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

"Oh ... Is it okay? In that area"

It was a man who broke through the silence.

The organizer of this ball, the second prince of the Marjan kingdom, Yashum.

He walks dashingly with an escort to Roses, who have unnatural surroundings. Harrige snaps, but Rose sees Yashm upright.

"I'm well here today. The Witch of the Lake"-No, Mrs. Asm

I heard another scream from everyone. Rose has a gentle face.

"I'm not in that position yet."

"Well, Mrs. Asm's parentheses"

"... I thought I was invited as a witch today."

Rose said without hiding her dissatisfaction.

Harrige says that there is a special meaning to Rose being invited as a witch to the ball at the Royal Palace. Although unprecedented, such as the invitation of a witch, it is unprecedented for a witch to marry a Royal Knight in the first place.

Harish's master, Yashum, invites Rose as a witch-nothing more than the royal family's acceptance of the witch.

He was not very interested in Rose, but it seemed to be very important for Harriage. Inspired by Harrige, Rose came to the buffet from the bottom of her heart.

"Did you get used to the world?"

"People still don't seem to get used to witches."

"Witches are like dragons and phoenixes. Everyone knows, but hesitates to touch. Harrige has a good cane."

"I decided to be by Harry, but that was not the prince."

With a voice that could be heard by the nobles around him, Rose said flatly.

"If you want medicine, please go to the lake."

Yashm points to Rose, who responds politely.

"Your wife is tough."

"It's solid and very helpful."

Perhaps because of the public, Harrige's spines against Yashum are also lurking. Gosh's neck was stood firmly on the neck of Yashm, who saw Harrige's breasts incredibly.

"Harryge, please stop"

As he shakes his neck and shakes his sleeve, he pulls the sleeves of his formal garment, and Harriage resents his heart.

When Yasmum had settled the goose bumps that had spread to his cheeks, he talked to Rose again.

"Then we'll take care of the rumored witch's secretion. Will you give your husband's friend some flexibility?"

"The price will be perfect down to the last digit and there is no priority in the order. I am a witch."

Rose suddenly realized why Jashm invited Rose to the ball today-and allowed her to participate as a witch.

Did he really apologize the other day, as he says? It is still fresh in memory that she was trapped in the tower just as a sinner.

Even the royal family at the top of the country does not treat witches specially. That word, and his backing, will be a pretty powerful tag for Rose next to Harriage.

"It can't be helped. Let's pull down-will you dance instead?"

"What?"

As if he had heard the cosmic language, Rose could not understand the meaning.

dance? Who? with who?

Not surprisingly, Jashum reached out. Rose stares at Jashm's palm, stunned.

Today is the first time I have seen a dance. I never imagined that I would dance with people.

Everyone around was watching the witch's movements with a spit.

Rose stepped back to escape.

Then he pushes Harrige's back.

"Then Harry, please."

"... Rose"

Rose's screaming intently screams in the robe as he screams inward, as Harrige's cold gaze drops below freezing. Such eyes are also cool.

"If you hear your wish, I'll swear that matter ... in the ceremony-how to pledge."

It would have been immediately apparent that Rose had once cried with his knees saying, "I can't kiss with a ceremony." Harrige cuts deeper wrinkles between her eyebrows.

"That would be true."

"Witches do not change their promises."

"Because I took my speech."

You may have made a bad promise. Rose bites her lips. However, no matter how bad the promise, I thought it was better than taking the prince's hand here.

Harrige takes on Yashm's hand in a demon-like appearance.

Jashum was enthusiastic, sweating a lot, sweating his face.

"Is it a joke?"

Harige did not rudely reply to Yashm.

The shy, shy, shy music begins to sound.

Both Yashm and Harrige turned to heaven. It is a sound to decorate the end. In the future, they both thought they didn't want to hear it again.

The noise turns into a scream.

In the middle of the hall, Harrige had a rhythm of two, with the face of a sick man who had just been sentenced to life.

***

"But-that's it, this is this"

Rose peels a cold gaze from the two dancing in harmony.

Take a glass that was left on the table. Someone left it at the table. Rose lit the glass of chandelier with a glass of drinking. Small bubbles are floating.

Rose secretly removes a small bottle from his robe and hides and pours his contents into a glass.

Just then, Yashum and Harrige are back.

Apparently, it came back with a single song.

No one talks to them. Everyone who refused to touch the swelling pretended to be unseen.

"Your bride is unreasonable."

Yashm, who has just fulfilled his duty, dumps at Harriage. This time, Harrieg did not defend Rose.

"Thank you very much.

"Ah"

Yashm received the glass, with a terrible look.

Then, they moan quickly.

"What ?!"

Yashm took his lips off the glass, feeling something. But the contents of the glass are gone. Jashm's hand placing the glass on the table was shaking.

"Rose, what ..."

When Harrige notices his master, he sees Rose, but Rose looks straight at Yashm.

Jashm's eyes glare at Girori and Rose.

"You, what-!"

Rose lifted the wide angle. It is rare to show a smile in public.

Gently cling his lips to the ears of Jashm clenching his teeth.

He responded in a small voice that he could not hear.

"--It's a witch's love potion."

Jashm was quickly angry.

Raise your hand to the escorts who were trying to rush up, feeling unusual and control. His face is poorly pale.

Rose squeezes the used jar into Yashm's hand.

"Okay, it's a rumor that it doesn't work so much."

There was only one "Witch's Love Potion" made by Roulle at Rose's hands.

Rose was looking for a place where he first met Lulu-hiding under the fallen leaves of a pit.

Yashm realizes what the small bottle was and looks at Rose, not saying it.

Yashm's eyes are bloody and his breath is rough.

The heart may be raging. I have no choice but to run right away to find the main saliva ingested with champagne.

Rosé whispers, whispering further.

"I didn't forget the first shot."

――Rose has always been at the root. Whether Yashum apologized, changed his stance on the witch, or felt good at inviting him to the buffet, Rose was, in fact, angry.

My stomach tightened with a corset still hurts.

The scars left by Geones beaten and crushed at the lake have not disappeared. Thanks to being beaten with all his might because she is a thin woman with only bones.

Eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth.

Even if the world where humans and witches live is different, it is the world's reason.

It doesn't mean you lose your memory or get sick.

――I just fell in love with someone.

The witch hangs her lips and leaves the prince with a pale face.

"I'm looking forward to who I'm in love with. I just pray that she's a pretty girl."