Hopeless Desire of a Witch - Chapter 12

The person in-charge of the Top, who ran for more than a month, asked Irene if there were any more strawberry-colored potions. She replied that she had two bottles in stock. Standing on the upper side, he bought the potion.

Sangdan came back a few months later, and asked if the same potion he bought before was in stock. Irene tilted her head and handed him two bottles of water, but still had doubts. Who the hell is using this?

Now it was now called “Love potion” by the girls of the city, said the person from the Top who comes regularly to buy her love potion. He even said that it was very effective and popular.

As the producer, Irene was skeptical of Top’s rant. Even if he secretly asked for the recipe…it was because the potion was trivial before that it was impossible for her to answer.

I hope that you can also feel that little bit of happiness. It was like when you take a bite of a sweet peach that will make you forget the heat of midsummer and make your pounding heart swell and like when you see the sweet and sour strawberry that heralds spring.

I put magic power on it, drop by drop. That was it.

Irene was skeptical of Sangdan, but the buyer wanted it, so Irene made a potion called a love potion and handed it over. Counting that day as an opportunity, the business with Sangdan continued steadily, and even if one more member of the family increased, they did not go hungry and were still leading a simple life as usual. Although, she is treated like a witch who makes mysterious potions, even with such feats, I was really happy to have it.

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“That’s not the point…”

The most important material for the potion is the magic of a fairy, so I keep thinking how to explain that she really can’t help put it together. But as soon as I opened the door, a clear bell rang, indicating that a guest just arrived. Irene whispered softly to Eirene, whose eyes were still wide opened. Then her brown knitted.

“Eirene, shh.”

The bird shaped bell placed outside the front door never rang unless someone chimed it. The villagers, who have seen the bell the most, did not often come to Irene’s hut, and even if they did, they would often knock on the door, rather than ringing the bell. Therefore, the person who came here early in the morning and rang the bell outside…

It only meant that the person wasn’t a villager.

Naturally, Irene’s heart raced. I wasn’t able to explain to Eirene about the potion making, but the unexpected appearance of the customer made me feel uneasy.

Irene strokes Eirene’s fine hair and motion for her to enter the room. As if she felt Irene’s tension, Eirene also shut her mouth and jumped out of the chair and walked inside. After seeing her small back disappearing into the room, Irene took a deep breath and stood in front of the door.

“Who?”

“Excuse me. Witch Irene’s house?”