Unnamed Memory

It's a witch living in a blue tower.

Cursed royalty.

What do you want if you can rewrite the time?

Everything is a story to be repainted.

"You can no longer exchange children. So is your son there. Your blood will eat through a woman's belly... The Falsus royal family will never let you go!!

I didn't remember that curse word.

The only thing I can remember is the shadow of the witch who was in the window with the moon on his back and the trembling arm of his father who was holding him.

When he said, "I can't exchange my children," he didn't understand the gravity of it when he was five years old. I just thought something blurry and bad had happened to my pale father's face.

He was the king's only son.

Problems directly linked to the survival of the royal family were laid low, except for a very few, and many good magicians and scholars spent their time searching for a way to curse it.

Meanwhile, he became a resourceful and audacious boy to complete his martial arts and studies, and to his excellence and neat appearance, from his surroundings, unaware of the curse, he was to be sent an eye full of anticipation, whether he would become a king of his name in history.

By the time he was able to understand the meaning of the curse, he himself had looked for a way to break the curse, but no matter how much literature he had studied and how much he had brushed his sword arms to visit places where he thought he had clues, he could not even get a thread to break the curse.

And fifteen years have passed since that night.

Brown hair close to black, in blue eyes prominent to the Falsus royal family. The neat appearance could have been what he deserved as a prince spending time in the royal palace if that was all.

But due to the lack and sharpness of the wrapping gap, he had the impression of a champion who was rather young and on the front.

He should be king in the near future, but now he stood in front of the blue tower that took only one squire and inhabited the witch, west of the border.

"Your Highness, I knew we'd stop..."

"Don't, Your Highness. What are we gonna do with fright here?"

He turned his squire, fully hipped, with a smile on his face, before he went down the horse.

"It's dangerous. What will you do if they increase your curse!

"That's then. There won't be any more clues."

"There must be some other way."

He sighs as he takes the sword he was lowering to the saddle and put it back on his hips.

"I haven't found anything in fifteen years. You can't expect that."

"That's why..."

"Meet The Blue Moon Witch first to hear how to unwind the curse. If not, go to Teng's" Silent Witch "who cursed him like this and let him break the curse. Isn't that perfect?"

"It's not perfect at all."

Thinking he was two or three years younger than him, the squire man finally went down the horse crying. A slightly thin body is not suitable for manual labor, no matter what you think. That figure, which does not possess any weapons, would for now have been for hasty departure.

"For fifteen years, I haven't come into contact with the witches because the danger is too great! You can't find The Silent Witch, and no one could have climbed this tower leading up to The Blue Moon Witch!

"It's definitely expensive to walk up."

What material is the tower made of? The walls are stretched high and empty like bluish crystals. He looked ahead at the tip, which he could not see very well.

"Well, we'll figure it out"

"There's nothing you can do! They're full of traps! What should I look like and go back to the royal palace if something happens to you?"

"Go home with a sinking face"

Slightly shrugging his shoulders, he walks unconstitutionally out toward the entrance to the tower.

"Wait. I'm coming, too."

A squire who saw it panicked and followed him with a rope of horses for two connected to a tree.

"It seems like we haven't had a challenger in a long time. Master."

A voice resembling a little child is thrown into the room on the top floor of the tower.

I don't see anyone there called the Master. but the response came right back.

"Oh yeah? Then let me start the trick."

"Yes, sir."

When the signs of those who went to put the trick in or spoke disappeared, the witch leaned her neck as she floated upside down against the ceiling.

"Well, maybe we should make some tea."

Looking down at the center of the tower, which was blowing out, it was already quite high there. The distracting landscape, but the man misses it with no fear whatsoever.

"If I fall, I'll die."

"Don't come to such an end!!

"Lazar, you should have waited downstairs..."

Looking back, his squire was walking in horror of wall telling. At that rate, I don't think I'll ever get to the top floor.

"Your Highness, you can't let one die!

"Who dies"

He answers as he gently waves the sword of the stripper.

While coming this far, there were also some tricks and room guardians and demons, but he had cut through them without difficulty and had already climbed as far as the inside of the tower.

The "height" that initially worried me the most was actually how it seemed to be auto-forwarded to the next floor when the trick was solved, not so much affecting my feet. It is often conveyed that tricks require, and are probably being tested, full of health, instantaneous power, judgment, and brains.

"Is it supposed to be something some people would climb together"

"You two don't like climbing things..."

"The last accomplisher was my great-grandfather?

"It's a record. I hear you climbed with ten people then. It seems His Majesty the King was the only one who made it."

"Hmm..."

He conceives while touching his jaw with the hands of the empty one.

About seventy years ago, my great-grandfather, then King Falsus, who climbed this tower, had the help of a witch as an "accomplisher". But they also had quite a price there. Now it is a story that is told only among the children, as in Migawa.

"So far, so easy."

"Let's go home!

"Just you go home. It's not helping."

Lazar cried in silence when he was told clearly.

While we are having such a conversation, the next door is already current.

When he opened it for nothing, twice as many people had a pair of gargoyle stone statues placed in the center of the room.

Saw it. Lazar screams not in her voice.

"When you get close, it's going to work."

"Absolutely! He said it would work! Let's go home!!

"You wait outside..."

It was almost at the same time that he breathed and set up his sword, and that the skin of the gargoyle gradually changed from stone to glossy black, and the light lit its eyes.

When the giant wings are plucked without sound, the two gargoyles float in the air.

I could tell by the signs that Lazar would fall behind the wall.

The first one to jump was the gargoyle on the left.

As the raptor jumps on his prey, he plunges down. That sharp nail was about to tear his body apart, and he flew quickly to the left.

But the other gargoyle comes around in front of him as if he had predicted it.

"Oops."

He slid between the two gargoyles and turned behind him as he recieved with his sword the claws that were protruded.

Unfabricated, but overwhelming, force cuts off the first gargoyle wings. The winged gargoyle screamed like he wanted to block his ear.

Everything is just a flash of events.

"Master, the challenger has reached between the gargoyles"

The child's voice was thrown into the room again. The witch, who was boiling water, smiles lightly and responds.

"That's amazing. How many?"

"Two… practically one"

To a rather surprising fact, she raised one eyebrow.

In the last few decades, even a few of us haven't gotten that far.

But it would be impossible to do something alone between gargoyles. She asked, conceiving that hot water would have been wasted.

"Shall I give you a bravery award?

"It's going to break through."

"... Huh?

There are supposedly five witches in the world.

"The Witch of the Closed Forest"

"The Witch of Water"

"Uncalled Witch"

"The Silent Witch"

"The Blue Moon Witch"

These five are their street names.

The witches appear at random, calling disaster with their immense magic, and vanishing. On the continent it was a symbol of awe and calamity.

One of the most powerful witches of all is The Witch of the Blue Moon.

She builds a blue tower in the wilderness that does not belong to any country and lives on its top floor. To those who rose off this tower, it was said that the witch would fulfill that hope in exchange for the price, but when it gradually became widespread that all the challengers would not return from the tower, even those approaching the vicinity of the tower would gradually disappear.

As he protruded his sword into the right eye of the second gargoyle, a shuddering scream echoed into the wide room.

The other gargoyle is already on the floor. The earliest immobile giant was gradually breaking down into black grains, which were also disappearing into space.

The rest of the whole thing swung his left arm at his torso as he poured black liquid from his crushed right eye. A wounded, angry blow would have caused even the bear to die instantly.

But the arm cut off the sky.

When he flew up with the dreaded reflex nerve and avoided that blow, he cut Gargoyle's neck straight off to a knife.

The dull sound of your neck falling to the floor.

The giant who lost his head swayed left and right once, but finally fell before he couldn't stand it.

"Oh, boy."

When he breathes on his shoulders, he flickers his sword and drops what adheres to him. Turning around, Lazar had a palliative look at the wall.

"You're safe and above all..."

"If you eat, you won't be safe."

Slap him lightly. He looks forward.

At the same time as Gargoyle's body disappeared, the floor per poke in the room began to glow snugly. The transfer device to the next floor is starting to work.

"Let's go."

He steps out toward the transfer device. But then, all of a sudden, the whole room rocked violently.

"What!?

If you look around quickly, the floors all over the room are gone. The remaining parts were also slowly beginning to collapse.

"Razal, hurry!

So he shouted and looked back at his squire over his shoulder, and he was stunned.

Between Lazar and him, who was at the corner of the room, there was already a hole of considerable size, and Lazar was completely isolated.

Now, if I jump, I may reach as much as I can. But you won't be able to jump this distance on Lazar. So he decided. He turned his heel toward Lazar.

"Wait!

The floors all over the room are falling apart and you can see the first floor far down. The floor for the transfer device was also becoming a bouncing stone.

But Lazar pressed his master toward him with his hands in front of him.

"Your Highness, please go first"

"You idiot! We're gonna fall."

"No, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I'm home first."

So said Lazar with a pale face, but smiled and thanked him deeply.

"Please go ahead...... I look forward to your day as king."

A squire who has been beside him for a long time, rather than by heart, tells him so without raising his head. The slightly trembling voice was, however, ready to be built up.

"Wait, Lazar!

A rushing seeping voice.

Stretched arms.

But at that moment, with the fierce roar, the floor of the standing area of the Lazar collapsed.

The rest of the floor is five.

They were all handed out elusive riddles and powerful demons, but he cut through them all pale.

It's like climbing on your own. There was no obstacle militarily with Lazar gone. It's just that the indescribable sense of vanity dominated him.

Seventy years ago, did his great-grandfather, who climbed this tower with ten companions and followed only one, feel this way?

With that in mind, he finally stood in front of the top floor door.

The first thing that popped into my eyes when I opened the door was the view from the large window in the front.

Only the top floor of the tower can be seen to the end of the wilderness, far away. Nature lit up red on a falling day was magnificent and beautiful, and he lost his word. Never before have I seen the landscape from such heights. A soft breeze blew in from the outside and rocked his hair.

The room was spacious but cluttered.

There is an unknown pile of objects on the wall. They were many age-old things, such as swords, boxes, and figurines, each of which seemed to be a magical object.

But the part that leaves its clutter on the edge is a very ordinary room inhabited by people.

"Welcome"

A voice as thin as a whistle struck him in the ear.

The voice sounds calm with the wind, naturally in the room. The Lord of the Voice seemed to be in the back room that would be a dead end from the entrance.

"I'm brewing tea. This way, please."

With his hands on his waist sword, he carefully advanced his legs. In the back, the entrance and the room with a lot of different objects gradually enter the view.

At the window in the back of his left hand, he saw a small wooden table and a cup of hot air placed there. When he takes a deep breath, he tenses his whole body and takes a step further.

She stood there, turning her back on him.

"Your people are sleeping on the ground floor. No injuries."

The witch looked back and smiled when she said so.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Tinasha. Few people ever call me by name."

Suggested by her, sitting in a chair, he asked naggingly.

"You're the 'witch'? Doesn't look like it."

"It's a stupid question to ask the witch what she looks like."

Tinasha looked like a beautiful girl, sixteen or seven years old, no matter what she did with her little neck tilted strangely.

I'm not wearing a black robe, I'm not an old woman full of wrinkles. Sitting in a chair across the street in plain clothes made of quality fabric but likely to move easily.

Is it just remarkable that she is the owner of a rare beauty?

Long dark hair, white skin like ceramic, and deep dark eyes like those reflecting the night were more impressive than any princess I've ever seen.

"Is that look magically altered?

To the simple question, Tinasha answers in dismay.

"You're the one who asks rude things. The ground."

"They've been alive for hundreds of years. There's no wrinkles."

"You're several times more alive than people. My body just stops growing."

She puts her mouth on the cup like a red petal. He was pretty clapped out for the extra fallout from the imaginary 'witch'.

Tinasha smiles bitterly and urges ahead if the reaction was in the expected range.

"So? Isn't it your turn to talk next? This is the first time you've been up here on your own. It's a corner, so name it."

To the words he regained his mind and gently corrected his posture. Nature, nobility and majesty change his entangling atmosphere.

"Oh, excuse me. I'm Oscar Laes Increatus Roz Falsas."

At the end of the name, she glanced lightly.

"Falsus? Falsus royalty?

You're the first heir to the throne.

"Descendants of Legius?

"I'm going to be my great-grandson"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Tinasha glanced over Oscar's entire body cursorily.

"Speaking of which, it looks a little like... maybe? Legius had a better face."

"I'm sorry people seem bad."

To the plain Oscar, the witch laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry. But you're the better man. Leg was too innocent and young..."

Oscar saw more than instant nostalgia overflow in her eyes looking out the window when she said so.

In the eyes of those who have lived for a long time, there was indeed a sentiment that convinced me that this girl was the 'Blue Moon Witch'.

"You live here all by yourself?

"I have a demon to use, though. Litra!"

Answering my husband's call, a five- or six-year-old appeared soundless at the entrance to the room. She has a neat face, but doesn't know her gender very well in her expression. The witch's user, the demon, praised towards Oscar.

"I'll see you first, my name is Litra. I hung a blanket because the surgery worked and you slept well."

"Oh, bad"

In the wake of Oscar's words, Litra bowed again and fell back on the wall.

The scent of fine tea tickles my face when I put my mouth on the cup. He kept his simple questions on his mouth.

"What happened to the people who tried this tower and didn't come back? You even have mass burials?

Tinasha openly glances at the question.

"Don't take the liberty of graveyards around people's residences. I don't want to get a body out of the tower, so I'm trying not to die."

"If Gargoyle punches you, you'll die normally."

When Oscar pointed that out, she laughed and waved.

"Fatal injuries are flown to the ground floor the moment they are determined to have been hit. The disqualified people then transferred their memories all over the continent. Most of them are people who want to test their arms and raise their reputation, and I want you to be prepared for this price."

Smiling flashly, she had the power to be the master of this tower. The elegance and beauty of the trick, too, would have gone by saying royalty if the place was a place.

"But Master, the challenger who wanted his child's illness cured, even if he was disqualified, he cured him."

"Don't say anything extra"

To the words of the Wall User Demon, she distracts from Oscar when it comes to the bad look of a bunch of things. Previously the intimidation held its hold in an instant, and the witch at that time looked as if a girl as young as she appeared. Oscar gets kind of funny with the impression that he's never been sure.

"You don't have a clue."

"You don't have to."

The infidel rotten reply sounds adorable instead.

"You're not going down to the city or anything? The other witches seem to be showing up more in public."

Oscar asked as he moaned the ceramic doll placed on the table. It's a doll the girl has a shopping cage and makes very elaborate.

"If you have something you have to buy yourself out, I'll go down... I don't really want to interfere in people without darkness. 'Cause my powers don't feel like I can wield them at random."

"I see. That attitude is what I want The Silent Witch to apprentice as well"

Tinasha leaned her neck to the name of another witch who had suddenly emerged.

"Does that have to do with what you came here for?

"That's why I want you to break the curse"

In answer to her earlier questions, Oscar gave a light account of the events of the night fifteen years ago.

While he spoke, Tinasha was listening with arms and eyebrows, but when the story came to a paragraph, she took a deep sigh.

"Why did you get such a curse?"

"My father doesn't want to talk about it. I've never heard of the cause before. He had something to do with my mother, who died before that."

"... Really?"

She narrowed her eyes as she noticed something in the moment, but quickly put it back on her expression before Oscar was surprised. When you untie the arm, gently apply your temples with your index finger.

"If you refuse first, you won't always be able to break the curse."

"What do you mean?

"'Magic' is constructed and activated on the basis of common laws, but 'Curse' has no laws. Language...... that includes not only words, but all methods of transmission such as gestures, but it is the 'curse' that makes any language have the meaning you define for yourself and empowers it. It naturally depends on the person you call… If you don't define the existence of a curse when you call it, you can't even solve it for the operator."

"... can't solve it?

"I can't solve it. But instead," curse "doesn't have that much power. Because it blocks or bends the flow of natural power by the will of the individual. I don't have the power to kill people directly. So much so that it works precisely indirectly… it's not inevitable either"

Oscar twisted his neck suspiciously when he heard it.

"But isn't this curse quite powerful?"

"Yes, your curse is beyond that realm, isn't it? It's because what's hung is actually not a" curse, "but something called a" blessing "or a" guardian. "

"What?"

Seeing a flashing Oscar, Tinasha shrugged her shoulders with her white hands wide open.

"It's a 'blessing'. I basically apply it in the same way as the 'curse', but in different directions of power. I'm going to hold back a certain power. So this one is pretty powerful depending on the power of the surgeon. What you're putting on is going to put a very powerful force on the fetus to protect it backwards. Normal mothers can't stand it first."

Oscar became obnoxious and dismayed at what was very unusual for him.

Across the street, a witch stares at him like that, feeling sorry for him.

"Uh, I mean, in the end, I can't solve it... and?

"If you can analyze what's being put on it, you can magically mitigate it, because it's about twenty intertwined... That's the silent witch."

Tinasha replied as she narrowed her eyes and focused his chest as if staring into something less visible.

"I'm very sorry..."

"Hey......"

An awkward silence flowed on the spot.

Breaking that air, Tinasha gently slapped her hands as she stood up.

"You came around the corner, and now what? I'll do what I can."

That said, she brought a water basin from the back of the room and left it on the table. Inside the basin is carved a magical crest, with thinly stretched water brilliant under the sunset.

"Do you have any means?

"There are simple measures"

Tinasha sat back in her chair, kneading her right hand over the water basin. Ripples occur on the surface of the water even though there is no wind.

"The problem is that the mother can't stand the guardianship of the fetus, so you just have to choose a woman strong enough to stand it"

"... although it is certainly simple. You have a woman like that?

"I'm sure there's one or two people on the continent... maybe. I will focus on magic and magic resistance, so close your eyes for the rest"

Some distant forest view is reflected in the water basin.

Oscar held his forehead by his hand so that he could get a headache.

"What would you do if you were a wife or an old child?"

"My wife can't do anything because she's off the humanitarian track, but the old man magically manages... If you were a kid, you'd be raised to your liking and save! If you're royal, it's normal for you to marry 20 years old."

Tinasha answered consciously bright with a smile made.

"Anyway, look, please be positive"

"Hey......"

I felt like I was getting a real headache, and Oscar finally held his head with both hands.

This is what she is said to be the strongest.

Besides, the fact that even the witch at the time of the call probably can't solve it is a good place to have no other means.

I thought about whether this had to be done 'positively' anymore... and Fu and Oscar came up with something.

"Tinasha"

"Wow, I'm stunned! what is it"

"Why are you stuttering?"

The water either responded to Tinasha's surprise or jumped up and wet the table even though she hadn't even touched her hand.

"Because they rarely call me names..."

"Name it and say what"

"Excuse me."

Tinasha received a cloth from Litra and wiped away the splashy Shizuku. Inquire as you fold the cloth.

"So, what is it?

"Oh, no, what about you"

Tinasha, unable to grasp the intent of the question, looked suspicious pointing to her face. Oscar asks in response.

"Can you stand the magic of The Silent Witch?

"Well, I can stand it at my leisure..."

Finally, I understand that Tinasha's complexion is blurring.

"Then it's settled."

Oscar drank his tea to the end as he sat back deep in the chair. Tinasha, who is face-to-face, has a bright blue face with her hips floating.

"Hey, wait a minute"

"I don't know if you're here. Isn't it more certain than looking for a woman? My hope as an achiever is for you to come down here and be my wife."

"Unacceptable!

She slapped the table with her little hands. The tea left in the cup and the water in the water basin ripples violently.

"I told you I'd do everything I could."

"There are limits! I can't. I can't."

Oscar looked back at the witch with her pale face circling and peeling her eyes.

"You actually think I'm married?

"No Marriage History"

"I have a girlfriend."

"I was never there."

"The old man can do something about it."

"Sure, I'm an old man, but I'm pissed off at old people! Or something like that!!

Tinasha embarked on herself with a drawn laugh.

Cold sweat is starting to float on my forehead.

"It's insane to have the blood of a 'witch' in the royal family. The ministers will throw up blood."

"I'd like to take a look at that..."

The witch held her head as she weakened and collapsed into a chair to an Oscar that lazily exchanged desperate resistance.

"You look like Leg or not...... you have an amazing personality"

"You're a bad person."

She shakes her head and breathes when she twists him answering.

"Anyway, no. If that's what you want, I'm your great-grandmother by now."

To the words Oscar remembered inside, quite stunned.

but at the same time some are convinced with wonder.

His great-grandfather was probably seventy years ago fascinated by this witch.

But she didn't take the offer.

Oscar was only slightly interested in past events that were very different from the stories of kings and witches passed down to Falsus.

The two of them were still pressing questions when Litra brought a pot with new tea.

Oscar is steady but never pulls off, and I can see that his husband, the witch, is becoming quite mentally exhausted.

"Uh, if I don't hear you very well anymore, I'll put you back in the royal palace with my memory."

Finally reaching her limit, she said to the throw after sighing.

"That's a ghostly statement."

"You're the ghost."

Tinasha stood up, grinning her right hand toward Oscar. Something converges into that hand, which he can also feel due to a sudden change in the flow of air.

"Come on, we're gonna fight back."

Oscar, who had just stood so long, also lifted his hips and pulled out his sword. Seeing the pattern, Tinasha looks blatantly disgusted.

"Why are you carrying such a thing? Treasure of the Nation."

'Cause this stuff should be practical.'

The well-polished sword body with both blades was brilliant as a mirror under Tinasha's gaze. The pattern is decorated with some decorations of age objects.

Acacia, passed down to the Pharsus royal family, is the only sword in the world with absolute magical resistance. Legend has it that it was given back in the day by the unscrupulous, but the details are uncertain.

Traditionally, King Falsus would only wear a sword in an official setting, and there had been no record of it being used in action for the past few decades, but Oscar normally treated that sword as his own.

Naturally, wizards are a good substitute for "natural enemies". That was no exception for Tinasha, the witch.

When she looks bitter and hesitates for a while, she gently waves her right hand to undo the magic that was configuring her.

"Ugh. Would you like to discuss it some more"

"Not at all. Calm down."

In the gap where they sat back, Litra poured back tea.

"I'm stubborn, stubborn. Give it up for a second."

"I think we're each other..."

Oscar was drinking tea with his imaginary face, but remembered that there was a fuss.

Speaking of which, I hear you lived in the Pharsus Royal Palace for a while seventy years ago.

"It's about six months. I was on the front, teaching magic, growing flowers. It was quite interesting."

Oscar twisted his neck to a life he could not imagine.

"Was that what my great-grandfather wanted?

"No."

Tinasha closes her eyes and smiles.

From a clear tone came the unwillingness to teach what the real desire was.

Oscar raised a slight eyebrow, but would not ask more than that, drawing on her will. What I have done instead is to put my own wishes in my mouth that I have come up with.

"Let's do this, then. Leaving here for a year, in Falsus, living beside me. This is what I want as an accomplisher. Can you accept this?

Tinasha, who was told, did something about that unexpected demand.

But if you think about it, it would be quite a concession.

A year is never long for her. The nostalgic landscape of Falsus, who once lived with people for so short a time as to blink, came to my attention.

The witch breathes deeply unconsciously.

And when I spit it all out, her mind decided.

"Fine. I will go down the tower as your guardian. You are my contractor for a year from today."

Tinasha points her white index finger at Oscar's forehead when she softly raises her arm. With a pale, white light at her fingertips, it moved away from her fingers and slid through the air, sucking into Oscar's forehead.

He searched his forehead with his fingers wondering, but no particular change as he could see.

"A landmark. For now."

The witch smiled and stood up, lifting her hands over her head and stretching. Relax the body that was stiff as it continued to sit.

"If we're leaving the tower, we have to close the entrance. Litra, nice to meet you."

"Yes, sir."

Oscar also took a seat as Litra walked out of the room.

The sun falls completely, and I see residual light in the distant mountains. When he stood beside Tinasha, he peered into her, much shorter than himself, with a person's bad smile.

"If you change your mind along the way, you can live permanently in Falsus."

"It won't change!!

Thus, for the first time in roughly seventy years, The Witch of the Blue Moon, as the guardian of Prince Falsus, was to appear in history.

The story of peeking into her own destiny begins with this.

"Lazar! Wake up!

When he jumped reflexively into his husband's voice, it was in front of the tower, behind a tree that connected the horse.

"That, Your Highness... I was climbing the tower... already at night?

"Fine, I'm going home. Wake up."

To his unclear head and memory, Lazar rose as he twisted his neck. Untie the rope that was connecting the horse.

"Did you care to come back?

"Oh, I'm done for now."

Lazar, who pulled his horse back to Oscar wondering, realized for the first time then that someone was standing in the shadow of his master.

The young and beautiful girl smiles like a flower when she notices Lazar's gaze. Lazar was totally drunk by those dark hair, white skin and powerful dark eyes who didn't know which country he was out of.

"Your Highness, this one..."

"He was a magician of the witch's apprentice and was to live in Falsus for a while because he was leaving the tower. Do me a favor."

"My name is Tinasha"

The girl bowed politely, so Lazar also rushed to bow her head. Wondering that he didn't have any luggage on his own for leaving the tower, Lazar approaches his horse-pulling master and ears him.

"By witch apprentice, did you meet a witch?

"Oh, we met."

"Didn't they take it"

"You, they're gonna kill you..."

Oscar made a call to Tinasha as he jumped on the saddle. I say something to the worry-faced lazar, and I smile inadvertently.

"Well, that was interesting."

As it was, Oscar pulled up on the horse as he took the hand of a girl with a bitter face for some reason.

The day is completely falling and the night is about to come early enough.

As Tinasha waved her hand, a white light floated forward slightly above the horse's nose tip to illuminate the front.

Lazar, who himself rode a horse, looks back at the frightening tower.

When I saw it, in the dim darkness, the doors of the tower, which should certainly have been, disappeared, and there were just blue walls going on, the same as those around them.