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

A month has passed since Tien came with a large number of products.

As it turned out, dress, veil, shoes and jewelry were all decided that day.

He is the most depressing man for his brother, but he is a reliable man when it comes to work.

What was amazing about him was that, despite his own opinion, in the end, Rose was always decided. Nothing left Rose unsatisfied with it, and eventually Rose was chosen to have a much better sense than choosing one from the other.

The measurement has already been completed and the dress seems to be progressing steadily.

When he learned of the culture of weddings, Rose realized that he would be more pathetic than sheep in the auction as he approached winter.

It's a humorous thing to say that such a wobbly witch must be dressed up and receive God's blessing in front of the people.

But there are some that I got instead.

Rose had no choice but to look forward to seeing the knight-like Hariju.

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A beeping sound is heard and the post door closes.

He locked the post door with the key hanging from his neck and rowed a small boat and came to the hermitage.

Unfortunately, as he opened the front door, Rose looked at the letter he had just taken.

"... R?"

The sender's name has only an initial letter. However, from the client, it was nothing strange. There is no idiot to write a full name in a letter to the witch.

Unfortunately, Rose closes the entrance door with his foot and cuts the letter.

I thought it was too cute for an envelope to ask a witch. Envelopes with fine cuts like a lace ground have a sweet and refreshing scent.

On the back of the notepaper, there were delicate flowers painted with paint. All are summer flowers. However, it was not a wild flower as seen deep in the forest, but a flower that bloomed in the garden of a nobleman by the gardener's delicate love.

Who is going to sprinkle perfume on the witch's request, using super-high-quality stationery?

Rose, who took out the paperwork while feeling eerie, felt awkward and opened her mouth when she started reading.

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-The sublime witch of the lake

Flowers that color the garden are swaying in a slight breeze. Would you like to spend your time with a beautiful lake witch?

Thank you very much for your help the other day. Thank you for your letter.

Although it was my own, I decided not to go out due to unpretentious circumstances. I would like to ask you again-always-for a greeting.

I showed you an embarrassing figure, but I couldn't thank the goddess of the time for the strange edge.

Every time I see a clear moon, I think of Rin and the beautiful witch that I met that day, and my heart is burning at night.

It was so happy, wonderful and supreme time in my life.

The wicked appearance of the witch, the elegance of the behavior-every time you close your eyelids, you can remember variously.

If the witch is a shining moon, I want to be a star.

If that happens, there is no more happiness.

The witch illuminates the darkness, heavenly umbrellas that block out the rain and wind, the sea of swaying charity, the mellow spring ice

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Rose gently closes the notepaper, wandering his gaze.

Poems like Poems, which are not written in any of the myriad books in the Witch's hermitage, were spelled out endlessly five times after this.

For some reason, Rose remembered that a far-off foreign book stated that there was a terrible illness, "Chunibyou".

Suddenly a multiple personality, swelling of the left hand, and the development of a third leg-a horrible disease that affects only selected children of a certain age.

"... is that girl?"

For now, I knew who sent it. It must have been a muddy girl who had fallen into a pit the other day.

After reopening the letter and confirming that it was not a thin and non-requested letter, Rose inserted the letter into the gap in the bookshelf.