The witch and the poisonous apple

For her, it's better to die rather than face the reality that awaits once he's aware of her feelings. He's a strong, handsome nobleman—and even if she's rich, or beautiful, in the end, she's still a witch. The misery that awaits her is too obvious.

…That's right.

"I have that, don't I?"

How could she forget? Roze is a witch, and a witch's specialty isn't limited to potion-making—it also ranges towards various other things, for example; …poison.

Roze rushes inside her house again, ransacking her shelf to find a small vial. When she fishes it out, the glass vials collide with each other, creating a high pitch noise.

This medicament is made for this exact purpose;

Using this, even a large cow can be taken out in an instant.

When Roze is about to open the vial's lid—

—Harij hugs her from behind.

"What do you think you're doing—!!"

…Or, rather than a hug, it'll be more accurate to say that she's being held down. Harij immediately snatches the vial away from Roze, the entire time looking like he's confiscating the murder weapon from the suspect.

Due to the momentum, Roze falls on her back to the floor. Her robe opens, flashing her thigh. In a panic, she hurries to fix her attire.

"—I'm not trying to put a show here, I may be a witch, but I'm not a slut. Expenses for ingredients are such that there's barely anything left of my income to even afford a change of clothing. I hope that explains my carelessness in attire."

"I understand—wait. Forgive me. Truly. So Ms. Witch is in an even more extraordinarily awful state than her own dwelling, only now do I truly see this. I truly understand everything now."

Harij says with a soothing, but also amazed face.