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

The hourglass dances in the glass, whispering.

In the pot, spices are swimming in the tea.

"A scoop of oranges and lemons, two scoops. Masala is the top half of the second rocky hump south of the garden. Half of it is cinnamon. Much. Sweet sugar is plenty. "

Black pepper, cardamom, masala, cinnamon, gloves, orange peel, lemon peel, ginger.

This song will always tell you about the grandmother secret blend recipe.

Smell the aroma of black tea. Nostalgic smell and song.

Recently, it was used only for pharmaceuticals, but I remember that my grandmother was making a variety of things when she was alive.

Strain the spices and pour the tea into a cup.

"I entered"

He turned around to take him to a table with people already sitting and waiting, and his light-reddish hair spread.

When Harrige was there, I removed the hood.

Along with the anxiety of seeing the expression, each time you meet a friend in the city, you will have such a shy sensation, like shaking hands to swear friendship.

But every time Rose picks up his hood, he looks happily picking up the ball thrown away by his nostalgic dog, which is hard to stop.

Harrige closes the book she was reading.

On the table are two celadon dishes. Thanks to having multiple items of the same design in the wooden box, you don't have to be embarrassed.

Today's insert is fluffy bread and apple jam.

The brilliant jam in the jar has a sweet and sour smell that is appetizing even in the hot summer months.

Harriage brought the tea to his mouth and slowly put his mouth on the edge of the cup.

"Mysterious scent. Drink for the first time, but not bad."

Don't go with apple jam. Rose was surprised at Harrige who continued. For Rose, tea is because of this taste.

"What kind of flavor do you usually have?"

"Basically enjoy only with tea leaves"

"Do you not put spices?"

"Oh, and it's the first time I've seen it in a pot. It looks like it's milky.

I couldn't predict the taste of tea without spices or with milk.

Harriage shows Rose a lot of new worlds, but he never denied Rose's cherished world. I feel good growing up. Forgiveness comes only because you can afford it.

Cover the bread with apple jam. After all the bread is fluffy and delicious, even the scent that comes out of the nose.

The refreshing sweetness of the apple is tightly packed with the flesh that retains its texture.

"If you eat so deliciously, there is no precept in your diet? Shouldn't you eat properly every day?"

Harrige makes a stunned face. Rose was muffled and couldn't answer because of his bread.

"Are most of the garden fields medicinal herbs?"

Rose inflated like a squirrel, and Rose nodded.

"What kind of things are you making? I don't always make dubious drugs?"

This time he gave me some time, so Rose chewed and swallowed something in her mouth.

Even though he is coming for such a dubious thing, he suppresses the feeling that he wants to be nervous.

"We also make medicines that are familiar to our customers from herbs in the field. Often, we make medicines that are applied to the bruise, medicines that can be used when foreign substances enter the eyes, and crisp skin. "Drugs to be applied sometimes", "Drugs to be applied when the powder is wiped from the skin", "Drugs to be rejuvenated when applied to the hair and left for a while", "Drugs to keep insects away just by smoking" ... "

There is something like "a medicine that can be applied to girls when painted and washed aside," but it is a secret to Harriage. I cry when asked.

"Unexpectedly, I also make ordinary things ... some of them are sometimes used by the Knights."

Rose is not in control because it is being marketed.

Perhaps the medicine that Rose made healed his wounds. I am a little glad when I think so.

"Why lettuce is in a field where only medicinal plants are planted, and why lettuce become medicinal plants?"

"I use it for heat cooling, but I don't often use it for witch secretions. It's my grandmother's instructions to plant lettuce. In that field, plant some rare herbs that you can't get anywhere else. `` I always say, `` Keep on maintaining, no matter what. ''

Rose told Harige that her grandmother was a witch teacher.

Harrige muttered as he bit the cup on the table.

"I was worried about the witch hall after I was gone."

"What?"

Rose doesn't understand what he means.

I was nervous about how to grow medicinal herbs, but I didn't know why that would be my concern.

"Is there no other family?"

"Yes. My mother seems to have died when I was young and I don't remember anything. My father and siblings don't even know they exist."

"I don't know my brother, but my father will exist ..."

I know the origin of humans, but I have never really talked about it. Rose was unaware of his father enough to believe that he was pregnant when he was in the back of a big tree.

"Then your grandmother would have been more worried about the Witch, who would be alone after her disappearance, because even the most delicious meals are so deservingly appropriate."

"Is that so terrible ...? I was eating lettuce. Properly."

"I don't know if I just say eating lettuce alone-it would be my grandmother's intention to eat that lettuce."

"What?"

"My grandmother would have well understood the nature of the witches. To grow medicinal herbs, would she have to take care of lettuce too?

I had never thought about it before.

After his grandmother passed away, Rose also stood in the furnace.

But I didn't think the rice I cooked was really good, and just started neglecting my meals. I had to take care of my meals as much as I started to develop "drugs that keep me hungry."

And to protect the fields, you have to water it early in the morning and you need to be in the sun to clean it.

If Rose had a self-destructive way of life as he wished, sleeping in the rising sun and waking up in the falling sun, the herb would have died quickly. Some species can quickly become ill if not raised carefully.

When I was told, "Get up properly" and "Eat properly," Rose wasn't confident that he was doing well.

It's embarrassing that Harriage, who had never met his grandmother, didn't realize that he grew up all the time, but he was more than happy with it.

I was so cherished.

I was very happy to know my grandmother's deep love.

And it seemed that he noticed his grandmother's love because Harrige thinks about it.

"... I really like it."

"Yes. Eat more."

Harriage offers the bread a little happily, as if he thought it was bread.

Rose receives the bread with lots of apple jam.

"It would be delicious"

Harij's eyes asking her seemed kind.

You may be worried about Rose who has heard his grandmother's story.

"Do you want to eat more?"

"If you eat this"

Saying "OK," Harriage had begun to jam new bread.

Rose chewed his bread as he mumbled.

"How long? I don't really remember this much. What happened until I slept?"

Harriage sang while painting the jam was the song that Rose sang while brewing tea earlier.

"It's a whale. I don't know how long the whale sleeps, but ... by the end of singing, I'm just brewing my grandmother's taste."

The song contained everything about how to brew tea, including what and how much to put, how much to grind, and how much to boil.

While listening to this song, Rose liked to hear the simmering sound together.

"So, is this your grandmother?"

"No way. My grandmother was not a singer."

As I said, I noticed it. So who taught me the song?

Who sang so many times, so completely as he could remember?

"What do you remember about your mother?"

Fathers and brothers who do not know the existence are out of the question.

If you're not a grandmother-only a mother.

It was no good this time.

Rose frowned tightly to hide the tears that seemed to emerge. Looking at it, Harrige laughs.

"Is that frowning face a demon?"

Rose was hiding his expression, the truth, all this way.

To live in that way was to protect himself.

When everything that the witch does is true, he has been imprinted that it is terrifying to barre on people without magic.

But it was.

I remember that it was impossible to fool this person perfectly.

And because he knows that, he also comes to be the partner.

Then I couldn't stand it anymore.

My lips shook and my nose rang.

Hold the bread.

If you mumble, you will bite.

Rose thought she was tremendously happy now.