Rumors about the 'Beauty's Potion' spread widely. Merchants who were quick to hear rumors and smell money offered to sell the potion at a high price, but Gremory refused, saying that the medicine was only given to patients.
"If you twist it, you will come as a patient."
With the words.
Iris, who was watching, sat on the windowsill of the convent's kitchen and let out a heavy sigh.
"Hey, beautiful lady. You said your goal is to live quietly here as dust? But what if you make a potion that looks like a witch made it?"
"I accidentally mixed it incorrectly, and it got shiny. Anyway, that's why I only give it to the convent. It doesn't even show potions to those who aren't Grand Duke."
"But what if there is a rumor about other territories? You said you were living in hiding, and you just spread the word that there was a witch here..."
"If there is a person who says that I am a witch, I can curse the spirit world and make them go crazy."
"Well, that's a bit too much! Just prevent it from the beginning...!"
"That's a lot of talk. Will I eat you?"
"Try it! We all know that you can't harm the contractor during the contract!"
"What, how did you know?"
"I instinctively knew when I was on a leash."
Iris smoothed the restraint around her neck.
"It's not necessarily that I can't do it."
"...!"
"I won't eat you, so relax."
Gremory distracted Iris and focused on stirring the potion. This time, she didn't fail to mix it, so the potion didn't have a suspicious shine. Although it has a terrible green color.
"Hey, Gremory..."
"Why again?"
"Please stay with my brother tonight."
"Why?"
"Don't ask, it's related to the contract... Just stay with him."
"If it's related to contracts, I should ask more questions. What's going on?"
"...You know when you go."
Iris shut her mouth and said no more. Gremory felt the urge to pull Iris's restraints, but she was merciful enough to make an impression.
That night, Gremory went to Chession's bedroom at the contractor's request.
Boom. When she knocked, she heard a loud bang from inside.
"What, what? Mori? Please wait a minute!"
Chession recognized Mori with an unusual knock.
The witch's patience did not last more than five seconds. Five seconds later, Gremory swung open the door to see Chession hiding bundles of papers here and there.
"...Uh."
Chession's face hardened as Gremory's eyes met...
"What are those papers?"
Gremory picked up a piece of paper that had fallen on the floor. Chession tried to stop her, but she quickly gave up and let out a heavy sigh.
What Chesion was trying to hide was his will. A suicide note that contains guilt for failing to protect Iris.
How sick Iris must have been.
How much he resented him.
It was a will with such a sad and miserable content.
"Are you going to die?"
"...I just thought about it."
"Why?"
"Do I have to tell you? I think this is enough for your rudeness, so I want you to leave, Mori."
Chession showed its sharpness for the first time. Gremory looked at him curiously.
'A human who struggles to write a will must have the darkness of his heart, but I cannot see anything. Why?'
Is it because of the royal family's bloodline? When she was educated in the Demon Realm, she heard that there were times when witches' powers were not used by those who had the imperial bloodline.
However, upon closer inspection, she could not see the darkness of his heart, but instead of seeing the darkness of his heart, a black energy emanated from him. It was the same black energy she saw when she first came to this mansion. She ate them all as snacks.
.... All of this energy came from him.
"I'm sorry, but I can't get out."
"Why?"
"That's what I promised your ghostly sister."
"...You made a mysterious drug, and now you can say that you see ghosts."
"If you don't want to believe it, you don't have to believe it."
Gremory sat down on Chession's bed. There was no separate bed.
Chession sat on the sofa in the distance and looked at Gremory. The darkness between them was barely dispelled by a small lamp.
"If you see the real Iris, tell me some of the things that have happened between Iris and me."
"When no one was celebrating your coming-of-age, Iris gave you a wreath."
"...Again."
"When you were sick with the flu, Iris secretly went out of the palace to find herbs and bring you a decoction to feed you."
"...And."
"When you played with Iris, Iris always had a habit of talking to you. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, and one can be reborn... She said she would dye her hair and be reborn into her brother's family."
"I will dye my hair and be reborn into my brother's family."
There was silence for a moment.
"... And this feeling is still there, so don't feel guilty."
The corners of Chession's eyes grew redder. He avoided Gremory's eyes for a long time, then hid in the darkness and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. No more black energy flowed from him.
He said in a relaxed voice.
"Mori, you're so bad... It's unusual and strange."
"What?"
"Sometimes you're like a scary witch, but sometimes you're like a Saint."
"Why do I look like a Saint?"
She just parroted Iris's words, but Chession's attitude changed. Gremory had a hard time understanding this.
"Mori."
Chession got up from the couch and approached Gremory.
His body temperature came up suddenly. Chession, who hugged Gremory, patted Gremory on the back.
"Thank you."
Ever since Iris's death, he's felt the urge to hang himself. However, with a few words from Mori, the urge disappeared.
"If I hadn't brought Mori from the mountains that day, what would have happened to me now? Didn't I hang myself after finishing my will?"
He mistook such a saintly woman for a witch.
Chession was finally able to come to a conclusion. Gremory is not a witch. It's just that she has been a witch for so long that her head hurts a little due to the trauma, and she doesn't have a normal way of thinking. So her words and actions have become a little unique.
The reason why she has so many talents is probably because she learned a lot before her head hurt. In the northern snowfields.
"And I'm sorry."
To suspect such a talented and warm-hearted woman as a witch and test her. Chession sincerely apologized to Gremory.
Gremory, who had no way of knowing Chession's mind, was just stiff. Wondering the identity of something stirring near jer heart.
Chession looked at Mori and smiled like a pine breeze. The subject of saving a person's life right now is ridiculous and cute, as if she doesn't understand the situation at all.
***
Gremory's medication was popular. As a result, Gremory had to stir the drug in front of the cauldron all day.
It was something she could do if she were alone, but she was very uncomfortable because there was someone who was annoying her.
"Can you make other medicines besides healing potions?"
"Anything is possible. I just can't make it because I don't have the ingredients."
"Can't you make love potions? It's one of the most common drugs made by witches."
"Love? Lip butt and mix your body at night?"
"Oh my God. That can't be love. Didn't the witches basically know the details of human emotions? That's how you can play with their emotions and make their soul delicious."
"I don't mess around with that, I just eat. By the way, do you know a lot about witchcraft?"
"I was a woman who was witch-hunted by the imperial family ever since. So, naturally, I know a lot about witches."
"By the way, are you a little noisy? I want you to shut up."
It was the time when she was scaring ghosts. A middle-aged woman who had been promoted to the head of the convent ran into the kitchen.
"Miss Mori! How long will it take to finish the potion?"
"An hour. For what? Have you used up all the drugs you have?"
"Yes! In fact, a monster appeared in the southern coal mine...! It's a big deal. There are so many injured people. Many are still trapped in the mines! I heard that a psychic mole monster has appeared in the mine!"
"Stir this for a while."
"What? Yes."
Gremory handed the long stick to the abbess and walked out of the kitchen. Iris followed her and asked.
"Why? To save the miners trapped in the mines?'
"No. I'm going to eat the pain and fear that the miners will feel."
"...Yes, please."
Iris sighed. Our High Witch didn't want to be a hero; she just wanted to go for a snack.
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