Unnamed Memory

The report from the user demon was not fragrant this time either.

I am used to that reply already.

Wake up in the morning and give up built into the raw to sleep at night.

Still a missing piece I can't throw away.

She stares at the world as it floats in the sky.

Somewhere in there, believing that there is a man she seeks.

The hall, just from the entrance to the castle, was lined with colorful cloths on the large desk.

Beautiful pile of cloth wrapped around a barrel. The women are looking for it with a mild laugh. From young women to the elderly, they were ridiculing themselves and their opponents with a cloth they liked for their hands. The numbers are small, but the men also look at the dark colored cloth for their hands.

Clothes of various materials and colors were brought to you by a cloth inquirer traveling around the country. Four times a year, the cloth inquirer visits the castle to show off a selection of products. Of those who served the castle, those who wished could choose cloth and take measurements to order clothes, and most of the women looked forward to the day.

One of the magicians, Sylvia, is no exception to that, and she comes in a good mood to call Tinasha, who was reading a book in the bickering room.

"Hey, Master Tinasha, let's go check it out."

"I just bought some clothes recently..."

"Well, don't say that... there are many rare exotic cloths"

"Hmm."

The brunette witch closed the book reluctantly. Put your mouth on the cup at hand.

"Let's go! I'm interested in Tinasha's measurements."

"Why?"

Tinasha nevertheless stood up reluctantly like a child to be taken to the doctor.

The witch is wearing the short white dress she bought the other day. Thin feet peered from the hem indefensibly, catching the eyes of the men passing through in the morning.

Beauty that passes even when it comes to outsiders. It's a luxurious body, but unlike when it was a girl's figure, it has soft curves all over it. Sylvia was secretly interested in how thin the hips were.

In contrast to her, who tows with a groom, Tinasha, who was also headed for the inquiry room while her footsteps were heavily drawn, is summoned by the man at the end of the hallway.

"Tinasha!"

There stood her contractor and her squire.

The witch had a bad feeling about it, but it followed reluctantly as Sylvia went toward them more and more.

Oscar gave Lazar the paperwork he had and turned to his guardian.

"I was just about to let Lazar go get it. Just fine. Let's go check out the cloth."

"I'm not having trouble with my clothes..."

Oscar slaps Tinasha's head lightly, already tired.

"I'm interested in the measurement results"

"You too!

Tinasha still vehemently regretted that she should not have come.

"Dear Tinasha, Hip thin!

"You can have some more breasts."

In a room where all the fancy fabrics for the royalty were spread out, apart from the room where the ladies were, Tinasha sat neatly in the bench, taking scattered measurements.

Oscar and Sylvia have taken a peek at the scale written down by the artisans to give them a casual feeling. I felt even more tired when I heard that.

"I'm on my own no matter what shape I'm in..."

"Now, pick a cloth"

Oscar ignored the witch's complaint and took the cloth in front of him. He'll fit the color of her hair among them. Apparently he cares about fine black silk.

"Just this and..."

He gives the fabric to the craftsman who refrains from beside him unwrought. The witch stood up looking at it with white eyes.

"Pay for it yourself. Let me choose for myself."

"I don't mind that... I'll do it myself"

"... do as you please"

Tinasha nodded disappointingly, but when she remembered something, she approached Oscar and pulled her sleeve.

"What?"

"If you make your own bridesmaid's clothes or something, I'll curse you..."

Oscar burst into laughter at the words, remembering the ordeal she once tasted.

"Um, isn't Master Tinasha here?

A few days after the witch was in the measuring room, she peered into the talking room and Lazar asked Doan. Witches should always spend their free time here.

"Lazar, you haven't heard? He told me he was going home to the tower for two days to bug out his magic equipment."

"Oh, that's..."

Lazar wondered what to describe by saying.

Tinasha has been coming to the castle for three months. She has never vacated a castle for more than a full day outside of her expedition to Magic Lake.

What that girlfriend usually does is show her face in a magician's lecture, do an audition in a training ground, read a book, brew tea for an Oscar, and be teased. Peace indeed.

So, the fact that she's not here...

"Will it not be peaceful?

"No way."

Doan answered without giving a face from the magic book.

Tinasha's guardian kingdom acts wherever she is. In the first place, Oscar doesn't have enough problems without protection.

That's right, Lazar agreed. But I hadn't noticed at all.

That the peace that is preserved even in the absence of a witch does not place herself in its sphere.

Two hours later, Lazar was about to ride out the back gate of the castle for some reason.

"Let's not! Master Tinasha will piss you off!

"Isn't that why you're going? When he's around, it's loud."

"That recklessness, didn't it heal!

"Sometimes it's good. Leave a message if you have any complaints."

Lazar runs his horse about afterwards, still dripping on his husband's cold words.

The incident began an hour ago when Oscar, who had looked through reports from all over the office, caught his eye on the last piece and spoke to Lazar.

"Look at this."

"What is it?

A bottle of tea leaves in a basin. Lazar took the documents. He makes tea today because Tinasha is not here, but it tastes really different. Once I heard the trick, he said, "I steam it just in time," but I couldn't quite grasp the guidelines.

If he turns a blind eye to the documents he receives, there's a note there about a weird incident in a small village. In that village standing by the deep woods, there have been frequent incidents of people going missing since last week, and it was written that the missing humans would be found two or three days later in a dry body in the woods.

"What is this!

"You care."

"... at all"

I had a very bad feeling and Lazar replied so. But it seems Oscar hasn't heard that reply at all.

"They say nine people are already dead. Not that far from here."

"It doesn't bother me at all!

"Why don't you go check on him for a second?"

"Listen..."

Lazar dropped her shoulder disappointingly with her hands on the executive desk.

It is well known that before Tinasha came, Oscar had a bad habit of leaving the castle and going anywhere.

That's not going for a walk or sightseeing either. They just go to places where demons are said to be and places where traps are strewn. It is a thought that life expectancy shrinks for Lazar, who sticks with him every time.

The witch we met at that exact spot is not in the castle right now.

Oscar, looking forward to making fun of her every day, apparently came up with taking that absence backwards.

Lazar just blues, having imagined the noise of the place he is going to head off to and the wrath of the witch when he later learns of the contractor's actions. And I should have taken a break myself, I sincerely thought.

The village of Byre lies on the northeastern mountainside, about a mile from the castle capital.

Just outside the village there was a deep forest that led to the mountains, the thick trees of which closed the forest dimly even during the day.

Oscar and Lazar, who arrived in the village before dusk, hid their identities to avoid taking care of them and heard from the villagers about the investigation from the castle.

The first man I spoke to had a salary in the garden, but when the two of them spoke to me and stopped working hands, I would sit back on a pile of wood.

"The first one said he found something in the woods... She seems in a strange mood without telling me what it is. So, suddenly I thought he was gone, and he was gone."

Oh, that would mean a dried corpse. Lazar sneered in the back. Something definitely isn't happening.

I wanted to go home before we got involved if we could, but I know perfectly well from previous experience that that is not possible.

Oscar listened to the other villagers all the way through, and that's what I expected.

"Then why don't you go to the woods?"

I said out. It is as easy as trying tea. Lazar wanted to cry too much as expected.

"Really already... are you..."

"When you come into contact with the kingdom, Tinasha will tear you apart. If anything comes, we have to avoid it all."

"Please go away."

Lazar thought it would be better if it dried up.

In the depressed woods, it's still somewhat easy to walk about whether villagers usually step in. It's just that few people go into the woods these days because of the death.

Don't get lost, the two walk into the back of the woods, marking the trees by the way.

"How big is it?"

"Ten times lighter than that village on the map."

"It's impotent to look into all that."

"The villagers are dead. It's walking distance."

Without knowing what it is, the two are moving towards the eastern side, where the villagers often go as they look at the map. In the back, they take herbs and sell them to magicians for a good price.

It was about an hour after I left the village that the two of them followed me where I was taught.

"Brilliantly, you don't know which one is the herb."

"Don't all look like just weed"

The two of them, far from magic, naturally got a lot of feelings.

The place seems to be just a little bit open compared to the others. If you are so conscious, you are talking about.

Village humans and magicians will know useful grass, but what we can do for both of us is enough to keep us from stepping on grass at best. But that's impossible, so I actually stepped into that square on my big crotch.

"It would be easy to understand if the flowers were blooming."

The area is brilliantly green.

Lazar, who was looking around for a moment, walked over, however, to the back, a little off the open place to the right, finding white and small flowers.

Close and look down, he realizes it's not a flower.

"... pearls?

Its grass, very similar to Suzuran's, had caused the pearls to float instead of white flowers.

Lazar leaves his fingers on his knees toward the pearl, doubting my eyes. There was a hard feeling there.

"Your Highness, there's a pearl."

"Are you stupid?"

A concise reply came back.

Looking back, Oscar is looking down at Lazar from an earlier square a little further away.

"No, but it's true..."

"If it's true, it's more and more stupid"

I saw Oscar pull out Acacia. Lazar shrugs herself wondering if she has been so rude.

But it's true.

That's what I was about to say, and Lazar dropped her eyes on the feeling of something tangling in her leg.

The grass is wrapped around my ankle. It moved shruggedly when it brought its head as if it were a snake.

"Wow!

"An idiot!

It was almost simultaneous with Lazar screaming and Oscar rushing over to cut behind it in Acacia.

Pulled up by the Oscar, Lazar looks back as his leg is untied. There were huge pearl-colored spreads, or a few tentacles, trying to extend that thick tip towards both of us.

The ground is crawling with one that has now been cut. Lazar lagged back as she held her mouth against physiological aversion.

"Is this... a plant?

"You look that way except for the color and size. If they catch you, they're gonna suck the moisture out of you."

I see something like a giant pearl at the root of my tentacles. It was surrounded by green petals to cover it. It is of the same species as the small pearl grass earlier.

Oscar wanted to try to light the spreading loose as he asked about the gap, but he didn't have the tools for it. I wish Nurk had been there, but having that dragon means everything's slipping through his master.

It's not that scary when she gets angry, but when she thinks she can get upset, if she can't, she never did it.

With that in mind, he cuts off the protruding spread on the verge of touching the junction. I weighed my time to the giant pearl silently. Apply around that is probably the nucleus.

"Lazar, stay back."

"Yes, sir"

Get your breathing ready.

There are four remaining spreads.

Oscar jumped into the roots of the crawl for the moment, bringing the tip from the top so that they set a goal. Cut off two pieces of crawl that strike like a spear that can be thrown together. He lay down his upper body and avoided one of them coming to his side.

Soon one will stretch straight from the left. Almost touching the junction, Oscar received a thick tip with an Acacia blade. The spread as it moves is torn in two and falls to the ground powerless.

Not long in between. As he jumped again and went down in front of the giant pearl, he briefly inhaled his breath and poked around Acacia. Anticipating a hard feeling returning, Oscar frowns feeling like a frog's egg in a hazy unresponsiveness.

Shortly afterwards, something purple fluid-like splashed from the surface where Acacia stabbed and broke.

He jumps back in a hurry to avoid a splash.

One of the remaining spreads went around in bitterness, causing his body to fall further back and cut off the sky. Oscar shakes Acacia from the bottom up and chops off the crawl.

The liquid ejecting from the shriveling pearl in the meantime also bubbled and dissolved the grass flowers around it.

"Poison!

From the lost pearl, fog of the same colour as body fluids begins to leak out. Oscar saw it and wanted to tongue.

The fog of purple reaches out its hand toward the two of them through the windless woods, as if there were a will.

"Lazar, we're leaving!

To short orders, but nothing returns. As Oscar looked back over his shoulder, Lazar was crouching holding his mouth and nose in the woods. The complexion is bright blue and sweaty.

"Lazar!"

The fog that fills up spreads to capture the two of us.

Oscar took Lazar's arm and tried to run out forcefully. But the voice of a woman laughing unexpectedly cool from behind him.

"What are you doing?

Shortly before losing his mind, what Lazar saw over Oscar's shoulder was a shadow of a long-haired woman floating in the air.

At ease with the arrival of his husband's witch, he let go of consciousness.

"I can't believe you're in there. I thought a few people were dead."

I hear a young woman. It sounds funny. And a man's voice answers.

"What are you doing here?"

A voice with some vigilance and intrigue seeping in. It belonged to Lazar's well-acquainted man. He tries oddly hard to awaken his aching head.

When I opened my eyes, it was like somewhere in a wooden house. When I blink and wake up my body, his husband sits in a dining table chair a little further away.

I had never seen her sit across the street. She was a beauty with a gorgeous impression. He has bright brown curly hair, amber eyes and ivory skin.

"Oh, woke up?

She shook her hands at Lazar flickering.

When I hear the words, I realize that he was put to bed. Oscar looked back just at his neck.

"Your Highness, I..."

"I hear that place was distracting. I'm sorry I didn't notice."

When the woman took her seat, she took a water drain from the table by the bedside and poured water into the glass to offer it. He gratefully accepts it. A sip spread a pleasant cold in my body. Lazar takes a deep breath.

"Thank you...... What about you?"

"I?"

The woman laughed with pleasure as she pointed to herself.

"I'm Lucrezia. But they rarely call me by name. Because everyone calls me" The Witch of the Closed Forest. "

Lazar couldn't carry on two sentences with his mouth open in amazement.

Seeing the reaction, the witch laughed with increasing pleasure, and Oscar sighed with a bitter face.

Further back in the woods, Oscar and Lazar were served tea in a witch's house, usually in a place where they wouldn't get in at the junction.

The house made of wood is slightly larger for living alone, but I get the impression that there are dried herbs everywhere and vitreous appliances lined up to formulate them. One side of the wall was bookshelved and packed tightly with something that looked like a magic book. The next vitreous cupboard is lined with bottles mixed with tea utensils that don't know what's in it.

That plant, to which Oscar was relative, is in the back of a forest where people usually don't go in with creature-eating species, Lucrezia explained.

"Maybe the love of things got in that far? I followed that human scent to that point, and I absorbed more and more of the humans that were drawn to me by the pearls, and it quickly grew bigger," he said.

"Is the first victim responsible?"

"I've never seen anything that big. I might have wanted to be a specimen."

Watching the enchanted witch, Oscar felt indescribable, imagining a giant cramp that would become a specimen. On the side, a standing rasal looks like a picture of a sneak.

When Lucrezia regained consciousness to the two, she tilted her neck when she noticed an Oscar who had not laid her hands on the tea served.

"That, you don't drink tea?

"Some people get angry when they're careless. Bad."

"Hmmm...... Tinasha is the same?

"You know."

Lucrezia turned a person's bad grin to Oscar, who looked lightly at him.

"Of course. I've known that kid since he was just a witch."

The casual words struck Oscar less.

"Become a Witch"

Tinasha said she was not born as a witch, but became a witch. She probably became a witch before she reached that age of appearance when she said, "My body is just stopping growing."

So before that, what was she? How did you become a witch?

When such questions came up one after the other, they precipitated in my mind.

"He's the only one who can put up such a protective bond, so I'll soon notice. Tinasha, what are you doing now? Still pulling on the tower?

"No, he's usually my protector"

"Well, then you, you could have climbed that tower. I think it was made quite mean..."

Lucrezia drifted her gaze hollow in retrospect.

Lazar is just a little relieved by his uncomfortable, uncomfortable attitude. The fact that I knew Tinasha also helped me with that.

Speaking of witches, they have frightened the continent for hundreds of years with their overwhelming magic and carelessness, as exemplified by the 'silent witch' who cursed his master.

In this era, also known by the magicians as the age of witches, Tinasha and Lucrezia seemed to Lazar, at least, to be witches different from public impressions.

Side by side with a razal that began to smile defenselessly the usual person's good grin, Oscar did not put it on the surface but did not break the tension.

She is certainly the one who paid off the fog in the woods and invited him home with Lazar to treat him.

But that's why I'm a first-person, and a witch. I say I know Tinasha, but it would be dangerous to trust him instantly.

With or without such discernment in his heart, Lucrezia glared into Amber's eyes and stared at Oscar.

"So, what's the contract? You want to be king of the world?

Full of curiosity, she has asked with such expressions.

"I don't think he'll listen to me..."

"Yeah, but it's not impossible with that sword and its protection, is it?

Her eyes get thinner.

With a grin on his mouth, Lucrezia looked up at Oscar with a shadow that seemed like an exploration, but certainly the bottom of a witch.

But he flushes it flat.

"Even if I'm strong, I can't win the war. Besides, I don't want to do that on purpose."

"... Huh? So what did you want?

"Come on?"

Lucrezia looked really sorry with a soothing look in her eyes at Oscar, who did not give her the answer. The swordswallowing atmosphere disappears and makes her mouth snap like a very normal woman.

"I just want to know. Shall we go ask Tinasha directly? I haven't seen him in about ten years."

"Your Highness would like to welcome Tinasha to his wife."

Oscar almost slipped out of his chair unexpectedly. Previous caution is ruined. Looking to the side, Lazar was grinning and holding a cup of tea in her hand.

Trying to complain, but it is undone by the witch's laughter.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha, sooo, thank you"

Lucrezia was stuck at the table and laughing. Tears are seeping in my eyes because I laugh too much. I hear it's funny-hearted.

"... well, they turned me down. That's why I'm a protector."

Oscar gave up sighing with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"Hahaha...... sorry. But isn't that okay? I know it's pretty hard."

"Is it difficult"

Lazar is embarking on a serious face. I seem to have completely forgiven you. When he got back to the castle, he preached, and Oscar added to the decision in his mind.

Lucrezia answers with sugar in her cup.

"It's hard. He's a spiritualist. He's solid. Now I'm nostalgic, so if you live with people, you'll get used to it, but you won't make a man. There used to be a lot of things."

"You used to mean King Falsus?

The thing about my great-grandfather, who Tinasha told me was a fool king, crosses my brain. Lucrezia slapped the table again and laughed out.

"Oh, that was a masterpiece. I laughed a lot at the time. It's forceful. She was just hanging out with you, wasn't she? Could it have been possible if I was a little smarter with that...? No, I didn't think so."

The witch struck her knee when she was self-contained. He's back to a normal smile like he was laughing all that time and nothing happened.

"If that's the case, I'll back you up, though? Can I get you some ecstasy? Normal magic pills don't work, but what I make works on the herb itself, so it might work on that kid, too."

"... no good"

Oscar deposited his body on his back.

I find myself strangely tired of the lack of a different grip than when I first met Tinasha. Does that mean the witch is around recommending grand ecstasy in the first place?

Lucrezia smiled not knowing what she was thinking.

"If you can get that kid, you'll get the world, too."

"So I'm not into that kind of thing"

"... yes"

The witch rose without sound. Stretch your well-shaped fingers all the way to the Oscar.

Oscar held the Acacia pattern reflexively.

But before pulling it out, Lucrezia rises on the table. As I accompanied Oscar's cheek with my right hand, I peered into his blue eyes and laughed flashly.

"Then I'll give you something more interesting than ecstasy"

When Oscar drew his sword to the disturbing words, the witch lowered back slightly.

It was only for a moment that those amber eyes peered into him. But the color struck me strangely in my head.

"Scary. Scary. I'm not good at fighting like that kid, so miss me?

What do you say?

"So, Your Highness..."

To the sudden and pressing air, Lazar rushed in between.

"I'm sure you helped, and it looks like you've managed the cause of the deathbed case, so let's have some free time today. Master Tinasha will be worried."

"... oh"

Oscar stood up with his eyes open from the witch. The witch laughs glossy, not even with the man's sharp gaze as a thing.

"Anytime again?

A smile that did not hide its evil appearance belonged to a witch who feared not only people.

"You, be more careful"

"Excuse me......"

On his way back to the village to tell him that he had crusaded the cause of the death, Oscar was preaching to Lazar as he ran his horse.

Lazar seems sorry.

"And don't tell Tinasha you met that witch."

"... ok"

A guardian with a short temper can be unwanted rubbing if he finds out about this one. Oscar made sure Lazar nodded and turned back forward.

The blue moon illuminates the two horsemen bound for the castle capital.

The shadow was long and stretched out as if sucked into a closed forest.