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

The end was abrupt.

"Rose"

――I immediately knew it was the end signal.

The voice was as quiet as the lakeshore at dawn.

"Thank you, calm down."

Pom Pom and Harrige hit Rosé's head.

The contact is cheap. He was telling him that the effects of the love potion had expired.

He started talking about his distraction, and suddenly Harrige shut down before he could stand up. The next time she opened her mouth, she was back in sane.

It was too ridiculous, the end.

Hold the rose and take a distance to get Harrige up.

Following him, Rose rose up slowly.

Until recently, the part that had been in close contact with Harige was stuffy. As the surprisingly cold air entered the clothes, Rose shook.

Until recently, they were so close together that they couldn't touch each other.

The natural distance is very lonely.

Unlike Harrige, who lost the drug's effect, Rose did not keep up with reality.

--surprised.

I knew the potency of my medicine, and I knew that the happiness of deception would end soon.

Rose was now disappointed.

"Rose"

The name is called with a familiar, core voice.

Standing face-to-face, Rose was unable to see Harriage's face and lowered.

Replying in a small voice, without being able to hide his frustration.

"Yes"

"I want you to marry me"

"Yes?"

Rose looked up at once. I don't understand the meaning of the words I heard.

However, Harige looks up and waits for Rose's reply with a serious face. It doesn't seem like you're being spellbound by magic anymore.

"I told you earlier ...? This is a drug to take away such words ..."

"Oh, I heard."

If you look at where you don't withdraw, your emotions may still be dominated by the feelings of being swallowed by love potions.

I don't seem to hear my advice.

Rose speaks slowly, as if to tell Kikibo.

"I'm a witch, so I don't think changing my mind with magic is bad.

Although packed with words, Rose thought and spoke the truth.

"It's a lie, but we want our customers to be happy."

For Rose, it was courageously courageous to tell Harry's wishes for happiness.

After all, Harrige knows that all the words from Rose are her true intentions.

"If I marry you, I can be happy"

"Even if it's true, I can't. I'm a witch."

Harryge lifted his eyebrows, refusing to do so.

"Because it's a witch, why say no?"

"Why is a witch different from a person?"

"Someone can't lie.

"Not only that"

"So what do you say?"

Rose is at a loss.

Harijs, born and raised in this country as a noble, speaks as if confirming the facts he knows for granted.

"As you know, witches do not belong to the country; they do not obey the laws set by others. Do you live for the country who will be your wife if they do not belong to the country?"

"I don't care at all. Some people are married in countries with different laws and religions.

"You know, but not obeying the law-you make medicines that harm people, no matter who you give them to, you can't judge me."

"Even a blacksmith making weapons is likely."

Harryge is right. So far, Rose has lived with that thought.

"But ... you are a knight. Can you allow yourself to be acquitted in your duty as a knight, even if you do what you have to be judged on?

Isn't it a humiliation for Harriage?

Isn't that justice not tolerable for him?

"I don't know. At that time, I decide what to do with my heart. I may forgive you, or you may decide on something other than the law. You don't have to avoid it beforehand."

Rose, who was just thinking about Harrige's feelings, was struck by Harrige. Rose passes for a moment, but insists on his passing.

"Well, the witch basically doesn't get married."

"Then how was rose born?"

"My mother got a seed somewhere ... and my grandmother and my grandmother were like that, so when I came to tell my magic someday, I got a seed somewhere-"

I couldn't say it until the end. Because Harrige was glaring with an incredibly scary face.

Harrige notices the withered rose and gently exhales.

"Then it doesn't matter if it's me. By the way, get married."

"But the witch ..."

Harrige doesn't know what to say.

Rose opens her mouth, embarrassed.

"Witches are pleased with death."

I was surprised at the spilled intention.

Cover your mouth with both hands in a hurry.

That's something I usually forget. I thought I was over.

"Well, anyway, this is safe!

Nevertheless, four years ago, I didn't even know that I was so bitter.

"Do you please death?"

Rose shakes his head.

No matter what I talked about, I was going to say something useless.

Harrige looked back at Rose as she remembered something after some trouble.

"--Four years ago, the city ... at that time?"

He had a terribly painful face, as if he had a fond memory.

"Did you hear that word?"

It must have been trivial for Harriage.

Rose painfully nods, thinking bitterly that he remembered well.

"... I heard it was painful."

Above all, a gentle voice comforting Rose pats the wounds full of scabs.

Yes, at that time, Rose was painful.

It was so painful that I tried to unconsciously forget even the painful thing.

Harriage never hated the witch, Rose, even though he hated the witch's secrets.

After knowing that she was a young girl, she responded as if she were a woman.

He took things up high, worried about his body, and always brought sweets.

Four years ago, the love he had only longed for was enough to start moving.

"I'll talk back."

"Hey !?"

I was too surprised and shouted while closing my mouth.

By now, Rose intended to finish the talk completely.

If Harriage had remembered, that's all. I know that many people hate witches.

Nobody wants a wife who will please death.

"What am I surprised?"

"What, because the witch is so pleased to die ..."

"Well, if there's a guy who's happy that Rose is dead, I'll hit him from the end."

Hit me. Rosé grabbed his face in a harsh language that could not be thought of in ordinary Harrige.

Seeing such a rose, Harrige floats a stunned face.

"It's a witch, it's noisy. I came to the witch for a request. I know that from the beginning. I don't say I can be a lady. I like the witch's rose."

"What?"

"Don't you really know? Did you think about why I came here without changing clothes?"

Astonished, Rose looked at Harriage.

Speaking of which, last night was a night, but the villagers were still awake.

Visiting a witch's house as a knight at such a time does not know how reputable it will be.

There were no robes in my clothes to hide.

On the contrary, there was even a blue cape to show his status.

Rose flickered.

"Oh, Rose. Remember."

Harriage says patiently, as if telling a child.

"The witch is kind and full of humor and may try to lie for me-but when a man dies, he is usually guilty."

Harrige is one step closer.

Rose glances down.

"No man jumps into a winter lake to help a woman who doesn't fall in love."

Despite his bitter smile, his eyes capture Rose, with a serious light.

Approach slowly so as not to frighten Rose, and place your hand on your cheek.

"You only have to answer this. Do you like me?"

Rose is a witch.

Witches who deal with magic do not lie.

And Harige knew it well.

Realizing his intent, Rose turned her face red. The man who breaks his knees and looks into the witch's face is glared with tears.

"--I want to answer because I'm lying, I don't want to."

It was the kindness Harrige once showed Rose.

"Even if I don't want to say something, I'm the only one who can tell me honestly I don't want to say it because I'm lying."

It is a word that can only be said to Harrige who knew the secret of the witch, and it is a word that can be said only because he trusts Harriage.

"You're surprising, you're sticky."

Harrige catches Rose's best wishes and laughs happily while saying so.

Rose would have been easy to say if he hated.

Harige gently looks at the face of the apple rose.

Even though the medicine is missing, the still wet eyes are approaching.

Rose closed his eyes tightly.

Find out why Harrige said, "Don't close your eyes" when the love potion is working.

And--

"Eat! Mud bomb!"

A slug was thrown at Hariju's back of the head.

Rose and Harrige stop breathing and slowly look at the entrance.

There were children standing full of sludge in their arms. Behind there are adults with mulberry and nata.

Adults look away, apparently apologetic.

"I'm sorry ... because the kids say that the witch is violent by a man ... If anything happens, help me out ..."

The children seemed to appreciate the roasted potatoes, and the children returned to call on the villagers.

In the words of an awkward villager, Rose turns her face red and leaves Harriage.

"Get away from the witch! The witch is just a girl!"

Children shake big.

Rose crouched vigorously.