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

"I'm going to get married."

Harryge said in a cool voice at a chat after dinner.

The air rises from the rose's throat and makes a loud noise.

It wasn't a catastrophe because I hurriedly closed my lips, but it wasn't the sound I wanted to hear to many people-but also to those who like it. When I managed to swallow the tea desperately, I held down my sore nose.

"Um, yeah, yeah, yes. Such a story, yeah."

What, such a story, too. Rose thrust himself in her heart.

She was pretending not to care at all, but she was quite worried.

Despite being a naive rosé, it doesn't mean that he has taken care of the house of a man who has been married without any thought. Even if you don't sit down as a fiance, you won't come to this point unless you're looking ahead to marriage in the future.

The courtship was from Harrige, but he did not rush to marry Rose, who invited him to the mansion as a patron.

But even after Tien brought the bridesmaids, Rose had begun to feel impatient that nothing had changed-it seems like this time has finally come.

Ah, I see I see. If you have come, you can't help it.

Rose pushed up her cheeks with her fingertips. I feel like I'm having a weird face and take my hand off immediately.

Rose, with a cheek stick, hid his lips at the bottom of the robe. If he were to go any further, the muscles in his face would seem to hang down irresistibly. If Rose had been alone, he must have jumped forever.

Harrige sits on the sofa opposite and talks about his dream marriage, but looks reluctant. Rose tilted her neck.

"Something wrong?"

"No ... I would rather proceed if there were no problems"

It's a thing that can't be boiled.

The people of the world must remember how to deal with such a fiancee's attitude.

fiance.

Rose said himself and shook himself.

Rose puts emphasis on his face to prevent this overflowing emotion from oozing into his face. Rose nodded with a face that was too strong and wrinkled between her eyebrows and nose.

"Yes, is it OK?"

“—I ca n’t boil”

Rose, with his one eyebrow raised, muttered unsatisfactorily, and rose almost burst out.

"Why. I thought the same earlier."

"what?"

"No, hahaha"

Rose rose on the sofa and rushed into her room to escape. His steps were as light as Luntatta.

***

"Unseen face"

There was a voice I had never heard of.

Rose, who has just come out of the chicken coop, carefully closes the coop door.

That's the face you don't see.

Rose stands in front of the chicken coop and looks at the Lord of Voices.

There was a man there.

It will not be much different from Harrige in the years. She is slender and tall and wears well-dressed gentleman-like clothes. Her face was well-organized and she was sweet, but she had a good sense of age.

His long, rosy hair was tied, and his unwinding added to his luster. Eyes that receive the morning light shine like well-polished jade.

It's already been two months since Rose began to take care of this mansion, but few visited it. Only the usual miller's son, ash collector and postman visit.

"Speaking of which, Harriage said he had hired a new maid. Hey, is your daughter here? Have you ever met your face?"

From a time when the sky is still purple, visiting a mansion alone without notice is a man who is far from common sense. At least, if you're Tara, you'll know.

Tara taught me a lot about Rose, who is unfamiliar with the world. "Do not approach a weird man." "Even if you have sweets, do not follow anyone who does not know it."

But Rose had somehow speculated that this insane man would be an insane person.

It is no less than the status of Harry, the aristocrat's birth, that would allow such a lack of bow.

I don't know if you want to come here early in the morning and emphasize your friendship with Harriage, but if you smell it, I want you to do it somewhere else. After all, this is a fiancee (......) who is thinking about marriage (...)). I will say it again. The fiancee is "...".

Somehow, Rose was enthusiastic and ignored the man's question.

Place a basket with the other eggs you have just picked and start rubbing the mud on the back of the shoe with a tree branch.

"What do you do when the customer comes .... it seems to be dirty."

Looking at the mud that stuck to the back of the shoes, the man was pulling easily. The repulsive heart swells when swollen. It doesn't seem to go well with this guy.

Rose, who wants to throw a tree branch, puts on his robe deeply to hide his discomfort.

Looking at the figure, the man's face solidifies.

"-Witch?"

The atmosphere changes from a frivolous atmosphere to a nervous atmosphere with a sense of numbness.

There is no special formula for witch robes, but people do not like to wear robes with dark hoods and deep hoods. At first glance, it looks like a witch.

In other words, it is basically a witch who wears a robe with a dark hood and a deep hood without concern.

Discard the branches with chunks of rice hulls clumped with bird droppings.

Rose glanced at the man and began to walk at him. A man looks sharp.

Rose rose one step, one step closer to the man, and bowed beside the man. There was a wooden vat where Rose had just drawn water.

Rose, holding a tub, sticks his hand and sprinkles water around the hut.

When I saw the clouds, it seemed to be quite warm today. It would be better to go to the hermitage as soon as possible.

The man who glanced at Rose's sprinkling water frowned mysteriously.

"You ----"

"Ah"

Rose had no time to call, and a man approaching Rose while talking talked slippery. Straw and rice husks have fallen around the chicken coop, even though they were just watered and slippery. Naturally it is slippery.

The man who slipped on the wet soil was stunned with his bottom mochi. The chickens start to hum in the hut, as if laughing at a man with chicken dung and rice husks sticking to his clothes.

Rose looked at the man for a while. A man is also watching Rose.

As they stared at each other for a while, they heard a rush of footsteps from the mansion.

"--What are you doing!"

It is Harrige who walked in the courtyard. Rose calls out in a hurry.

"Mr. Harrige. There is water here so it's slippery."

After hearing of Rose's deterrence, Harrige slowly began to walk.

"Nah ... I didn't have any attention!"

"If you come suddenly from such a morning ... what's making a noise?"

Harriage reaches out to the man sitting down. If a man is exactly as Rose envisions, it's far too cheap.

When he is surprised at the heart while watching the man help, the rising man frowns at the dirty ass and clothes.

"A woman is a witch," she says.

It's a familiar word of contempt.

With no hurt expression, Rose keeps looking at the man with a clear face.

Harriage raised his eyebrows and showed discomfort.

"Because it's a witch, it's probably decided to be a woman."

"No, not in that sense ..."

The man tried to convey the meaning of the word correctly, as to whether his opinion was not transmitted to Harriage. However, the man who saw Hariage's face probably realized that he had pretended not to hear the man's rant.

Harriage conveys in a firm voice to the man who stops speaking.

"I'm not going to discuss this, even if you are."

"No way Harrige, you ..."

Harige takes out his handkerchief from his bosom and pushes it against the man. I turned to Rose, ignoring the man who was trying to ask something.

"I'm sorry. I said this man was rude. It would have surprised me suddenly. This man is a friend and is called Yashm."

The name was exactly what I expected.

Yashum was the escort of Harige today, the brother of Birlaura, a rau who was recently seen as a guest, and the name of the second son of King Marjan who ruled the area.

"Is there anything else?"

Rose sees Yashm trying to carefully remove dirt from her clothes using Harriage handkerchiefs. The reason why Harrige does not treat Jashum as a prince may be because of stealth.

"I was rude, but I'm happy because I did the same."

As he saw the witch laughing at his nose, Yashum dragged his face.

"Oh, Harriage. Laugh at that idiot. No way, you're the fiancee."

"She is called Rose. I'll introduce her again, so let's change clothes first."

Yashm stood up with a stunned face to Harrige, who was ruthlessly affirmed.