The Good Witch of The Lake

Then one day, the man she harbored crush on for seven years arrived at her front door—

—to request a Love Potion.

Although, for this kind of development to happen …maybe I should be grateful. After all, I finally get to meet him again, no? Roze ponders as she grinds on the millstone.

Maybe she shouldn't overthink this—she should just focus on the task at hand. Witches have various tasks, but mixing potions is the most important of them. It's their way to obtain daily bread.

That's what witches do, and Roze is no exception. All this time, that's the way she has been living. But alas, living in such an isolated, small, island, she won't be able to survive by depending solely on that. Roze thereby sells ordinary curatives to merchants once per month.

Medicines made by a witch are especially potent, so much that no amount of prejudice can stop them from selling.

'Special Hair Tonic that'll nourishes your hair in an instant.'

'Poultice specially made for girls—removes armpit hair entirely!'

'Warming Salve that'll soothe skin.'

'Itch-be-Gone Powder, intended use: soles of feet.'

These are some examples of popular daily necessities—however, selling them per unit isn't as profitable as selling them in batches. That's why, Roze prefers making stacks before selling them.

What she's currently making is an insect repellant—the type used in fumigation. The demand for it is high—not only for housing, but also field work. She needs to prepare enough for the coming season.