Unnamed Memory

On a beautiful summer day afternoon, one girl was floating above the spire of Castle Farsas.

To be precise, she is not a girl. It is Tinasha, one of the "Blue Moon Witches" who stands for the "Age of Witches" that lasts more than three hundred years.

Some theories are uncertain because those two names appeared only on a moonlit night, when she had not yet lived in the tower.

Tinasha was holding back her wind-disturbed hair and getting reports from the returning user demon.

Although the investigation has continued unabated since she became a witch, there has never been a fragrant report back. In a long time, she was no longer sure whether she wanted the report she sought or not.

The witch narrows her eyes to the strong sun and looks beyond the horizon. I felt her tower look small far away.

"Please again"

When I stroke his neck, the user demon, who looked like a gray cat, honks his throat in comfort.

Maybe I'm already wasting a lot more time. I'm sure you will. The witch also smiles darkly at the colour of her mockery.

But still, she releases demons to the world.

Looking for a man who would be dead.

In a training ground full of enthusiasm, Ars had an archery on the young soldiers.

Whether you're losing your mind a week after the festivities or because of the heat, everyone doesn't have a tightness right now. Once he was unsure whether he should be allowed to take a break or preach, Ars noticed someone walking from the side of the castle.

Knowing who the approaching person is, he gets the impression.

"Miss Tinasha, your highness's use or something?

"Why me?"

She put her long hair together and wore an easy-to-move light top and bottom made of cotton, unlike usual. The bottom is unusually white from the uneven knee, and Ars worries that the tanning will be okay.

"There was a bit of depression in my everyday life...... I want to move my body, so if you don't mind, I need an audition."

Ars laughed ridiculously at her as she stretched her hands together.

"Your Highness bullied me again."

"Who does he look like?"

Abominable, she makes her head shake with gestures like that.

It had already become famous among some humans that she was an Oscar favorite and teased every time.

Some were smiling and some looked at the condition with pity, but Kum and others seem concerned that the Oscars would let them lose their power even though a spiritualist had entered the corner castle.

Ars laughed bitterly when he found the soldiers around him distracted by her stand-up, which he idle.

"I was just going to take a break, so I'll take an audition."

"Thank you."

When he gave the soldiers a break, half of the soldiers returned to the stuffing station but the other half remained in sight. Tinasha borrows a practice sword from one of them.

Ars took a sword in his hand that his practice blade was crushing himself, reassured that childhood tampering, who didn't think much of her, was off duty.

"Is this your first sword?

"I used to do it a little bit"

"That's unexpected"

When Ars laid down his sword, he slowly began to strike down towards Tinasha, also with a preparatory movement. She takes it as one, two. The smooth, conspicuous movement belongs to a fairly skilled human being. Gradually I try to speed up the sword and it follows me without difficulty.

- - This could be better than Meredith.

The grumpy face of childhood taming occurred to me, and Ars accidentally got cold in his spine. For its character or against Meredith, who tries to meet head-on, Tinasha does not take the opponent's sword from the front, taking into account the weight difference, the difference in force, and is only slightly out of direction to deflect it. While doing so, she is aiming for moments when her opponent's posture is shifting without gaps.

If this were in action, Tinasha would probably poke a sword in his nose with a quick move at the same time as he saw the desk. Of course he's not willing to lose in action either, but he must be far more stubborn than dealing with the other soldiers. Or maybe the other generals, who don't show up much in the jar, would have defeated her.

Ars feels horrible about nature and floating imaginations.

While I was putting my thoughts around that, the speed of the sword increased. The soldiers, who were gathered in half of their interest, are stunned by the arms of young magicians.

- Do you want to give it a try...

Ars accidentally increased his power to put him on the sword.

His sword is struck down by Tinasha with such force that if he were properly received, his hands would be paralyzed and his sword would be removed.

But as she put her right half forward and obliquely obliqued her body and sword, she tried to slip it over the blade and twisted it to her left.

As she leans, she steps further and slaps her left elbow, which does not have a sword, into Ars' wrist.

No power, but his aim at the exact joint on speed made him almost remove his sword unexpectedly. Tinasha's sword sticks out at her throat while rushing back to grasp the pattern.

With the cutting-edge pointing at him now, reflexively Ars was tapping the flat of her sword outward with the left hand of the sky.

She was deflected from the pounding with her weight on, but instead of retaining her momentum, she leaps forward to the right as she flexes her torso, avoiding the next blow of Ars flaunting her side.

Tinasha jumps one step further outward and takes the distance.

"That was dangerous."

and laughed like a prank. Ars just shakes his head in surprise.

"It's not my arm that I was doing a little... Don't be a magician. Come here. I think you can do enough."

That's what he says. He lowers his sword.

She said she used to do it a little bit, but probably didn't just learn it as an archaic matter. You must have stood in action with a sword. Her movements did make her feel that the experience she had accumulated was behind it.

"Thank you"

Tinasha grins.

Feeling something bottomless in that smile, Ars laughed bitterly.

"With the magical giant Trudar, who perished overnight four hundred years ago, some of the magic has been extinct in its methods, but what is common to the majority of the magic now confirmed is that the surgeon's strong perception of the individual is the starting point. Being aware of yourself like a glass bottle with liquid interferes with the phenomenon through its composition while relative to the world as an individual, that is the magical first step"

About twenty magicians were gathered for the morning's lecture on magic overview.

As Tinasha listens to the lecture with interest in the back row, the back door opens and the carve comes in. When he noticed Tinasha, he greeted him with his hands up and sat next to him.

"Interesting?"

Fine.

She answers in a whisper as she twirls the writing instrument between her fingers.

I can't remember if I don't go back to before I became a witch, such as learning magic from someone for Tinasha. That's why it was quite fresh just to hear the theory here.

She turned forward and listened to the continuation, but inadvertently she could hear noisy footsteps up there.

The lecture room is blown out and you can look down the hallway upstairs to see what's going on indoors. Someone is walking down the hallway in a commotion.

There are no humans in the usual castle walking in such a noise. Is it something urgent, and as she looks at it, it was a fat, magnificent man who came. He's whispering something to the civilians walking behind him. The instructor also stopped the valve once to the noise, and everyone looked up.

But the man doesn't realize that, and walks away without giving me a glimpse into the lecture room downstairs.

"What is it, that"

When Carve tried to answer Tinasha's whining, the lecture resumed and the two refocused on you.

And it was not until three days later that she knew the answer.

That night Tinasha was visiting Oscar's private room through the window. As soon as he came back to his room, he was knocked on the window. Oscar unlocks in awe.

"You, come through the door"

"I don't like it because it's so loud when someone sees me"

It feels like it's happening now.

Tinasha came into the room when she looked disgusted.

"You were pretty late today."

"'Cause the one with more work was coming... Oh, it's what they asked for."

When Oscar returned to the table, he offered Tinasha a bunch of documents he had placed on top of it. Those are the things she had hoped to view, details of the research that was being done by Temis, who was murdered the other day. Everything from published to highly confidential unpublished information was in a large number of documents.

"Thank you"

When Tinasha gratefully receives a bunch of paper, she starts turning flat.

"They can't find the suspicious man in the example at all. I didn't know they had broken into the castle."

"You can assume that the person inserted the poison into Fura. Shall we also put a line on the castle?

She answered without taking her eyes off the paperwork.

Oscar puts his mouth on when he pours water into a ceramic cup from the water drain placed next to his bedroom. But I immediately let go of my mouth and looked at it suspiciously.

"What is this, weirdly sweet?"

"Huh."

Tinasha glanced into the glass of water with her as she returned the documents to the table, going as far as Oscar.

"Is it sugar water?

"That can't be..."

Putting aside a beat of disgust, Tinasha looks up at the contractor with a pulled face.

"Did you drink?

"... a sip. But the anomaly..."

That's it, when he suddenly cut the words, he stared seriously at Tinasha. Tinasha steps back frightened by the gaze that gazes at her whole body.

"Hey, what? what is it"

"No..."

Oscar held his mouth and, thinking a little, pointed at the top of the table.

"You can have that one. You can go home today."

"Huh."

That's how he turned sideways. To that attitude, which is clearly unnatural, she rather stuffs.

"Why? It's a little crazy. Turn around and tell me why."

As the witch floated, she grabbed Oscar's shoulder and snapped.

"What did you drink? Spit out."

"Just go home."

"I'll strangle you, won't I?

The witch turns his face toward herself with both hands, with her side facing.

A moment of silence.

Tinasha remembered the illusion of her own face peeking into his blue eyes.

Oscar mouths her lips as she gently hugs her body staring into her eyes to make sure of it unconsciously.

The moment the words disappeared, the witch blinked loosely as she let go of her face flat.

"What, a joke?

When Oscar releases her hand, her body goes all the way down to the floor. Oscar glanced at his face as he slapped the head gently.

"Something was served. Maybe it's like ecstasy."

Tinasha suddenly lost her words, but when she returned to me, she bared her voice.

"It's not me!

"Then it would be interesting with unexpected developments. That's too bad."

"Not funny at all!

Tinasha quickly devised measures as she looked at the Oscar sitting on the sleeping table.

If it's just an ecstasy, you can go home as he says, but in case it was a magic drug that also had a different effect, not dealing with it here might have fatal consequences later.

I just have to analyze the composition for now, when I thought about it Tinasha was accidentally grabbed by her arm and pulled down to the bedroom.

"Hey, calm down."

"So I told you to go home."

Oscar is not in the usual teasing condition, and he looks up to the pain.

For the first time I saw his expression, Tinasha felt a cold sweat. She twisted her body trying to escape from under the man laying herself together, but there's nothing she can do about it because of the difference in physique.

Oscar mouthed to her right ear as he looked at her with a serious face, thinking seriously about such a rambling thing, whether to blow it up once and let her pass out.

"I just realized..."

"What is it"

Witches look back at Oscar with white eyes.

"Nothing. You don't have to be patient here. I don't have much of an obstacle."

"I do! It's on me! I'll blow you to the ceiling!

He didn't answer that. A neat face approaches.

Tinasha sighed small and closed her eyes, letting her forehead touch Oscar's forehead, which came right beside her.

Pours magic from the areas touched. In his closed eyes, the magical technique that was invading him emerged as a tattoo.

Three circle rings. Powerful, but simple configuration.

The moment she was conscious with all her strength, they were shattered and scattered without trace.

When released from under the man's body, Tinasha took the watermark in question.

"That's why you said guardianship is not poisonous! Be careful. From now on, I'll put my mouth to it first."

"I won't stop you if the ecstasy works for you."

"Magic pills don't work on me!

When the witch raises her blood pressure and gets angry, she calms down a little and tilts her neck.

"And I have no idea what the intent is... It was really just an ecstasy."

"I have one thing in mind. I don't have any proof."

Unusual for him, Oscar also had his disgusting expression sitting on his sleeping table with his feet in the dew.

"Shall we grab the evidence then?"

When Tinasha chants the spell briefly in her mouth, she pours the composition into the ecstasy that lingers in the water. In response to that configuration, a 3D, depicted in a bluntly filamentous one, emerged in the air.

It's made up of three rings, and Tinasha adds a little more chant.

"Do what?

"We'll find the maker of this."

"Can you do that"

"You don't think you can. The humans who have planted this. It was interrupted quite a while ago, so I'm probably the only one in the world who can do this now."

Whenever Tinasha added a little chant, the 3D turned as she changed shape slightly.

"I don't know if you're an unknown sorcerer to me, but if you're among the people you know, you know who made it. Look... what..."

Tinasha, who understood the answer, looked at the 3D turning even more flashly.

The next day, Oscar was organizing documents in the office. I gratefully accept that Tinasha brought me tea to brew.

And then there was the sound of the entrance door being knocked. The man who was calling came.

"Get in."

It was Carv, who specializes in magic drugs, who came in extraordinarily after that word.

"Thank you for calling."

To the head bowing carve, Oscar offers water in a glass of vitreous.

"You remember this, don't you? Don't drink."

Carve walked out and received it, taking a serious look and smelling it. From a decent face, Tinasha looks interesting as she makes a noise and draws her blood away.

"Why did His Highness take this..."

"Looks like someone was in the water in my room."

"Huh...... Huh!?

Oscar was faceless to see the alternate Oscar and Tinasha replaced by a moving magician, Tinasha frowned and nodded.

When Carv realizes what it means, he bows his head hard toward Tinasha.

"Sorry!! I didn't expect you to be used for that! How can I apologize to Tinasha..."

"No, you don't have to apologize that much."

"But this is the most powerful one! The minute you drink it, reason shouldn't leave any dust."

Tinasha clapped to Oscar as she rounded her eyes at the words of Carve, who looked bright blue.

"Wow! Ray!

"Praise me more."

Oscar turns to Carve, even as he adores the look of an innocently clapping witch.

"So, who asked you to make it?

The magician squeezed out his bitter voice as he toured just a little bit.

"I'm the Duke of Pasvar. Your Highness's uncle..."

Oscar had a headache in his answer as he had expected.

The current king, Kevin, is the eldest son of three brothers. He had one brother and one sister at a time, but both were already in the other world.

My younger brother, who was prime minister, died ill last month, and my younger sister, who was originally weak, has died a few years after being married. She lost her own child in a series of disappearances that once shook Falsus, and was suddenly debilitated by that effort.

Her husband, the Duke of Pasvar, was a famous monument, and after his wife's death he had built a hall in the land of Koras, far from the castle capital, with his property. He said he was living a self-depraved life, but since the other day's festival, he has returned to his mansion in the castle for some reason. Everyone treated him politely as one of his relatives on the surface, even as he slapped his pussy on his face, coming not even to be called, to whisper to the heavy ministers, saying disgust to Oscar and increasing his work.

When Pasvar returned to the mansion that night, he had received reports from his men in the bedroom with a liquor bottle in one hand.

"Don't you know if the example medicine worked?

"The planting is perfect, but how many minutes does it take to get there..."

"Well, we'll wait for the results slowly."

As he lowers his men, he pours dark amber liquor into the silver cup. I shrugged with fun with my head already turned drunk.

"I didn't know that busty kid had a spiritualist beside him. I could ruin myself and look blue by now. If that story is true and a woman dies, it's even better."

"What kind of story is that?

Pasvar looked back slightly to the voice of the woman who was suddenly hung from behind. Outside the large window, a blue moon rises in the darkness.

Under that cold light, one girl stood inside the room at some point. She has a terrible grin on her beauty, which is too white to even look like a doll.

"I'd like to hear it from you, too."

Pasvar found his voice nodding to instinctive fear.

"Who are you! Where did you come from?

When the girl floats, she slips through the air and approaches him to the front of his eyes.

Long dark hair swayed as if there was life. Deep dark eyes peek into Pasvar and petal-like lips smile.

"I'll see you first. My name is Tinasha the Witch. People call me The Witch of the Blue Moon...... Oh, your nephew used to piss me off not to come in through the window. Excuse me."

The man lost his hips and sank into the couch. My tongue doesn't turn well to fear. I opened my mouth and groaned as I gasped.

"Ma, witch...?

"I'm sorry you're not a normal spiritualist."

To that word, Pasvar finally found out that the spiritualist in the matter he was trying to put on was her, and not actually just a magician or anything cute.

"Why would a witch..."

"What's that story?

Tinasha asked kindly at first glance, but everyone living on the continent knows that the fear of witches is incalculable in appearance.

Pasvar answered with constant breath.

"He has a witch curse hanging on him... The woman associated with him will eventually die..."

"If I was dead just because I had something to do with it, I think there'd be a dead man out there."

A young man's shuddering voice echoes into the room.

When Pasvar looked back, at some point his stepnephew stood at the wall.

"Oh, when did you!

Oscar holds his arms together and leans against the wall, ignoring Pasvar and calling out to the witch.

"Look, you'd be surprised if you walked in the window."

"Isn't that convenient?"

Tinasha picked up a report from his men thrown to the floor.

There were investigations into the personnel, home affairs and diplomacy of the Falsas written there, but I don't see anything in particular that is kept secret.

"So, uncle. Who was that story from?

"You, the pills didn't work!?

"You say it worked or it didn't... Honestly, I think I might have done something a little bit of a shame."

"Did you get blown away and missed?

The witch cut back cold on Oscar's bullshit. As she approaches the man who nods to the couch as she floats, she crawls those white fingers to the neck muscles of Pasvar.

"Who did you ask? If you tell me, I'll go home."

Pasvar shouted desperately as he shook off that hand.

"I don't know! I haven't even heard your name! Some kind of magician!

When they saw the man who had gotten smaller with his head, they looked at each other.

"You think that's an example?

"It's likely..."

As she slips through the air over Pasvar's head, the witch descends without sound beside Oscar.

"Thank you. You tend to get ahead of yourself."

"I'm not sure what you want."

He combed the witch's hair with his opposite hand as he contemplated his left hand over his chin. The witch narrows her eyes like a cat to be stroked. The man watching hidden behind his back screamed if he had abandoned himself.

"The fact that the witch is coming must be true about the curse! That feels good! You and your father's blood are over here! Die quickly!"

Tinasha braids the composition with her chilled eyes raised her arms. But Oscar controlled it by hand.

"But there's nothing for you to worry about on your uncle. I hope you feel safe returning to the Corras Hall."

When he said so, he began to walk towards the terrace where he came in. There is even more cursing on its back.

"If you die, this country will be mine! You've never been a fool!

Oscar doesn't look back, however, as if he didn't hear it at all. The witch who remained on the spot looked down with contempt at Pasvar, who began to laugh as high as she felt touched. She walks by the man and whispers all the time.

"That guy's blood never stops. What do you think I'm doing here?"

Pasvar looks up at the witch with a dismayed look when she stops laughing high. She smiled lusciously in the light of the moon.

"That man's blood never stops. And... 'You'll never be able to enter this city again'... never '

The man sank snugly into the chair, as if the thread had broken this time. He doesn't even have the strength to raise his face, he's just shaking small.

Tinasha looked at it with an icy gaze and went back to the Oscar waiting on the terrace.

"What have you done?

"Curse is a curse."

The witch smiled with her eyes closed.

He was a confident smile of those who had the power to dictate the fate of men.

Tinasha took a deep sigh as she magically traveled over the dark night. On the side, Oscar overlooks the city admiring a rare view.

"You're an amazing relative"

"Fortunately there's no blood connection."

He grinned bitterly while wearing his arms. Witches look up at his blue eyes like that.

"I feel a little sympathy for you... I'll definitely do something about the curse."

I begin to see the light of the castle under my eyes.

Unlike when he was in the mansion earlier, Oscar stroked the head of a witch looking up at herself with clear eyes like a girl.

"What, are you willing to marry me?

"It's another way!

Oscar laughs out loud at the witch's reaction as usual. The remnants of the mood that precipitated earlier were nowhere left at the earliest.

Early the next morning, Pasvar apparently left the castle capital to flee, taking nothing to take.

And he pulled into his own hall in Coras, and never tried to get out of there for the rest of his life.