Unnamed Memory

I remember when I woke up, but the bubble of a spirit that disappears quickly, that is the dream.

Dreams emerge from memory as fragments and disappear into slightly distorted shapes.

Sometimes things you can't get appear in your arms, and sometimes you can be frustrated by memories you'll never forget.

People never really get a break even when they're asleep.

There is a good smell of tea in the office.

Lazar, who came with the papers for the afternoon, narrowed his eyes to the scent. A beautiful witch with dark hair is pouring tea into a cup and giving it to his husband. Lazar, who was unwittingly in love with the graceful trick, returned to me with what she looked back.

"What's wrong with stopping there?

"Oh, no, it's nothing"

Razal rushes to compile the paperwork and hands it to Oscar, who sits at the desk. In addition, a brief overview was provided.

Since the death of his uncle, who previously served as Chancellor, Oscar has inherited some of his substantive role and the authority of the King. Oscars were supposed to look through and approve and make decisions, with the exception of some serious internal and external reports.

After handing over the documents, Lazar turns to Tinasha.

"Has the bug dried properly ended?

"I can't help it. There are so many things that are difficult to handle, I can't let the demon use them. Sorry I was away."

"Terrible. Rather, even if you can rest normally..."

It was good, and I remembered the calamity I had tasted because there was no witch, and Lazar solidified for a moment. It's not her fault, of course, so I'll go on and say it again.

She did not seem otherwise suspicious in the meantime, but instead frowned for a moment at an angle that his master did not look Tinasha.

"Nothing inconvenient while you were away?

"And nothing in particular..."

"None"

"Then I'm glad."

She smiled like a large circle of flowers, so Lazar lowered her inner chest. As he saw through it, Oscar stood up and slapped Lazar on the shoulder as he passed by.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to my dad's"

"Oh, yes."

In my husband's eyes, it says, "Don't tell me." Lazar managed to make a smile and nodded.

Oscar nodded small at the reaction, but apparently noticed signs that the witch was watching her back. I looked back and saw her.

"What's up?

"Oscar, are you asleep properly?

"He's asleep."

"Really?"

Tinasha twisted her neck with a suspicious face, but seemed to stop caring immediately. I went back to the concierge to clean up my tea.

While holding her stomach, which was becoming painful, Lazar felt sincerely envious of her flat husband's nerves at that time.

Tinasha, who was headed to the colloquium, decided to go far and go through the castle courtyard simply because the weather was good.

A pleasant afternoon when not too strong sunshine creates a wood leak and gentle winds rock the grass. A sleeveless black dress was in the green, indicating the presence of a witch walking vividly.

Two, if you look forward, there's a woman bending in front of a stone pond. The woman seemed desperate to look for something with her sleeve-wrapped arms inside the pond as she peered into the water.

Tinasha peeks into the pond from behind her.

"Did you drop something?

"Give me the ring..."

The woman answers with a weak voice without turning around. I guess it's pretty important. The voice was going to cry now.

Tinasha clutched her hand to the water as she gently leaned her neck and stood unconstitutionally. Just a little bit conscious.

and a silver ring emerged from the water to be sucked into its hand, and it subsided in her hand. Tinasha rolls the wet ring in her hand and takes water and air,

"Yes, go ahead"

and offer toward the female officer.

Her face, looking back to joy, distorted into fear for a moment by acknowledging Tinasha. The witch smiles bitterly when she sees it.

It is the witch's constant fear.

Not to mention the story of Falsus wrapping around Tinasha. Even if the story is different from the facts, it has nothing to do with the child I grew up listening to.

She just didn't think to solve the pervasive misunderstanding. I don't think getting acquainted with a witch brings something good to that person.

There are heterogeneous reasons for heterogeneity. It just doesn't make sense to wipe it or change it.

So she usually lives in a tower. To meet only those who are prepared.

A magician with a visible face comes running over to find Tinasha, thanking her and walking away with a misplaced woman. She noticed it and gently raised her hand.

"Carv, what's going on?

"Dear Tinasha, can I ask you a few questions?

"If you know what I mean"

The two sat on a stone bench that was nearby as it was.

Since Tinasha announced that she was a witch, many had hoped to give her a magic lecture, but there were just as many human beings who repelled her again. She accepted that some people would prefer to have a furious opinion of not wanting to learn the magic of an abominable witch.

Originally, the magic she uses is often complex and unsuitable for teaching in large numbers. For this reason, Tinasha had answered questions from some humans, but the lecture had turned to listen.

Carve brought it in is one such question.

Tinasha pointed to the problem as she glanced through the composition of the magic drug he brought.

"You should reverse the procedure here to the third. Overwritten and not working correctly. And maybe we should replace the catalyst a little...... This and this..."

Carve nods and stops writing her instructions. Tinasha confirmed the fix.

"If this doesn't work, let me know again. If it were Lucrezia, I'd know for sure. I'm sorry."

"No, it helps. Thank you! Do you know Mr. Lucrezia?

"Speaking of acquaintances, I know them. You're good at magic drugs and psychiatric techniques, you're a freak."

"What kind of freak... are you?

"You shouldn't know."

Tinasha cleans that up with a serious face. If the world doesn't know it, there is as much information as there is that has never been.

Thus the first day of Tinasha's return to the castle passed peacefully, successfully covering up and hiding the presence of another witch.

"Oscar, are you asleep properly?

Is it the third time he's been asked that question, Oscar thinks with a head he still can't wake up to?

He was caught by a witch leaving his private room in the early morning. Little she looked up with a suspicious face when she saw Oscar.

"Sleeping. I'm not even sleepy."

Oscar stroked her soft hair and stopped her hand with another sight overlapping her face for a moment.

Snowy white skin, dark eyes, glossy red lips. Its appearance, which captivates the beholder if you just smile, is now slightly frowned upon and looks suspicious. A slight discomfort tickled his memory.

"Oscar?"

"... no, it's nothing. I almost remembered something..."

"You're sleeping. Anyway, sleep better."

"He said he was asleep."

Ignoring that reply, when the witch floated in the air, she vanished to dismiss it.

"That's an abrupt one..."

He sighs small. The remnants of my earliest dreams were nowhere left.

The next time she revealed herself was in front of Lazar, who was on her way out.

Lazar, who had been hiding from her on her husband's orders for a few days, almost screamed unexpectedly the moment she noticed a witch ambushing herself in the hallway. Say hello like nothing happened in a hurry.

"Good Morning"

The witch smiled horribly as she responded to it.

"Can I ask you something?

"Hey, what is it?"

Tinasha looked up at him with dark eyes as he came right in front of Lazar. It is a powerful eye that peeks into the back of a man's heart. Now if they ask me about my absence, I might not be able to delude them, Lazar said, sweating cold inside. But what was actually asked is something completely different.

"Has Oscar slept properly lately?

"Heh... maybe. It doesn't mean it's getting any slower."

"Really?"

"True."

While he no longer needed to lie and clapped out, Lazar wondered why he would ask that.

The witch, um, tilts her neck, and she overlaps the questions.

"Do you mean you've had a lover lately?

"Ha!? To whom?"

"To Oscar."

"... I don't"

I wonder what you really ask.

The longest being with Oscar in the day is Lazar, but I don't think of anything in particular, such as things that have changed recently. It didn't seem like a lack of sleep, let alone a certain woman the Oscars have been dealing with lately, which didn't come to mind other than the witch in front of them who is teased everyday.

The girlfriend is an ideological face with her fingers on her chin.

"What's wrong with you?

"No, hey... really no one?

"No one. Is that a baked rice cake?

"Keep your sleep words asleep"

The witch cut back without moving one eyebrow. This looks really hard...... and Lazar recalls what Lucrezia told him.

Tinasha still had something in mind, but shrugged her shoulders as she inadvertently gave up, laughing bitterly.

"Let me know if you notice anything"

To the witch who said so and disappeared into the air, Lazar was just a little concerned that she should have mentioned the other witch.

It is a little later that he regrets this.

The colloquial room of the Castle of Falsus is a horizontal room facing the hallway, so that anyone who belongs to the castle and has time can use it as he pleases.

Sylvia and Doan, Carve's trio of magicians, were spending their afternoon breaks in an empty talking room that day. I drink tea as much as I like and open the book.

If they are other magicians, they spend most of their day lecturing and training, but the three of them are relatively good and often spend their time doing their own research. But for that matter, breaks were rarely about crap.

Tinasha came to the three who were so perplexed, just when the topic was about to follow. When she saw the three of them, she showed them with a thick, old book that she held beside her.

"Yes, Doan, it's the book you asked for."

"Wow! Did it really happen? I heard they disappeared a long time ago."

He receives the book with a face mixed with amazement and joy. The old magic book was a precious one now said to be nowhere else.

Tinasha sits at the same table herself when she pulls the chair.

"I have quite that. If there's anything else, I'll find it, so tell me."

"Thank you!

Sylvia spoke strangely to Tinasha, who looked somewhere unknown, responding with a smile to her thanks.

"Dear Tinasha, what's wrong?

The witch shrugs her shoulders small.

"Um, something seems like Oscar hasn't been feeling well lately, right? I don't think you're sleeping well enough to say you're not."

"Oh, really? It didn't look that way."

When Sylvia raised her voice, which seemed unexpected, Doan and Carve also gave her a look at the magic book. Tinasha, meanwhile, joins her legs with her body open on her back. Seeing where the operation is unusual and abusive, they are not least grumpy.

"I'm shaking my anger. I wish I had good physical control. If you have a girlfriend, you can go out with her normally."

"Huh."

The three startled voices overlap.

"Ko, lover!?

"I was wondering if there was such a brave man."

"I can't think about it."

What Oscar cares about Tinasha is that anyone in the castle knows, and then what Tinasha doesn't care about is that everyone who is close to her knows. Naturally, they couldn't think of a woman who was currently close to Oscar besides her, and I couldn't imagine.

But frankly, the witch shakes her head.

"I have plenty of perfume left over. I think it belongs to a woman, but is she unconscious?"

The three of them looked at each other again. Doan raises his hand small.

"I saw you today, but I didn't notice."

"Yep... I think if you stand nearby you'll soon find out..."

So much so that Tinasha suddenly stopped moving. Are you unconscious, or put your teeth on your own fingers that were on your chin. The three stared breathlessly at the gradual appearance of having conceived anger from the seemingly stunned look of realizing something. I can feel the immense amount of magic stirring up with the movement of emotions in the luxurious body of the witch. Even though the table touched me, I didn't have a clue.

She had been thinking about it for a while, but when she smashed her tongue,

I'm sorry, I could use some help.

I just left it out and disappeared into the air. The three of them, who swallowed their spit and watched, finally stroke their breasts down.

"Ko, I'm scared..."

"I can't cheat on you..."

"What was it..."

Anyway, the three of them did not have to be caught in the storm.

It was Lazar, a party's squire, who was directly hit by that storm.

He stops in amazement at Tinasha, who appears in front of him on his way to the office with documents.

Unlike in the morning, the disturbing air and the red lips carve a grin, but Lazar froze at the expression she could tell she was rather angry rather than just laughing at her eyes.

She whispers with a clear, icy voice.

"You can be happy when you tell the truth"

"Dear Tinasha..."

I feel like dying just because I can shoot at you with that gaze. Lazar moved her mouth like an air-seeking fish.

I couldn't seem to keep my husband's words anymore.

"Oscar!!

When I wondered if the office door had been opened with an awesome noise, the witch changed her blood phase and jumped in.

This isn't the first time I've seen you angry, but it's not normal nonetheless. Oscar frowned at the unpleasant feeling.

"What's up, Tinasha?"

"What's wrong with you!

When she floated in the universe, she pinched Oscar's head with both hands and turned to herself. It's not a strong force, but I can see its hands shaking faintly with anger.

"Why were you silent about meeting Lucrezia!!

"... Lazar..."

When I look at the door, Lazar stands with a pale face. He put his hands up and let him do the trick that he couldn't. I could have predicted it, but I can't stop sighing. But lying to Tinasha's opponent would have been an impossible consultation with Lazar.

He looked back at the witch who was still going to destroy the room with anger.

"I kept my mouth shut because I didn't think it was a big deal. Bad."

"If meeting a witch isn't a big deal, the world is full of trivials!

"Might be"

"Do something about that lack of crisis! I told you, you can't fluke your psychiatric skills! You can be confident in yourself, but you can't be held responsible for dying with that!

"... bad"

That's it, Oscar and Lazar gazed at each other.

"... even if I die?

"Glad you made it"

Tinasha said that in a sincere mood.

The queen, once greatly loved in the eastern country, died.

The king mourned deeply and suffered, but said that from one point on the queen began to appear in his dreams.

The king overlaid the visions, but if he still woke up, he grieved at the reality that there was no queen, and finally, one day, he died asleep.

It was a tear to the king's death that people would have gone after the queen.

"That's an endless beauty story..."

"If it was really the queen who showed up in the dream, yes."

Tinasha gave it back like that as she lifted her own hair. Oscar listens to disturbing remarks.

"What is it really?

Oscar and Lazar are sipping tea as they surround the table in the office. Tinasha was furious, but she made me some tea. I guess it's not my fault I feel a little more sinister than usual.

Tinasha played her finger flat.

"It's probably a demon or a magician interference. You turn into a queen in your dreams and gradually transfer your opponent's anger. If you're handy, you'll be dead in a week or so."

…………

Today is the fifth day since we met Lucrezia. The two men each remained silent on the fact that they were in danger.

"I don't know if you're using a succubus or a dreamer, or if you're doing it all magically, but that's what you should be dreaming about every night. When you wake up, your memories will disappear."

"I'm sorry I don't remember."

I got a cold glance from both of them, but Oscar kept his expression flat. This kind of story can only go further and further.

"How did you realize that?

"Smells."

She followed a rose decorated in the center of the table with her fingers.

"You smell of strong flowers, like a woman's perfume. So I thought I'd have a normal lover..."

"No. Or does it smell like that?

In response to Oscar's gaze, Lazar shook her head. It's Lazar who's been with me all this time, but he still can't feel that scent. That was the same for Oscar himself.

"Sounds like no one else can tell. Looks like I'm the only one trying to notice. That pervert."

A pervert seems to mean Lucrezia. It seems to be a pattern of old knowledge, but it is a fairly good word.

But that would also be a sentiment because it hasn't gotten to the worst. If Tinasha stayed unaware, she shouldn't be anywhere near a perverted call.

Oscar, who was unexpectedly about to be killed by a witch, wraps Tinasha's hair around her fingers as she reaches next door.

"So, what do I do?

"Tonight, I will curse you. It could be life-threatening if you de-curse it forcefully from the outside because it's already shaken so vividly."

"I see."

"Let's curse forcefully from the inside"

"Is it forced after all"

The witch tinkled her tongue with the look of knowing. Lazar pinches his mouth anxiously.

"Is there any other way?

"I know some as knowledge..."

I don't want to do it, my eyes are telling the truth. Oscar glanced at it and took his hand off a room of witch hair.

"Okay. I'll take care of everything. Regards."

The night creeps in through a large window.

The moonlight created a long shadow in the room, dominating the blue quiet air as it inhaled all the noise.

The woman sitting on the sleeping table is so silent. The glossy dark hair was gently pulled by the man lying down. The woman raises her eyebrows lightly.

"What is it?

"No, you can't sleep."

"Just go to sleep."

"Even if they say so..."

The man looked up to the ceiling and exhaled deeply.

Only he and his guardian witches are in the room.

She is wearing a long, hemmed dress with many layers of thin black silk. With the moonlight on his back laying on his worried face, it was like a single picture.

"I can magically put you to sleep, but if magic interferes with your sleep, you might be making sure something works inside. That's how much Lucrezia can do, so it's best for you to sleep naturally. That way you can intervene when you fall asleep."

"Work hard"

Oscar closed his eyes. One darkness comes.

I try to be conscious, but there was something hard to calm down when I wondered if I had his witch beside me waiting for me to sleep. I open my mouth.

"Is Lucrezia good at this kind of magic?

"And magic pills, right? Neither am I."

"You're not good at witches, either."

I can't see it because I'm closing my eyes, but I could tell by the signs that she was laughing small.

"I do. Witches all have something specific over basic magic. And I won't allow you to follow me there..."

"What about you?

"Attack and defense, pure power."

When I open my eyes, Tinasha has a self-derisive grin.

That's why they call her the strongest.

But she doesn't try to do her best. The witch seemed to know perfectly well that she would not leave the tower without a reason, that passing powers would bring nothing. Often I feel that will at every end of the word.

His hair was caressed to encourage him to sleep, and Oscar closed his eyes again.

But for the sleeper who never comes, I pull her hair again after a while. The witch smiled bitterly and peered into Oscar's face.

"Shall I bring you some sleeping wine?

"No, I don't mind."

"You have no choice."

The witch strokes the man's hair slowly again. I opened my red lips slightly and started singing the song small.

It's an unfamiliar song to him, but it's like a lullaby.

The darkness of the night, the distance of the stars.

My dear child is in my arms.

The blue of a thousand saffron moons

When you hold hands with your little hands.

Let's take you down the path of your dreams.

Slightly lower than her usual voice, it sounds soothing. It must be an exotic song, a strange melody filled my consciousness.

A small white hand gently strokes his hair.

And as it was, he slowly went down into his sleeping arms.

When I realized it, I was standing at the entrance to a strange building.

A large white mansion with both open doors fitted in. Looking back, there is a forest behind which fog can strike.

Oscar tried to call the name of someone he was with earlier, and realized he couldn't remember that name. I tried shaking my head lightly but it doesn't work as well as the veil did.

"What...? What am I..."

At that time, he felt called to something and laid his hands on the entrance door. I only touched the door a little, but it opens in the back without a sound.

Stepping inside to be invited, it was like a mansion tucked away in white, just like the outer walls. It's beautiful, but there's no sign of people, and there's no sense of life to be.

But he looked familiar in this place. - Yes, I did come here every night.

He goes up the front stairs and walks out the hallway that stretches out behind him. I knew the person who was calling me earlier was ahead of me.

At the end of a long corridor, I see a white door. When I opened it there, it was a large room inside. Behind the white-colored room is a covered sleeping area. He slowly walked over and pulled the thin cloth apart.

You noticed that sign, and the woman sitting on the sleeping table turning her back looks back.

- - Long, lustrous dark hair, spread over a wide sleeping area.

The quiet skin that blends into the room was hidden in light night clothes of the same color.

Deep dark eyes.

The beauty of being a person and not a person.

"Oscar......"

She smiled glossy as she found Oscar. I'm going to stretch out my thin arms that are going to break. He reached out and hugged that luxurious body.

"Tinasha"

Hold him gently like he handles broken goods.

At that time, I heard a grunt full of disgust saying "bad taste..." in my ear.

He loosened his arms and looked at the woman's face in front of him, but the woman just tilted her little neck with a smile.

There is a sweet light in the big dark eyes. Oscar wrapped that little face with both hands. She narrows her eyes happily.

Confirm smooth skin.

He slipped his left hand and touched the woman's thin neck. I can see the warm blood tide breathing right under my soft skin. He tried to mouth the neck muscle, but accidentally realized that he had been forced into his own hands.

"Oscar?"

She looks up at the man in surprise.

Oscar, who had wondered himself, turned a blind eye to surprise at the next moment.

Her left hand began to tighten her throat all by itself. Then the right hand joins it.

"My hands are on their own......!

No matter how strongly you are aware, it cannot be removed as if it were not your own hands. Instead, with a clear intent to kill, I tighten the woman's neck.

She distorted her beautiful face and gasped in pain.

"Oscar... stop... help..."

It falls into his hands like a white, small hand.

Oscar saw what it looked like and found sweat slipping down his spine.

An unspeakable battle strikes.

I ate in with my fingers clawed up on the woman's thin neck.

"Please... help..."

A blurry voice strikes my ear. There are tears in my dark eyes.

He chewed his lips to the point of bleeding into a nasty situation.

- I feel dizzy.

My body doesn't move as if it's frozen.

I have a woman's thin neck in my hand.

Fear of figuring out what was going to happen crushed my thoughts.

"... stop... stop!!

The cry that resonates in the white room does not, however, have any mercy or effect.

When she accidentally closed her eyes, there was a blunt sound of bone crushing and the woman drooped her head gently.

Her hands were finally free and her body fell zero out of it.

Oscar trembles with both arms, trying to lift his powerless body. Both dark eyes had lost their brilliance and reflected the landscape as dull as a vitreous ball. Slightly open lips don't move anymore.

"... Tinasha?

With incredible thoughts, he holds a thin body that has become just an object.

That's when the world finally collapsed.

When he jumped, he was sweating shockingly all over his body. When I look beside him, the witch in black stares at him in a grumpy mood.

Uncooling fears and relief swirled in my body. There is still a clear feeling in both hands when the woman's neck is broken. In an attempt to strike it off, he held his hands tight.

"Good luck. I'm back to what I've been deprived of."

Some chilling voice. Same as the sweet voice of a woman in a dream, but not at all.

Oscar breathed slowly, and threw up. Raise your forehead with both hands. Nature and voices came out zero.

"Let me... don't let me kill you..."

"That's not me."

"Still."

Oscar's blue eyes intersect with the witch's dark eyes.

The witch gave a gruesome grin as she raised both ends of her lips.

"Why? As long as you are the bearer of that sword and I am a witch, you may have to really kill me one day."

The moonlight illuminates them blue and white.

Oscar remembered the illusion that all temperatures would slowly drop and freeze.

"Are you serious?"

Of course.

Tinasha closes her eyes and smiles.

It was a witch's smile, and I couldn't help but feel terribly far now that she should always be smiling sunny next door.

Oscar reaches out and tries to touch her. But a moment earlier, the witch emerged into the universe.

"I'm going to complain to Lucrezia. I'll be home tomorrow."

"Wait!"

"Slow down and have a good night tonight"

"Tinasha!"

The woman disappears from the room.

In a room where agony and solitude precipitated, later only the moon and the shadows it made were left behind.

Lucrezia, who was drinking while formulating her magic medicine, giggled damned at signs of familiarity breaking into the junction. Soon there will be a noise of doors opening rampantly.

"Lucrezia!"

"Long time no see, Tinasha. Oh, you've grown?

When the prank greeted him with a successful child-like face, his old friend laughed only at his lips while on the tannic side.

"What is that? There's more to bad hobby pranks."

"I thought they'd solve it sooner, but they didn't mention me. It's good to keep the scent on."

In contrast to the grumpy Tinasha, Lucrezia served wine to visitors in a playful mood.

"Isn't it your curse that's your bad taste? I didn't think you'd break my neck."

"It's quick, and it clears my mind"

"I expected a more colorful curse..."

"Who's going to use housekeeping?"

As Tinasha screamed, the closed forest witch tinkled her tongue out.

Tinasha mouths instead of sighs on wines poured into small ceramics.

I usually don't like being blunt in reason and barely mouth alcohol, except in front of this friend.

The swollen witch stared at the woman sitting across the street.

"Wherever you look at it, you know who my contractor is, but what are you going to do?"

"It's an amazing junction, isn't it? I'm willing to intimidate you. Well, it's been a while since I've greeted you."

"Don't try to kill people with greetings."

Lucrezia laughed with pleasure. Bring out some handmade confectionery from the cupboard and serve it on the table.

"So? What happened to that contractor?

"I'm pissed. About the broken neck."

"That pisses me off...... bad aftertaste"

"What does the owner of Acacia sweeten?"

To Tinasha's harsh words, Lucrezia shrugged her shoulders.

If, when the world desires a witch crusade, all magicians know that the first person whose name will be named as a crusader candidate is the owner of Acacia.

And with Oscar's arms, in fact, Tinasha knew very well that it would be possible to crusade witches as well.

So all the more so, I don't think he should be more intimate with witches than he needs to be. Not to mention out of the question such as marrying.

"But I'm not a good man. Don't think it's better than Legius."

"Don't compare to Leg in many ways"

"No body. Will you give it to me?

"Go ahead."

Tinasha waved at her unwillingness, then remembered that there was

"I knew I couldn't."

told a friend. Keep your cheeks on the table and face down.

"What? Wasted?

To a friend with a slight laugh, she shook her head and denied it.

"No, it means you can't put witch blood in it."

"Oh, looks like you're in some kind of trouble."

I guess Lucrezia also saw the curse on the Oscars. Or maybe I even figured out something else.

His curse, which even a witch cannot see without caution, is the work of a silent witch with overwhelming skill in blessings and curses.

Tinasha asked her friend lightly as she picked the baked sweets served and asked about how they were made.

"Can you solve that?

"That's hard... Maybe not. Silent witch, right?

"Yeah. I'm recommending analysis for once, too. I'm stuck."

Baked confectionery is really delicious due to its sweetness. Tinasha was a little confused about really asking how to make it. Lucrezia, who excels in magic medicine, is also very good at creative cuisine.

The closed forest witch asked as she poured more booze into herself and Tinasha's cup.

"Analyzing what?

"Hair and nails. More words."

"The flesh should be blood and semen. Probably because that's where they're most affected."

"I see."

When Lucrezia returned to the workshop behind the room, she brought two vials. Throw it to Tinasha unconstitutionally and give it to her.

"Yes, take it. Apologies for this."

Tinasha, who received it, was astonished to find that the contents of the bottle were the object in question. Unexpectedly remove the ready-to-eat baked confectionery.

"You were picking... do something about that evil hobby collection habit."

"Thought I'd make some artificial creatures."

"Do you think I'm a contractor for people? I guess there's nothing else."

"That's all you got?

Tinasha received the vial even though she was frightened of Lucrezia, who was in a good mood to snort. Let it be transferred to a safe place so it doesn't crack.

Looking at his bumping friend, Lucrezia showered a liquor bottle on her cheeks that were just fine.

Whereas Tinasha is a beauty with a clean impression, she is a beauty with a bright hue. Many men fall in love with that nostalgic smile, and now she's made many lovers.

With beautifully painted red nails, she held Tinasha's hand.

"Why don't you just apologize honestly when you get home? I think they take care of you. Mostly that technique wasn't arranged to make you appear, it was arranged to reflect his wishes."

"Whose fault do you think you're rubbing it?"

"It's because of your stubbornness."

Half is a star. Tinasha stopped arguing and sipped the liquor.

Chilling your head still leaves you with some guilt. Even if it were true, there could have been a different way of putting it. Little regrets hurt like thorns.

She looks up at the moon outside the window.

Think of the contractor that the month would still illuminate, thinking about what I would say first when I left.

The next morning he woke up and noticed his body was unusually heavy and Oscar pounded his tongue.

It doesn't refresh me physically or mentally, whether it's the recoil of the surgery put on Lucrezia or the remnants of last night's unpleasant memories. Sitting on the bedside, the window leading to the terrace was smashed into small pieces as I was contemplating taking a bath.

There's only one person who's going to beat that place up. Oscar called out "in" with his jacket in his feathers.

In response to his words, a witch in black comes in.

But she doesn't try to come by the window. Oscar laughed bitterly when he saw that. It says on her face that she's like a child, awkward,

"Come."

When I invited her, the witch came to him on foot, hesitating. I open my little lips to say something and end up mumbling.

Oscar had a little look at her like that, but when he reached out, he held his thin body and put it between his knees.

The witch, who has gone higher than Oscar for the first minute, looks down at him like he's in trouble. his cheeks, and his white neck. He stroked softly to make sure

"I'm sorry"

Honest feelings become words.

Oscar's apology was unexpected, she glanced softly, but immediately shyly leaned down and murmured, "I'm sorry."

He slaps that back gently.

Even if I became king of Pharsus and she continued to be in the witch of the tower, hoping that from now on, the day would never come when I would make her my enemy.