I am a Witch Requested by My Crush to Make Love Potion

A cowbell announcing the visitor makes a high noise with a callaron.

"Welcome, did you bring me?"

Harij, who came with the tone, is already dark.

The night forest is so creepy that even the roses born and raised here are scary.

"Please come in. I will keep your luggage."

He received a lantern in his hand and was glared. You don't want to be defenseless against your witch.

However, Rose's expression is cool. I always try to keep my emotions out as a witch.

Harrige reluctantly took off his cloak and untied the strap he had hung on his waist and removed his sword.

While picking up the luggage, Rose gently looks at Harrige's face.

I was supposed to understand, but I was almost sighed by the beauty of the face that came out.

Almond-shaped eyes shine below the powerful but elegantly lifted eyebrows. It is a deep blue like a lake surface on a snowy day. The well-shaped ears are a little red at the beginning of the night. Gray hair gently snuggles to protect your ears.

The face, shaped like a statue made by the country's best carver, is as beautiful as goose bumps. However, his beautiful face is now just annoying.

Hang the cape and sword on the pole hanger. The lantern was left on the fire, lit.

Harrige slips into the witch's hermitage and closes the door tightly with her back.

Here is a witch's hermitage that never uses anything.

Rose, known as the "Witch of the Lake", lives alone on a small island in the middle of the lake.

In the depths of the forest away from the royal capital, it is also deep.

The hob was quietly built, so as to escape the eyes of others.

A lake surrounded by forests is like a large puddle.

In spring, colorful flowers, in summer the blue lush greenery, in the autumn red sprout trees, and in winter pure white snow color the water.

There are more beasts to visit than humans, and few of those beasts come over this lake.

Only one boat connects the hermitage to the forest.

The small boat used by the grandmother is connected to mooring piles on a pier that leads from the forest with mooring ropes.

There is nothing worthy of a boatman, and anyone who wants to ask a witch has to row an oar on their own.

There is only a small hermitage on the small island surrounded by lakes and a simple field that can be maintained by a single woman.

Rose is a witch.

Since she was born, she has been a witch since she was born.

Since she lost her childhood, she and her grandmother have lived together.

His grandmother returned to the soil four years ago, and is now alone with Rose.

The hermitage where we spent two people is so small that we can not feel large even if we are alone.

The room lit by only small lamps is dim.

A cauldron of witches for infusing secret drugs occupies most of the floor space.

Almost the entire wall is filled with storage shelves. Books were lined up randomly on the shelves, and poropolos, herbs, and wrapping paper spilled from the gaps.

In addition to cleaning tools such as brooms and mops, rolled paper is inserted into the large vase next to the shelf with its neck folded and folded.

The floor was overflowing with luggage so that I had to find a footstep.

Herbs, fur, and even unintelligible dried fish hang from the ceiling, allowing eerie air to flow.

The fragrance of spices and animal oils is soaked and filled with a unique smell.

The only space available for guests is a small table just outside the entrance and simple wooden chairs.

The table, of course, does not have a tablecloth or the like, but it has been a long time since it has become a storeroom.

"I'll confirm it."

As Rose sticks out his hands, Harrige removes his waist, looking down at the witch.

"The liver of a fire rat intoxicated by the ultrasound of a wrapped bat."

Receive the dingy leather bag without any hesitation.

Harige wrinkled his eyebrows as he pushed it into the corner to create a gap in the chaotic table with books and herbs.

Make a suitable place and put the lamp.

An orange light illuminates the table. Rose carefully opened the leather bag.

"Yes, there is no doubt. You seemed to take care not to hurt when judge. I have seen such a beautiful state after a long time."

Rose looked at the lady who was about to be fainted by the words of a woman of her age, but without expression, and looked up at her client.

Harrige nodded, struggling to disguise himself.

"That's finally--"

"Yes. I can finally ask for the next material. Next ..."

"Is there still?

Surprised by the loud voice, the petite Rose body floated in space for three fingers.

The rose itself is also wrapped in a robe, so the clothes dance. Dust rises in the corner of the room.

"This is how many times. Last time, the pollen of a flower that only blooms on a cliff, the raindrops that first fall from heaven, and the melancholy roots that scream before that. It takes so much time, but why can't you put it all together at once? If you were a royal pharmacist, you would be punished! "

Harrige had long been patiently collecting materials, but his patience may have been lost.

In front of Harriage, who reduced his distance by a big step, Rose covered his hood deeply.

If even a small rose shrinks, it looks even smaller.

Harrige, who is regretted by seeing a trembling rose in a bubbling robe, bends down in a hurry.

"... I was loud and bad."

"No, it's dazzling ..."

"What?"

"Customer, look good"

In front of the dazzling, squinting rose, Harrige's beautiful face was exposed. His face is so beautiful that his face appears to be glittering. I know that the dust that soared just glows under the light of the lamp.

"... what are you talking about?"

I can't see the anger that I just saw in the expression that makes me amazed. If this expression is also wonderful, I will look through the gap in the hood.

Who wants a love potion?

You may not be confident in yourself.

Is your opponent a Takamine flower?

Or maybe you like someone who already has a partner.

Regardless of the circumstances, the point that there is an opponent who wants to fall in love cannot be overturned.

――The unrequited friend suddenly came home.

I came to want you to make a love potion.

Harrige must have not even known about Rose, not just that Rose had a crush on himself.

After all, when Rose went out to the town before, it was a relationship that only fell in love at first sight with a long winding.

The only thing a witch like a recluse can do is earn enough time to hand over the medicine.

I don't even want to like it.

But in the meantime, if you can learn even a little, that's fine.

A little sloppyness will be appreciated.

I want you to praise him as a human being just because he didn't drop love pills at his encounter. Although disqualified as a witch.

"So the next material is the sensation of a rainbow-colored grasshopper. Please be sure to come on a full moon night."

The full moon has just ended last week.

You can earn time for a whole month before you get the next item.

"Let's look at the sky all the time ...? I'm not too free ..."

A blue streak appears in Harrige's temple. These are thick blood vessels. If you don't care, it's so beautiful that you'll be in love with it.

Even the naive witch knew that he was not spare.

Speaking of Harige Asm, a knight who works in a magnificent royal palace, which can be seen even outside such a royal city.

A super elite knight. According to Rose, his father is also a nobleman.

Originally, it is not Onito to go to such a horror shop.

That's why Rose was so surprised when he first came to this forest.

"I see ... if you don't have the time, I can't help it.

Rose lowered her eyebrows and, as the word suggests, made a sad face.

If Harrige doesn't have the ingredients, the medicine will not be complete.

As he reads his intention and the witch's firm belief that he will not arrange the material himself, Harrige sighs oversized.

His sigh, despite spending so much time, money, and effort, showed that he wanted a love pill.

Surely there is an opponent who wants to turn around.

"Ah!

Instead of being depressed, Rose makes a loud voice.

"The next time you sigh, please let me know, because a beautiful man's sigh is a drug ingredient."

"Absolutely!"