Pt.1

For guests to conceal their identity when visiting the witch's house—that was only natural.

Coming here was considered disgraceful, if not entirely condemnable, for witches are generally known for their wicked ways and fickle natures.

Roze watched Harij closely—this man shouldn't have any sort of business in such a place. What does he want?

Harij's lip opened sinisterly.

"I want to buy a love potion."

Too shocked, Roze reflexively lifted the lettuce in her hands to her mouth—chew chew, mogu mogu. . .

The fresh lettuce immediately conveyed its crispness to her mouth.

"Sorry, but …unfortunately, as of now, love potions are out of stock."

"But you are still going to make it again, correct?"

"Eh, uh, yeah, of course…"

From the way she had been answering till then, anyone could have guessed how socially awkward she was.

But, without even waiting for her to finish, the hooded figure resumed talking.

"Let's negotiate, then. I shall arrange all the necessary ingredients for the compound."

"I-it's very expensive, though?"

"I'll pay the price."

"And it's also going to take a lot of time…"

"Please wait. I'm sorry, but I hope you don't have any objections regarding this matter."

Mogu mogu mogu, go~kun.

Roze swallowed the lettuce.

Harij was alarmingly intimidating, yet his countenance also carried a certain plea that made anyone who heard it feel sorry for him.