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

"A marriage in this country is defined as the marriage of a couple in the name of God, under the law of both parties, under the consent of the two. And your wife has their own duties and rights ... do you have that? "

"Oh, yes."

Rose recalls what Harrige had said before.

"The same promise can only be given to marriage"

The rose at that time was full and he didn't know much about marriage, so it was only a bit transmitted, but now he knows.

Rose opened a page about bereavement. When he saw it for the first time, he was so surprised that he read the same place several times.

The book says that if one of the couple dies, the marriage remains.

Many animals do not control a dead mate. When a female dies, she can give birth to a new female. There is nothing to continue dedicating to the body.

Nevertheless, it is said that human beings continue to devote their own future and responsibilities even after dying, and maintain the form of "couple".

An unchanged promise was one that never really changed. For years and decades, even if Harrige died, he promised no change.

Rose was happy. I was more happy than when I was first asked to get married.

"--... and then I knew that people would call concepts other than law marriage. I know that married people are still morally problematic when they get married and still seek" witch secrets " I was just a customer, so I asked other people, but they were all in the mansion. "

"I can trust you"

"I think so-do you need a replacement?"

Realizing that Harrigue's cup is empty, Rose asks, but Harige shakes his head.

"No, enough."

If you're a regular Harrige, you have two more drinks. Rose answered, "Yes," and continued.

"First I asked Mona"

I haven't heard of Mona yet. However, recently, even when they meet face-to-face in a mansion, they can no longer express their expression.

Even though the fear of the witch has not disappeared, discomfort may have diminished.

Mona responded seriously to Rose, who questioned the proof, with embarrassment.

"She called marriage 'future stability'"

"Really"

"Next, I asked Safina."

Glance glanced at Rose.

Today-both tomorrow and the day after tomorrow-he said he didn't want to hear the man.

There was no reaction to Harrige, so Rose continued.

"He called marriage a 'land of love'."

I asked two of my servants, Footman, but I forgot what they said, so I don't think we need to talk about it.

"Finally, I asked Mr. Tara. She said marriage was 'keeping up.'"

"Hearing that, what did you think?"

"The answers were different, but I guessed that no one was wrong. I thought marriage was like that and we would make it together. So ..."

Rose grabbed the cup with the brandy in his hand.

And he says, staring at the bottom of the cup.

I couldn't seem to speak without courage.

"Marriage ... I think that what you're talking about like this is already a marriage for us."

Unexpectedly, Rosé and Harrigues were reluctant and willing to exchange words to understand each other.

Rose thought of Harriage, and was convinced that he also thought of himself.

"Really"

A gentler voice was muttered than the reheated cocoa.

There must be a lot of help from Harriage without Rose's knowledge. Rose, who has lived only in the hermitage, knows little about the outside. There's nothing more to know about the country, knights, and nobles.

It is impossible to grasp all of them and take over. It's like telling Harrige to use magic now. But--

"Please tell me if you have anything. I don't know people or the world, but I don't want to stay ignorant of you."

You will not be able to stand in the same place as Harrige and think the same way. Nevertheless, it is possible to share the purpose with Harriage, support Harriage and understand what Harrige felt.

"Even if you walk differently, if you go the same way, surely it's" marriage "... I think so."

So far, Rose, who has lived as it flows, like a rootless grass, was the first to seriously consider the future.

Harrige, who was listening to Rose, never answered.

It was a stuffy silence.

Full of brandy aroma. Rose was upset, wondering if his conclusions were different from what Harrige wrote.

But Harrige had gentle eyes.

And he looked only at Rose, straight enough to think that no outside rain could be heard.

It was a face full of compassion and deep affection that Rose had never seen before.

"What's wrong"

The asking voice was sulking.

"I want to hug you"

Rose wonders why he's embraced today without always asking for confirmation, but why he's refraining today.

He might have sensed Rose's question. Harrige smiles on her lips and shakes her head.

"No one is here"

"Yes"

"Just hugging, I don't have the confidence to endure."

The eyes that received the light of the lamp glowed brilliantly. Hot to ferocious. The ultramarine blue eyes are full of heat and fascinatingly moist.

Even though there shouldn't have been, a small fiery fire seemed to be burning in my eyes.

"This is the first time I have received such love."

Even though he is not taking any love potions, the heat of love that mellows is transmitted.

I can't breathe well.

Harryge said in a low, moist, wet voice.

"I'll give you an expression soon"

"... Hey."

Hey.

Rose muttered again.

Harrige's face could no longer be seen.