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

The mud on the lush herbs is carefully removed with the lake water.

Even in the sweaty heat, the lake water is cool and comfortable.

The blue sky reflects on the lake surface. I feel strange in the smell of the wind and look up at the sky.

It may rain today.

Rosé lifted the boat and turned it over, shaking the washed herbs to drain the water.

As he entered the hermitage and worked silently, he heard a chirping sound. A bell that rings when a customer comes to the forest pier.

A gentle man peeked through the small window and a familiar man stood. This is Harrige I haven't seen in the last few days.

I guess he had just returned home from work. I have a basket in my hand.

basket. Yes, it is a basket!

Rose quickly cleared the table and laid the tablecloth. And row a boat to pick up Harrige.

"Welcome"

"……Ah"

When he arrives at the pier, Harrige looks at Rose somehow stunned.

He leans at his neck, asking what happened, but Harrige's face remains nailed to Rose.

Rub your face with the hem of the robe to see if any dirt was on your face because you were dealing with herbs. Looking at the robe after rubbing, there is no particular stain.

Harrige boarded the boat and wrapped Rose's cheek with his hand. It was the opposite of the cheek that Rose rubbed earlier.

"It was there that was dirty."

"No ... oh, well.

The response was not boiled, but Rose forgave.

After all, Harrige has a basket in his hand.

What kind of confectionery today? I have been eating sweets since I started to take care of Asm House, but I still can't help but expect Harry to carry them out of my hand.

Rose looked up at Harriage.

Harrige is also looking down at Rose and slightly lowering the corners of his eyes.

It looks like something was happy. He seems to have been busy all the time, but it must have been good at work. Harry was happy that Rose was also very happy.

When he arrived at the hermitage, Rose helped the Harriage basket descend from the boat, led him so that he could go without hesitation, and opened the front door for the Harriage basket. Harrige follows with a smile.

With a piece of confectionery, Rosé tried to recommend a chair to Harrige, but he had to do something important.

Rose approached Sussus and Harrige, and outstretched his hands, taking care to keep his face as clean as possible.

"What happened?"

"Thank you for the souvenir."

No. Although he was quite patient, his mouth angle rose.

"..."

Harrige, on the other hand, seems to have plunged suddenly, despite being in a good mood. Bend your mouth in a curvy shape and look at your basket.

"The reason you were in a good mood was this, a basket?"

"I'm in a good mood. I'm like that."

"Even if my face doesn't change, I understand it somehow."

Such an idiot. Rose spelled out.

Expressionlessness is necessary to keep the witch's secret of "don't lie". However, if you are more exposed to humans than ever before and your emotions begin to leak, you will not be able to keep secrets.

"Such ... Is my feeling so easy to understand?"

Unexpectedly, she was able to easily detect the expressionless expression she had ever been confident about, and hit the head of Rose, who was shocked, with a pompom as Harrige could not help.

"Even if you don't worry, it's just before me. I can follow when I'm there."

That's why it seems like a terrible embarrassing thing, but Rose gently bows unnoticed and gently bows.

***

Harriage brought a sandwich pie with cookie-like puff pastry and a sweetly boiled apple sandwiched between rumbling.

The scent of cinnamon permeates the sweet and sour apple. Every time you bite into the pie, the texture of the crisp apple will delight your teeth.

The scent of cinnamon smelled the moment I opened the basket, so I removed cinnamon from the tea. It tastes different from what you usually brew, but it also matches the sweetness of the pie and is very delicious.

Sit in the usual seat and eat sweets together.

In this way, it would be natural to eat calmly with Hariju at Witch's Hermitage. You don't know what your life is.

"What have you been up to recently?"

It's been four days since we met, and it's better to talk slowly. Rose swallows the confectioner's mouth and opens his mouth.

"During this time, Tien brought a couple of wedding shoes, which were just ridiculously high heels, but if you stand next to Harrige, you'll have to add a little bit more to balance. And many and many are worn ... "

Until now, we couldn't talk about Tien as a witch's guest, but we can talk about Rose as an acquaintance.

"In the end, I think I wore 20 feet before Tien gave the OK. The last one didn't have the energy to move the feet, so Safina took my feet off and put them on."

Harrige's temple moved, but Rose continued unaware.

"At that time, my servant," Footman, "was watching.

There are two servants in the house of Asum, but Rose still did not remember which one.

"I'm not used to the high heels and the newborn goats are still too wandering, so they helped me out."

"I'm sorry, Rose."

Harrige puts the cup in a classy gesture.

Now it was a good place. Tian, who overworked Rose until she turned it over, was a guest, but there was a scene where Tara-san was angry and laughed.

Harrige turned his head to Rose, who wanted to talk about it.

"I forgot to say. I don't want to listen to other guys today."

"Huh ... then? Do you want tomorrow?"

"I don't want to hear tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Then when do you talk?

Rose put the pie in her mouth. As you chew, the cheeks turn red like an apple.

--Speaking of which, this person liked me.

Sometimes I often forget. In addition, Rose still has no idea what kind of conversation is legal between men and women.

Furthermore, Harry and Rosé may not care about what is generally good or useless.

I feel like there is no other way but to teach and understand each other.

Harrige is very interested in Rose's peaceful life at the Asm House. He himself will spare no effort. It is definitely.

Nevertheless, he wouldn't have wanted to imagine Rose getting along with a man in his absence.

"Uh ... then, yes, a fawn was born in the forest. When I was watching, my mother deer turned her face to the amniotic membrane ..."

Harriage was happily listening to it, but this time he started talking.