Unnamed Memory

Summer blue skies were still spreading above the training ground today.

Tinasha is cooling in the shade with her sword in one hand. Ars came and sat right next to it.

"You've improved a lot. Or is the reckoning back?"

"Is that true? Thank you."

Since his first pairing up with him, Tinasha had just begun to show her face on the training ground for an archery. Ars designates a time without Meredith as when her own hands are free, but Ars doesn't know if they realize it.

Bad for childhood, but when Tinasha comes, so does the soldier's morale. Ars was welcoming this magician girl.

"How long is it going to take you and that guy to get to each other?

"That man, Your Highness? I don't think that's possible as long as I'm auditioned."

Ars wet his sweat with the cloth he had in his hand.

"I've never beaten His Highness."

"Really?"

Tinasha looked up at Ars with dark eyes. Under the light of day its eyes glow like black crystals. Ars replied as he retied the shoelaces.

"True, true. I was pretty depressed when we first met. 'Cause he insulted the prince that it wouldn't be a big deal."

Are you that strong?

To the sky she exhales. The sky was windy or the clouds flowing at a fast rate.

"Mostly, I've been in the castle quietly lately, but Lazar and I went out everywhere just a little while ago... That was left out because there was no danger either, but I just thought it would suck when I heard you went to the witch tower... I usually came back and stunned."

"I hear he was lightly destroying the Tower's Guardian Warcraft."

"Really human or that guy"

The two sighed in unison. The wind shaking the shade feels good. Ars combed his own red forehead into an undisturbed position.

"By and large, why don't we just use magic? You can't use it if it's a melee?

"That would put a barrier up, or let the opposite hand pass by magic. He's wearing a sword, isn't he, Acacia?"

"Uh... you did"

Ars thought of the King of Absolute Magic Resistance sword, the national treasure of Falsus, in his brain. Oscar is wearing a sword that has been the natural enemy of a magician for about two years.

"I knew you couldn't do it."

"I can't. No, no, no."

Tinasha shook with a small head to his refreshing conclusion. Ars looks sorry to see how it goes.

"Isn't it still possible that His Royal Highness would have auditioned you?

"Hmmm...... I don't really want to show that guy in my hand. I don't know how to fall."

"Hmmm... Hmmm..."

Falsus' first general leans his neck and thinks.

"Well, you can't."

"Wow."

Tinasha held her head and wondered if she was smothered, she pulled herself together.

Tinasha, who was walking down the crossing after the audition, stopped on her feet when she realized the voice calling her to stop herself. A voice that no one else can hear. As the witch leaves, she walks under the big tree in the garden.

"Master, you look well, more importantly. Looks like you've been blessed with a good contractor."

"Really?

Sitting on a tree branch was Litra, Tinasha's user demon. Litra praises when she jumps without sound.

"You look a lot more excited than before."

"It's fun to say... Well, not bad."

The witch grinned bitterly as she shrugged her shoulders. An unwavering watery look. There's a face there as a witch that's not what I usually show Oscar or Ars.

"May I marry you as you are? It won't change a year or a hundred years."

"Change. Change. Besides, I'm not willing to have a partner."

To the clear master's words, Litra bowed her head with a slightly mortal trick.

"I mentioned that I was out too much. Forgive me, but I'm here to report that we have completed our investigation of your order today."

"Oh, talk to me"

Tinasha listened silently to the use demon's report, but when she had heard it all, she tongued abominably.

Oscar, who was playing old pawn with Lazar in the clerk's office during the break, was surprised to look back at Tinasha, who had finally arrived.

What she wears is not a regular magician's robe, dress, or lightweight outfit. He still weaves a cloak with a tattoo on his magic cloth, which often reveals the curvature of his body made of a black cloth with a tattoo, and has a crystalline armor on his usually uneven white hands. There was a strange sense of intimidation and luster in the magic clothing of making that I would not see in Falsus.

Not only that. She has her skinny sword around her waist, and several other weapons and thoughts are equipped with belts on her feet and hips.

"What's wrong with that outfit?"

"I'm going out for a couple of days"

Tinasha tried to leave the room saying that in an unspoken manner. Oscar barely grabs the wrist.

"Wait, wait. Where are you going?"

"Isn't it nice to go anywhere? I'll be right back."

"I'm not dressed to go play. You've largely removed all the decorations."

Oscar pulled his wrist to attract Tinasha's luxurious body. Lazar rushes to close the door and block the exit.

"At least tell me where you're going properly. I'm the contractor. I don't want to be left alone."

The witch glanced at Oscar for the words. Lazar is grated by how she looks completely different than usual.

Tinasha opened her mouth reluctantly when she saw Oscar, who was never even frightened by the dark eyes she shot.

It's Druza's magic lake.

"Druza's?

Oscar listens back and understands what it means and changes his expression.

"Is that why you let the magician die?"

"Uh, what do you mean"

Lazar, unable to keep up with one, looked around at the two. I'll explain to my clumsy squire that Oscar grabbed the witch's wrist.

"That murdered man used to go to Magic Lake in Druza every month to investigate. I don't want you to do that. Did someone put your lover to death? He sent Pasvar to the castle capital to disrupt his internal affairs and buy him time."

Tinasha affirmed Oscar's reasoning.

"They're generating a high wave of magic in Druza's magic lake. I'm going to find out who's trying to do what, and that."

With his eyes, Oscar shook his head at her demanding to let go.

"Wait an hour. I'm coming too."

The witch turned her eyes round, forgetting her grumpy for a moment. but it soon becomes a frustrating colorful face.

"It's an extra thing. Or don't let the prince leave."

"What if you go alone? That's not from any country in mediation, but factual control is Falsus. When something happens, you're the only one investigating it, and I'm the one who moves national politics."

To be honest, Tinasha eased her insurance just a little and looked up at her contractor.

"If I take one of you, it's going to be more problematic."

"Collect what stands in your arms. Fifteen men would be enough for an investigative team."

"I have no duty to protect anyone but you."

"I understand"

Oscar ran out of words.

I can see something swinging for a moment in the dark eyes of a witch looking up at him.

It looked like a remnant of sentiment, but soon disappeared. She sighs like she gave up.

"An hour, I won't wait any longer"

"Enough."

When Oscar finally let go of her hand, he left the room to support her.

Exactly an hour later, fifteen people, including Oscar and Tinasha, were gathered in front of a transfer that jumped into a fort north of the border.

Four magicians in nine soldiers. Some of them look like Meredith. Ars volunteered, but everyone stopped Oscar from having trouble getting away from Ars to open the castle. Kum was to stay in the castle for the same reason.

Tinasha, standing in the corner with a grumpy face, was greeted by one of the magicians of the investigation team while she waited.

"My name is Sylvia. This is the first time you've talked to me, isn't it? Greetings."

Around twenty, a golden-haired woman with lingering cuteness. In its warm atmosphere, Tinasha breaks her face naturally.

"Nice to meet you"

"Is that pet, possibly a dragon?

Silvia pointed horribly at a red dragon the size of an eagle, on Tinasha's shoulder. The dragon at the time is completely unintentionally absent.

"Oh, be careful, I'm not too used to people"

Tinasha smiled apologetically, but Silvia stared seriously at the dragon with no wind she cared about, amazing, etc.

"Tinasha!"

The witch, called by Oscar, rushes to him when she says no to Sylvia. Oscar looked at the dragon and whispered in a whisper.

What the hell is that?

"If you're alone, I've been calling you to ride this girl."

"Doesn't look like the size people can ride."

When Oscar breaks up the conversation there, he tells those gathered.

"We're going to investigate Druza's magic lake. Be careful because you don't know what it is. And don't disobey his orders."

Saying so, he tapped Tinasha's head lightly over the dragon. The dragon looks up at it strangely. Tinasha whispered back.

"Can I say that?

'Cause I can't tell you the details.

Tinasha saw the nervous faceted Sylvia and then shifted her gaze to the grumpy Meredith, the worried Ars, Kum and Lazar.

The last time I look up at Oscar, he smiles just a little.

She slowly closed her eyes, breathing deeply. The scene that once exited this castle in the same way revives.

- - No one is alive anymore then...

When she opened both eyes, she smiled beautifully enough for a moment but everyone to fall in love.

There is a merciful light in its eyes that loves the beauty of men.

Oscar, who saw it on the side, stunned unexpectedly, but she didn't realize it.

"Let's go"

At the same time as Tinasha's words, the metastatic magic formation began to activate.

When they were transferred to the Inulaid fortress north of the border, they rushed there to rent a horse and cross the border towards the magical lake of Druza.

The effects of the war seventy years ago, or still a gray mist all year round. They proceeded without hesitation, though they could not see much further.

"How do you know the direction?

To Oscar's question, Tinasha, who runs the lead, looks back and laughs.

"I'm losing my magic. A magician would understand."

The magician following him nodded again, too. Oscar tilts his neck wondering if it's like that.

Eventually, when I ran for less than an hour, the view began to change slightly in the fog.

By the way, the growing trees are slightly distorted. The landscape of leafless twisted trees and rolling rocks was reminiscent of the post-mortem world spoken of by some humans.

Some of them seem frightened by the desolate landscape, which interrupts the conversation as it should be. And that seemed to be the case with sensitive horses, who happened to slow down running. Eventually all horses will stop pushing or pulling forward. When I had no choice but to connect my horse to the trees around it, the line began to go on foot.

"How much longer?

"We're almost there. Ahhh..."

Tinasha stopped her legs as she looked back. The people who are following me all look blue because of the difference in degree.

"I'm sorry. I forgot. We'll tie the line."

She chants lightly. and the air around me turned into something clear. Easier breathing makes them look relieved.

"What's wrong with you?

"I was distracted. Normal people can't breathe."

"You're the reason I'm okay."

"Your Answer"

The witch grinned. Behind that, a man named Doan's magician groans.

"Temis' investigation did not record any outbreaks of temper..."

"Something must be going on"

When Oscar checked on everyone, he started walking again.

It was only a short time after that that that they arrived at Magic Lake.

There was no water, no grass. As always, the fog can get around you, and you can't see the other side very well. The fractured earth was dry to the caracallas, but from time to time, as if there were waves, some clear ripple went through a little above the ground.

"You're new here... do you usually have this wave?

"Somewhat."

Tinasha replied briefly, chanting a little longer than earlier. A large circular pattern spreads across the ground.

At the end of the chant, dozens of red threads emerged from its outer periphery, intertwined on a tattoo and encircling together in a hemispheral fashion.

"Don't leave here for a second. Wait. I'll see."

Witches are so good. Leaving them, they floated in the air without looking behind them. Disappears across the fog in an instant.

Doan dropped that off and groaned in a blatant manner.

"Who is she..."

I don't know.

Oscar looks back when he smiles bitterly. And at that time, the panicked voice of one soldier rose in the rear.

"I don't have Meredith!

"What?"

The noisy air dominates in the junction. As the confusion ran, Oscar narrowed his blue eyes and stared across the fog.

Witches circle over the sky as they explore over Magic Lake with their magic.

There was no alternative to the scenery seen from the occasional slice of mist that could be done, but the unhidden temper and the apparently higher wave of magic than usual told the anomaly.

"Underground I guess..."

When the witch strikes her tongue, she descends to return to the kingdom.

Those who waited for her to come back showed a relieved atmosphere, but at the same time looked like everyone was in trouble. Tinasha soon realizes why.

"What about His Highness?

Sylvia raised her hand to apologize for the inquiry.

"I went looking for a detached Meredith...... I stopped you, just because you are the most tolerant... What shall we do, Mr. Tinasha?"

Tinasha, who heard that, blurred wondering if her blood pressure was too high to cut her blood vessels.

But it is something else that has become a word.

"Ah... of... stupid prince!

Her whole body trembled with anger, and she forgot the disrespect of her speech, and looked with horror.

Meredith was walking heavily in the fog of nowhere.

My mind is heavier.

- I wonder why I've come to this.

Though not since Oscar followed that magician, she became the feather of an unprecedented sense of inferiority.

There's no need to compare, I know that. But every time I look at her standing next to Oscar, I realize that Meredith compares herself to nature.

All the more so since she came to Ars to train and found out that her arm was above herself. A sense of defeat without a place was beating her severely.

Even now, Meredith continues to shake between the thought of having to join everyone quickly and not wanting to see her.

But then, seeing a figure in the fog ahead, she turned back to me.

I shouldn't be caught in the tedious emotions of martial arts officers about what I was doing. When she tells herself so, she runs toward the shadows.

But coming close, she finally realized it wasn't a person.

"Hih."

I scream and hold my mouth by accident.

It was a moving corpse in melted armor.

Respond to her voice, or the body slowly looks back. There is no emotion in the empty orbit. It slowly laid down the sword it had.

If you look closely, the body isn't just the one, it's innumerable at some point in the mist. Meredith managed to pull out her own sword when she did her hand on her hips with a trembling hand.

Receive a sword that is punched in at an unexpected rate from the front. A high metal noise echoed in the fog and his arms paralysed by its weight.

Meredith jumps back and takes her distance, but she also slowly hears footsteps from behind.

Meredith laid her sword again, feeling hopeless thoughts, as the circle of corpses slowly slipped around her.

Meanwhile, those who remained in the union were also faced with the battle against the corpse.

If you're within the boundaries, you won't be served, but if you're surrounded by corpses around you, there's no way back. They were based in the juncture and forced to fight with no end in sight.

"These guys are wearing the Falsus crest!

"Some with Druza's crest"

"A ghost seventy years ago...!

The colour of haste also darkens with the corpses approaching, whether slaughtered down or torn away. When Tinasha struck her tongue, she ordered the dragon over her shoulder.

"Nark! Find my contractor and bring him in. That's the blue-eyed guy I was just with. There's a mark, you know? The woman should be with you, so bring them both. Don't eat it!

As the dragon rang and descended from his shoulder, he strayed and stretched his neck and tail. As you look around, your red body grows to be about the same size as a horse. With the surprise together on his ass, the dragon disappeared into the fog as he spread his wings and flew away.

Tinasha shrugs her neck with her own sword as she shrugs away the sword of the decapitated corpse.

"I'll burn down a strip when the two of you get back. Hold on for a while."

Everyone is relieved by her unwavering voice. Soon Tinasha had begun to become a spiritual pillar of the line, with its proven strength.

When they regain their temper, they turn again to the enemy in front of them.

Meredith had managed to indulge in the impending corpse, whether slashed or not, screaming and about to. Countless footsteps approaching in damp air. The smell of rot hits my nose and makes me nauseous.

The dead have often taken a back from earlier, but she kept avoiding that sword on paper several times.

- I'm the one who invited this to happen. More, I should have listened properly to all Ars has to say.

The gushing regrets stain her heart. Meredith bit her lips tight.

At that time, a sword is protruded from the rear right towards her flank. She barely noticed the attack and turned to herself.

- It's inevitable.

When Meredith accidentally closes her eyes, but someone pulls her hand from the fog.

"Make sure you're lost."

It was her beloved master who paid for the sword protruded so.

"So, Your Highness..."

"Can we fight? We're gonna break through."

To the sound of a voice that does not allow sweetness, Meredith nods with the tears that have surfaced.

"We're here for you."

The man nodded silently at her words.

A blade ruined sword protrudes from the mist into the Oscar that goes ahead. But at the tip of it, he turned his left hand untouched with nothing. There's not supposed to be anything, but something smashes the sword close to touching his hand. Meredith looked at such a sight in wonder.

"You're blurry. Let's go."

"Yes, sir"

Meredith, who tried to follow Oscar, goes for a small run.

But at that time, there were signs of something big coming down behind me. I look back in a hurry to the air I blow, and there are burning red eyes staring at her.

It took her a few moments to realize it was the dragon on Tinasha's shoulder.

"Your Highness hasn't!

"Don't find out!

On a battlefield where anger flies, Tinasha was about to expand her magic as she waved her sword to explore what was going on around her.

There must be a big book manipulating the body. If you tap that, it's quick.

But they know that, too, and they're moving. They can't really grasp that position.

She wipes out the sword that strikes Sylvia with her arms. Blurry arms flew gently into the sky as they were, falling into the fog.

"Thanks"

To a relieved Sylvia, Tinasha laughed and showed her.

"It's okay. Almost there."

At that time, a dragon rang from above to respond to my husband's words. When the dragon spreads its wings, it slowly descends in the wind.

There was a pair of men and women on its back, and the man jumped before the dragon reached the ground. Tinasha glances at him with cold eyes.

It's a sermon.

"Bad"

"Everybody, step back within the line!

Everyone enters the red hemisphere according to that word. The dragon also landed within the hemisphere with the woman on her back.

The corpses further narrow the circle and gather outside. Tinasha began chanting as she returned her sword to her sheath.

"Recognize my will as life. A convert who sleeps in the earth and walks through the sky. I will rule and summon your flames - understand that my life is the whole concept of appearance."

By chanting, a tattoo of a circle made of flames appears in her hands. Tinasha held it up with her right hand.

"Burn it down!

The flaming tattoo increases its radiance at once.

The circle became a wave of flames, stretching the tongue of flames with terrible speed and power in all directions outside the junction. And every once in a while the carcasses that were swept away shall be burned down. A number of voiceless interrupter screams overlapped the wasteland.

When Sylvia opened her fearful eyes, who was inadvertently meditating on her eyes, the horizon was just spreading outside the junction. All that remains is the unpleasant burning smell of things burning, and I don't see the corpse that was there.

"I think I burned the tree, too. It's been destroyed naturally."

That's what the woman who is the surgeon says. The others were stunned by the magical power they saw up close.

When Meredith gets off the dragon, she sees Tinasha with a look of fear. I finally figured out why Ars, a childhood trainer, called her a scary person.

In the meantime, Oscar, who was alone and flat, looks around and whistles.

"The fog is clear, isn't it? Convenient."

The fog around them is gone because of the flames that have tasted all over the area. The withered earth was more promising.

Oscar, looking back, realizes something and puts his hand on the witch's head.

Tinasha, the body's still burning.

An old man in a magician's robe stands on a land where nothing has disappeared, a little further away. The old man, so skinny as to look upon his skeleton, stared at him with a line of fallen eyes.

Tinasha realizes it and frowns.

"Looks like you've been defended."

The magician raised a surprisingly good voice when Tinasha confirmed that she had put herself in sight.

"Long time no see. I didn't expect to see you again while you were alive."

I started Oscar, and everyone asked me anything and I saw Tinasha, but she silenced it. Return to the magician with an emotionless eye.

"I thought its fate, its beauty, was back seventy years ago. Is it for the shadow of my dear man that I'm following you again? Witch Hall of the Blue Moon"

To the last word I call upon her, all together, except Oscar, gave silent shouts.

Sylvia moves and grates, while the other soldiers raise their hands pointlessly. Meredith heard in a trembling voice as she stood behind Oscar.

"A witch... ho, is that true"

"True"

Oscar answers grumpy for some reason.

Tinasha, on the other hand, apparently did not willfully intervene in any of the movements behind them, making a luscious laugh at the skeleton-like magician.

"You're getting old. I was just a kid then. Bald or dry."

The frank sentimented old man grinned softly, stroking his own bones and skin-only head.

"I can't help it because it's a year like it's already dead. Not everyone can be like you."

The witch laughs with her nose at the gentle dislike.

"You seem to have resembled a teacher even in the way you talk and look.... bug spit runs"

"Are you my master, whom you decapitated? That's quite a pleasure."

The old man spread his hands with a playful trick. You would have taken that as a challenge, Tinasha walks out of the junction when she unproductively pulls out her sword.

"It's a corner, so I'll rip your neck off. Thank you for being martyred by my master."

The smile was so cruel and beautiful that it chilled.

Before Tinasha took another step, but the old man's figure scratched out like a mirage. Only a crouched voice sticks to the spot.

"I don't have enough power to interact with you, so please excuse me. I was wondering if it was time for you to come home. Or wouldn't it bother you if you had to die one or two people?

The voice disappeared after leaving a throat-soaking laugh. There's a lot of silence around the corner.

The witch seemed to think of something for a while, but when she put her sword away and looked back

"I got away."

and tongued out with a childlike look. Oscar strokes her head back, peeking into its eyes.

"Is that the face you know?

"Seventy years ago in the war, you were one of Druza's magicians under the control of the Warcraft."

"Of the Warcraft..."

Oscar thought with his hand on his chin. Silvia speaks terribly to Tinasha, who left beside him.

"Oh, um... Mr. Tinasha, are you really a 'Blue Moon Witch'?

"I'm sorry to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to surprise you."

The witch smiled with a slightly sad face, without the dust of cruelty she had shown earlier.

Sylvia's chest aches when she sees it. At the same time I was a little embarrassed that I was afraid of witches, even though I didn't know them well.

"Oh, that me..."

I tried to say something, Sylvia, but the witch shook her head and took control.

"No, you can't. Witches are scary things. Never mind."

To her words to brighten up, Sylvia has complex thoughts and still manages to smile back.

"Do you want to go home once? Get people and gear up."

Everyone put their chests down on Oscar's decision. There's nothing creepy about staying here any longer. Together, we walk out of the land with a better view to the point where we connect the horses.

"I guess the horses aren't burning"

"Maybe that's it..."

On my husband's shoulder creating an anxious smile, a smaller dragon yawned.

The horse waited properly in its original position. There is still fog around it.

Together they ran their horses toward the fort of Inulade, checking their direction. Oscar talks as he lines up his horse next to Tinasha.

"You think their aim is the resurrection of the Warcraft?

"Eighty-nine out of ten. I guess. It's a hassle."

Doan pinched his mouth from behind.

"Is it not possible that we are making something else"

"I can't do that. There seems to be a misunderstanding... they didn't build the Warcraft. It wouldn't have happened if that thing had been made by a normal human being. Probably something nuclear came into the magic lake, and the waves of magic gradually adsorbed... and it took hundreds of years to become a warcraft."

"You were just controlling it"

"Control was incomplete, too. What do you want to do with a snake?"

While we were talking, the fog on the front finally cleared up. After a short run, the fort begins to be seen on the horizon.

But when she got there, Tinasha suddenly loosened her horse's leg and stopped.

"What's up, Tinasha"

When the witch jumps off the horse, she deposits the reins with one of the soldiers.

"Please all go home. I'm going back."

"What are you talking about"

Oscar stuck to her as he went down the horse himself.

"Here we go once we're home and ready, they should be wanting that, too, more than they've been taken for granted. You'll hurry and try to unseal it. I won't give you that kind of time. I'll beat it now. Earlier skeletons, you may have tried to escape well, but we're tracking them properly."

Tinasha raised her arm with her right hand back up. The crystal on the back of my hand is shaking red and black as if it were trapping a flame inside.

Oscar was stunned by much. Stare at the woman in front of you.

"You, are you going to be that gear from the start... I didn't want to go back just to investigate."

Of course.

The witch answered softly. I can't see any emotions in my dark eyes. Oscar grabbed her arm flat.

"I'm coming too."

"Not again!

She made a tannic surface, like a heartbroken one. It floats lightly in the universe and looks down at him from a slightly higher position than Oscar. Nature and he was also to raise the arm he was grabbing again.

"You can do anything, and you can appreciate the attitude of doing it yourself. But if you're going to be king, remember to spend a little more time around it."

She strokes Oscar's cheek with her empty hands, as if she were her mother.

He narrowed his eyes in his hand, but neither his gaze nor the hand he was grasping let go.

"I know that, and I'll be careful. But not now. I'm not gonna use you as a limb."

"Didn't you mean to bring him from the tower?

"No."

"Leg let me go, didn't he?

You know what?

"You really won't give up..."

Tinasha gave the usual, same look as when she was in the castle, just a little bit. Long, lustrous hair wiggles with magic and no wind. The obsidian dark eyes blinked slowly.

Is what floats there a landscape of the past, or the thickness of the years themselves? The witch put a gentle smile on her mouth.

"As long as you are my contractor and I am your guardian, I will always return to you wherever you go and whatever you do. And I won't die before you. Absolutely."

Oscar looks back at her eyes.

I felt like a peek into a bottomless abyss.

I wonder how many years the difference is there.

Very unlikely.

It doesn't arrive now.

I just know it won't arrive.

As he swallowed his sigh, he gently let go of the hand he was grasping.

"Okay. Come on."

Tinasha smiles softly, as she turns to the student who gave the correct answer. As she raised her left hand, the dragon above her shoulder jumped up with a single voice, transforming into a large figure with about three cabins.

"I'd like you to trust me a little more. I'm still undefeated."

Looking up at the floating witch, Oscar laughs.

Then I'll give you a taste of your first defeat.

"… Please wait while measures are being considered for that…"

The dragon reached out his neck and put his husband on his back. Looking up like a single picture, everyone gets a sigh of admiration.

Fear of witches mixed intricately with a fondness for Tinasha individuals in them. glaring up at her, Meredith feels her breasts getting hot for some reason.

The dragon dropped a little altitude and stayed in front of the same eye once. A large, burning left eye gazes at them. Oscar spoke to Tinasha, who was checking his gear.

"Tinasha, when you come back..."

"What if I come?

"Will you marry me?"

"I won't!! Don't say anything that's dying!

At every interaction, the two of them raise their voices and laugh.

When the witch tapped her head lightly, the dragon lifted the smoke and jumped up, quickly disappearing into the fog towards Magic Lake.