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

"... Is it wrong for the coming hermitage?"

Tien arrived after a long absence and opened the door.

Rose, who was trying to take care of her, greets her with a frightened face.

"Are you going out to buy a witch's house living in such a remote place?"

"What is it, Yakimochi?"

"..."

"I'm very welcome, but I'm surprised. There's a place where people can sit in this hermitage, and the day will come when I can see it again."

Tien, who knows when her grandmother was alive, was surprised by the exaggerated look around the table.

The others remain cluttered, but I'm curious about the table, which is clearly the space where people live.

At the moment the bell that tells Chillin and the visitor came, he thought it was Harrige, and laid the washed tablecloth at ease. There is no room for rebuttal.

"It's a change in my mind. Enter faster."

"Oops, sorry."

The autumn breeze is getting cold soon. Tien hurriedly closed the door as Rose shrugged in the draft from the entrance.

"It's already autumn."

As Tien said, the forest was red. The season when animals step on scorpions and fallen leaves to look for nuts hidden in the forest.

I met Harriage early in the summer.

Marvel at the fact that one season is about to flow.

"It's been a while. Did you break your body in the heat of summer?"

With that said, Tien sat down.

"Ah"

"? What happened?"

It's ridiculous to be sad when you see Tien sitting in a chair.

A table with a tablecloth.

Sitting there was always Harry and myself.

There must be nothing for Harriage.

You can feel the special seat alone by Rose.

"No.

"Did you hit your feet?"

She shrugged, and Tien laughed.

"Isn't it better to clear that up too?"

Listen to Tien's light tone.

I have to go out to my seat, so I need to serve tea. "I'm starting to serve tea!"

Turning a breath-like thought into a sigh, Rose picked up the pot.

***

Fresh bread in the right hand.

On the left is a baked apple.

Harrige walked through the woods, recognizing that he was not standing with a knight.

The baked apple made by hollowing out a whole apple seemed to be a delicious snack even if it was amateurish.

Apples baked in a stove with cinnamon and sugar will entertain Harrige's fertile eyes.

Two baked apples are lined up in a basket.

Biscuits are packed in the gaps and fixed so that the wolf in the shop does not roll.

Of course, Harrige was a great customer for the store because he paid for the biscuit.

The witch hermitage is coming soon. This road is quite familiar.

As I approached the pier, I had a habit of squinting.

For some reason, the witch always notices before Harrige hits the knocker in the house ... or, on the contrary, before boarding the boat.

Today, even when I came to the pier, the curtains remained closed.

When he wonders if he didn't, he notices. The boat was not connected to the pier.

"Is another customer coming ..."

I had never seen anyone else, so I forgot that they existed.

I am a little relieved of the presence of other guests.

He was saying that he was in trouble with what to wear.

Yes, today we have to rush for love pills.

Harrige rebukes her relaxed self.

He started carrying food because he would die if he died before he finished making the medicine.

Apples are high in nutritional value and are good for witches. No more and no less.

"Would you please me ..."

Are these two baked apples a bit unreasonable to say no?

While thinking, Harrige, waiting for a single boat, turned up.

The sound of the entrance door of the witch hermitage opens.

Then came the young exotic man and the witch.

The witch follows along to the pier to see off the man leaving.

Harrige was terribly surprised. When he returned, he had never been seen off by a witch in that way.

The witch's robe, which he had always thought to be black, saw in the bright sunshine that it was the color of the forest.

The witch and the man have left the hermitage but are now talking on the pier.

This is a very long farewell greeting.

He wasn't a man with such a small heart that he was frustrated when the boat did not come.

Nevertheless, Harrige was looking at them with some unpleasant comfort.

Then the man reaches for his hand.

He touched the witch's hood, which he always wore deeply.

Harige forgot to breathe for a moment.

It was so shocking. The hooded witch is exposed under the bright sunshine.

Because of the back of the man in the foreground, it is not possible to see how they look.

His real face, usually concealed in a deeply covered hood, was naturally exposed to the wind.

The witch has dismissed the man's hand.

The gesture was not rejection, but peaceful like her daughter, who was bothering her overprotective mother.

Witches also wear hoods.

And he waved his hand at the man in the boat, as if driving away a wild dog.

The man rowed a small boat to make it a goodbye.

When he reaches the forest, he gets off the boat and lifts the walking stick to say hello to Harij, who has been waiting for him.

"Hello, I'm waiting for you. I don't think the timing of coming to this place will overlap with other customers."

"I understand that feeling.-Then."

Harryge, who is hiding her status, simply passed by the man. Take the oar, support it and get on the boat.

It wasn't just because he didn't want to be snooped too much on men.

Harrige was puzzled.

As if to see the witch's true face as if it were a privilege granted only to me.

No, only the person who actually knows the secret can show his real face. That must be special.

However, I was surprised at my special care.

And to this man who looks so quietly without knowing the secret.

"……you"

A man calls out to Harrige, who tries to row the boat.

When Harriage looked back at the man, whether it was still something for him, he looked sharply at him like a hawk.

It seemed to be hostile. The man looks at Harrige from top to bottom as he does.

Despite his discomfort, Harrige waited for the man's words on the boat, and suddenly smiled.

"It's a really nice face"

Harrige loses balance.

Thanks to her, she was on the verge of falling into the lake.

"Isn't Rose saying that too?"

He looked up in a hurry and the man was still looking at him with his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah. It's a robe, a tablecloth, and a change in feelings .... hehe .. No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is going to be very busy. I have to buy it. "

The man who was in a good mood in Harriju's unknown place disappeared into the forest with a feeling of run-run.

Meanwhile, Harrige stood on the boat in a stupid manner, but eventually rowed an oar.

I felt that the water was heavier than usual and I couldn't go on rowing or rowing.

However, it was even more convenient not to proceed.

I didn't even know what to talk to the witch and talk about.

"Welcome"

When I arrived at Kojima, I was greeted by a witch for the first time on a pier.

In addition to seeing off that man.

Surely, I could see Hariju, so I couldn't help.

It was not very interesting.

As much as I thought I would throw the baked apple into the lake.

"... what is it now?"

"A little about other customers ..."

"No, that's right."

"What, he's rude?"

Harryge was reluctant to be apologize for his mismanagement.

Harig pulled the hood of Rosé because the bug wasn't well located. She slips off without any resistance.

"……Customer?"

He just wonders if he has taken off before Harriage and does not try to redress.

Harryge drops a little and offers two baskets silently.

Then Rose received as if it was grace from God.

Even if you don't do it, pick up the cloth laid in the basket and look inside.

As usual, Harriage knew that this was a happy face.

Harrige gently speaks.

"Rose"

The witch was surprised and exaggerated.

I don't know exactly because of the long robe that was dragging, but it seemed to jump about an apple.

The look back was dyed astonishingly, and his eyes were as wide open as possible.

"That's ... witch's name is."

With some open eyes that seemed to overflow, Harriage raised his mouth.

"From now on, even if you call it-"

"Is useless"

It is a complete rejection. It was even eating.

Harry stared at Rose.

Rose, who doesn't lie, doesn't really want Harriage to call his name. No matter what he calls me.

"Return if you"

"Uh ... no way, this?"

It was a tragic voice, as if my child had been taken hostage.

He gets rid of the poison and puts it in line.

"just kidding"

He wanted to say something back to Harrigu, who headed for hermitage, but Rose closed his mouth. It comes with holding the basket with great care.

With the door open, Harrige felt an upset that he could not hide.

There were two cups on the table.

I held the area around the groves by hand. I feel the pain as if I was squeezed tightly.

"may I help you?"

Rose tells you from behind that he will not enter.

"... No, it's already today."

"What?"

Rose is gagging.

Harrige felt like she was going to tongue herself.

Nothing has just come today.

I just handed the bread and the baked apple.

Ah, I was looking into a baked apple, so I guess he's been bald. There were two apples. As always today, Harrige was going to eat here.

In this special chair.

There shouldn't be anything. It does not matter who sits. No matter who looks at her face, calls her name, or serves tea here, it should have nothing to do.

I hadn't seen any other customers.

So I'm the only one special

"How did you do it? How about your body?"

It seems that Rose is starting to worry about Harige, which is not always there.

In the state of Rose, Harige becomes somewhat cool.

"Oh ... Speaking of which, around my chest"

"Heartburn? Alcohol?"

"A little last night"

"I'm brewing tea to condition my stomach. Please drink it alone."

"……Ah"

Rose stands in the kitchen. Harijs nodded slowly, staring at the back.