The Good Witch of The Lake

Once she is finished, she stretches her body—only to bump against the wall. Roze lets out a yelp. The floor is messy and the entire place is awfully narrow.

—Chirin.

The bell rings.

Whenever someone approaches the small boat docked near the shore, the bell in her dwelling will ring. Roze quickly peeks at the lake through her window.

Turns out it's only a deer and not a customer. She sighs in disappointment while the small boat continues to float without care towards Roze's feeling.

The path leading to the witch's dwelling may seems like a one-way street, but it's apparently not so—a rope is connected to the boat. A reel on the pier will draw in the rope. That way, the small boat can be used to get here.

That's how Roze travels to the capital. Other than that, she doesn't use it much—she's a hikikomori, after all.

She walks dragging her robe behind her. Due to the dust, the black has changed into gray. She wants to wash it, but what if Harij comes? How will she able to hide her love-stricken self, then?

"I have to restock…"

The merchant is scheduled to arrive in two weeks.

She brings her sleeve to her nose—it …doesn't smell that bad, but still…

Roze decides that being smelly is more troublesome than not wearing a robe. Thus, she chooses to wash her robe. She grabs a few vials and drags a wooden tub outside.

The lake is only a few steps away. In addition, it also harbor a glorious view—the surface is bathed in the sunny reflection. Nevertheless, the water is cold—so cold that Roze believes that the divine might be at play. The ancestors may have been guided by this beautiful body of water to arrive here. After all, high quality raw materials are crucial to the creation of a witch's secret medicines.