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

-Kotsun

Rose woke up as the tip of the shoe hit something hard.

The room with the lights turned off is dark.

Only the moonlight shines through the window, creating a masterpiece with a square border on the carpet.

It was a small sound that wouldn't normally bother me, but for some reason, Rose rose out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

The soft red silky linen leaves soft red hair.

Put your hands on the side table prepared by the bed and get up.

The side table is just a part of the dowry that Tien had recently carried for three donkeys-bridal gadgets.

Rose didn't hate seeing Harriage's room with the furniture that Tien chose.

Stroke the side table lightly and head towards the sounder.

The sound came from the door of the next room, which continued from the room rented by Rose. Rose stands in front of the only locked door.

The key could only be opened from this room. Rose picks up gently when he picks up the hardware that serves as the lock.

"!?"

When I opened the door, there was Harriage.

For some reason, he was sitting with his back raised at the door, and he lost his balance at the time that Rose pulled the door and had his elbows on the floor.

Each other looks awkward as if they saw the dead crawling out of the tomb.

No doubt, if he noticed that he was here, he would not have thought that rose was happening.

"What's here ...?"

"Disagreeable--"

Harige stands up and is packed with words.

His appearance was in perfect order. I guess I'm going to work. Before going to work, he couldn't understand the meaning of Harige's action, just sitting still in front of a door that didn't open.

Harrige was looking for words, but saw Rose and immediately returned to his room.

Bring a quilt and wrap it around Rose's shoulder. Rose wears it because it was a single chemise.

Rose was gratefully received. The quilt has the scent of clean soap and the scent of Harriage.

"Are you always sleeping so late?"

Harrige asks a question without answering it, saying that he asked a question earlier.

Rose nodded, thinking that nobles would do this.

"No, I just happened today."

"Really"

"Mr. Harriage ... for me?"

"No ... before going to work-oh no, nothing."

"What happened? I'm so crisp. Even with heat?"

"No"

Harrige says it's a must. He muttered in silence, seemingly unwilling to say.

"--I was checking you."

"... can you see through?"

"I don't see. Even if it's blocked by a door, I can see the sign of people."

There's no way Rose knows that. I am amazed while impressed that there are great feats.

"Isn't it decided to stay?"

"No, I know ..."

And the drunk says badly. No, maybe she's shy. To the obvious answer, but to myself who was still worried.

"And originally, the hermitage has been evacuated because it is dangerous. He says that he has gone anywhere except here."

There is no other place to go to Rose.

It seemed to Harriage for the first time. Makes a surprised face.

"-That's right."

"That's right"

Harrige turned into a mysterious look, as though thinking of something.

Even a wrinkled face is beautiful. Although I was tired of seeing her beautiful face, Rose was unusual, but found something more interesting than Harryge's face.

Uncontrollably cursed, Rose stretched her neck and looked into his room behind Harrige's body.

Rose knows for the first time that this door leads to the door of Harrige's room.

The other side is also dim and I don't know much about it, but I try to look into Harrige's room as much as I can.

When Harrige notices Rose, he asks himself after some silence.

"--Do you enter?"

Harrige asked Rose, whose neck was stretched like a turtle.

Rosé looks up at Harrige, trying to reply “yes” with momentum.

With a quiet look like the lakeside on a winter night, Harrige looks down at Rose.

The curiosity that I supposedly thought was there was dispelled. The next one was scared.

When I answered for some reason, I felt that Rose and all of him had changed.

Rose doesn't understand what it means to take Harrige's invitation, but he instinctively frightens him.

The air that had been tightly stretched out suddenly relaxed.

Harige raised his mouth.

Harrige put his palm on the head of the rose, which was lying asleep, and shuffled it.

"I'm glad I saw my face at a glance. I hope I'm still sleeping."

Harige disappeared beyond the door.

Rose notices that Harrys has forgiven something, but he has no idea what it is.

Rose could only stare at the closed door, still in a quilt.