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

Harris puts the poison he had on the workbench.

Harrige removes his gloves and inserts it into his pocket, reaching out to Rose, squatting down on the floor while staggering.

Rose sees his hand and collects.

How long can you reach out?

I guess it was during my time with my grandmother, but I don't remember it anymore.

He did not blame Rose, who was standing still in Harige's hand.

On the contrary, he gently held Rose's shoulders up and gently escorted, as if to a lady, and sat in a chair.

Harrige kneels in front of Rosé, who can't keep up with everything and blacks his eyes.

He is the one who Harriet Asum and Rose have been crushing for four years, but kneeling in front of a witch.

Rose felt even more dizzy.

"I apologize to the Witch for revealing a secret enough to choose death. Of course, the last thing is in my heart. I will never say anything else. I swear as a knight.

Rose was only able to shake his head up and down like a fool.

Grip tightly with both hands as if you were joining the front of the robe.

"Why did you find out I was trying to fuel poison?"

"I didn't know what the drug was, but I knew it in your eyes. The cornered suspect usually fled with that kind of face. It was good in time."

Harrige sighed as if to be relieved.

Hariju, who takes care of the life of one witch, was about to rise again.

When staring at her face with temper, Harrige stands up with a bitter smile. Once he thought he had gone out of the entrance, he came back with a basket in his hand.

"If I couldn't make it, I would have to eat it all alone."

Harrige had a basket full of bread.

It's also bread that looks soft.

"You wouldn't have eaten anything. You can't survive with that flesh. ''

No way, why bother to say it's noon? Rose incredibly compared bread and Harriage.

"……Thank you"

My heart shakes. My chest is painful.

Rose doesn't know how to express this feeling.

My chest was full, my heart was so upset that I couldn't breathe, I wanted to cling and cry.

I was worried.

It means that he thought about Rose even for a moment.

Even though he wasn't nearby, he saw bread in town-he thought he would buy it.

Oh, this is "joy".

Rose knew.

I am irresistibly glad that the person I like has done what I wanted to do.

Will it remain in his memory? There was a weird witch eating only lettuce ...

The next time you look at lettuce, if you remember at least once, you won't want Rose anymore.

"delicious"

When I received the basket, I knew it was still slightly warm.

I ate bread when my grandmother was alive and when I went to town. However, it was the first time I saw bread that looked so soft.

Harige turned his eyes off, as opposed to Rose, whose breasts and words were jammed and tears were about to ooze.

"Wait. Will you eat there?"

"Hey? That's right."

Harryge stops Rosé, who puts a basket on his lap and tries to grab the bread.

"First, get rid of this table."

On the table he pointed to, luggage was piled up in a jumble of junk.

Lettuce, which you don't know when, is also being neglected.

Looking at my untidy living space, I was somewhat relieved.

I feel like I have finally regained my usual self.

"... this is why the aristocrats"

"I can hear you."

"I'm telling you."

After somehow clearing the table, Harrige spread the tablecloth. What a knight, even a cross.

I guessed that the cloth buried somewhere in this house cannot be clean. I'm sorry, but I'm hit.

The ironed red-checked tablecloths are fine but rustic, and they fit nicely in a wooden rose house.

The light coming from the small window shines on the warm table set.

"Breadknife is-"

"If you just use a kitchen knife"

"Let's forgive"

Thank you for your generous words and choose the cleanest kitchen knife from your workbench.

"I also bought butter."

"A spoon is for pharmaceutical use ..."

Bring a small chopping board and a wooden spoon and sit on a chair.

In front of you is Harrige, who has been crushing for four years.

I blinked three times to see if it was a vision, but it didn't go away.

Four years ago, such a day was coming-no, not even yesterday.

"It's a rare butter."

"It seems like apple butter. I heard that it is delicious when applied to bread."

"Hey ... I'm happy because I like apples."

There was white butter in the vial. It's much slower than what Rose uses for dispensing.

Harrige cut the bread as Rose looked at the jar of jam, seemingly unusual.

Sprinkle apple butter with a wooden spoon on the sliced bread.

The butter's surface was so rough and fresh as to show the remnants of the fruit, and Rose involuntarily swallowed the gokri and saliva.

"Hey."

"Thank you"

Hold the bread on the plate with both hands.

The bread was softer than I expected.

He had only eaten hard bread, soaked in soup, so he almost seemed to miss it.

Apple butter is shining brilliantly. The nose tickles the scent of sweet apples.

I took a plunge and snapped.

"!!"

I am surprised and open my eyes.

Another bite continued to suck.

"!!"

Even the second mouth was shocking.

It was so delicious.

The mouth is filled with soft and fluffy bread.

Soft but chewy. For the first time, Rose has such a strange texture.

And the apple butter was better than expected.

The texture of the mashed apple is no less than milky butter.

The rich apple flavor and buttery richness make it incredibly delicious.

Harrige stares at the confused look of a rosé that is engrossed and eaten.

I was reminiscing about the day today, which seemed like raging.

――Asum's noble family has been listed in the nobility directory of this country as a nobleman who has supported the Marjan nation for generations.

Harige was born as the third son of the Earl Family, and when he was twenty years old he was conquered as a knight.

His main job as a guard knight is to guard Princess Birula.

Villaula is a young girl, but she was a wonderful princess who was distinctive, caring, and respectful.

The second prince and Harrige, the brothers of Villaura, are also familiar to children. For this reason, he has been treating Birrura, who he has known since his childhood, as if he were a lieutenant, like his sister.

Billura replied, as if she were a blood-separating brother, but had never been spoiled. Until that day.

"Please, Harrige. A wish once in a lifetime. Please ask, not as a princess's command, but as Laura's request for her brother.

Birlaura prayed with a broken heart like a girl, and asked Harrige to dispel her determination as a princess.

I want you to get a love potion.

It only bends the way of people, such as medicine that distorts the mind of people.

Harige never wanted a princess to use such a drug.

But until now, he has never been able to discard Birrula's desperate wish, which he had never said, no matter how small his selfishness.

A visit to the witch by herself with the princess may make her ugly. Harrige visits the witch in secrecy.

The witch's house is deep inside the forest, and its location is uncertain. The hermitage of the witch who arrived at the end after being at a loss was a horror that she thought she would blow off with a strong wind.

And the witch she met for the first time lived in a stunningly dark room.

I always put on my robe and keep the Harrige away with a large, fragrant order.

The suspicion of the witch gradually increased.

Harige, who had lived in Komei, had no point of contact with the witch, everything was wrapped in darkness.

So I was surprised when I saw the witch rising from the water.

I wondered if a fairy lives in this lake. It was not so realistic.

I suppose I rarely take the sun. The pure white skin was as beautiful as snow. The ladies who are rolling white powder in the court must be enviable.

The droplets wrapped around the pale pink hair glowed brilliantly, and Harige couldn't look away.

I didn't think she was an old woman.

However, she did not think she was so young.

Harriage never even imagined that such a young woman would live alone.

By the time she realized she was a witch rather than a fairy, she seemed to notice her.

Her dark green eyes, usually hidden in a robe, were wide open.

At that time, I feel really sorry.

I was so stunned that I saw it closely.

I don't even think that such a cool witch would be so upset that she would try to kill her poison.

But thanks to that, Harriage learned a lot.

That the witch was a strange-old woman.

Witches don't lie, even though they are so fragrant.

All those hard-to-follow orders aren't for Harryges, but for pharmaceuticals.

I thought she was a wicked witch who made a lot of money, but she couldn't make up her dress satisfactorily instead of material.

That the witch who doesn't know what to think is just a girl who is ashamed.

-And I really liked the buttered apple bread.

"... Does the witch house live alone?"

When I found freshly baked bread in the city, I decided to bring it here because I was afraid that the witch like that chicken would die before I finished making love potions .

It wasn't just before starvation, but when I saw the witch's apple cheeks swelling up because of the bread in her mouth, I thought she was right.

I knew she should have that much time, given her current style.

However, she was so small that she was nervous that she would die if she remained alone.

I remembered the bread I had brought and gave it out in a hurry, but she seemed to like it and was relieved.

A witch, who was angry with her tongue, licking apple butter on her finger, saw Harige.

"Hey? Yes, I'm living alone."

"Is it too dangerous?"

Danger jumps up alone in a young woman living alone.

At least those who sneak into the house of the stale aged witch, at least those who are stubborn, who sneak into the house where a pretty girl lives alone, will be swept away.

The witch flickered and flickered.

I guess why he's asking me more now.

Until now, Harige was cleverly silent, not saying that she had misunderstood her age.

"Um ... well, I know when customers come to the shore of the forest, because I'm doing it quietly, and there aren't many customers. I'm hiding in. "

From the utterance, it seemed to have said several times.

In the darkness of the basement, Harrigu felt sorry for the witch, trembling and waiting for the passing of time.

"... all the time?"

"Yes.

The witch nodded without any hesitation.

Just like that. It's natural that it is only you who live alone and protect yourself.

Harrige was worried, but couldn't find a word to return.

That is wrong.

A young girl who is still young should be protected by someone.

The guardian will be taken care of, the dowry will be prepared, and we will be married.

Women are to be protected. Harriage has been raised that way.

That being said, what could I say to my self without any responsibilities?

So Harrige gave the witch a second slice of bread, again with apple butter.

Paint more than the first one.