Unnamed Memory

In front of the soldier's stuffing on the outer perimeter of Falsus Castle, there are about two or three large mansions of square.

It was a place for soldiers to build strength and train swords, often with voluntary individual training or group meetings.

Mock matches have been played since earlier in the center now. Other soldiers surrounded the one-on-one game from a short distance to see it.

There are also people watching from the corridor on the outer wall of the castle.

It was Tinasha, the "Blue Moon Witch" who was supposed to be the magician girl who entered the castle the other day, who was looking down the game at will as a result of the stone walls.

Once upon a time when she entered the castle, she entered as a witch, but this time she lays low about it. Whatever she may be herself, witches are generally repellent. If some small nations had bought that anger about three hundred years ago and perished at night, people's fear would not have been impossible.

It was Tinasha who suggested leaving her identity lying low, but Oscar agrees with that, and her current identity is that of an apprentice magician.

That finger, which combs hair disturbed by a gentle breeze, was fitted with several rings that control magic to soften the eyes of other magicians as mere magicians. Likewise, both ears have enclosures with magical prints.

Moment after moment, a strong wind blew and the dust entered my black eyes.

As Tinasha rubs her eyes in tears, her voice can be hung from behind her back.

"Did you come here?"

Looking back with a lingering eye of foreign matter, there Lazar stood holding the book. Tinasha smiles and greets.

"Hi, I was just taking a walk..."

"Oh, you see the training ground,"

As Lazar stood beside her, she looked down herself too.

"That guy, he's been winning, but he's pretty strong."

During the match, she fingers the red-haired swordsman on the right hand side. Lazar looked at it, and, oh, she gave a good voice.

"You're General Ars, aren't you? It's the younger one, but it's the best arm of the general. He led a platoon of armed robbers last month."

As if to respond to the explanation, when Ars' right hand jumped, the opposing soldier's sword flew through the sky. The soldier, slightly thin, is holding his wrist in pain and saying something.

"I lost, but that guy's pretty good too... are you a regular soldier?

"She says Meredith and falls under General Ars's command. Soon you'll have your own troops, won't you?"

Tinasha gazed closely at the soldier, saying she was a woman, but could not tell except that she had distant, vibrant blonde hair.

Falsus has less restrictions on his profession due to his gender, and as long as he has strength and hope, he can get into most professions. So Tinasha wasn't so surprised to hear that she was also a woman, but even in it, even a woman, and an armed soldier is very rare.

"She's a little tough, but she's a good woman."

That's how Lazar smiled, not realizing he was the best person. Tinasha is also followed and smiles.

"But is it funny watching a mock game? I thought magicians weren't very interested in this sort of thing."

"I used to do swords. I had so much time..."

Lazar glanced at her luxurious body unexpectedly.

"It's actually strong... or something?

She grinned bitterly at the question.

"I don't have much power, and it was only there. Right...... I guess I can beat her earlier. But that general, um... I don't know if I can. You're about to lose."

It seems Lazar couldn't grasp whether her sarcastic words were serious or joking. I didn't say anything more after all.

Ars is dealing with a different soldier again in the training ground. You realized you were scared, and a soldier with a pulled back was calling from around you.

Lazar holds back the book in his arm, which is about to collapse.

But Your Highness is stronger than General Ars.

"Huh."

The words he casually said returned a dismaying reply, so he rather looked back at her in surprise.

"Why are you so surprised? No one is stronger than His Highness in the country. That one was in the tower the other day...... is that it?

I'm pretty sure something happened at the witch tower, but I can't remember the specifics at all when I try to remember. Lazar twisted her neck tightly.

Tinasha, on the other hand, holds her head with a tense look.

"Are you stronger than that general...... hmmm...... really?

"It's true. Of course he's talented, but he's a hard worker. You've been taught everything for a long time, and you absorbed it fast."

"Wow..."

"So why did you react like that?"

"No, anything..."

She had an unpleasant look on her face, wrinkling her eyebrows and putting on her arms.

"It's been a while since I've wanted to train a sword."

"Why..."

She's silent, yeah. Nodding.

In that incredible reaction, Lazar followed the scene to go to the library away, feeling suspicious.

On a day when the noon was gradually getting longer and the temperature was getting higher, Oscar was walking down the hall with thick reports in his hands.

Falsus is a country with a mild climate all year round, but still has relatively hot summers and winters that make it a little chilly, about two months a year. Now at the beginning of that summer, Falsus had withheld nearby the festivities entangled in the Itea God, which is believed in the vast majority of the people of the continent.

He looks up as he walks through the first piece of the report document and reads it, noticing a brunette girl coming from the end of the hallway.

"Tinasha!"

Called, she stopped by for a small run to his side as she let her hands wave flickerly.

"Long time no see"

"It's been about a week. How's the castle? Haven't you been bullied?

Oscar slapped the little girlfriend on the head, pounding her like a child. From under that big hand Tinasha looks up at Oscar with a frightened face.

"I'm not a child. You're doing well. It's a little heterogeneous."

"Are you from the tower because you're revealing it? Let me know if you have a problem."

"No problem."

Tinasha began walking especially to those who came alongside Oscar to see if they had any destinations.

"Is that your job?

"Oh, you know, diplomatic relations and festive security arrangements. I'm in trouble for not wrapping it around."

He grinned bitterly at the thick paperwork with his fingers. On the side, the witch shrugs her shoulders.

"Does a prince even do that? I thought it was more sloppy in the palace."

"Don't worry about being quite rude, too.... my uncle, who has been Prime Minister for a long time, died last month. I'm temporarily understaffed. Sooner or later, I don't mind."

"Surprisingly industrious!

"You..."

Having such a crappy conversation, I had come all the way to Oscar's private room at some point.

He thought Tinasha was leaving here, so he said, "Can I come in?" I was surprised that you followed me.

"I have a simple question, is there anyone besides you who inherits the blood of the royal family? I think I had some relatives."

Tinasha asks, sitting shallow on a bench placed between the walls.

Oscar, questioned, took the water drain on the table and poured water into the pottery cup, smiling bitterly and mouthing at it.

"I have relatives, but I don't have children. When I was four or five years old, I heard cases of children disappearing neglectfully all over the country continued. Ultimately, there were dozens of them gone, but that's when some of their cousins went missing, too. As it turns out, there's no royal muscle younger than me now."

Seeing Tinasha seems to have surprised her just fine. I just sat down, but I stood up to jump, and walked towards him.

"Did you find out what caused it?

"No, it remains a mystery."

"Was it before and after the" Silent Witch "came?

"Because it was after my mother died of illness... sure, it was after that incident subsided"

Oscar tries to associate his young self memories with unpublished records.

That's when the pain ran like a stab in the head.

On the moon.

The witch figure.

Curse

Voice

sharp nails

Torn.

Bloody.

Unvideo footage, unspoken fragments flash instantly.

But they disappeared as if nothing had happened from the beginning.

He shakes his head and pays off a foreign feeling similar to the thorn that remains stabbed.

"What's wrong?

"No... I'm fine"

"I'm tired. He's not sleeping. He's got a face."

Tinasha reached out worried and swept to Oscar's cheek.

"I slept for three hours."

"That's not to say I slept"

As she sighed with a shuddering face, she began to push Oscar toward the bedroom with both hands.

Thin arms and light weight can't even make an otherwise long Oscar move, but you're interfering with magic, and he's pushed out to slip on the floor. Eventually, he ended up with wings sitting on his sleeping table.

"Hey, I still have to sort out this paperwork."

Confused and looking up at the witch, she laughs inclusively.

"It's surprisingly quicker to get some sleep."

"No..."

"Look, it makes me sleepy"

Tinasha's white fingers forehead.

Something was done, but Oscar was falling into deep sleep at that moment.

When I woke up, he was alone in the room.

Looking at the clock, he seemed to have slept only an hour or so at best, but strangely neat physically and mentally.

When I looked on the table, the documents I had earlier were kept in a bunch.

When I stood up and took it, the order had changed, and there was also a beautiful summary of the places to look with a woman's letter on the new paper at the top, as well as other points.

"You're a woman I can't grasp."

Oscar grinned bitterly through his eyes, leaving the room with the paperwork in his hand.

"Mr. Tinasha, it was just fine. We're about to start sharing roles and explaining the festivities in the library."

One of the magicians who was walking in a group finds a girl walking upstairs from the floor below the blowout and calls her off.

Tinasha noticed it and bowed lightly.

"Thank you. I'm on my way."

The festival is three weeks away. As she ran down the stairs in a small run, she joined the line of magicians.

And as one of the apprentice magicians, he was to undertake a certain task.

"So what role did you get?

"Uh, you're a lighter."

Tinasha answered Oscar's question while floating against the ceiling.

The ornament to seal the magic remains intact, but even in this state she can far surpass a normal magician. She barely showed that power in public wearing a cat, but now that she's in Oscar's private room, she was moving through the air to breathe.

"What do you do with lighting?"

Oscar asks as he glances over the festival security documents.

There are three types of security: VIPs, stronghold security, and lookout. At the time of the festival, strict vigilance was to be exercised with infiltration into the castle, assassinations and other measures, as the people came in as far as the outer perimeter of the castle.

Reports compiling them go through generals and are usually to be confirmed by the Prime Minister. But now that the prime minister's position is vacant, Oscar was making the final confirmation.

"The lighter seems to take light out of the water with some magically made light sources in the castle. Isn't it beautiful when you actually do it?"

"Oh, was that done magically? I thought you were sinking in the lamp."

"It's easier to do it magically."

Coming down in front of Oscar without a sound, Tinasha sat down in the chair next to him.

"I just can't maintain the surgeon without being within my power. Normal, maybe two or three houses at most?"

"You'd have it no matter how far away you are?

"Eh heh. You can have it anywhere in the castle capital. Even if it is decorated. You're going to the festival!

A glimpse of the witch smiling joyfully made Oscar want to do it asexually mean.

"Okay, I'm going to call the magician now and turn him into a more cumbersome job"

Float down and try to get to the door.

"Ya meh! I'll cry."

Tinasha pulled his clothes desperately trying to go through the front, pushing him back and letting him sit in his original chair.

"Mostly, I don't trust newcomers. I don't come around for that important job."

"Well, I guess so. Just kidding."

Tinasha swept her cheeks at the words, but when he ignored them, she signed the papers and turned one.

"Seems a lot to look forward to, but you've never been to a festival before?

"It's my first time."

Against the candlestick on the wall, the witch began to wave and play to light or extinguish the candle.

Each time, the lights in the room sway, creating waves of light on the walls.

"When you lived in Falsus before, you did come right after the festival, didn't you? I remember very well what I had done."

"You should have come to see me."

"I promised Leg I wouldn't go into Falsus until he died."

Tinasha smiled bitterly, again, floating up to near the ceiling. A white dress conceives the air like a curtain.

Oscar looked up from the paperwork and looked up at her.

"I didn't even want to hear about his death, and then I forgot about the festivities."

She smiled, as if she were a girl, but could not read any emotions from that expression.

"So what brings you here? You've come to spread the word that there's a ghost in my room."

Oscar looked at the witch twirling around in the air in disdain.

In the first place, she said, "I need to do something," and came in through the window for the night. There is no such thing as a place in the castle where you can see inside his room from the outside, but if there was a human being who could do it, a woman in white would have moved fluffy in the air and felt frightened.

"Oh, I forgot the real deal because it doesn't matter. I'm talking about your protection..."

"You don't care about my protection!

"You're strong enough..."

With a face that seemed sincerely unpleasant, she returned it.

"Well, it's a contract, and I'll do it right. But I'm busy going to the festival that day, so let me preempt some defensive magic."

"That means it's gone."

He turned the paperwork further with a bitter face as he pressed his temples on the back of the pen. So I finished looking at all the paperwork, so I gently melt it on the table.

"Okay. So, what do I do?"

In contrast to him sighing, the witch came down before him happy.

"I'm already working on the surgery. It's a little complicated."

Saying so, Tinasha combines her white hands with her fingers crossed, placing her palms in front of his eyes.

Five circles emerged in the air between the ragged hands and Oscar's face, made of blushing red and thin lines. It happens to be unwindingly intricately intertwined and becomes a giant magical tattoo knitted like a lace.

Oscar barely enjoyed raising his breath of amazement at the sight.

"I wonder if the contract will be permanent. Define in three times and two worlds…"

The chanting voice spills out of her mouth.

A magician doesn't need chanting for simple magic.

Now she's been doing things like requiring chanting if she's a normal magician, just being aware, or just holding hands, and this was the first time Oscar had heard her chant. The very fact that she needs a long chant this time tells the story of the magical power she's going to be able to hang.

"Rain that purges and forms the word to be broken from its roots loses its meaning... all rings return as rings... abide by our rules... whatever appears"

The tattoo became more and more complex as it slowly rotated, but was sucked into Oscar's entire body as it converged with her words.

He tries to turn his hands upside down in surprise, but the remnants of the tattoo are spotless.

"Wow."

"Mm-hmm. That's okay. It'll work semi-permanently."

Tinasha took a deep breath and strained her breath.

"External attacks, whether magic or physics, are deactivated. You can't have poison or anything like that. Please be careful. And you're connected to me, so if I die, my effectiveness will be lost. Conversely, you can't break it to another human unless you kill me."

"That would be close to an anomaly."

Oscar raised an exclamation.

There must be quite a few dignitaries in the world who want to gain such strong protection, at any price.

But there will probably never be this technique on them for the rest of their lives.

Putting the witch aside, Oscar felt wary once again gaining that sense of reality.

The day of the festivities quickly came while all the men of the castle were being pursued in preparation.

People overflow the city in the morning and music is heard from all over the place. Many exotic people, and the usual flourishing castle capital of Falsus, made its buzz even more intense.

It is the one hundred and twenty-sixth and one hundred and eighty-seventh festival of Itea in the calendar of Pharsus.

Tinasha had been out of the city in the morning and looked around at the outdoor shop, but near dusk, she came back to the castle for duty.

While the outdoor shop stood alongside the crowd until the middle of the day, she used a slight chant when she put her hands together with five light spheres at equal intervals in the dark water.

The blue and white shimmering light from underwater to the surface raised the cheers of those who had passed by.

It seems that the magicians of the other districts in charge lit it at about the same time, and the walls rise in the dark. Looking into the neighboring area, a man in a magician's robe walked in as he noticed Tinasha and waved.

"What do you think? You look beautiful."

"Thanks to you. Thank you. Um."

"It's called Temis. Greetings."

That's how the man offered his hand. Its right arm is fully carved in black with a magical tattoo.

She smiled and shook the man's hand back.

"It's Tinasha. Best regards,"

"I'll be around here for a while, so call me if anything happens"

"Yes."

Themis walked away with love.

Now we've done our part, but duty lasts until late at night. Tinasha gave me an idea of what to do in the meantime.

"The festival is good. Actually, I'd like to have a drink."

"At work"

A long man walking sloppily through the mess and a woman in a good posture walking next to him were turning the crowd around in an equally wasteless motion, entangling a diametrically contrasting atmosphere, and walking to slip through the crowd.

The men's hips and the crest on the woman's chest all belong to the Farsas country, indicating that they are more than soldier chiefs.

The man, with red hair and a nostalgic face that remained young, was Ars, who rose to the General with the arms of his sword, and the beauty, who went next door, nicely cut all the blonde hair to his shoulders, was Mereditna, a woman but who began to command the soldier platoon as a martial officer.

They were lightly equipped to make sure the people didn't feel more intimidated than they needed to be, but they carry swords to guard the festival lookout.

"Where is Your Highness?

"In the castle. I'm working."

Ars can't help but wonder about the outdoor store selling salted pork, and he looks back at it all the time as he passes by.

But Meredith ignores it and doesn't loosen her legs.

"Is there someone on guard?

"I was told I didn't need it. I'd like you to trust me a little more..."

"Your Highness is stronger, and if you say so, you don't have to."

When the man shrugged his shoulder, he noticed something and struck his hand.

"Oh, did Meredith want to be on guard?"

"Is your head boiling?

…………

They are both childhood friends born and raised in Falsus.

Ars was 24 this year, four years older, and when he entered the castle as a soldier when he was eighteen, Meredith also entered the castle a few years later to follow it.

Though at first glance they never seem close, they are often acting together, and few misinterpret each other as lovers.

It's getting a lot darker.

Meredith looks up into the sky. I was starting to see stars there. The two of them walked down the main street to the edge of the castle.

It was then that I heard the screams of a woman tearing her brains apart. Ars and Meredith run out toward their voices, as they were played.

"My child... my child!

Right beside the wax, a woman was riding herself out onto the water and screaming. Ars rushes over next to the woman.

"What's up! You fell!

When the woman looked at Ars with a bright blue face, she didn't even speak, she just nodded.

Upon confirmation, he quickly removes his sword and jumps into the box without hesitation.

Even though there is a light source, it is slightly dark in the water. Ars glanced down to the bottom.

The depth of the cubicle is about four adults tall. There is no flow, but the outlook is poor for that.

A vision where the mud just lights up and slows down. When Ars began to rush as he looked around, the blurry glowing light sphere suddenly increased its light intensity. Light quickly widens the reach, eroding the darkness and illuminating the water as if it were day.

Surprised by the sudden events, he glanced around just momentarily, a boy about two years old drifted a little further away.

When he holds that unconscious body, he kicks up the water. His face on the water and his breath cheered from all around him.

Ars leaves it to Meredith, who was waiting for the boy's body. As she lay her child's body while he was rising from the water, she confirmed its breathing and heartbeat.

"I'm fine. I have a pulse, and I barely seem to drink water"

"Oh, thank you!

The mother hugged the child's body as she cried and thanked them both.

"I'm glad you're not drinking..."

"Of course."

After the mother and child were escorted away by a doctor just in case, the wet alus brought a relieved breath as she squeezed the hem of her clothes.

"I couldn't see much inside. Oh, speaking of which..."

Ars raised his voice and asked around.

"Who's the magician making the light here?

My hand rises out of the crowd of sights.

"It's me. Sorry for the carelessness."

Seeing Tinasha walk out with that said, Ars forgot about me for a moment.

"Oh no, I'm not... I'm glad you strengthened the light. Thanks."

Tinasha bows her head in silence.

As Ars looked over her head, a magician in a robe who cared about the noise or was in charge of the neighborhood responded to his gaze by raising a tattooed carved hand.

Seeing that the noise has subsided, the crowd gathered gradually begins to sprinkle. Meredith offered the owner a sword that was in the shape of a deposit.

"Just get dressed."

"Oh...... ok"

Walking out toward the soldier's cloister, Ars finally raised his voice a great distance from his original location.

"You surprised me! What a beauty. I've never seen it..."

"He looks like a magician who was in the witch tower. His Royal Highness brought them here."

Meredith distorts her expression like she speaks ominous words.

"Oh, oh! You've heard the story. I see. Be reasonable."

"What makes sense?"

Ars shook his head and paid for the droplets on his hair. Neighboring Meredith looks annoyed to see if there will be a splash.

"No, Your Highness thought it was of a nature not to be obsessed with women, so I was surprised when I heard the story... but that's not impossible either"

"I can't help it!

"Jealousy is ugly, Meredith"

Meredith punched Ars in the back from behind her thoughts.

During the evening, near the end of the festival, Tinasha watched the city under her eyes as she drifted over the castle.

The city, overflowing with various colors of lighting, is like a jewelry box with a lacquered black cloth.

Her black dress was loosely winded and reshaped, yet blending the owner's white body well into the night.

"Tinasha!"

Noticing a voice calling from below, she slowly descends. Oscar was standing on the terrace in the corridor looking up at her.

"Eyes, nice"

The witch descends next to him without a sound.

"You look blurry and bright all around you."

"Yep..."

She looked around strangely at her outfit. I wonder what it means when you're not wearing light objects or anything else.

But for Oscar, that doesn't seem to bother him. He's been turning the subject.

"Have you had enough of your job?

"I'm keeping it right. And then the air makes the walls so that no one falls."

"What is it?"

Don't answer that, she combed with her fingers, wrapping her messy hair around. Close your eyes to the night view that spreads beneath your eyes.

"The city is so beautiful. It's a lie to have people under all the light."

Oscar slowly stroked her head with a gentle smile.

"Was it worth it down the tower?

"Yes."

"Good for you."

Was there also something funny about that word, Tinasha tries to come up again, laughing dull.

And suddenly the Oscar grabbed my hand and pulled me down.

"What...!

Trying to complain, Tinasha notices Lazar running from beyond his shoulder.

"Your Highness! Oh, my God!

When they saw how Lazar had moved, they looked at each other in wonder.