Unnamed Memory

There was once a battle between Falsus and Druza.

Druza, who was northwest of Falsus, evoked a sleeping warcraft in Magic Lake one day, causing it to invade toward an enemy country, but said it was not necessarily an operation carried out with the consent of all.

The abominable giant magic weapon in history was the one that some magicians moved and evoked arbitrarily, hiding from King Druza.

In fact, the control of the Warcraft is incomplete, and many Druzas have sacrificed it. The fluctuations in the power of the Warcraft have also transformed the battlefield into a land that is still closed to the immature mist of decent plants.

In the war of that time, the Warcraft, combined with the two armies, took more than a thousand victims, and everyone felt despair at the overwhelming power.

But it will at last be deeply sealed in the earth by a witch accompanied by King Falsus.

Most of the magicians involved in control were killed by witches, and those who escaped the massacre were killed in retaliation by the same Druza soldiers. That is how the Warcraft slept underground, and the land closed by mist gained peace on the surface. - And nearly seventy years passed.

"Hurry the final curse of the seal! We don't have time!

The magician, similar to the skeleton, screamed as he returned to the cave underground. The young magician who was working toward the magic device rises in surprise.

"But the configuration of the control is not yet complete..."

"I don't mind! Start the final curse chant! The witch found me!

"To the witch!?

When the young magician swallows the matter, he rushes out towards the back of the cave where the sealed crest of the Warcraft is located. He followed as he coughed.

"Come this far, will it be over..."

He remembers his birth-grown home. The village was, not to mention, dominated by one of the most impoverished small nations of the divided former Druza.

That is why we reunite Druza with the power of the Warcraft, save our homeland, and destroy Falsus.

Seventy years ago, I was going to give away as many lives as I could with my teachers and comrades.

He gets to the tattoo as he pulls his body together that doesn't move well. There were already more than ten like-minded magicians gathered there.

In a dark cave, a tattoo emerges in blue and white so intricate that it does not appear to be roughly a human undertaking. Seventy years ago, the witch set it loose.

And on the other side of that tattoo, I could see the closed eyes of the Warcraft in a huge cavity area.

Silver hair glows dull in the light of the tattoo. Magic that you can tell even when you're away. The giants, some as small as the castle, made those who see the mystical horrors remember.

Five magicians have already begun the unsealed chant. The magician, similar to the skeleton, spoke to the magician who was standing next to him and overlooking the cavity.

"How long is it going to take?

"Three days and we'll figure it out..."

"Three days... I guess it's just as good as the Falsas army coming. Let's make it."

"Okay."

When the spoken magician replied and tried to raise his face, there was a sound of something light falling to the ground of the cave.

I look at those who sound strange.

There was a raw neck full of bones and skin rolling over there.

"Hey..."

Something cold falls on his unspoken neck. He died unaware of it.

The tragedy is a moment.

The magician, who had closed his eyes in the shadow of a rock and concentrated on chanting, looked up realizing that at some point he could not hear a chant other than himself. He glances at those who were suspicious and had companions, and hesitates.

There were his comrades rolling around, mutilated corpses all over the place. The cave floor is a huge pile of blood, and the neck rolling over it has an expression that doesn't know what happened.

As soon as I recognized the tragic reality, a strong smell of blood attacked him late. - But more than anything else, it was one girl sitting in a sea of blood who didn't take his eyes and let him go.

A witch with a sword wet in blood grinned when she noticed him.

"Did you miss one?"

In a cool voice, my back fell out of fear. There is no force in your whole body, and you cannot escape.

The witch asks him as she approaches the unwrought.

"What? You want to unseal it?

The man manages to nod as he opens and closes his mouth with a pucker. The witch smiled with her big dark eyes.

"Then I'll solve it."

As she flashed her sword against the wall, she paid blood to put it in her sheath. Put one hand against the tattoo.

In the smell of dark blood, its appearance was so beautiful that it trembled.

While the seal is in effect, no one can touch the Warcraft. That was no exception for Tinasha, the operator. She unwraps the complicated seal without chanting when she wraps her right hand around it. On the side a magician man stared at it as he grew pale.

Three... four...

Tinasha solves it while counting the number of small seals in her heart. The tattoo, composed of seven small seals, was quickly de-cursed before the witch.

The tattoo disappears.

And the eyes of the Warcraft began to open slowly.

A line on the fort of Inulade felt a sudden swing of the earth as it crept through the gate, and looked back in haste. I can hear the ground from the direction of Magic Lake.

"So, Your Highness..."

To the upsetting voice of Doan, but Oscar answered nothing just with his sharp eyes pointed at the wasteland.

In the smoke, Tinasha was floating over and looking down under her eyes.

A fall is happening in the ground because of the explosion that the Warcraft woke up to. Probably the surviving magician would have slept in the ground with all the other corpses.

Tinasha spoke to the dragons flying around her.

"Nark, stay back because you're in danger until it's over."

The dragon risked his husband's life and disappeared its red figure in a mixture of earthen smoke and mist.

The smoke on the ground gradually clears up.

In the middle of Magic Lake, a giant silver wolf was raising his head and staring at Tinasha. The forehead covered in silver body hair has large red balls. The eyes of the same color glowed hostilely, capturing the little witch standing in the universe. Tinasha smiles furiously.

"It's been seventy years. Did you get a good night's sleep?

The witch put up her right hand when she said so. A light sphere appears over the white hand.

The photosphere quickly swelled up and began to make a deafening sound and discharge. Warcraft growls as if to respond to it.

Intimidation that makes you squirm the air. At the same time, shock waves are emitted from the big mouth. Jumping it to the side, Tinasha immediately released the light sphere towards the open mouth of the Warcraft.

But the Warcraft takes his head down with his forehead just before the attack jumps into his mouth. The photosphere was sucked into the long silver body hair and diffused as it discharged. Tinasha becomes a stunned face with the view.

"How fussy..."

A shiny warcraft leg with sharp claws tries to wipe Tinasha away. When she avoided the blow, she manipulated the levitation and slipped into the foot of the Warcraft. Pull out the cylinder that was secured to the white calf and open the small lid with your finger. A red glowing sphere rolled out of the inside into her palm. She pours the composition toward that sphere.

The witch threw a red ball wrapped around the composition toward her thick hind legs as she kicked the ground and avoided the second blow of her nails attacking her. It jumps into a rip of flesh born tearing apart silver body hair and the flesh beneath it, as if it were wrapped around an invisible blade.

The next moment, the warcraft's hind legs exploded.

The beast raises a growl of bitterness. Her eyes stained bright red with anger moved in search of a witch.

Standing on Magic Lake Tinasha flushes through the jaws of the Warcraft trying to eat his fangs out as he unfolds defensive junctions. When I looked sideways at the hind legs I had just attacked, I could see the scratches blocked and the brand new flesh flourished as I looked. Silver hair grows over red meat.

"Fast healing"

When the witch is sarcastic, she shakes the cylinder further and takes out another red sphere. One spin in the air, he now released a red sphere towards another forefoot.

The dull sound of meat splashing around.

If seventy years ago, without the Blue Moon witch beside Legius, the Warcraft would have ravaged even the castle capital as it were, something many scholars claim.

Tough body that doesn't accept magic. To the inexhaustible health that comes from the giant, the power to sweep away the forest. Its power, which man could not fathom, did not hold tens of thousands of armies. Even the countries that were bypassing the war at the time were so noisy about the unanswered question of what measures to take against the Warcraft after the Falsas were doomed.

But their worries ended with concern.

The king's witch, who appeared on the battlefield, put the warcraft to sleep after a fierce battle that lasted half a day, and then left Falsus.

Or perhaps it was not only Falsus but many other countries and people who saved her. By this one thing, people understood once again the power of witches.

Tinasha ran out of the seven spheres she had on the brink of the Warcraft attack. But those wounds were instantly blocked, and now the silver body hair is just shaking like nothing happened.

Her breath was rising by flying around without time to rest, on the other hand. As he leaps high avoiding a sharp claw blow, Tinasha looks down from above the Warcraft again.

"I didn't mean to be blunt... but I can't help but feel weak"

The girl's luxurious body is grained with sweat on her forehead and neck muscles. As she flushed her sticky dark hair behind her back, she was alone in mockery.

"Now would that be a repeat of seventy years ago?

Witches breathe deeply. A pale chant was begun.

"Rise. The prison is still in darkness. You see only seven bonds."

In response to that spell, a red sphere embedded in the body of the Warcraft pierces the flesh and emits light. To the light gushing from all over his body, the Warcraft stopped suffering and raised his voice.

"Peace of mind without seeking meaning is blind. Reject and sleep in the dull cave."

Magic lines are created one after the other from the seven red spheres. They intertwined with each other and bound the warcraft to weave a giant pattern. Even if the beast wields a silver foot and tries to escape from it, the reticulated pattern is inflexibly entangled in the giant and does not leave.

Tinasha stopped chanting and took a breather when the red, giant tattoo completely captured the Warcraft.

"I'm sorry, but now I'm going to have you dead. You won't get anything if you stay here, either."

The witch looks down at the silver wolf with even pitiful eyes. - And started chanting to kill it.

"Recognize my will as life. Silent man, full of all space. There is no power without my words. Define the light to disappear…"

A huge print of light appears over her head. The circular ring-like pattern began to suck up the magic power of the Magic Lake as it slowly rotated.

Warcraft notices and gives a face to the imprint that increases the light as you look. A red eye burning with hatred bumped into the witch's dark eyes. A low roar rocks the earth.

Intention to kill and emptiness. Similar and non-identical thoughts crossed between the two.

seconds equal to eternity.

The next moment, the body of the Warcraft jumps. He broke the red commandment and tried to capture the witch's body with a giant jaw.

Tinasha takes off her own jacket with her right hand while pounding her tongue. I blocked my body from my white fangs. When the black cloth spreads to conceive the air and shelter her husband, the defense that was in the cloth is activated.

But the fangs of the Warcraft broke through that defense in an instant. When the white and huge fangs flesh in a moment, they protrude deeply into the thin abdomen before stopping. The thin witch's body was barely swallowed by the Warcraft.

".................. Huh!

Tinasha becomes a bow to shock and severe pain. I managed to indulge in a distressed voice, but my head almost turned white with pain. The Warcraft still opens its mouth to chew her.

- If you lose your mind here, the configuration you almost put together disappears.

She kicked her fangs in a gap with her jaw wide open, waving her full body strength. A configuration lit on the toe breaks white fangs. Using that recoil, she flew wide back to escape the Warcraft. A lot of blood starts to zero out of the abdomen I suppressed with my left hand.

"That's it, that's it"

Tinasha put her right hand over her head. Keep swinging it down toward the Warcraft.

At the same time, the light tattoo swallowed a silver body as it spread to cover the lake.

The great explosion that took place on Magic Lake that day could be confirmed, of course, from the Fort of Inulade, as well as from the former capital of Druza.

The bright white light burns the sky and the ground sounds.

The grudging screams of men arrived far away, shaking the air.

But even with such anomalies, all the people of the old Druza feared the bitter memory of seventy years ago, and did not attempt to approach the magical lake, which was no longer a stateless zone.

"Your Highness, it is not time for you to return to the castle..."

Meredith reluctantly speaks to Oscar, who is out on the fort's walls.

He's been standing here since the blast of white light was confirmed about two hours ago. It was time for the area to start to get dark and the fire was lighting up all over the fort.

"No, wait a little longer"

That's what Oscar says and shakes his head.

I've actually thought many times about going to see how it goes. but I can't do it after all.

Oscar knew it was also the contractor's job to trust her. It is not the helpless girl trapped in the tower that he has brought, but the embodiment of the overwhelming power that stands in the shadow of history. Never put it on the wrong foot.

"Leg would have let me go, wouldn't he?

I care strangely about that word of the witch.

Did she really love her great-grandfather, who had never even seen her face?

If I ever see him again, I'll ask him...... so, Oscar laughed bitterly at the idea as if he might not see him.

There are still more than 10 months left before the end of the contract. I can always ask. When he regained that thought and raised his face, he noticed a black shadow flying towards him from far away.

Gradually approaching it slowly moves the big wings toward a straight fort. Oscar breathed relief to make sure it was Tinasha's dragon.

The dragon, apparently, has targeted him, the witch's contractor, slowly lowering altitude as he gets over Oscar's head.

"Tinasha"

Still invisible. Towards that back he called.

But I haven't heard back from you.

"Tinasha?"

He suddenly became anxious and jumped on the back with his hands on the dragon's body. Move your gaze and be stunned as you get in shape.

It was his witch in the blood lying on his back there.

Sylvia came out of the room wiping her hands. Give a gentle thank you to the man.

"It looks like you're not hurt. It looks like you were injured in the abdomen, but the wound seems to have been blocked yourself. I don't know what's going on inside..."

"Right. Thanks."

Sylvia laughed as Oscar thanked her.

"Because it looked like that bleed...... I also thought it was a serious injury that couldn't be treated here, but I'm glad. I wipe the blood off my body and leave my torn clothes with the rest of my gear"

"Oh."

On his shoulder nodding, a narrower dragon narc stops. There was a big red ball in his mouth.

"Do you mind if I come in?

"Go ahead. I'm sure you won't wake up until your magic is restored."

Through the side of Sylvia bowing her head, Oscar went indoors.

On a wide sleeping table, Tinasha closes her eyes with a restful face. Oscar was finally relieved when he approached him to check his sleep and also touched his abdomen over the cloth hung to make sure it was nothing.

He reaches out and touches his little cheek.

The unquestionable warmth was there.

Oscar ended up staying at the fort that day.

Of the investigation team, most of the soldiers went back to the castle first, starting with Meredith, but Silvia, Doan and the other magicians and the two soldiers of the escort stayed in the fort as they were when something happened to Tinasha. It was hesitant to move a severely wounded witch right away, and that's what Oscar decided. He ordered the returning humans to put the report on hold until he returned.

That's how Oscar and Doan, who were in a nearby room, hear a scream coming out of the witch's bedroom after noon the next day. They rushed to the entrance to the room in a hurry.

"What's wrong with you!

There Sylvia stood in front of the door for some reason with a red face.

"Ah, Your Highness...... no, excuse me"

"What happened to Tinasha?

"No, anything, just a moment"

Sylvia, oddly enough, stands in front of the door. The suspicious Oscar pushed her away.

"Coming in."

"Wait, Your Highness!

Oscar, who entered the room, was rigid without thinking of an incomprehensible sight.

A witch is waking up half-hearted on the sleeping table.

It wouldn't have been surprising if that had been all, but her dark hair had spread to the floor in varying lengths, no matter what. When she notices Oscar, she hides herself naked with a cloth. The look of it showing a tight laugh - it didn't belong to the girl he knew, it was a good look to say an adult twenty years old.

The witch grabbed the pillow behind her, staring at him.

"Clothes, until you wear them, don't come in!

Avoiding the thrown pillow, Oscar shut the door silently and went outside. On my shoulder, I have a nak stretching out.

"What the..."

"So I told you to wait."

Sylvia squeaked holding her face with one hand.

Tinasha came out of the room as she borrowed Sylvia's clothes, dragging her long hair depressingly. Oscar, who waited outside, takes a serious look at his whole body.

"What's wrong with you..."

"My gut was badly damaged, so I repaired my body's growth rate rapidly. You have to cut your hair."

Tinasha put out her dagger unconstitutionally as she said, trying to hit her hair. Sylvia rushes to stop it.

"I will. Have a seat."

She began to carefully comb Tinasha's hair, sitting quietly in her chair. Oscar sits back across from the witch.

"Is it okay to have a broken gut?

"I'm fine now. A little short of blood."

When Doan offers diluted fruit juice, she gratefully drinks it. Oscar received the wine.

"I thought you were dead. Back to that look?

"I'm not going back. As I said in the tower, my appearance is just stalling my growth, and I'm not magically changing it... so if I go on, I'll stay on track. If it's just a shame, you can go back, but are you a girl lover?

"Not at all"

From Oscar's shoulder on his ragged face, Nark flew to Tinasha's knee. The witch strokes its back.

"Oscar, you've been missed"

"Really?

He said, "I think he'll give me this."

Nark dropped red balls in Tinasha's hands. She throws it at the Oscar. He received a red stone in the air with a serious view.

"It's the nucleus of the Warcraft. It's okay because it's just a jewel now."

"The nucleus of the Warcraft... have you defeated the Warcraft?

Tinasha looks funny looking back at Oscar, who is rarely taken aback.

"You don't want to go through the same hassle again in a few decades. I left the magician's body in the ground. Excuse me."

"I don't mind that... don't be impotent"

"Spare!"

"You must have been hurt."

The witch gave her tongue to the natural penetration.

Looking back over her shoulder, Sylvia was using a tweezer to comb her hair about the same length as before.

In a room at the fort, Tinasha was packed in a bag all together when she checked the equipment that was in place. I don't just go in with swords, so I'll put them in line.

Oscar was sitting on the couch trying to see how it was, but when he made sure he was done cleaning up, he called her up at the invitation.

"What is it"

The luxurious body of a suspicious witch, he holds unconstitutionally and sits sideways over himself.

Unlike when the thin body was still unconscious, it was a lightness that I didn't think human beings were interfering with even magic.

"What is it..."

"No, you've got a look that makes me want to touch you."

…………

Tinasha looks disgusted, but Oscar combs his cut black hair without worrying.

"I gave a pause to those who left first, but you can't hide being a witch anymore in this appearance. You want me to put you back in for a shame?

"No, that's enough. It's hard to put a door in a person's mouth."

"Right."

"I'm just tired of calling this stupid prince Your Highness."

"... are you tired"

When the witch put her thin feet together, she stops the narc that was wandering on her lap. The light of day slipping through the window made her warm to the white skin beneath her knees.

"The fog was because of the Warcraft, so I think it'll be clear soon. From now on, you should go and observe it every three months. Oh, tell him to be careful because he's down"

"Won't the Magic Lake go away?"

"Because that is the remnants of a powerful magic that has splashed over that land... Even if it's a little consumed, you'll suck away the magic and vitality around you and go back. I really wish I could have killed Warcraft seventy years ago, but there were so many people around me at the time that I couldn't use great magic."

"I see..."

Oscar strokes Tinasha's leg, which is mumbling. A nark twisted in his hand.

He remembers what he was going to ask unexpectedly.

"Seventy years ago, what was my great-grandfather like?"

She looked as bitter as ever.

"Why do you want to know?"

"No, curiosity. That skeleton told you."

She remembers something unpleasant, and the witch holds her head and stuffs.

"That one. Huh. At the time, there was also a misunderstanding. Let me tell you something completely different."

"It's an old story to Falsus."

Tales of kings and witches seventy years ago are widely conveyed among children as miga. Naturally Oscar had been asked that too.

Tinasha in the story is told as a witch, for example. The witch shook her head as she picked up the dragon that had slipped on Oscar's lap.

"I heard they wanted to talk about that, but I've never heard of it because I'm going to be angry"

"I asked the king for help to marry me to give me my country as a price..."

"Wow."

"But after the war was over, the king opened a wedding in his mind, but he disappeared without showing himself"

"It's happening by the way, but not at all!!

Whether the magic is leaking with anger, or the window vitreous makes a different noise from the pisci.

This topic seems to drain the spirit, and Tinasha breathed heavily on her shoulders. Oscar strokes the neck muscle with his fingers.

"Well, I thought so."

The witch broke out when she shook her whole body all the time.

"Tickle me! Please don't"

"Oh, bad. It's not good to touch it too much."

When Oscar let go of the two hands he was touching and let him go, the witch floated without sound in the air. A nak falling from his knee tumbles into Oscar's shoulder.

Tinasha reassembled her legs in the air.

"Leg is... in a nutshell... he was a fool king"

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The eighteenth king of Falsas, Legius Cruz Lal Falsas, took office at the age of fifteen due to the sudden death of his father king. The character is said to have been upright, unsuspecting man, not knowing to give up, open and just, and a good king.

"When I first met him, he was still in front of the Druza invasion... When I climbed up to the tower and asked what I wanted, all of a sudden they applied for a marriage..."

"It's insane."

"There was another one."

Oscar strokes Nark's throat pretending not to hear him.

The witch looked down at the contractor with white eyes as she spun loosely in the air.

"Well, I'd still know if there were special circumstances like yours, at all! I didn't! So I preached that as king I was crazy to make the witch my queen and give me my country..."

"He said he was supposed to give me the country."

"I don't need it!

He recalled that he had been told something similar in the tower. Maybe Tinasha thinks witches shouldn't socialize with people.

"So, what happened then?

"I said no, but it stuck for two days."

…………

"Come on, when I got angry, I finally came up with another idea, and that was' I want you to stay within my sight until I die '. Why did you climb the tower in the first place?"

"... you're an idiot"

I feel like I'm listening to stories I shouldn't have heard.

But with a slight headache, he encouraged the conversation to continue.

"You drank that?

"Conditionally. I do nothing for Leg instead, I don't help. If you ever ask for my help, use it as a new contract clause, and I'll never show up in front of Leg again,"

So, the Warcraft showed up?

"I came to ask you to do me a favor so badly. Well, I think it was a relatively quick decision."

"I'm sure the ministers didn't want it to be in history either."

That's probably why I twisted the facts and that kind of gaga was sprayed.

but you should try to be the witch of the day. It would just be annoying.

"I wish I had ended up there!

"Do you still have something?"

Tinasha steps down by the window. It was difficult to understand the expression in the backlight, but I could easily predict what he looked like.

"The contract thing ends as a relationship between a contractor and a witch, but just because a relationship as one person doesn't get tied to it,"

"... say?

"Or take the liberty of having a wedding... it will be ready at some point... and the bridesmaid's clothes will be sent to her room..."

…………

I got dizzy, not just headaches.

"... of course I soaked it up. I haven't seen him since."

"I think I've seen the dark side of history that you shouldn't know."

Now I can't help but be told I'm a fool king.

When Oscar first met her, I felt like I figured out why the witch didn't want to talk about her covenant with my great-grandfather.

"But well... I didn't hate you. I was an idiot though. I thought it was like family."

Tinasha lays her eyes down. Various emotions seemed to come and go in that dark color.

If she wasn't a witch, Oscar thinks of the unlikely assumption that she would have gotten the king's proposal. If that was the case, what life would she have lived by now?

"Later I became queen... your great-grandmother and I were good friends, but she was smart and driven, and maybe she did a good job with Leg. You look a little like her."

When the witch concluded her memorabilia that way, she walked up to the next door to Oscar. Let his white hand touch his cheek and stare down with his big eyes.

His eyes were as if he were looking in him at the landscape of the past.