Hopeless Desire of a Witch - Chapter 10

Eirene now has other worries, there seems to be some difference. Worries about whether Irene would not have to work late into the night to earn more money if she helped. A grand plan immediately formed in her small mind and slowly formed in her eyes. Irene coughed in vain, holding back her laughter that was about to come out.

“Sorry. I’d rather do it alone.”

“Why?”

She’s so cute and proud, but unfortunately, I have to say no. Eirene, who was ejected, looked shocked when Irene shrugged her shoulders and made a “very sorry” expression.

“Umm.”

How should I explain this?

Eirene doesn’t know yet, but the reason irene was called a witch is actually because of her appearance and the mysterious potion that became the means of livelihood of the two sisters.

“Money is not a good thing.”

“Why not? The more money we get, the richer we get. There are more pretty clothes, ribbons, and shoes I use. The richer we are, Lulu and Pepe and Shasha can eat more. And if I use a jar full of my little ones over there, they will be happy!”

Yes, I wish I had more money.

Instinctively, Irene struggled to swallow the response she almost threw at her and showed a smile. The potions she makes are suspicious, so the more she makes it, the more difficult it gets. She couldn’t tell the whole truth.

It’s definitely because of one of the potions she makes.

The potion that makes money is called a “Love Potion”, I couldn’t tell her the use of it and why it is called “Love potion”. Especially not to a five or six year old kid.

“Huh? Huh?!”

“Ugh…”

Irene showed signs of trouble, and unlike the usual, she couldn’t say no firmly, so Eirene decided that there was a gap to dig into. The child, who knew her weakness very well, shrugged her chin, tilted her head lightly and blinked.

Seeing her like that, muy heart ached. Irene secretely avoided her gaze. She was so cute that she wondered how someone could abandon such a lovely child…still, no.

Although the villagers called Irene a witch, they were not afraid of her, rather, she was hated. Naturally, they did not trust the potions she made.

I once gave a potion to relieve fatigue as a token of gratitude to the villagers who took care of Irene. Only a few people such as Aunt Zelda, Helena, and Jennifer gave her an impression that drinking the potion in a tea made you feel better and can relieve your fatigue. However, after receiving Irene’s eyes full of anticipation, they emphasized again that it was only an illusion…