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

"I'm going to the dining room first."

Then Harrige left the linen room.

Rose didn't eat breakfast, so he never went to the cafeteria, but when he felt calm down, he turned his feet to the cafeteria.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, there wasn't yet Harrige, who should have gone ahead.

I wonder, look into the kitchen. Tara, who was swinging her frying pan with a humming, noticed Rose.

"Oh, what happened? Young lady. Will you have breakfast?"

"House"

Rose, who can only speak the truth, must be modest in conversations outside of Harriage. The servants seem to know such a rose.

"I'm sorry to come, so why not just tea?"

"Thank you."

Para and Rose bow down, and Tara smiles and prepares for tea. Tara, who is firm and strict in his duties, is not so amiable, unlike his grandmother.

Tara pulls a chair in the kitchen for Rose who stood there.

"Do you want to add milk as well? I got fresh milk today."

"Yes"

"A lot? A little bit?"

"In a little bit"

"I've acknowledged"

After sitting on the chair, the pot was placed on the table and the table. Put Koze on it. The quilt teakozee, with many colorful fabrics, may be her own. The hourglass was set aside and Tara returned to the furnace again.

Rose sticks her cheeks on the table and waits for the hourglass to fall.

The smell of the burning eggs, the rushing footsteps, and the overlapping sounds of tableware.

All of them are unusual, nostalgic and tickling. With a strange face, gently stroke the soft place of Rose.

"Why are you here?"

Harrige finally arrives to Rose, who is drinking milk tea with a little bit of milk in dark tea.

"Oh, were you waiting for your husband? I'm so happy and happy."

Thara arranges Harrige's breakfast on the dining room table. The rosette teapot was taken to the dining room without saying.

Oh, and he was staring at the teapot, Harriage offered his hand. That would be grabbing.

I understand it. I understand.

"How long do you wait?"

"Hey ..."

Rose calmly put his fingertip on Harrigue's palm.

Harige, who wrapped her insecure fingertips tightly in her palms, took the rose from her chair with a familiar hand and began walking without shame. It is Rosé that is not broken. Escort at a distance of only a few steps, it should not be embarrassing.

"Even if you get lost in your house?"

Rose, who was pulled down by a Harriage chair in the cafeteria, cursed to distract her.

Nevertheless, it is a size that can not be said that there is no. But while sitting in his seat, Harrige shook his head, "No."

"I was chilling my head."

"Hello"

When he twisted his head and twisted his neck, including milk tea, Rose understood the meaning of "cool his head."

The milk tea that I put in my mouth is about to squirt. If you close your lips tightly and manage to swallow it desperately, you will cough greatly.

"Are you okay?"

Raise and lower your neck between coughs.

But I was wondering if I was really OK.

***

Rose was excited.

At the scheduled time, when I got on a carriage that would pick me up to the edge of the forest, I was so buoyed as to be suspicious by Footman.

Carriage returned to Asum's house while holding the bottle with care and stroking it like a baby.

It was not the entrance, but the chicken coop that rose to the sight of the sunset, lit by the setting sun.

Stand in front of the chicken coop with light feather steps. He greets the chickens gathered on the wire netting to greet him with an impressive reunion.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Well, moderately"

Rose was frightened by the reply that should not have come.

Rose puts his hand on the lid of the vial and tries to remove the contents. Hurry, hide the vial on his back and look back.

It was Harriage, the owner of this mansion.

It seems that he has just returned from work now, with soil on his hem. Looking around, a horse was about to be taken to a horse.

"Welcome home"

Whenever I tell you "Welcome home", an unnatural silence is created every time.

Harigage conservatively said, "I'm back now," as he moved his mouth and mouth like a deer with something he wasn't used to eating.

"By the way, what did you come so fast about?"

Apparently, it was seen from the point of getting off the carriage. The hand holding the bottle on the back gives a lot of power.

"Nothing Harige cares about."

"So what are you hiding?"

Listening to the words alone, it seemed that the witch had come to cast a suspicious magic on the chicken, but Harlige's mouth was telling him that he was interested in this situation. .

"Can you do it without me ...?"

"I'm sorry. Everything that happens in this mansion comes to my ears ... or rather, tells anyone except me."

Grandma-To Tara-san.

With an idea, Rose presented the hidden bottle. In a transparent bottle, what Rose collects is moving.

Rose opened the lid of the jar, as directed by Harriage.

The moment he saw something moving in the bottle, Harrige distorted his neat face and pulled his cheeks. Even such a face is cool.

"……that is"

"It's an earthworm."

Rose shrugged off. A few lively earthworms try to crawl out of the bottle and play with their fingers. The earthworms that have been pulled back into the bottle again join the group that is moving at the bottom of the squirrel.

The bodies of the earthworms, which have been plunged in large quantities by the rose, are entangled, forming a swirl so that you cannot tell where they are at the top and where their tails are.

"It's all in the forest. I didn't get the earthworms in the field, and they're all wounded, making them unsuitable for medicine."

"... I see. I understand, I'm good. I don't know what to put in."

Harige holds his mouth in his hand and slightly retracts his body.

"... Do you hate earthworms?"

"I don't want to keep staring at it."

Harryge insisted, very flatly.

Rose, who had something he was not good at, set out a step back.

One step, Harrige retreats.

Rose goes one step further.

One step, Harrige escaped again.

"That was fun ..."

Rosé was so fun that he could just say it.

It was simply pleasant to be hunted down by Harry, who was always cornered.

However, Rose's joy is not necessarily Harry's joy. Harrige said in a stronger tone, "I mean," to control Rose, who was trying to creep further.

"Are you trying to do it for chickens?"

"Yes"

"Why did you want Tara to stay secret?"

Rose suddenly turns around and pushes out his lips, catching the earthworm leaning out of the jar again.

"Because I knew Tara-san was feeding properly in the morning ... I thought she would be angry ..."

Livestock breeding policies may vary, but when Rose kept the chickens, his grandmother did not look good on treats to the chickens.

According to wind rumors, grandparents are sweet to their grandchildren, hiding them from their parents and secretly giving them snacks.

I didn't know anything about it from my grandmother, so I don't know what Rose is, but it seems that Rose is now.

In the first place, it was the garden field that collected the earthworms, so my grandmother must have hated the earthworms disappearing from the fields.

"What is that?"

Finally, she asked her to hide it from her grandmother, but looking at Harije, it may not have been so much.

"... can't you get angry?"

"I will not be angry."

"I don't think that the witch was laughing at Ichch, who would make him fat to eat later ...?"

"Where are you talking about a fairy tale?"

Harrige said with a stunned face.