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

The lake does not dry up just as the rose has changed.

In the forest as well, there is no loss of animals and no loss of nuts because the rose has left.

But it is different for Rose.

From Rose's point of view, lakes are important homes and forests are important workplaces. Once the lakes and forests have changed, the witch cannot continue as before.

In front of great nature, a witch alone is a tiny thing.

The witch who couldn't do that was in the forest early in the morning. The morning mist on the lake scatters through the gaps in the trees.

The flowers that were in full bloom some time ago have finished their role and are dropping their petals.

On the path of the forest where the petals were sown, Rose walked with a powerful footstep. Step by step, the soft mulch tries to inhale Rose's feet, so it takes a little trick to walk.

Pack the fallen petals in your basket. Select beautiful things with little discoloration. Of course, this is also a drug ingredient.

It is hard work to bend down and pick up the petals. Immediately Rose's waist begins to scream. While rubbing his aching waist, Rose stretched out.

At that time, I heard a faint voice riding in the wind flowing through the forest.

He lifts his robe, raises his ear with his hand, and looks carefully around, as if by the beast.

Apparently from the rhythm of the sound, it was like a human. As you step toward the voice, the sound becomes progressively clearer.

"Someone ... I wonder if anyone!

It was a very congested voice.

However, he muffled quite a bit and I don't know where the voice came from.

Rose looked cautiously, searching for the Lord of the voice-and found it.

In the woods, there was a voice from a large hole that was vacant. Pitfalls used when hunting beasts.

It seems that the fallen leaves were obscured by the pile of leaves, and they seem to have fallen into the hole. Perhaps someone forgot to fill a pitfall that they no longer use.

――If you follow the old memory, I feel like my grandmother was using it, but it is probably Rose's misunderstanding. Must be so.

"Someone ... are you there?"

I heard the sound of roses stepping on the fallen leaves, or a voice from inside the hole.

Rose looks into the hole.

Since the forest was originally dim, the inside of the hole was completely dark, and it was unclear what the Lord of Voices would look like. But as far as I heard, she was still a little girl.

"I was saved ..."

The voice that was meager before becomes instantly brighter.

The hole is dug down so that the fallen beast cannot come up. It would be impossible for a young girl to crawl on its own.

And if it's a hole that your grandmother forgets to fill, it might be your responsibility.

Rose takes off his robe and hands to the edge of the pit. I hung my robe off, taking care not to fall.

Since the rope is not at hand, I have to substitute a robe. The girl knew Rose's intention and grabbed the robe tightly.

"Thank you! Will you raise it?"

"No, I don't have the strength to pull, so come up on your own."

"What is my own strength ... I'm I? Is there no scaffold anywhere?"

"Would you like to kick the wall and make a place to catch your feet?"

The girl seems to have gone awry at Rose's proposal, but she has begun to kick the wall. If you kick too much, you may be worried that the hole will collapse due to the nature of the soft forest soil.

The girl managed to crawl out of the hole while struggling. Rose, who had been supporting her in the robe for a long time, was almost gone.

With the girl crawling up, she falls atop the forest for a while, and she sets her breath.

"Why ... there's a hole in this place ... why I look like this ..."

He was relieved to get out of the hole, and his voice was filled with unprecedented regret.

The gorgeous cloak and shoes worn by the girl can be painted on mud and derodero. The body fluids of the crushed insects and the stains on the juice of the roots of the tree must not be washed off.

The mud stuck to the hair, and the original color was unknown. In some places, the mud dries and the dusty hair is stiff and needs to be re-tied.

Rose stared dimly at the girl.

Plump cheeks with large round eyes. The girl's face, each of which was carefully crafted, was perfect.

Even though it is covered with mud, I am shocked by the beauty of the girl.

"Oh ... I prepared a lot ...!"

The girl falls down on the ground as she looks at this piece of fine cloth wrapped in fine cloth, which she would never let go of when she crawls out of the hole.

I thought she wasn't a neighbor because of how she spoke, but maybe she was a nobleman.

If you were an aristocrat, you would be with a guest.

All of the aristocrats, who go deep into the forest, had errands on the witch.

"... It's very like this ..."

The girl looks down and touches her body, looking down gently. It is inevitable that their parents will be scolded for their dirty appearance.

He is afraid to be scolded. The girl is touching her body to check for abnormalities.

When a girl's fingertips poke a certain point on her body, she screams thin.

"Oh, no!"

Rose was terrified by the sorrowful voice that was about to collapse.

The girl is touching her body and looking for what she wants.

"Such ... no way ..."

The girl, sitting on the ground in the forest, was willing to clean the magnificent cloak and stretched her neck all the way through the hole.

Rose stands up behind the girl if she can't resist being dropped, even though she raised it.

"I can't believe it ... I'm falling like that ..."

The girl muttered stunned while looking into the hole. Rose also looks into what is falling, but I'm not sure.

As I looked further, I felt that I could see small light reflected on the sunbeams.

A girl with a troubled face turns around.

"Don't you take me?"

The face of a girl was so adorable and the pleading was so thin that any man in the world would want to fulfill his command with salute.

But Rose is a witch.

"Eh, I hate it."

The girl was surprised at the response of Rosé, who had no clue.

He didn't seem to have refused.

"I'm very troubled without it."

"I don't want to get out of the hole too."

"I'll bounce if I get it."

"No, it's impossible."

"Such ..."

Tears slowly bleed into the young green eyes of the girl.

Will you cry? Perose retreated a bit.

It may be the first time you see a person crying.

Without a mind, my body was fidgety.

If she was crying, she was worried and surprised.

No matter who would get angry to cry, he had nothing to do with the witch's rose.