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

"Kyuaaa!"

A scream like tearing silk.

The screams cascaded in fear.

The venue of the glowing ball, which is brilliantly lit, buzzes.

One witch entered the castle's marble hall with the sound of knuckles and heels.

The witch moves forward one step, dragging the robe slippery. At each step, the crowd gathers in fear and flees to the edge of the large hall.

"Wait, Witch!"

The courageous guards stopped the witch in a thick robe.

A good robe flutters as he looks back. No one can hide the confusion at the sudden visit of a witch.

"I don't know if you can bother me .... What kind of business are you doing today ..."

It seemed that the withdrawal "Lake Witch" came to spur curses, even though it was not desired.

The gatekeeper digs down with a crouching face, scared so poorly.

Although these witches have lost all their power these days, if an ancient witch came to the ball, it must have been a harbinger of catastrophe.

Covering a castle with thorns, letting a beautiful princess go to sleep forever, turning a prince into a frog-usually scattering evil.

But of course, Rose doesn't have that power.

Rose opens her mouth to answer. With just that, the guard handed his sword to his waist as if he were a brave man in front of the Demon King. Rose replies, amazed.

".... No, I was invited properly ..."

"Rose!"

Harryge rushed from behind the guard. The guard who sees Hariju salutes himself as a scare.

Harryge gives him a simple glance and faces Rose.

"I would have asked you to wait."

"I thought it was worth waiting in the venue."

"... I heard a scream and my heart was about to stop asking if something had happened. Don't worry too much."

With that said, Harrige put his hand in Rose's hood and put his hair on his ears-at that moment.

"Kyu aa aa aa aa!

The screams of bigger, hopeless women filled the venue.

***

"Wait, don't go there yet"

"But the rest is one ..."

"Wait. It will be replenished."

"But if you look at the other tables, it's just that table. That glossy thing remains."

Rose, who was nailed to the confectionery on the table, looked up at Harrij with eyes like a kitten abandoned.

The face seen through the gap in the hood remains expressionless, but Rose's desperate appeal seems to have passed on to Harriage. Harrige's eyebrows are plainly packed with words.

――When the night sky scattered with stars full of stars wraps around a shining castle. A ball was held at the castle.

The overhead chandelier shines as if it would fill the ceiling with light. The intricately cut glass shakes and shines glitteringly under the candlelight.

The cloth hung on the wall is embroidered with gold thread and does not have any dust.

The gorgeous ball of the royal palace, which gathers luxuries from all over the country, continues with a strange face as if you had forgotten the uproar.

In the hall where the comfortable performance of the orchestra resonates, men and women are dancing in pairs. But the men and women couldn't concentrate on dance or music.

Everyone was focusing all their nerves on a couple of couples who were all too different in this venue.

"Hariju-san, please."

With a whole-hearted prayer, Rose turned to Harriage. Rose's slender arm peeks through the gap in the robe.

Even at the ball, Rose was wearing a witch's robe, not a dress. Yasmum, the organizer of the ball, was allowed to participate as a witch.

Nevertheless, Tara was sour and sorry to say, "I'll meet the people Hariri takes care of regularly, so I must value her manners."

She ties her hair while pulling it so that her scalp is likely to fall off.

Mona was struggling very hard because the face, which was not used to make up on a daily basis, turned slightly like a witch in the story as soon as it was applied a little darker.

Rosé's brand new robe is one of the dozens Tien's stubborn possession at the time of the portable shrine. Tien was probably tailoring this robe in preparation for Rose to attend a formal occasion with Harriage.

It's not as simple as always wearing a hermitage.

The bold, large-size embroidery is blooming in the heavy furry robe. Each time the light of the chandelier shines, the fabric has a bright luster, making the witch look more mysterious.

Like a witch, I have not forgotten the food. Under the cover, the crystal on the edge of the hood shimmered every time it shook, hiding the expression of Rose.

"Please please ..."

She has a serious look, but she just wants to eat delicious sweets.

Harij, frowning, looks around once.

Apparently, he had confirmed that the one who was going to say hello had begun to meet with others. Looking at Rose again, Harrige shook his head slowly.

"... It's just a little."

"I'll hurry with my best"

"You don't have to go that far"

The moment the Harrige gave Rosé's forgiveness, the noise of the venue was spreading like a small wave. "Lies," "I can't believe it," "Azum-sama is so comfortable ...", and the whisper of a woman comes into Rose's ears.

Rose quickly moves to the table, and quickly picks a plate of his prey.

It may be obvious, but the only woman who is so stuck with food at the venue is Rose.

It was a marshmallow with red gummy that nailed Rose's eyes.

On a round marshmallow, a layer of gummy gummy that is transparent and clear in red. The candy with mint leaves on it was as beautiful as a small apple.

The marshmallow shook with just being put on the plate. Gently cut it with a fork and put it on your tongue.

Cold gummy hit my lips. Elastic gummy wraps a soft marshmallow and guides Rose's mouth to heaven.

After a bite of happiness for a while, Rose spoke to Harriage.

"Harryge ----"

Talking with your mouth squeezing creates silence. Rose swallowed something in her mouth with a nervous look and asked again.

"Can you come often? Such a place"

"I don't come well. I often came there as an escort. As I said before, when I became a knight, I was far from socializing."

It is extremely unusual for Harriage, who refuses to participate in aristocratic gatherings, to be invited as a knight, not as an escort knight.

In addition, because it is completely laid down on the escorting witch Joshi, it was not, if not very, unbelievable to those who know Harriage so far.

"It's been a long time to dress like this."

Harrige puts her chest on to show Rose her clothes.

He couldn't see Harrige in a formal dress, and Rose looked thin.

This guy has a nice face.

Anyway, his face is good.

Joining the goodness of the face, if you look cool and neat, you will have no enemy where you go.

The most popular dresses in Marjan are simple lines. Men's clothes were no less common and had a refined design. For weaving and embroidering the fabric, special products of each family pattern and territory, and a favorite design are used.

Today's Harrige clothes had a large spur on the back. It is probably a design that shows your height as a knight. Very well suited.

In the dress of Harrige, which he saw for the first time, Rose clenched his fist.

I couldn't see for more than three seconds because of the dazzling light emitted from the neighbors like sunlight, but it was still good to be able to see the sun god with a few flickers.

The hair, which is always naturally dropped, is beautifully stroked today. It seems to be drooling. Unbearable. Viva formal clothes. If he can be seen, the ball is not bad.

Rose swallowed the saliva with the confectionery.