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

Rose remembers the day he met him.

--That was right after Rose's grandmother died.

Rose, a fledgling witch, failed in medicine.

At that time, it was not unusual at the time.

However, it was the first time that I went out of town alone to replenish materials.

There is a royal capital right next to the forest where Rose lives.

The forest may be part of the royal capital, but neither Rose nor the witches of the past knew that.

The city is full of smiles, liveliness, and sounds that are incredible to Rose in the forest.

The roads, which are lined with shaped stones, are surprisingly easy to walk.

Houses made of piled bricks were lined up neatly, and tents lined up before that. Inside the tent, there are cereals in cloth bags and colorful vegetables in baskets.

Inside the tent with rabbits and foxes, the shopkeeper and the customer were talking with each other by putting smoke tubes together.

The carriages run down the streets at an incredibly fast speed, and the children follow and amused behind them.

Everyone was lively, but Rose couldn't afford to enjoy the sight.

Her chest was more anxious than joy.

At that time, Rose had just taken over housework and work from her grandmother, and was physically and mentally exhausted.

The client is unable to gain trust and is accumulating unfamiliar housework.

Until now, my grandmother, who was also a witch teacher, led me whenever I came to town.

When it comes to forests, I'm more confident than anyone.

However, all the similar streets made of red bricks look the same for Rose.

There were many people in the royal city, but everyone seemed busy.

And everyone is wearing colorful and stylish clothes. I was a little embarrassed in my mother's dress, though I didn't mind when I was with my grandmother. I am sorry for myself and my gait becomes heavy.

I couldn't talk to anyone, and when I was looking for a store where I had been with my grandmother, I suddenly heard a conversation.

"Well, did you know! I told you that the witch on the lake died!"

Stop and turn your face.

It looks like a snack shop. It smelled good and never smelled.

A blushing customer is sitting at a table seat set up outdoors.

Customers with large mugs in their hands were shouting.

"What ?! That grandmother, I've been around since I was a kid!"

"It's a story that we'll be living for two hundred years! I thought we would live for another hundred years!"

Even as a true grandmother, two hundred are not alive.

He must have confused his grandmother's mother and grandmother.

Rose stepped in to make corrections, but the next moment he stopped moving.

"Well, anyway, this is safe!"

The words I heard were incredible.

The heart starts to buzz.

"The reputation of the city just drops because the witch lives in the neighborhood."

"I didn't know what was there, so I told my kids never to enter the forest ..."

"Now, don't worry!"

The customers are speaking happily, laughing.

Rose felt dizzy.

It was almost dark in front of me and I wasn't even sure how I stood until now.

Rose did not know that the witch was sparse, that she was not kept close to the forest, and that she was so afraid to die and gladly.

Rose knows how far he has been in a world that has been up and running.

Did his grandmother know such malice?

Just think and be scared.

If she knew, she would endure it alone and keep Rose out of sight.

He may have been hiding under his grandmother's feet and ignorant of being protected.

"I feel relieved when a person dies.

Standing like frozen, a sharp voice reached Rose's ear.

A tear spills into the beat of the face.

At the table next to the customer who was laughing, it seems that the man who was eating said. His face was quite steep, expressing the verbal ill feeling.

"Shopkeeper, account"

"Hey, hey"

The shop owner is coming down from the counter, as the man is about to fall over.

The customer who had been laughing up to now may have been shocked by the men's teacup. Talk to the man instead of trying to hide it.

"People are older brothers ... the witch is dead."

"That's why. Witches must be people."

He was a great customer, but was returned as a matter of course and was muffled.

It looked as if he was thinking for the first time that the witch was a human.

"Have you ever done anything wrong to the witch?"

"Disagreeable……"

"I would curse anyone who was happy that I was dead. I hope she is a good witch."

The man stared at the customer with severe eyes and stood up with his cloak on a chair.

Eyes meet Rose who stood outside the store.

His eyes, stared at for a moment, were blue, like the shadows of winter snow.

Hold your breath and be ready to thank.

However, the man passed interestlessly, such as Rose.

When he goes to the city, he takes off his dark robe, which is a witness of the witch. It has been a custom since my grandmother's life.

He had only a black handkerchief wrapped around his head because he was mourning, but that alone couldn't imagine Rose as a witch.

A man with a cloak on his shoulder starts walking dashingly.

Looking back in a hurry, the indigo blue with clear eyes was waving behind him.

"Oh, Harrige!"

"Please wait, Asum!"

Other men at the same table stand up after a man called Harriage.

The cloaks we picked up were all the same indigo.

The customer's expression is dyed with fear.

"Hey, hey! Knights!"

"I guess you didn't offend me! We're irrelevant!"

"Isn't that the name of the lord of Heizran, such as Asm?"

The shop was busy, but Rose hadn't heard it anymore.

He walked while turning his blue cloak, staring at Hariju's back.

"Harige Asm ..."

He muttered his name, which he had just heard, and his chest was tightened.

On that day, Rose fell in love.

He was an unreachable partner.