Unnamed Memory

Running over, Lazar raised her surprise when she noticed Tinasha behind Oscar.

"Mr. Tinasha, did you need me here! We're all looking for you now!

"Huh."

Oscar pounds Tinasha's head in the wrong face.

"Because I'm playing. A sermon, I'm sure."

"It's not the other way around! People have been killed!

"Huh."

To Lazar's words, now the two voices of surprise were aligned.

"Can you see the body?

"Here..."

When Oscar, accompanied by Tinasha and Lazar, appeared in the alley in question, the hedges of soldiers and magicians broke and Kum, the magician, emerged. When he bows his head, he invites Oscar into the middle of an alley that few people usually pass through.

When Kum lifted the black cloth hung on the ground, what was there was just a piece of black scorched meat, not fastening the human prototype.

"Ugh..."

While the humans who have started the razal and seen it hold their mouths back and lag behind, Oscar flat, Tinasha narrows her eyes and observes what was once a human being.

"You know who it is?

"I'm Temis, the magician. The ornament was left to burn."

"Ah!"

In Tinasha's voice, the gaze around him gathered in unison. Oscar looks down at her with a complex look on her face.

"You know what?

"I was in charge of the neighborhood today. I said hello."

"Yes, that's why I was looking for you, Lord Tinasha. For thirty minutes before Temis' light sphere disappeared and the body was discovered, you had disappeared from before, even though your light sphere was lit... Where the hell were you?

Kum's voice sounded good in the city where the festivities were coming to an end.

It was after 8: 30 p.m. when it was confirmed that Temis' photosphere had disappeared.

That was an hour after there was a noise of a child drowning right beside him, shortly after his lover came to visit and realized he was not there.

It was not yet time for the end of duty, so other magicians and lovers searched for him, but he could not be found nearby, and around nine o'clock, a body was found dead in an alley a short distance from the

"I'm pretty suspicious, aren't I"

"Aren't you the prime suspect?

Oscar and Tinasha, who were so unanimous but somewhere nervous, whispered in a whisper, as they looked behind the other generals and magicians.

"Well, if it comes down to it, why don't you just reveal who you are?

"That's going to make it worse than the killer..."

The long hallway ends while I say that, arriving in front of a door that is less decorative but old and large. As Oscar stepped forward, a soldier who was holding back beside him opened the door.

The generals and magicians entered the room with their heads bowed and lined up beautifully with the throne front, left and right. Tinasha stands in the center of it, Oscar right next to the throne.

The king who came into the room was a relatively young king who was just a little over fifty years old. He has the same hair and eye color as Oscar, but the atmosphere is soft, with a gentle eye with the shadow of Tinasha's former contractor.

"You're the magician my son brought."

The king stares at Tinasha. She took that gaze without fear.

"Have you seen him anywhere?

Oscar and Tinasha gave that question a little bit, but neither of them put it on the surface.

Tinasha has never appeared in this country since she left Farsas seventy years ago. But maybe the king has something to tell him about the witch who once stood on the front with the king as his contractor.

But now is not the time to care about it. Tinasha smiles vividly.

"No, I'll be the first to see you. My name is Tinasha."

She thanked her by breaking her knee deeply as she pulled one leg back. The scene is naturally attracted to its streamlined operation.

The king was still tilting his neck to see if there was anything to catch him, but he looked around in turn at the one he refrained from doing left and right, and finally when he saw Tinasha again, he opened his mouth.

"They say one magician was killed, but you're involved?

"No, it's something I don't know."

She answered loosely and instantly. A sigh full of sighs that no one knows belongs to, and the blurring occurs.

The king looked up at Oscar, who stood beside him when he exhaled for a long time.

"I'll take care of it. Pick the right person to fit in."

"Okay."

As the king took his seat and went out the back door, each of the deeply thankful men began to move in search of the next.

Civilian heavy ministers left for the ex-post processing of the festival, and a separate room gathered personnel to deal with the incident, beginning with General Ars. Between them sitting in circles, the status and chronological order of the corpses are ascertained early on.

Tinasha was in the center of it, not frightened or reopened, just silently listening to herself pursue.

"That you weren't in charge is suspicious in the first place."

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Is it also confirmed that you can really use magic in the first place? I guess the light's not a lamp or anything."

"Oh, that's a magical light. I saw it."

So it was Ars who raised his hand.

"I got more light from the way in, and I saw it up close, but it was a magical light sphere"

The others clog their words for a moment with words that affirm her first time out. Meredith continued by breaking that awkward silence.

"Temis was still out there when the kid was drowning."

"Oh, I do remember seeing it"

Ars describes a magician who raises his hand and greets him. It was impressive with a black magic print on its arm, he added.

But blocking the loose air, the man's magician rises.

"If that is indeed a magical light, why wasn't it close, isn't that the problem? That's a funny story."

"No, wait."

It was the magician cum who controlled the man who was getting hot. Soon to plug into old age, he strokes his own shaved colored black head, while showing Tinasha flat in his hand.

"She's from the tower. Maybe it's a different form of magic from ours. Nor is it easy to do about the fact that you increased the amount of light along the way in the first place. It is a light sphere originally created with the intention of maintaining it for a long time. It's not something many of us can do, such as adjust the light in response to an unexpected event. I'm not surprised that light bulbs can be maintained from far away."

Tinasha, who had been silent until now, was a little impressed with the flexibility of Kum's thinking.

That is a magician who has been in Falsus for decades and is said to be immovable. Its powerful magic and high reputation for judgment sometimes reached the tower from time to time after using demons.

At the same time, she begins to think about how far she should go to show her hands.

When Kum's gaze seemed to turn her and prompt her opinion, the entrance door opened and Oscar came in just after another job.

"What happened?

"I thought I'd ask her something familiar right now..."

"Where and what were you doing!

Wearing Kum's words, an earlier controlled magician stuffs Tinasha. But when she responded and opened her mouth, Oscar said unconstitutionally.

"There he is with me. And Lazar."

Together we were greatly obsessed with the fact.

Kum turned his eyes round and Meredith let her face snap for a moment. Ars realizes it and shrugs his shoulders.

But the man, Teng himself, who made the ripples, looked around at them without paying any attention to the surprises of his subordinates.

"Don't stick to the wrong answer and kill your time. The killer is not this guy. I promise.... Tinasha!

"Oh, yes."

Tinasha stood up when she smiled bitterly. Return both palms to show the people around you.

"I do manipulate a slightly unusual form of magic, as Master Kum said. I'm good at spiritual magic such as light bulbs... so I can do this much."

A sphere of light appeared between her palms.

Once it floats to the ceiling, it heads to the window as it slips, sliding through its gaps and flying to the other side of the night. Far enough away to be invisible and until it was smaller, people gave sighs of different lengths when they saw a light sphere that would not lose its light.

"It was frivolous of me to leave my place. I also know that it is inevitable that this will happen and that it will be misunderstood. I'm so sorry."

I see her deeply bowing her head with all but some of the evil looks on her face.

When Oscar took a breath into the air, he named Ars, who had one cheerful face.

"Ars, you investigate. Help him, too, Meredith."

To the order, they silently and respectfully greeted each other.

Ars and Mereditna, ordered to investigate, were walking down the castle corridor to the gate to see the scene again in the middle of the night, about to change the day.

"I wonder if she's really the killer. 'Cause if the light sphere could still leave the scene, wouldn't it have just gotten more suspicious?

"Does Meredith think His Highness is covering for her?

She did not clearly answer the question of childhood tampering, but it was clear from the bitter seeping expression that she thought so. Ars shrugs his shoulders small.

"Well, it's a natural possibility, but I don't think so. Lazar said it, too, and it would be true that she was with Her Highness. And a little uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?"

"I don't know. She's more of a... scary person, isn't she?"

Meredith laughed at the misplaced words, but she noticed that Ars looked serious. Peek into a man's face.

"What's going on? Seriously?"

"Seriously. Here's the thing... I just stayed close and found out, but sometimes my skin tingles. Do you want to be instinctively fit? Isn't she really that kind of person, usually hiding it?"

"Well, that's not too suspicious, then"

"No, not like that... well. Forget it."

Ars shook his head when he smiled bitterly.

This feeling of Tinasha's dark eyes looking deep into the real night from time to time probably won't be conveyed to Meredith.

If that magician really wanted to kill people, it probably doesn't matter where they are or who they are. There should be no more trace, or more blatant. That's the person who can do it.

Does Oscar put her aside knowingly?

Ars waved lightly when he thought of his master to serve.

Before they went to the scene, the two joined the magician who had examined the body.

The little magician is a golden, brown-haired man named Carve, who, along with Kum, apparently had his mark until earlier. He explained the results to me as I walked alongside them.

"The cause of death seems to be poisoning. There was a little bit of misburned diarrhea left in the alley, but the poison came out of it. It's a kind of old magic medicine and it's called Limas. If you take it tasteless and odorless, you will vomit and then your whole body will be congested and your nose will bleed. We'll be dead in a few minutes."

"Is it an easy poison to get?

"It's a substitute that you can make if you have knowledge. If you look, you may be selling it, but you won't be able to do it in Falsus."

Carve answered as he checked the number of documents he had at hand. Ars listens more poking.

"So, for example, can all our magicians make it?

"I can make about half of it. However, I specialize in magic drugs, but I don't make Limas when I want to kill someone. Probably others too."

"Why?"

"It's a hassle. procedures and materials. Because it's an old magic medicine. The magic pills are finished with a surgical formula, but the surgical formula itself is also rich in spiritual magic influences...... very old. Now there's a poison that's easier to make."

"The poison itself is not special enough to give the killer an idea, but for some reason you mean you used a troublesome poison"

Ars checked with Carv as he relaxed his flattered eyebrows with his fingers.

"So, what was it that was falling apart or burning?

When Carve turned the paperwork, he gave a look that touched something abominable.

"It wasn't until some time after his death that he scattered the body. That's why you didn't bleed much. The neck, arms and legs are cut off and the torso is scattered in two. They all seem to have been disconnected by swinging down an axe or something. There's a part where you're out in one go and you're doing it a few times. So, then it's incineration. You're lighting it after you've oiled it."

"That's spectacular."

Each of the three looked disgusted.

It was already midnight when we arrived in the alley of the scene, but we still hear a lively drink from all over the city.

But the place is a dead end from the street, and it's originally a dead end. The buildings on the left and right had no windows and seemed like a world apart from the hustle and bustle around them. I even feel like death smells in silence when I look at the scorched ground.

"Who was the first one you found?

"It's our magician. I was looking for Temis and I found it. Temis' lover found her, and she went half mad. In the meantime, I'm getting some rest at the castle now."

"Not in that state..."

Meredith hugged herself with both arms to see if she could even chill.

"Got something? Ars."

Ars was looking down the street a little back from the scene, but back to the two of us in that voice.

"I'd like to take a look. But it's already dark. Tomorrow? I'll see you tomorrow, listen to you, and then I'll go report you to Your Highness."

"You got it?

Ars waved sleepy to Meredith, who rounded her eyes.

"No, not at all."

Approximately two disappointing people, Ars looks up at the sky where the stars float.

"But there's something somewhat suspicious about it. For example, why do you think they tear corpses apart or burn them?

"Some sort of ritual?

"Is it resentment?

Ars shook his head at Meredith and Carve coming up with a different answer almost simultaneously.

"If I suspect, 'replacement' and 'ease of processing'.... Well, let's go home today. Come on, I want to drink and sleep."

Ars walks out more and more as he rubs his neck. Meredith rushed after him.

In the morning, with the help of Carv, Ars went to see a woman who was the lover of the murdered magician. She is totally semi-frequent and she just screams "I want you to find out who killed my lover" and gets nothing powerful information. Als, who kept hearing his golden voice, has a headache.

"After all, what was the person who was killed?

Meredith expressed her doubts at the lunch table with Ars and Carv. Carv twists his neck while holding the cup to the question.

"If I insist... you were a good man of procedure. You can take anything and take it from a woman."

"Light?"

"When it comes to light, it's light. But I didn't have to take care of you or resent you."

Carve said that, once he cut the words and threw the boiled potatoes into his mouth. Ars laughs bitterly when he was listening.

"Well, people don't look like it."

"You don't know the truth."

Ars and Meredith are asking for the same fixed meal.

The dining room, as close as it was to the castle, was just busy at lunch. There will be no one in the numerous stores who thinks that there has been a debate about the Hound Murder.

The young general gathers his thoughts with his mouth on the cup. Meredith repeated the question as if to make up for the thought of childhood tampering.

"What about anything but personage? You know, interests."

"If you mean in the castle, you can't think of anyone who would benefit from his death. We're all studying different things in the first place... It doesn't feel like we're going to have a fight."

"What were you researching?

She asks with her gaze further down. At its disposal, it was trying to carefully entangle the noodles.

"It's magic lake and spirit magic. The Magic Lake, among other things, seems to have dealt with the Magic Lake in the old Druza."

"Magic Lake? What?"

"I don't really have a lake, but there are several places in the world where magic is stagnant at considerable concentrations in the ground. That's called Magic Lake. Among other things, Temis was investigating Druza's magical lake, which set the stage for a war seventy years ago. He went out there once a month."

Ars and Meredith look at each other in surprise at the words they know well.

"Seventy years ago, a war was fought by a warcraft and a witch."

That's it.

A moment of heavy silence came to the lunch table.

For Falsus, the battle against neighboring Druza, which he attacked seventy years ago, is one of unforgettable history.

Druza used the magicians to struggle with the troops of the time, and Falsus allowed a considerable invasion of the land once before that onslaught.

Yet the worst was the giant magic weapon known as the 'Warcraft', which suddenly appeared on the front and this creature kicked the Falsus army with overwhelming destructive power. Both the generals and the magicians felt despair at their opponents, who were so powerful that they had no skill to do so.

So then king Legius, with the help of a witch, will leave the Warcraft, the worst magic weapon Druza has brought out.

As a result, Falsus suffered considerable human damage, albeit victorious, and was to spend thirty years rebuilding it.

The defeated Druza, on the other hand, has declined sharply, albeit with political instability at the time, and is now divided into four small countries.

"I hear the Warcraft isn't dead. Is it dangerous to go there?

"That's why I was there. If the seal of the Warcraft is about to be unsealed, it will affect the Magic Lake."

"Hmmm...... You're starting to talk about something. I have no idea who did this."

"You said you knew earlier."

"That just figured out how to do it, the killer's refreshed"

Ars naturally picked the accompanying vegetables from Mereditna's plate and put them in his mouth. When she sighs in fright, she regains her mind and turns back to Carve.

"What about Spirit Magic? Were you a spiritualist?

"No. There are very few spiritualists. And it's closed. We have a few people who can use spiritual magic, but no pure spiritualists."

"Heh, yeah. unexpected"

"Are pure spiritualists any different?

To Ars's doubts, the magician man showed his hands wide open when he could retreat the finished plate to the edge.

"It's totally different in power. Spiritualists are good at manipulating natural objects, but with a platoon size, you can fight a country."

"Wow, that's amazing"

"Instead they barely appear in the table of history. It takes natural qualities, and a spiritualist is a condition of purity. If it is no longer pure, its power will be lost. Sounds like you solidify in small numbers with something like that and don't really interact with outside people. Temis also seemed to have made some attempts to parse that less tabular spiritual magic. The tattoo he was putting in is also spiritual magic."

"Ah, is that it? You're quite a research enthusiast."

Ars remembered a black print that was carved on one side of his arm.

When he looks remorsefully at his empty self and Meredith's plate, he lifts his arms and stretches his back.

"Would you like to go to Your Highness for a report once? May I borrow your wisdom?"

In response to that word, they were to leave the dining room behind.

Oscar, who received a summary report of the investigation, turned a teasing grin on Ars.

"What? You know what?

"This is probably the way to do it."

"What's the killer's eye-catcher?

"Refreshing."

In response to that light reply, Oscar laughed back in a good mood.

"Then let me ask you how to do it. Yeah, after we get everyone involved, let's do it. I want to see how everyone reacts."

"Yes, sir."

When Ars left, Oscar spoke behind the deserted.

"That's right. You should come too. Tinasha."

There was no reply, but Oscar laughed ridiculously at the sign of a woman sighing right beside him.

Officials were gathered in a large room usually used for magic practice.

The room was gathered with magicians, soldiers and civilians who had or seemed to have an intimate relationship with the victim, even indirectly.

Oscar sits in the deepest part of the room, Ars and Kum on both sides, plus Meredina sits next to it and the others sit in a large circle.

Tinasha stood outside the wheel, leaning against the wall behind Oscar, opposite it, in front of the door sat Fura, who was Temis' lover.

The victim is unaccompanied and has no relatives. Therefore all but Fura belong to the castle.

"Well, then, looks like we're all set. Let's hear General Ars's investigation, his reasoning."

That's all Oscar said, he gave way to Ars, who refrained to the left. Ars looks at everyone in turn as he steps inside the circle. Some of them looked like Carv.

"I would first like to sum it up from what Temis did on the day. The magicians in charge arrived in the area at six o'clock to create the light sphere. Of course he does. Immediately after… he is meeting and having a conversation with Miss Tinasha in question"

Ars looked back and confirmed Tinasha as he said. She smiles bitterly and returns the meeting.

"We don't have any sightings of him for a while afterwards. It's that crowd, and you won't know if you're there or not. It's just around 7: 30, at Miss Tinasha's next door, there's a noise of a child drowning, and that's when he's also been witnessed. Although it was mainly me who did. I did see a magician greeting me with his hands up from a little further away."

He raised his right hand of what was going on then, and held a meeting to reproduce it.

"After 8: 30 afterwards, your girlfriend... Miss Fura comes to visit and realizes that there is no Themis. She asked the magicians around her about it, and when everyone noticed his absence, the light bulb disappeared. Themis' body was discovered around nine o'clock in a subsequent search."

Ars walked to the center of the circle and looked around. Each one listens to him with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Until now, it was believed that the killing took place between 8: 30 and 9: 00. And that's why Miss Tinasha, who was equally absent that time, was suspected. - But kill him in thirty minutes, wait awhile not to bleed, then dismantle and burn the body... isn't this a bit coercive"

Ars glances at Carv. Taking that, Carve walked out into the next room.

"That's why I dived into the area where Themis was in charge today. I never thought I'd be diving for two days."

That's what I'm trying to put aside, and I'm back with what Carv has. Ars points to it.

That's where I found it.

What Carv was holding in both hands was a sphere made of large blue glass. The glass sphere is coal-fired from the inside and the wax melt solidifies underneath.

"I only brought one because it was quite large, but it sank to the bottom about six times at equal intervals."

About half the humans immediately understood what that meant. They alternate between Ars and Carve's sphere with a flashing look.

"There's certainly nothing in there because it's sealed. But with magic, you can light a candle from the outside."

In response to that word, Kum affirmed powerlessly, "Oh......"

"It naturally disappears after some time, of course, from the air and wax inside. There is no information that Themis' light sphere disappeared and re-lit once, and I'm guessing his light sphere was this glass sphere from the beginning. He told Miss Tinasha. 'Cause I'm around here for a while,' he said. He was supposed to be there the whole time, and he was going to leave the spot after a while. It wasn't Miss Tinasha who didn't magically maintain the light, it was Temis."

Participants', voiceless breaths rocked the air of the venue.

Oscar is on his feet, listening insignificantly but observing everyone's reaction.

Tinasha was closing her eyes and just listening.

"This no longer makes up a diagram proving that the light on means that Themis is alive on the spot as it is. So the murder took place after 7: 30, which I witnessed, but here's a little bit of reasoning I'd like to share."

Ars closed his eyes for the first time and began to talk when he took a deep breath.

"The killer probably promised Temis beforehand. A glass sphere was prepared and sunk by the two of us in advance. And Themis lights it, making it look like there's a light sphere. Then he left the scene to see the killer. And the killer poisoned Temis in the alley in question. - When he was killed, there was still room until the candlelight went out. But something unexpected happened there… there was a noise of a child drowning."

He saw Meredith. She looks back at him with a decent eye.

"Themis was already dead then, why don't you think about it this way? Turn a little corner from the crime scene and you'll see how it looks across the building. The killer must have picked the place because of that... but the person must have noticed the noise quite a bit. If a person dives, they realize that the light sphere is not a magical light. If it doesn't have to be, if it gets noisy, someone might realize there's no Temis. The killer hurried, wearing Themis' robe, and returned to his place. And then he made sure that the place he was diving wasn't in charge of Temis, and he pretended to be Temis and asked me to say hello. It turned the crisis into a brilliant opportunity."

"No, wait."

Kum raised his hand and blocked the conversation. The same attention goes out to you.

"I'm glad it was General Ars, but you raised your arm, didn't you? If you were a magician, you would have realized that the tattoo didn't belong to Themis. You crossed such a dangerous bridge?

"That's why I raised Themis' arm. It must have been dismantled, right? I couldn't hide it under my robe except my arm. That's why I only brought my arm."

Almost everyone was out of line with Ars' words.

The audacity and sensible assault of the killer shook the scene.

Meredith rounded her green eyes and brought an unspoken breath from her slightly open lips.

"When the killer then returned to the scene, other parts were dismantled so that they wouldn't be noticed that they had cut off their arms. And when they found him, he greased the body and burned it so that it wouldn't squeeze the killing time out of blood, or be able to tell the poison."

Ars continues with his cold eyes somewhere dropping his gaze on the floor.

"Think of it this way, the killer squeezes completely differently. The person is close to Themis, a person who tended to be absent until the light of Themis disappeared, and after the light has disappeared he has probably clarified his location. I'm guessed to be such a person. That's all I've been investigating and thinking."

Ars looked back and returned to his seat as he thanked him towards Oscar.

Later, each one looks around to explore other human beings, the silence of the Doubt Dark remains. Turning off the air, Oscar opened his mouth.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now, gentlemen, do you have any idea?

Awkward tension fills the room. Everyone seems to speak of their innocence or the suspicions of others, and cannot do so.

In the meantime, Oscar was watching someone as if he already knew the answer. The person looks strangely calm and just looking at a spot on the floor, not surprisingly, from the middle of Ars' story.

How to cut in, when Oscar conceived, his guardian's thin voice echoed from behind.

"You're a spiritualist, aren't you? You're the one who gave Temis the tattoo, right?

That's what Tinasha told me, and it was Fura, Temis' lover, who gave her face.

Before Fura said anything to Tinasha's words, the surroundings became noisy.

It is mainly the magicians who reveal their amazing colors, and Ars and Meredith also look back at Tinasha with surprised faces.

Kum asked Tinasha on behalf of him in that.

"How do you know?

"Why... because so am I. You can tell if you are a spiritual magician, even if you are ex. And the tattoo of Temis was something of a difficulty for people who didn't specialize in spiritual magic. I was wondering if there was a spiritualist in the castle I'd never met, but apparently not."

So once the words were cut, Tinasha stared sadly at Fura somewhere. Ask her in a quiet voice.

"Was he the one you gave that purity and strength to? Do you regret it?

Fura looked straight back at Tinasha's dark eyes. There is the power of empty will there.

Eventually she smiled and opened her mouth.

"Out of the woods... I never thought I'd come all this way to an exotic country, and meet a spiritualist in the royal palace. This is a miscalculation. You look like a pretty powerful spiritualist. Forgive me if I am to be called into doubt."

In her eyes there was a tranquillity like the waters that were sweeping. A clear view of giving up, similar to an old man who ends his life and goes to death, covers his whole body.

"I'm not going to tell you much. I'm not even going to justify it. I just... couldn't stand his eyes looking down at me no longer able to use magic. I couldn't accept his superiority, and every time I looked at his body, of my put on guardianship...... it seemed to look at my shallowness, which I hated. I killed him for my sake. That's all."

The voice was her own words, which required neither understanding nor sympathy.

"In the end, you mutilated the body after the child's noise."

To the office where Oscar was located, Kum and Ars, Meredith and Tinasha were gathered to talk.

The interview with Fura is overtaken, and she is incarcerated beyond her grasp.

Meredith confirmed the contents of the interview in writing as she grabbed the cup of tea. Tinasha stands by the table with the basin on it and answers as she adds hot water to the tea vessel.

"Magic like a tattoo is not limited to spiritual magic, but at least retains its potency as long as the operator lives. Even in her case. So the tattoo continued to function even when she lost her power as a spiritual magician. Even if the original power disappeared, he was the person who applied it, so he was able to transform some of the tattoos into his body."

"Why don't you notice the woman's arm?"

Ars held his head when Meredith followed him. That's what Kum can do.

"Oh, if something with such an intense impression comes into your eyes, that's the only thing people can surprisingly think of. Not to mention far-sighted."

"Well, you won't be able to chop off your arm after you realize the noise. I can't make it. So the only thing that the woman had prepared in advance was to prepare for incineration to erase the tattoo and not know."

Oscar untied the legs he was putting together and received confectionery from Tinasha. Ars has an even bigger head.

Meredith asked ignoring such childhood tampering.

"Then why did you dismantle the body? Wouldn't it have been better to keep it that way?"

It was Tinasha who answered it.

"Looks like it was a bet on whether she could get a replacement or not. You can't retrieve the spheres that sank in the wax, and you've thought about the possibility that someone might find out. It's possible for everyone if their arms had been cut off at that time when they suspected that wasn't Themis. But if it's not disconnected, transfer the tattoo. Write new. Only a spiritualist can do that. She was proud of herself, who was a spiritual magician, and wanted to avoid being suspicious towards her countrymen in case. Well, this time it was a disaster and they noticed a replacement."

"You're scratching it brilliantly."

Ars can't give a face to Meredith's cold words.

"Well don't be so hard. Thanks to Ars, I was able to row to a solution. Thanks for the quick fix."

Ars bowed his head deeply once again to Oscar's words. To the revealed truth, but Kum looks bitter and shakes his head.

"But Themis has been talking to me about her plans to marry me. Was he really looking at her like that?"

"No one knows if it's true or if it's that woman's delusion anymore."

Oscar signed one of the widened writings when he concluded so. Kum wraps them up and takes them.

When Tinasha looked out the window, the day was already leaning.

At the end of the conversation, Kum, Ars and Meredith left the office to get back to work.

Meredith seemed suspicious that Tinasha would stay, but she didn't say anything when she put it out in her mouth. The witch of the day is silently cleaning up the cup after the other humans are gone.

"I wonder why I'm doing something like a woman."

'Cause your tea is delicious.'

In reply to Oscar, she placed a basin with tea on the wall table with an uninterrupted face.

"What happens to her when she gets caught?

"It's up to my father to decide... But there won't be any executions any time soon. The magicians seem to have a lot to ask."

Tinasha hears it and drops her eyes in her own hands like she sees something painful.

"Spiritualists rarely come out of big cities."

"Are you all right? Let me see your hands."

"I'll relax. And while I didn't mean to, it looks like everyone recognized me as your favorite. You're not going to do anything obvious."

The witch loosened the hair she had tied behind her, looking disgusted. I was in the way of making tea, so I put it together.

"Good for you."

"Not good!

To her response, Oscar puts his hand on another document with his throat ringing and laughing. I just hit the tip of the pen in the ink and he looked up remembering something.

"Speaking of which, you, too, are spiritualists, and when you're no longer pure, you lose the power of a witch?

Tinasha smiled, oh, as she wiped the table.

"That's true, but it's a theory. In fact, having sexual intercourse makes it easier for the soul to mingle, so it only takes a few times more magic than before to perform spiritual magic. But then, in fact, most surgeons won't be able to use spiritual magic, will they? Except for the simple one...... Didn't she herself concoct the Limas used to kill her? Because the procedure itself is simple."

When she cuts the words there, she folds the cloth she's finished wiping the table and goes down to the tea basin to put it away. When I got handy, I came back to the front of the desk and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't have much trouble with the original magic, do I? Spirit magic isn't the only way to use it. That sounds like a tough time to use a pretty big technique."

"Well, that's good"

Getting there, Tinasha was finally happy to realize Oscar's intentions. I rush around the desk and cram into him.

"No, lie now. Trouble. Pretty trouble. You won't be able to use magic anymore."

He laughs teasingly, not even carelessly at Tinasha's sword curtain.

"That's what happened when it happened, okay? I'll take responsibility and protect you."

"Not good!!

The door in the office was slammed hard when Tinasha was rubbing both of Oscar's shoulders back and forth with blood on his head, at that time.

"What's up?"

The soldier, who had rushed in in in response to Oscar's voice, said out of breath.

"A woman who was imprisoned for the murder of a magician committed suicide!

The news led Oscar to hear Tinasha's breathtaking sound right in his ear.

Kum and Ars had already arrived in the small room, which was appreciated by Fula.

In the center of the room, a woman falling in a lie remains intact. She was holding a vial in her right hand and there was a slight splash of blood around her.

"Looks like he took the same Limas that were used to kill him. There was no diarrhea, but there was blood coming out of his eyes and nose."

"You didn't check your belongings?

"I looked it up, but I couldn't discover it then..."

Tinasha peered into the vial Fula was squeezing while the soldier on the lookout she discovered described the situation. Stretch out your white fingers and take the Shizuku that is stuck in the mouth of the bottle.

All the others were gathered around Oscar, and there was nothing to blame for her actions. When Tinasha chants the spell small in her mouth, she begins pouring its composition toward the poison on her finger.

She was already standing outside the room, leaving the spot as if nothing had happened, when everyone who was given instructions began to move in a variance.

As soon as Oscar leaves the room, he realizes her to whom he invites him and walks over to it, turning back in response to a woman of low height. The witch stretched her back gently and slapped her ear in the long Oscar.

"You should let me check the perimeter of the Fura again. She has a collaborator or a mastermind."

When Oscar nods with a serious face, he returns to the entrance to the room to give orders to the remaining soldiers.

Once again alone, the witch took a deep sigh and left the scene.

Another investigation reported that there had been men in and out around Fula who had not seen them for about a month. Plus the day Fura was caught and killed herself, a magician with a face she still wouldn't see was walking in the castle.

When I accompanied those testimonies, I settled on the conclusion that apparently the man was not the same person, but I could not grasp at all the foothold of that person at heart. Oscar feels ill in a disturbing incident.

Fula's remains appear to have been taken by Tinasha and buried in some distant forest.

What Tinasha saw in the lonely magician who gave up her powers for the man and killed the man for her own possession - she ended up saying nothing.