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

Fortunately, however, Rose had no need to worry.

The girl pulls her chin and closes her eyelids.

And the next time I opened my eyes, I couldn't find any tear fragments.

"I will change the day"

Despite leaving a deep regret in his determination, the girl still looked away at Rose, tearing her gaze out of the hole to cut off her pride.

"I'm bothering you. You have to give thanks. What's your name?"

"It's a good lake witch."

When Rose proclaimed, the girl, who was trying to take thanks out of her bosom, opened her eyes as far as she could and pulled her face.

"Now!"

The girl's face dyes astonishingly.

Even if she could greet the stranger fluently, she would be terrified and shy if she knew the witch. I don't expect a little girl from a noble family to sort out.

"Ma, mama, ma, witch ...!"

The potri and leather bag fall from the girl's hand.

But the girl doesn't seem to notice the drop. His hands hiding his mouth tremble with a trap, and his eyes are moist again.

Rose has fallen a bit as recent reactions have continued. You should have known that Harryge did not mean you were welcomed by everyone in the world.

Rose is proud of the witch's work, but the witch is a threat to humans. I have to remember it properly.

Rose quickly succumbed.

Then, the girl makes a voice, "Oh."

He tilts his head to find out what he has done, but only a girl who doesn't know what it means is leaked from the girl.

You've already helped because you helped through the hole. When Rose felt that there was nothing better for him than he was near, he picked up his dirty robe and knocked off bread and dirt and mud.

When she puts on her robe and tries to leave, she hears an unintelligible voice saying "Oh, oh, oh," again.

Rose, wondering why she was being stopped, asked with suspicion.

"I'm sorry."

"Ah, ah, no way, really ... see you here, ah!"

"...?"

"Oh, oh, oh ...-- I'm a fan!"

"……fan"

fan?

Rose repeated with heart.

I knew the meaning of the word, but I wasn't confident that it was what she intended. Fans are pretty much a word to use for a friendly partner.

"Ah, no way, you can meet before visiting the hermitage ... nmm ... hhh ... I don't think!"

In front of the rose, the girl took out her handkerchief and began to carefully wipe her own hands. In front of Rose stunned, the girl turns her face red and is desperately spinning words.

"Water, I've been longing since I was little."

"longing"

"Well, oh, true, witch."

"Witch"

"Oh, it looks like this ... I really wanted to go back ... so much souvenirs ..."

"Souvenir"

"Please, please, please, shake that hand!"

Both hands are offered vigorously.

"……Handshake"

His hand was shaking poorly, and Rose held his hand confused.

"I won't wash my hands again!"

Porori and tears spilled from the girl's yellow-green eyes. Once she spills, she seems to have lost control, crying while shaking her shoulder.

I was wondering what to do if I was crying, but now I can't afford to consider the girl.

Rose was more confused than a girl who was thrilled by the excitement.

In my life, I've never been overly staggered, asked for a handshake, or told me to wash my hand no longer.

Something is going beyond your imagination.

Rose had an unknown sensation.

"... What happened to me?"

I always thought she was a guest, but no one came to look for her, and in this situation she might be herself.

When Rose asks, feeling uneasy for some reason, the girl stretches her pins and back from her toes to stretch her back.

"Hello, I came here today ... nothing else ..."

The girl places her hand on her chest, as if she was trying to keep the raging waves off her chest. After a deep breath, the trees in the forest shouted loudly and shouted.

"Well, make me a disciple!"

The birds, surprised by the loud voices, fly with pats. Looking up, Rose replied.

"that is impossible"

"That's right ... it came suddenly, and it looked like this ... I hurt my souvenirs ... Even if I saw it, I even dropped something that imitated a witch's medicine in a hole Insects are a good story that I was a great witch disciple ... "

"No, no-if you're not a witch, you can't be a witch. I'm not going to take disciples for anything that can't be a witch."

Witches are inherited by pedigree.

When a person is born, a person is born, and when a witch is born, a witch is born.

While saying himself, Rose suddenly stopped his mouth. Perhaps she thought she might be really born of a witch.

If so, she is the first witch to see except her grandmother.

Rose asked while keeping her face straight, while holding back her excitement.

"-Or are you a witch's line?"

"... No, no ... I'm ..."

The girl muddled her words so hard to say. It was a pathetic face that seemed to tell me that my hopes would disappear by telling my bloodline.

Isn't it a witch?

Rose pretended to be unaware that he was heartbroken and disappointed.

However, it seems to be a medicine dropped in the hole. Rose looks at the pitfalls. It can't be a real "witch's secret," but it's a good idea to bring what you have already completed in order to be a disciple.

I wish I could really be a disciple, but that's not what we want to be, nor what we don't want to be. Then the witch is drifting vaguely around the world.

"How is it up to here?"

"Ah ... to the companion ..."

"So, who is it?"

"I'm waiting at the entrance to the forest."

"I see, you can go back alone, right?"

Upon confirmation, the girl nodded slightly.

"Then, I'd like to ... if you have a witch's need, I recommend you ask your parents to buy a" witch's secret drug "."

Rose wears food deeply.

He bowed down and walked away.