Unnamed Memory

Speaking of where is the boundary between peace and a day that is not, that would still only be a matter of subjectivity.

For the strong, the area indicated by the word "peaceful" is wide. Because they don't get into trivial rubbing or anything like that.

So I guess it is also true when I say that his extended interpretation of peace, as a contractor, weighs heavily as a king.

- - Tinasha, thinking so much with a smile on her face, mouthed as though she thought she would breathe deeply.

"You idiot! I will never forgive you!

"What are you so angry about? I'm not talking about getting out of the castle alone."

"You can't just take me! Why haven't you told me where you stand!

The man who is the next heir to the throne nods "I know exactly".

If you really know the most, you can't say, "Let's go to the mysterious ruins," etc. The reason Tinasha is down the tower beside him in the first place is because there is no one else to succeed him to the throne and he cannot make it.

In glance at the old questionnaire placed on the desk, the witch offered the man sitting in the chair a cup of brewed tea.

"If anything happens to you now, I'll carve it properly on the grave marker. A fool who can't speak his mind. He said he'd sleep here."

"Doesn't that mean I'm dead, you're dead, too?

"Don't take me on the road on my own!

He kept yelling at me for a short time, but Oscar didn't have the slightest dust. I left my body on the back of the chair and rolled the survey all over it.

It would at least be salvation for a hard-won squire to be taking the day off. If he were here, he could cry out of stomach pain.

Most of all, Oscar might have mentioned this to her.

Tinasha holds back the temples where the blood vessels are likely to rise and become fixed.

"So why did you suddenly want to go there?

Once you see why, you might miss the rubbing buds.

To the witch's question, Oscar tapped his love sword sheath lightly.

"No, don't you think it would be useful if Acacia had another shake?

"... not at all"

That situation just seemed like a nightmare.

The sword Acacia, with absolute magical resistance with only one wave on the continent, is, so to speak, a symbol of the Falsus royal family.

This king's sword, which has not yet been figured out how it exists, was once removed from the lake by the hands of outsiders and given to the founding king, he said.

For hundreds of years, a strange sword that does not destroy a single blade is a mysterious mass in itself, but the lake that the sword was taken out is also wrapped in mystery.

Because even though Falsus has been documented as founded on its shores called "silent lakes," there are no such lakes anywhere.

"Isn't that just something that's either dried up or landfilled?

"I think so. There was a strange pond at the entrance to this ruin, and I saw a sword in it that resembled Acacia. What does this have to do with the silent lake?

"No. It's a long way from home. Acacia, I don't need another swing or anything."

Tinasha, who was on a dragon flying over, cut the words there, confirming the view that spread beneath her eyes. When we see that it is indeed a rocky place that was in the investigation, we order Nark to descend.

Next door, her contractor looks intrigued and overlooks the gray scenery. In the end Tinasha brought him this far because she decided that it would be less harmful for her to get her hands on it and just clean it up.

Standing on a rocky rock rolling with boulders, the two begin to walk looking for the entrance to the ruins. Oscar noticed and pulled Tinasha's hand, which he soon fell over. Hold her like a child and let her stand on a relatively flat rock.

"But when you come at Nark, the ruins in the distance are just a matter of time. I couldn't make a day trip to the ruins in the mountains."

"Is that why you spoke to me in a moment? There are many ruins in Falsus because of the vastness of the country in vain. It's a good opportunity, so I'll sharpen it for you a bit."

Then we'll expand to the perimeter of your tower.

"Don't come near me!

Even as he slapped his mouth in vain, Oscar apparently found the entrance to the ruins. One hundred and twenty years after the castle's investigation, its entrance remained unchanged, only in the rocks.

He peeks into the deep vertical hole surrounded by a pile of tall stones. Square holes big enough for one side to spread their hands were dark enough to see where they were going.

"It's like a dead well."

"The first person to come in here is amazing. I'd bury it first."

"Well, wait. Let's go down."

"It's a hassle!

According to the survey, the depth of the hole seems to be about five floors away from the building. Tinasha invited the contractor at hand as he left the smaller Nark on a nearby rock. Take that hand and slowly adjust the floating magic and go down inside. The magical light that preceded illuminated the inner wall of the hole. Smooth surfaces have no joints at all. Oscar raises his admiration when he realizes it.

"Wow. How did you make that?

"Isn't it spiritual magic? Many of the remaining ruins are bitten by spiritual magic."

"I see. He's good at manipulating natural objects."

It seems that the blue and white magic light is on the floor and stands still. On top of that they descended without sound. When Tinasha gently plays her fingers, the light splits into eight parts and scatters around.

The square room wasn't that big and I could see one door in the back. Seeing the design carved in there, the witch nods.

"Okay, do you want to go home!

"No, no, wait, wait. I haven't even gotten to the pond yet."

"I've seen enough... okay"

"Don't say that. Whatever. Just wait there for me."

As light as the lack of a sense of crisis, the man stroked Tinasha's head to the door.

No matter how much there is a protective juncture, there is no appearance of fright at all in the unknown. The witch, who decided it was coming from ignorance, rushed after him. Jump on the arm of a man trying to put his hand on the door.

"Wait a minute. Oh!

"What, I knew you wanted to go with me?

"I'd rather go home! Not!

Tinasha points to the door the man is touching.

"It's probably a labyrinth here."

The crest of four intricately intertwined ropes. The witch uttered what it meant to be carved.

"It's a giant trap created in the dark ages, a ruin of evil taste that specializes in killing people"

In the age of witches, before it was called, it was the world of war, the Dark Ages, that had long covered the continent.

The times of confusion, when many nations were created and perished, left distorted claw marks there, and passed away.

This "labyrinth" is one of those nail marks, the witch points out.

"Originally, the labyrinth was an institution where spiritualists fled the war and lived in hiding. Because they are heretical from a normal magician's point of view, besides not liking to relate to people. They built hiding places everywhere, and they lived there."

"How can that specialize in killing people?"

"Another human being changed the abandonment."

Tinasha reaches for both open doors. A white finger glanced at the sharpened and missing letter under the crest. When Oscar stares, that's apparently a human name.

"Queeg?... Who?

"I'm an advocate of inorganic magic theory."

Tinasha interrupted the explanation there and began chanting. From the top of the bond we are putting on the contractor, we will set up a twisting anti-magic defense bond for both of us.

Of course, the Oscar-wrapped junction alone is close to full defense, but just in case.

On top of that, the witch instructed the man to finally open the door. When Oscar presses the stone door with force, it opens into the back without making a sound.

Tinasha lighted herself at her fingertips and walked out in front of Oscar.

"In my tower, you fought the gargoyle of the stone statue, didn't you?

"Oh, there it is. It was pretty tough."

"He said he was pretty tough... no, that's fine"

There is no point in keeping with this man's standards. Tinasha threw the lights on her fingers a long time ago. I can see the lighting back of the water on the front floor. Probably would do the "strange pond" that was in the investigation. Where it was stained from, the water shaping an oval in the middle of the large room was creeping up off the floor, as if overflowing the edges of the cup. It is closer to saying that it is a large water reservoir than a pond, which reflects the light and glows sparklingly blue.

Tinasha made Oscar like to peek into it out of curiosity. Instead I see two pairs of stone statues placed on the wall.

"Oh, he's the one who created the original theory, which creates artificial magic creatures. He used lifeless materials to study magic to intercept enemies. For that reason, I also looked into spiritual magic, and I went to these abandonment facilities. That's how I studied them over and over and turned them into my own work..."

There is a strange shadow in the water reservoir. Oscar gave himself up and stared at it. A black shadow rises on the water.

Tinasha, meanwhile, walked past the side of the pond to the back door, examining its surface. A black magic formation is burned over the crest of the same rope as earlier. She admired the magnitude of the power put into it without putting it into words. Keep explaining when you put it in your mouth.

"Quieg actively invited people to the labyrinth to sell his theory. Quite a few people have been sacrificed. Most of the labyrinths were filled or broken by the darkness of the ages. It must be rare to exist."

"But the investigation here says there's no one else dead."

"I guess. Looks like someone sealed it."

Tinasha shows the black magic formation with her fingers.

"I don't know who did it, but this, combined with the activated sealing and transfer of the ruins. If you open this door and proceed, you must be able to be flown to another ruin that is harmless. It's very elaborate."

When the witch clasped her thin shoulders in a shuddering mixture, she went back next to Oscar.

The little pond reflects the lights every bit as if they were willing to do so themselves.

Oscar stroked the little head next to him as he raised his face from the water.

"What about this pond?

"Maybe it's bait that brings people into the labyrinth. It would reflect the human aspirations or something that you peeked at. I thought you wanted what you saw?

"I thought."

"That said, maybe that stone statue was a trick to start"

The stone statue of the big bird placed on the wall, but now it doesn't even move. The magic formations burned by the doors are acting.

Who the hell is the magician who can do all that, Tinasha thought of several names in her head. Four of them are other witches, but would they ever do this?

If you're just a little worried, a man slaps her on the shoulder.

"All right, Tinasha, unseal me."

"I thought I'd tell you! I won't do it!

"'Cause you're bothering me and sealing it, aren't you? Don't you want to know why you did that without breaking it?

"... I don't want to know"

I'm actually a little concerned, but it's definitely not a good idea if you say that.

If it's just a "labyrinth" in the first place, you can forcefully just break through and do it with "yes, it's over," but when it comes to being purposefully sealed, you don't know what it is.

Tinasha took her gaze off the man's blue eyes. Turn around and expect trouble to pass.

But at that time, Oscar gently stuck Acacia out into the water reservoir.

I think I heard a crack entering the space. Tinasha accidentally opened her mouth and looked at the dwindling water.

"Do what..."

"No, with curiosity"

Yes, when Oscar answered, the whole floor of the room disappeared.

In the falling darkness, reflexively combine floating configurations.

The left arm stretched to catch him was, on the contrary, supported by his hand.

An unpleasant floating sensation engulfs the entire body for a short time until the magic has a lighting effect on the composition. The rest of the water reservoir that fell together hit Tinasha's face.

"Ew..."

"What are you doing?"

The witch, who opened her eyes thinking she didn't want him to be the only one to notice, gave a glimmer of vision. Droplets that wet my face got into my eyes.

Now I see something that can't be there anymore. Lost sight. Myself who was a child. Warm memories and - the view of a doomed country.

"... Huh!

Pay in front of your eyes before rubbing your eyelids.

As she refused, as she pleaded, the witch stretched her arms forward.

I don't even notice my body slowly starting to fall off. A magic that doesn't have a composition in both hands lights up. Oscar grabbed the hand from next door.

"What's up?"

A powerful arm holds her.

Hands stroking my hair. Tinasha, who buried her face in the man's chest, closed her eyes after a few seconds. Reality pushes the past away.

The witch laughed bitterly as she leaned against Oscar as the spirit spurted up.

"It's nothing. Excuse me."

"Don't get upset if you're not mad you're falling because of me"

"Don't worry, you'll be angry later."

Tinasha finally looks up as she readjusts her magic to descend.

The man who was peeking into her turned into a face that seemed only slightly worried by the witch's smile. Eyes of the same colour as the sky, where the sun has just fallen, are directed toward Tinasha to blend in. From that gaze, she slowly hid her emotions deep.

"What did you see in that pond?

"You."

"Will you stop looking at people everywhere on your own about time? I'm psychotic."

"What did you see?

Tinasha laughed at the inquiry ignoring the complaint.

"Nothing."

"Right."

She just thanked the man who swallowed clear lies.

The place where the two of them stepped down was in the dark.

Looking up, the original room can only be seen as a far away ceiling. Once again, Tinasha gave birth to the magical light, releasing it around her.

Illuminated by a blue and white light, it is a stunning stone hall. Looking around at the standing pillars, Tinasha frowned.

"What is it, here?"

"It's a labyrinth, isn't it?

"Yes, but something..."

I feel uncomfortable. Once she only went into Queeg's labyrinth once, but she gets a different impression than that.

The witch looks down at the floor without a single joint. Oscar, who was away from her to see the pillars on the wall, raised his surprise.

"This is a temple or something"

"Huh?"

"Maybe there's a god statue"

"Maybe."

You can't go wrong with something like that. Tinasha walked over next to the man. Look between the pillars he points to.

"This is..."

"Probably makes you want to say"

I understand what Oscar is trying to say.

Statue of the gods around the Lord God item. Its design is almost identical in every country on the continent. So I know that this is a god statue.

However, this statue is a single statue of the gods that should normally be carved together.

A man sitting in a chair in the center would probably be the idea. His wife, Rudia, is standing next to him and smiling.

"So, six more are probably child gods of Itea...... It's pretty neat."

"You're more of a family statue than a god statue. Who made this?"

Oscar's thoughts seem to be shooting at the target. Obviously, despite the statue of God, this big statue doesn't look that way because of the different atmosphere it drifts in.

Tinasha arms herself in front of the statue as if it had engraved a friendly family landscape.

"Er... isn't this a bit of a theological and cultural discovery or something? I've never seen anything like it."

"It's a relic of a spiritualist, isn't it? Then there's the statue of the spiritualist."

"Even so, it should be something very old. If you're bad, it's before the dark ages."

"That's amazing. You want me to take it home?

Ignoring the unscrupulous suggestion, Tinasha sees it in the statue of God. Stared at the smallest girl sitting on the floor, on the knee of the item.

"Oscar... who do you think this is? There must be six gods who inherit the blood of Itea, right? Why is there another one?"

"I don't know. Isn't that a covert?

"Oh, I see. What, yeah...?

The discomfort intensifies. Tinasha tilted her neck wide with her arms around her.

That's how she was distracted by her thoughts. That's why she didn't notice any signs that the magical composition would work.

Instead, it was her contractors who noticed the anomaly, and Oscar tapped the witch's head lightly.

Tinasha, something's coming.

"Yeah? I'm a little busy thinking, so do something."

"You, have you forgotten that you are my protector? I don't mind."

With the unplugged Acacia in his hand, Oscar walks out the back of the hall. From the darkness out of the reach of light, a heavy vibration did sound at some point.

A few seconds later a serious voice returns from the man who was going to intercept it.

"Bad. Can you help me after all?

"What's wrong? Is it abdominal pain?"

The witch, who looked back at him away from the statue, is convinced of the request.

The stone statue of the giant that emerged from the darkness was now about to wave down the hammer exactly over the Oscars.

The hammer, which also had about two adult back lengths, plundered in front of Oscar and pierced the stone floor.

The sound of destruction rocking the hall. If a fragment of a shattered floor hits the protective junction, it makes a sound.

The hammer, swung down from a giant not significantly different from the dragon, had a faster speed than expected, but Oscar looked up at the stone giant as he avoided it at risk.

"Is there even such a thing as a labyrinth? That's going to be a massive death."

"I've never seen anything this big before. Can't you do something by yourself? Didn't you say the tower trap was too easy to win and funny with your nose?

"I didn't say that much, and the guardian beast of the tower didn't remain a stone"

While he is saying so, the hammer swings sideways trying to wipe Oscar away. He jumped back and let the hammer cut the sky.

Oscar continues to avoid attacks without setting up Acacia, but instead the floors and columns are likely to be destroyed more and more. It is not a coincidence when it is buried alive in the winding. Tinasha sighed and turned to the stone giant.

"You have no choice..."

In the meantime, you should aim at the head that Oscar's sword is unlikely to reach. Artificial magic creatures often have nuclei there.

Tinasha worked out the crushing configuration when she raised her right hand. Calculate enough power to blow a giant's boneless head off, and strike it out.

As a result, though - I was on the verge of hitting the giant, and it fogged lightly.

Tinasha, distracted by so much, scratches her head when she returns to me.

"... this is just unexpected"

"What's going on?"

"No, it sounds like there's a magical void junction going on, that giant"

"What?"

"I can't help it. You're here for me. Good luck!

I tried to make a bright voice and cheer, but Oscar didn't say anything. I guess I don't have time to say it exactly. An uninterrupted attack has at some point filled the hall floor with holes.

Exactly with all that heavy attack, I'm not sure I can stand it when it comes to the guardian kingdom of physical invalidity. It would also be possible to get stuck on the floor with every bond if you do poorly. Tinasha even remembered to be moved and nodded.

"Wow. Let's make it on our tower, too."

"No, I really need your help. That's just tough."

"You should bite some more of what you deserve."

That being said, I can't go home forever doing this. Tinasha put together another configuration on hand. Transfer right next to the Oscar as you do it.

"If I were attracting this, could I climb to that head on my own?

The Giant's body length would be superior for the third floor of the building. Oscar looks up at the giant floating in the dim room.

"... maybe you can"

"So then. Slash your neck when you climb. It probably stops there."

"Would you like to destroy the blade?

"Come on...... But if the blade was broken after that, it would have broken a long time ago, wouldn't it?"

Besides, if it were an Acacia blade, it would also cleave the kingdom of the Titans.

After a brief meeting, Oscar stepped back once. A witch standing in front of a giant instead lights a blue flame on both hands.

She invited the guardian beast of the stone with the light that she could see.

"Now, the Blue Moon Witch will deal with you often. - Come on."

The soft smile was as gorgeous as an isolated night.

A witch dancing against a giant is like a girl dancing heartless in darkness.

Whenever the fire that lights in her hand sprinkles a blue spark, a fun smile is illuminated to increase the sense of unreality.

Oscar waved lightly for the first time when he realized he was in love with the sight. There's just more sermons from her, even if she's blurry forever. When he regains his grip on the sword, he targets the jumping machine.

Waiting is when the hammer is swinging down vertically. Oscar watched the giant wield the hammer for the witch, ready to breathe. The sound of cutting the sky runs out at the same time.

Tinasha avoided his own brain-shattering attacks by floating into the universe fluttering. Instead, the hammer plunges into the floor and is slightly stiff.

In that gap Oscar jumped up into the hand of the giant holding the hammer.

I hear the witch's exclamation.

The giant who noticed him lifted his arm to shake off that body.

But Oscar, when he kicks the stone arm with an exceptional sense of equilibrium, jumps to his shoulder by telling him there, which in turn began to tilt. Grabbing Acacia with both hands - he wielded his whole body of strength at the neck of the stone trying to cross him. The clear sound of tapping into the pottery echoes through the hall.

That might be the end of it, or maybe not.

So Oscar pulled the shaken away Acacia in hand, this time protruding deeply towards the cross section where his neck was.

The collapsed giant's body turned out to be just a little mountain.

The two ridden on top of it with caution and some interest. But soon they notice a vibration from the basement.

Oscar glanced at his unpleasant hunch.

"No way."

"I guess not. If they defeat the Guardian Beast, they'll bury him alive."

"I mean, I'm narrow-minded. You can admit your defeat and let me explore slowly. Is this what a labyrinth is all about?

"The labyrinth..."

Tinasha cut the words out of her teeth there badly. I see a pillar with dark eyes with a statue of God.

"- Anyway, do you want to go home"

"You're not taking that statue home? We're gonna bury it."

From earlier on, she looks really concerned about that statue. When Oscar confirmed, the witch was worried about "hmm," but eventually waved her wear.

"That's okay. Maybe it's something they don't want to bring up."

The witch takes his hand when she smiles bitterly. The two floated into space as they were, rising to the ground the opposite of when they came. I can see the floor of the hall collapsing under my eyes, which occasionally turn away.

The witch's eyes looking down at the statue of the god, which would disappear into the earth in that way, looked a little sad, as if she were thinking of something.

An eye that makes you feel like you can't fill in time. Oscar strokes his little head with me.

"When you get home, you can choose the next site."

"What are you talking about? It's time for a sermon. It's settled."

He safely put his sword away at the witch's usual smile, who thus raised his face.

"Maybe the place where that giant was was was further down than the Labyrinth, where Queeg wasn't getting his hands on it."

Tinasha, who brewed tea after returning to the castle, so supplements. The man, who had eaten a scattered sermon until he was here, looked suspiciously at the witch's story.

"You mean it was the original ruin? And there was a stone guardian."

"So that giant was the guardian of the original ruins. Queeg tried to remodel the ruins, but I guess he didn't go that far. The technology that made that giant wasn't unusual, was it? I don't know what to say, but it's different from the other labyrinth guardian beasts."

"Really?"

"Yes. There's something unknown about it, so you can't go somewhere weird in the middle of nowhere. Do you understand?

"... are you going back to preaching in a moment?

Tinasha sends a chilling glance at a man who looks tired and doesn't seem comfortable with the fruit.

"If you want it back, I'll put it back."

"Turn it around the next time. The power of the spiritualist was well thought out."

The man clapping his shoulders invites Tinasha to his knees. But she didn't come close just to getting her tongue out.

"I mean, that must not have been made by a spiritualist. I don't even know who made it though. Isn't that the same thing that sealed the labyrinth? The habit of composition is a bit similar."

"What is that? You sealed the ruins you were involved in because they took over the labyrinth?

"I think so. I'm a little too busy to prove it."

There can't be so many beings on the continent who can do that. I don't know if I'm still alive or not, but I'm sure I have more power than a witch.

Tinasha, however, also had an intuition that she would not be able to get to the truth about the matter.

I'm sure everyone has one box that traps the sentiments of the past. Myself, as that is how I once had my memory.

"... don't help me next time, don't go anywhere on your own"

"Even if they say so. I'm blunt."

"I'll let you swim away. He said it was a shame."

Tinasha takes one sigh and adds tea to the man's cup.

The rising hot air tickled her long lashes and melted quietly into the calm air.