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

"I'm sorry. Wouldn't it be wrong at the house of the Lake Witch?"

The witch, who was surprised by an impossible visitor, stuck with the door open. Put the crimson hair hanging on your cheeks to your ears.

Not so-no, standing at the door of Rosé's work room and dwelling, which isn't quite wide, was a man dressed in a robe, with his whole body in order to avoid the eyes.

"Yes ... yeah. It's the hermitage of the good lake witch."

"It's abrupt, but I want you to get a request."

The man simply tells his purpose.

He was a dignified, accustomed voice to command someone.

The man's face, faintly peeping through the robe, is well-organized so that it can be seen only by the faint light of the lamp.

Rose knew this man.

The name is Harige Asm.

It is natural that those who come to the witch's house want to hide their status.

It's a disgrace to come here, and I'm dying to get any revenge on the whimsical witch.

He thought he had nothing to do with this, but Rose took a hard breath and watched what he was doing.

Harrige opens her mouth mysteriously.

"I want to make a love potion"

Too surprised Rose unconsciously holding the lettuce in her hand. Chew when muffled.

Fresh lettuce conveys a crisp texture to the mouth without regret.

"... Unfortunately, love potions are currently out of stock."

"If so, can you make it?"

"Yes, well."

You may have made a mistake.

By the time he hid his face in the robe's hood and responded crisply, the story had already progressed.

"I'll ask you. If you have what you need for pharmaceuticals, I'll get it here."

"... is it expensive?"

"Pay at the asking price"

"Is it going to take a lot of time ..."

"Wait. I'm sorry, but I don't think there is any veto in this matter."

Mumbling Mumbling, Cum.

Rose swallowed the lettuce.

Harige, who intimidated him, looked surprisingly sorry.