Hopeless Desire of a Witch - Chapter 11

Even so, once in a while, they will receive a potion to recover their fatigue from me. But in such a small town, except for a few people, there was virtually no demand for this kind of drug.

Then one day, there was an opportunity to upgrade one of the potions, which had been rolling around on the workbench and collecting dust because no one needed it as a product.

This was before I met Eirene.

The Top called “Dragon’s Breath”. They were looking for another way to the capital to escape the hordes of thieves in full swing, and the village where Irene was living was just on the way.

The villagers, who were bored because it was so peaceful, took it as a joke when they heard that a swarm of thieves appeared from the other side. Ha Gin, the only inn in the village that was never fully occupied was full. And that day, several cattle, pigs, and chicken were slaughtered in the village and the wine was ripening.

It was hard to believe that they were all so excited that two of the oak barrels were empty.

The person in-charge of the Top, who was mainly dealing with rare and unusual things, got drunk and shouted. In return for the hospitality, they said that they would take anything that the villagers would throw away and put it at an appropriate price. Then, the villagers, who drank with them, rushed to their houses and took out a “pretty trash”.

Then someone shouted.

“Why is this…hey, why does the little witch have something like this?!”

No matter where you look it, Irene, who was emotional that her potions were treated the same as useless junk, shouted out loud instead of drinking wine together with them.

“Mister! Who did you call a little witch!..oh…?”

“Oh, right! right! I mean, it’s good to drink when you have a headache and can’t sleep!”

“Uh? What? Was there anything like that?”

As always, the protest was cut and buried. Irene, who was called a witch even in front of the people she didn’t know, drank the remaining alcohol from the glass at once without hiding her red face.

Yi’s attention shifted to Irene’s strange potions, and eventually began to bet on whether the potion could cure hangover. Irene’s complaint that the preparation method should be different according to the purpose of the drug.

Meanwhile, the villagers were intoxicated.

They didn’t even bother hitting the echo in the air.

The people, who fell in love with making fun of Irene, finally brought all the potions they had received from her and chatted. No one, including Irene, noticed that one of the potion bottles was missing until Sangdan, who left the next day, returned a few months later.

Suddenly, the Dragon’s Breath- Sangdan asked the villagers who welcomed them the whereabouts of the maker of that sweet-smelling strawberry-colored potion. Of course, no one remembered giving him the potion, but everyone knew who could make such a potion. A kind reply came back that it was made by the witch living in a hut on the outskirts of the village.