothingness. Adam comes out and both he and those circling the entrance of the company are perplexed by the spectacle. His fingers try to pick up some or other petal that falls and after three attempts, he succeeds. First he strokes it to feel the softness and then the scent, then on his face appears the smile of a genius who has something splendid to show the world.... ━━━━━━✧♛✧━━━━━━ " You're a genius, baby! Almond blossoms paired with Colombian Miltonia orchid?! What an intriguing aroma!"

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.