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

Rose handed the medicine.

Harrige received the medicine and paid for it.

"Thank you for visiting us."

***

Shortly after Harrige left the hermitage, Rose felt like he had finally returned to sane. He pushed the raging turmoil up and pasted his face to serve customers.

If you notice, hot air swirls inside the robe and the whole body is drenched.

Crouch down and put your hand on your chest. The raging heart was pulsing at tremendous speed.

"Heart hurts ..."

I can't keep sitting and fall from the back to the floor. The dust soars and melts in the faint sun coming through the window.

It was as if he had been bruised in his mind. My chest is painful and I feel soreness that I want to scratch.

The love that burned up as a big flame did not disappear, and I was smoking in the rose all the time.

It's not as bland as it is when the medicine works, but his feelings of liking him are many times higher than this morning.

Now he clearly says he was shallow, saying he would become a subject lightly.

Clearly, I felt more missed about him than before.

Until recently, they were close enough to say that they were close. The heat that quickly melts Rose's body still remains in the body's core.

--in addition.

Rose touches her lips.

The lips you would have touched if it was too late to return to sanity for a moment.

Rose covered her face with both hands.

"Uhh oh ... !!"

While rolling the robe and the robe, it rolls around with a rugged hermitage, covered with objects, with a rugged logo.

She was spoiled and scared, like the lovers of the story. It's pretty hard to remember such a person.

"Huge, gogh, gogh ..."

Induced by dust, coughing.

She is doing stupid things, but she feels like she has returned to herself and feels a little relieved.

"Huh ..."

Spread both hands and lie down.

Rose, remembering the sound he called, wrinkled in his face and bitten his lips.

"Guye ..."

The name you never wanted to call, and most importantly, the name you wanted to call.

The name was called by Harrige, who wanted it more than anyone.

He remembers himself, begging him to call his name during the potato ceremony, and his desire to die hits Rose.

There are some witch secretions that can cause you to lose some of your memory, but you can't afford such expensive drugs for yourself. Rose slammed his head against the ground and chose to physically blow the memory.

The memory didn't go away after a few strikes, but the pain distracted me.

You can see dust piled up on the ceiling beams and gently close your eyes.

"It's not he who uses love pills ..."

Rose had never thought of that possibility, even for a moment.

He never thought he would come to such a disgraceful place for someone.

The chest was tight again.

I'm happy, but I've lost my relationship with him, so it doesn't make any sense.

From tomorrow, I won't see you anymore.

Should we go further?

If so, would he remember any more in his memory, "There was a witch gazing."

Or can he remind you, "I have a nuisance witch who brought me food every time."

What is he now, how is he going from now, he has never been, he is, he is, he is-

"Okay, let's get rid of it."

There is no end to this thinking.

And even if you keep thinking, you can't help.

In order to encourage himself, he raised his body vigorously and hit both cheeks.

Before my resolve changed, I removed the cowbell. It was a sound that I had been familiar with for many years, but when I heard that sound, I was excited.

The tablecloth also ends.

I'm sure you won't come to pick it up. We folded it crumpled and forced it into the storage chest.

If you don't do that, your heart will expect it.

I guess people who can no longer come will bring delicious rice.

The plates and cups that were served are also closed, leaving only one serving.

In the future, no one will bring snacks and no tea will be served to anyone.

If you look, you will remember.

In that room full of medicine, the only sweet apple scent smelled.

Look at the basket that Harrige brought.

Looking inside, it was a cookie with dried apples today.

When taken into your mouth, the cookie breaks and shards spill out.

"... I don't taste it."

The sweets I had been waiting for were much less delicious than lettuce alone.

***

"--Welcome?"

Astonished by the guest who came in with the door open, Rose greeted him with a glance.

Of course, I knew there was a visitor because the bell was ringing to let them know.

I checked from the window who it was.

However, if he could not do so, he could not accept the reality until he rowed a boat and came to this hermitage.

Because he thought he would never go to this store again.

"I'll disturb you"

Harrige comes in as usual.

No changes can be read from the expression.

"... Hey."

I finished giving the love potion.

This means that Rose and Harriage are no longer witches and guests.

But what exactly did he go for?

Rose, suspicious, turned her face blue.

"Is there anything wrong with the medicine?"

"There is no doubt the efficacy. And the drug is out of my hands anymore. When to use it is not my involvement."

Harrige shook his head to Rose, who was immediately nervous.

"That said, I'm taking extra care about how to use it .... I took the medicine, but also about the behavior."

Feeling the sharp gaze of Harrige, Rose shrugged in a gown robe.

――Maybe you're going to steam that story back.

Rosé clearly remembers the glance where the two intersected, the name that was spun, and the sigh that melted.

I'm going to make it all absent-on the contrary, Rose who didn't even want to meet Harriage in the future.

Is there anything that turns the knob of the music box that doesn't sound?

Rose wasn't that kind of person.

In other words, we did not even anticipate this development.

I thought I would be happy if I could reflect on myself in my future life, but I wouldn't be able to recall such a person.

"Please, don't forget about the test drug. Even if I take it, the effect of the drug you have taken has already been cut off."

The sequela of the drug remains, but it is not a lie. Rose flatly asserted.

He was dragging in vain, but he felt that his emotions had already disappeared.

It's like having a bad dream. I don't want to talk about it in the future.

"The effect of the drug is-"

"Yes, it's gone."

Rose, who saw the flag color as bad, blocked Harrige's question and turned his body around.

"What else do you need?"

When he first visited the hermitage, Harrige was terribly grumpy.

When she was shielded from the villagers, she felt as though she was not as suspicious as at the beginning, but she does not want to go to such a sparse place.

The evidence shows that he is still dressed in a travel outfit and hiding his position.

There is no need to visit even though there is no use.

Rose asked with conviction that he could not get an immediate response and looked back at Harriage.

Harryge doesn't even look at Rose.

It's not timeless. Breathing becomes easy in an instant.

Looking at what he was looking at, Harrige looked down at the table set by the window.

Perhaps he felt Rose's gaze, Harrige looked at him with his gaze alone.

Cold ultramarine blue eyes shoot roses.

"Rose"

My name was called and my body became hot.

My heart squeaks as if dragging.

I never thought I would be called again.

Just calling my name will move my heart like this.

Surprise, joy and regret are mixed up and blow up from the body.

"That's the effect of medicine--!"

So, Rose was almost begging not to keep calling his name, and cleverly closed his mouth immediately.

The burning heart regains calm.

The cold gaze in front of him was probably blame on Rose.

"Is the cloth cleared?"

Rose rose shortly.

For some reason, the feelings of herbivores in front of carnivores were clearly understood.

"... I don't know what's important, I'll give it back soon"

"I don't want that."

A large basket was held in the hand of the frowning man as usual.

If you calm down, you will notice that the basket has a rich scent.

He has also bought food. Under Rose.

Without knowing his intent, Rose glances at his thirsty lips.

"... I thought I wouldn't be visiting anymore, so it's something unnecessary ..."

"Take care for yourself, not for me."

Harryge sighs out and offers a basket.

However, Rose jumped back and stooped deeply.

"If it's your bill, you've already received it.

Please pardon.

Rose prayed so loudly in the robe that she was about to cry.

Once you receive it, you will surely want the next.

Tomorrow, the next day, and the next day-the day when the day begins to look at the window as if he is coming.

What a terrible day just to imagine.

The end of the contract was favorable.

The end of the sweet and fun crush period was clear.

I was able to end my own love without permission. With one's own heart.

But once you get it, it's no longer a gentle love that you can just unilaterally pull out and look at.

The unrequited unrequited love is horrible.

"... Nara"

Harij, silently staring at the quivering rose, opened his mouth.

The tone started gently, but I felt a tight air somewhere like a tightrope on a thin thread.

"I'd like to order medicine again."

"... Hey?"

What kind of? When he leaned his head and , Harrige responded with a wrinkle in his eyes.

"... Love medicine"

With all emotions left behind, a surprise came in first prize.

With his eyes, mouth, and nose wide open, Rose stared at Harrige.

Harrige is looking away, at least trying to escape with his eyes alone.

"... this time for yourself?"

"Witch's hobby is snooping on customers?

In order to hide the uproar called for his name, Rose curled his mouth.

Of course, the witch does not snoop on customers. So now, it's completely Rose's blunder.

However, after seeing Rose's ridiculousness, it is certain that it is quite bad taste to try another.

Since Rose is a witch, there is no hesitation in using witch secrets.

There's only one reason Rose doesn't fall in love with Harriage.

When the witch's secret is not available, there is only despair in it.

“… I understand.

I'll have your time again.

Speaking reluctantly, somehow Harrige laughed brightly, saying, "I want it."

***

-Rose.

It is the name of a witch that Harrige was not allowed to call.

He had never been particular about calling a woman's name. On the contrary, it was rare to even be interested in certain women other than the princess.

I was surprised when I was told not to call, but it was the name of a witch.

I thought that it might be a reason that Harriage did not know or call.

Nevertheless, the witch who fell in love with Harrige after taking love pills allowed him to simply call Harrige his name.

He begged me to call a name he didn't allow to Harij, who wasn't in love.

I never wanted to call it just once.

However, she couldn't scold at the rosary who came trembling in her hand like a kitten.

If I noticed, I was spoiled with nature.

What she wanted was a loving feeling that made me want to do anything.

The embarrassment of hiding in the hood, feeling so embarrassed, having a love for himself.

An obscene fingertip like a familiar prostitute and an innocent smile like a flower blooming in the sun.

The appearance of not obeying the medicine reminded me of a witch who usually squeezes apple confectionery with no expression and full mouth.

Harrige was gradually thinking only about Rose in front of him.

Although she was proud of her self-control, she tried to do something that she shouldn't be doing with her daughter.

Rose, who took the medicine for Harriage's request.

There was something that couldn't be resisted, even though she thought she couldn't imitate her romance, which was just born of medicine.

It was good just because time had come, but it was irreversible.

She was swept away by the medicine and did not hurt her, who should have thought nothing about this.

Rosé, who was out of medicine, was more calm than usual.

Rose, who has wrapped up the pills and pills, abandoned Harige, whose head had not switched, and forced him to pay.

When visiting the witch's hermitage, they always gave away the money they were carrying, and the two exchanged greetings.

Harrige returned to his mansion and was puzzled.

――The rumbling of my heart will not stop forever.

If you open the lid, it seems that Harriage was taking the love potion.

From then on, I can't forget the voice of Rose, my body temperature, and my hydrated eyes, whether I sleep or wake up.

Harrige says that despite having been so upset, Rose no longer has any medicinal effects.

From Rose's expression after the hourglass had fallen, it was impossible to read his love for Harriage. It had disappeared without a trace.

Although I should be relieved, when I saw the clear expression of Rose, I felt a bit of loneliness.

Harij thought that if he met, something might be clear, he visited the Witch's hermitage without any intention.

As always, bring sweets.

――While waiting for Harriage, it was rejection.

From everywhere in the hermitage, there was no sign of Harriage.

Harlige, believing not least to call it friendship, but to call it friendship, was surprised.

Naturally, we thought we would welcome you.

Harriage believed and believed that the time to drink tea with a spicy amount of spice in a small window through the small window was still here.

The little witch in front of him thinks he can get away by removing tablecloths, such as Harriage.

Harriage was eager to give back to this sad witch.

"Rose"

The witch, who was called without any love potion, showed a deep surprise and a regretful expression.

Azamiro.

One corner of my mind is pierced by shreds with several invisible spears.

After all, I was rejected.

It was really a sham of the medicine, not a rose that could only say it.

Harrige's woes continued.

Rose, who is not a guest, tells him that he is no longer needed in this hermitage.

Harrige was quick to tell.

"I'd like to order medicine again-love medicine"

A word for a witch's secret drug that he thought was so fragrant, and a drug that would move people's hearts.

But once you say that, you'll want to do something strange.

The trouble of making love potions has been experienced with myself.

I knew the huge amount of time it took.

If you spend that much time again, Rose will not want to reject himself anymore.

Without knowing why the rejection could be so enduring, Harrige laughed, very satisfied with his conclusion.