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

"I'm so sullen ... I guess it would have hindered the good atmosphere, but I'll keep my virtue until marriage?"

Rose, who is lost in thought but is told blatantly in his ear, steps on Tien's feet as he goes.

"Is it okay to go to the salon soon?"

Tien, who was painfully injured with her stepped feet, was invited by Harrige and headed for the salon.

Rose followed Tien. Apparently, the cargo line was over. Dresses, cloths and shoes hung on screens and hangers are carried in the salon of Asum House.

"I'm sorry. Would you like to put that cloth out of the sun if possible? And the decorations there?"

"As you say"

Harriage immediately prioritized Tien's will.

As I thought from a while ago, Harige's attitude toward Tien has softened considerably. It seems that Harriage and Thien also had exchanges where Rose did not know.

Harrige once said that he wouldn't get anything from Tien, but he would have recognized him as a substitute for Rose – a family.

"I've been carefully selected, but I want you to be really happy. I've brought that too."

The two people in front of the salon walk in a salon where they have enough products so that they do not have a foothold.

"No, I can help you-here's Rose too"

Inspired by Harrige, Rose staggered down, sitting on the couch, sewing through the gaps between the items she was waiting for now.

Before Rose, Tien opens the catalog. The decoration on Tien's sleeves, which you don't understand, shines.

Tien, a peddler traveling around the world, is not flashy enough to make his eyes flicker. Because of the unfamiliar appearance here, they may look younger than Rose or even older.

"The shape that looks just like a rose is popular in the west."

The design book piled up like a mountain was spread out narrowly on the table.

"Your design can be your own."

"The bride cares about the groom's preferences. Does Harriage have any preferences?"

I guessed, this is like the flow of tailoring rose clothes. However, she has already received enough dresses from Tien and Harriage to fit in the closet.

Rose drank gossip and raw saliva.

Harrige sits down next to Rose, who is trying to flee.

"Do you have a favorite shape?"

"e……"

Realizing that the escape plan was underway, Rose looked over the room. What can you choose from the sea of this dress and the waves of cloth?

Coupled with the distance too close, Rose sweated cold.

"Even if you say" like shape ... "..."

In the first place, Rose doesn't even know what Tien came to do today.

A rose that can only be looked down at the design book with a difficult face, Harriage and Tien look like a mannequin and apply a cloth.

All he can do is stand upright. Today, I just get tired from the morning.

As I looked out of the window, I noticed that the sky, which had been purplish, had already been dyed blue. It seems that some time has passed since Tien visited.

"... Hmm. Harrige! Is it time for work?"

"I don't have to worry today because I started from noon"

Rose and purple navy blue cloth were hung on both shoulders of Rose, who was impatient to shift his work hours.

"Isn't it better if the color is brighter?"

"Elegant colors look great on roses."

"I know I'm worried about Rose's body-the dark colors look old. You're a little too old to be an innocent bride."

"A little"

Involuntarily plunging into Tien's words, which cannot be forgotten, Tien never tries to fight.

"Around here. Rose, young grass, dark gold ..."

"Isn't parrot a little more calm in color ...?"

Rose glows in the glitter of the cloth raised by Tien.

"You don't have to decide everything today, but you should decide on the fabric as soon as possible."

Rosé was clumsy and clogged.

This is always this. I don't know how Tien is maneuvering, but then I feel like I'll decide.

"Is it OK?"

"Of course, no matter how many."

Pull your lips and look around the room.

Regardless of Tien's personal recommendation, it seems that he is bringing fabrics of various colors and patterns. Rose didn't know what to choose, but found the dough that caught his eye. It was the color that Rose was most familiar with.

"... that is good"

Rose pointed at a black fabric, like a lake on a winter night.

"Is that coming?"

Tien glanced at Harrige without showing any dissatisfaction.

"Can I decide?"

"Naturally."

Harrige said lightly. There was no objection to Rose's decision.

"That's right. This fabric is so shiny that it will look gorgeous. A black dress means it won't stain anyone but you."

"I like to take the test."

"Because it's a merchant. And black wedding dresses are like witches."

"……Wedding dress?"

Seeing Rose leaning his head, Harriage and Tien were amazed. Tien is surprised at the exaggeration.

"... What a hell. This was a miscalculation. I should have learned a little more common sense."

Harriage said with a worried face, staring at Tien, who wanted to be treated as a child forever.

"Rose. Do you know the wedding?"

"Do you need any special ceremony for marriage?"

Witches do not marry, and forest animals do not marry.

Rose, who thought that he would only make a vow to become a family member, had ultimately lacked knowledge of marriage.

"Yes. Invite people to do a special ceremony. At that time, you need such a glamorous dress. Of course, I can not wear a robe."

"Hey"

is that so. Rose nodded to the story without love.

What Tien picked up was a dress for the formal wear without much cloth, not just on the shoulders but also on the chest. It is completely different in design and use from the simple dress that Rose always wore, such as a village girl.

"……e?"

In the following silence, Rose returned to me.

"Is this without a robe? Who is it? No way. I am?"

Do you wear this? When asked with a feeling of, Harriage and Tien nodded greatly.

"... haha"

Only a dry laugh leaked into place.