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

A person who has been quietly unrequited for four years visits the house-

To seek love potions for loved ones.

I think it's a good reason to be relaxed.

Rose spins the millstone, as if hitting a pointless thought.

Rose is a witch.

The work of witches varies, but the work of Rose was mainly dispensing.

Mix the requested medicine and get daily food.

Witches are like that, and Rose was a witch, so he lived on this small island like that.

However, witch work alone should not eat.

To a familiar merchant who visits once a month, Rose also sold ordinary medicine.

Witches with special effects are too expensive, so they are reluctant to stock them.

"A medicine that rejuvenates when applied to hair and left for a while"

"A medicine that can be applied to girls when painted and washed aside"

"A medicine that warms when rubbed"

"Powder that cures itching when touched on the soles"

These daily necessities are popular, but of course the unit price is cheap. Make a number.

Of course, simple cold medicines can be made, but the demand has been diminishing recently because there are pharmacists in every village. If you have a pharmacist, you'll want to buy a remedy there.

What I am making now is "a medicine that keeps insects away just by smoking".

Demand is great because it is used not only for daily life but also for field work. For the coming season, you need to make plenty of it.

After finishing the work, Rose rose up.

I stretch my waist. I ran into an unknown spell that was standing against a wall. This hermitage is disproportionately overflowing on a small site.

-Chillin

There is a bell sound.

A bell sounds at the hermitage when someone approaches a small boat that is parked on the opposite bank.

View the other side from the window.

Apparently, a deer passed and rang. It doesn't seem to be a customer.

Exhale with a feeling of relief, like disappointment.

The boat floating on the opposite shore is floating without knowing the feeling of Rose.

At first glance, the boat appears to be one-way, but it is actually connected by a rope. When the rope is pulled by the reel on the pier in the garden, the boat approaches.

Therefore, even if the boat was on the forest side, Rose could go out by boat.

However, it is basically withdrawal. Rarely do you go beyond the forest on a small boat.

Sloppy, drag the robe and walk.

The black robe is gray due to dust.

I want to wash, but I can't wash it because I don't know when Harrige will come here. Robe was very helpful in hiding Rose's irreplaceable love.

"I have to buy a replacement ..."

The merchant next visits the hermitage two weeks later.

I put my sleeve on my nose and smell it. May smell a bit.

I don't want to have a robe, but it's also a problem to smell more.

After worrying about the two alternatives, Rose decided to wash his robe, but was troublesome.

Grab some small bottles from the shelf and a wooden tub and go outside.

It's a lake within a few steps. The lake, which surrounds this honey shop, is shining brightly, bathed in brilliant sunlight.

If you reach into the water, it will be painfully cold. It's cold, even sacred. The ancestors may have settled in such a remote place because of the beautiful water. Material selection is essential for witches to make witch secrets.

Then, just sprinkle water on the field, take off the robe and the dress you were wearing inside, and make one chemise.

Wash the robe and dress with the “drug that removes dirt from the pot” placed in the tub.

After a bit lost, I put in a drug that sprinkles my neck before my date. There is no other intention.

With this foam, wash your hair as well. There is no other intention.

Chirin, and the bell rings again.

The sound of the bell is also for crime prevention purposes, so this sound alone makes it easy to recognize whatever you are doing.

"... lie"

She only wears one chemise, and her head full of bubbles sounds like this.

The relationship with the neighbors is sparse.

Villagers rarely enter deep into such forests.

No way. If he can come now ...

No, I can't come. He only ever visited at night.

Despite this, Rose rose with a terrifying face, with a heart shrinking.

There, the same deer as before, stood calmly with a heartless face.

"Moooooo!

Put your anger at your fingertips.

I didn't mind him anymore!

I don't really have anything else !!

After washing your hair with a powerful touch, you dive into the lake as a chemise. Cold water pierces the whole body.

The bubbles and dirt were rinsed off in the water and came out on the surface of the water. The chemise that stuck to the skin spreads.

Floating on the lake as it is.

"... weirdly tired ..."

I am not used to shaking my heart like this. Rose has lived alone all his life, and his life is almost the same.

Sometimes, when I took my romance four years ago, I took it out alone and looked at it.

In this way, Rose had no intention of dealing with bare emotions.

With the exception of a familiar merchant, is there only one customer visiting the witch every few months?

That's why every time the bell rings, my chest rises and I get scared.

Harriage doesn't come to see Rose (...). Come to see the witch (...).

So, whether Rose's head is full of bubbles or Rose's smell, Harrige doesn't care at all.

"More properly, I have to understand it."

He whispered softly with his pale lips and closed his eyes.

The lake water ran down my cheeks.