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

"... So why have you come?"

"I would say I'm coming soon."

The only thing I'm nervous about is Harrigu, who just sent Raugh back home.

Not much time has passed since we left.

Evening night customers are not unusual, but I was amazed at the truth.

“I ’ll be back soon”, but it ’s all too early.

Did something urgently happened?

At this time, I always came in the afternoon, and there was a fair distance from the castle to the edge of the forest.

"Laugh-sama ..."

"I've sent you. The knight isn't the only one, I leave it to me-rather than that, it's really annoying.

"No. I'm a customer too."

"I'm sorry. I don't think there's any better way out of it ...

That's why Harrige was looking so different in blood. I hear that the more graceful the better, the better.

No way, she wouldn't even predict that she would go under the escort's eyes and get out of the castle. It must have been a fuss going up and down.

"Rather than going somewhere from this time?"

Rose, who stood up and looked up at Harrige, remembered her style. She wears buns like a winter haired bear to keep up with the cold of the night forest.

"Well, yes. From now on the lake ..."

"At this midnight?"

Harrige, with a suspicious face, quickly looked down at Rose's feet. Strangely, Rose looks down at his feet.

"... It seems there are replacement boots."

"You say something rude."

"It can't be helped. Before, Robe was--"

"That's ...!"

Without knowing that there is Harriage, I remember my blunder swimming at the lake. Rose blushes instantly, and his lips tremble without trapping words.

"I see, I understand. I usually forget. Just because I was in a hurry, I forgot to bring the boots I just borrowed. If I had only one pair, would it be cold?"

Harriage's concerns about his surroundings, especially his clothing, further fueled Rose's shame.

"I don't have to worry, but there are some items that can be sent, just like replacement clothing."

Be cool and speak in a strong tone.

After taking the medicine, my emotions have become too obedient. Harrige's opponent was not able to pretend to be expressionless.

The one who will send you, of course, is Tien.

You can tell Rose that he has no other close friends.

Tien travels and travels, so sometimes she can't stop by. In such a case, if Rose gives a letter, he will always send what he needs, no matter where he is.

"... Is the clothes and shoes also given?"

Harige, who has erased the sober atmosphere of the last moment, is grinning for some reason.

Without being able to keep up with the sudden change, Rose was confused.

He wouldn't have been narrow enough to bend his navel to Rose's bullish attitude. Or are they suspicious of the witch's purchase route? I'm not doing anything illegal. It should be. Perhaps. Probably.

"The seal boots I gave you earlier were sent, but

"I said I gave you, but I'll get it here."

"Yes, yes. Well, that's it."

Originally, he intended to protect the princess's feet.

I'm not sorry, but I'm worried about what Harrige's saying is.

But seemingly not to say anything further, Rose suffered and pointed at the darkness of the night.

"So, uh ... do you follow?"

Harrige, still holding the lantern, nodded.

***

Take Harriage and set sail on the lake at night.

A lake with no small waves surrounded by trees is as black as an ink reservoir. An unfamiliar Harrigue wouldn't know where it is now.

Rose sits with an oar, sitting at Harrige, who says he is rowing.

With delicate oar handling, the boat was able to swim to the destination.

"Here it is"

"What's here ..."

Harryge, who tried to say so, was silent. The moon, which had been hidden in the clouds until now, was gently peeping at her face. The moon shining in both the sky and the lake is shining round.

There is a moon trail on the lake. The boat, which passed the road without any difference, stopped under the shining moon.

Rose takes a small bottle from his bosom and stretches his arm from the boat to scoop the moon.

"It's a material for love drugs. It's a trade secret, so please keep it secret."

Rose whispers quietly so that no one can tell.

In the small bottles, the light of the scooped moon is still shining.

"It's beautiful"

The moonlight is the most beautiful among the witch's pharmaceutical materials, all of which are just shit.

Bring the bottle close to your face and look closely. Seeing Rose enticed, Harrige nodded.

"……Ah"

Glad to be tuned, Rose sneered at the lake at night.

***

Returning to the hermitage, work on separating light and water begins.

Freshness is life. I can't afford to talk about Harriage.

As I stirred the witch's cauldron, I felt a hot gaze. He continued to ignore him, but once he noticed it was difficult to pretend to have forgotten.

"Don't look that much. You're out of hand."

I couldn't say "go home" and I was sorry. Witches can't say words that aren't true.

Harrige sensed the seriousness of Rose and gently turned his eyes.

However, Rose cannot open the following silence, but opens again.

"When I'm silent, I'm nervous. Tell me something."

"It's a surprising and annoying guy"

Even if you think it's crazy, you won't notice it.

When swirling, the kettle is stirred, and the floating light is spun onto the spindle.

"... It's my first time seeing a witch's magic."

"There is no merit to show to people."

Even though he said it was troublesome, he answered Harris who did exactly what Rose said, without turning his eyes.

"--I see .. Speaking of which, does Rose know that customers are coming?"

"Why?"

"You will always be looking through the window"

"Did you notice?"

"Naturally."

The light of the moon is spun into light like a fine thread.

The light that seems to be tied to the hand is wrapped around the spindle with the familiar hand.

"Eyes are good. When someone comes to the forest, your ancestors magically make the bells that are held up by the pillars ring. But also sounds. "

"... Did you say you used to know when customers came to the shore of the forest?"

"..."

"... Rose. Are you listening?"

"I'm sorry. I'm serious, don't talk."

"Hey"

Eventually, Rose was able to respond to Harriage only after the work was over.

"... So what was it?"

Turn the spindle into a large glass bottle and face Harrige. He was sitting on the chair he brought so far and looked at him with a stunned face.

"--I was reminded that you were at your own pace. Thank you."

"You are welcome"

"... How long does the bell ring?"

"How long is it?"

"... I guess it won't ring at midnight like this."

"Do the customers who stay at this time say that?"

This time, Rose was surprised.

I'm not sure what it's all about and how long it is, but it's surprisingly late at night. The day will be changing at last.

"Sounds. Morning, noon, night. And there are many people who visit witches at night. I am used to my body so that I can get up right away. That's why "

Harrige, who was accused of staying in the dark for a long time, had an uncomfortable face, but gradually hardened his expression.

"So you haven't slept for years?"

"I'm sleeping, just to be able to get up."

"I say you don't sleep it properly."

Harry rises from the chair with a rattling sound.

It was the first time that Harrige, who was always aristocratic, imitated such a rustic style.

While surprised, Rose grabs his hand. A big palm pulls a thin hand like a rose branch.

The witch hermitage is small. The rooms are not separated by doors, and the bedrooms are just a small bed in a space hidden by a screen.

It is carried to where Raugh was sitting earlier.

He whispered, "Dusari."

"Sleep"

"Now ?!"

When I was surprised to get up, Harijge was covering her from above. Rose hardens in an instant. I can't do it with my elbows on my bed.

"I'm going to sleep"

Unexpectedly, Harrige's actions and improbable composition make Rose black and white.

"It's such a slender body that it doesn't eat rice easily and treats poisonous drugs, but you're not sleeping at night ...?"

Rosé looked down at the headline.

The closer the forehead is, the closer it is to Harriage.

"But that is, but some knights are-"

"We have an alternative. We have holidays, but you are always alone."

Harrige stops talking.

At last, it seemed that she understood what she was doing.

Rose watched at close range as Harry's eyes slowly opened. Myself is reflected in the eyes framed by Harige's long eyelashes.

The witch with light-red hair sheds tears with surprise and confusion and shakes her lips.

"..."

"..."

We kept silence with each other. That seemed a very wise decision.

A few seconds later, Harrige withdrew meticulously, as if in front of a ferocious beast.

It was so cautious that the world would be destroyed if the center of gravity was slightly displaced.

Harrige's feet, standing on her knees, rose on the rose lying on the bed and landed on the floor.

Confirms that the world has been destroyed and sighs at the same time.

"... It may not be persuasive now, but I won't do a sneaky copy of a sleeping woman. I swear."

"... I know that. I'm not worried."

Rose nodded to Harrige, who said strangely, in small increments. Harrige's temple moved only once with Pikuri, but he seemed generally satisfied with Rose's attitude.

"So sleep. Will there be a bell if there is a visitor? Then we'll pick you up and don't worry."

There were many things to think about.

I can't be rude to sleep in front of him, and I can't be so spoiled by Harrige, who would be tired after Raugh's encounter. And if I rely on him again, the nights spent alone will be painful.

"Sleep safely without thinking"

However, a gentle voice that permeated the whole body, penetrating deep into the heart, stroked Rose's eyelids.

In spite of the rescuing relief, Rose left her boat on a night trip.