A cool breeze faintly passed between Sharle and me.
I took a glass from my magic bag and spoke to the chair that, from the outside, looked as if no one was sitting in it.
"If you can drink alcohol, how about a little?"
"Let's see… then, I'll accept."
After a short pause in a voice that seemed to be thinking, a reply immediately came back.
I smiled, picked up the bottle I had set on the ground, poured about half a glass of alcohol, and held it out toward the chair.
Then the glass I was holding grew lighter, and I understood that the bottom was being supported.
This kind of casual consideration is a good point of Sharle's, and a point I like.
I have never asked how she does it, yet someday I would like to ask about the method that even makes the handed-over glass disappear.
Turning my face forward I heard the sound of something being drunk, then a small exhalation.
"This is delicious…"
