Unnamed Memory

Tinasha was in a mock match with Suzuto in a corner of the training field on an afternoon when the sun was thin and cloudy.

His sword, a soldier, is impeccable in speed and strength, but less unexpected from those with experience in action. For this reason, Tinasha had read all of Tinasha's attacks beautifully.

To the witch who receives the sword as she gently repositions herself, Suzuto strikes down a blow all over her body from the upper section when she cuts the paralysis.

But it was not even taken by the sword.

Tinasha halves her body and shrugs and avoids the blade as she steps toward him. Gracefully as I danced, but with certainty, I snapped the man's neck - I stopped right in front of him.

"Yes, End"

"Ugh... I lost again"

"You have to read further or increase your speed or strength."

"Yes......"

Leaving room for a disappointing tint, Tinasha put her sword in her sheath. This sword is not borrowed, but made thinner than normal with her own sword. I often have a sword with magical powers when I stand in action, but now it's a practice sword with no weirdness whatsoever.

She touches and confirms if the hair tied up in one is not broken. I really thought I'd cut it shorter, but everyone disagreed with me.

With her hands behind her head, she looked up behind her back. There stands her contractor.

Oscar, what's wrong?

"Sometimes I move my body. Shall I deal with him?"

"I shy away from the bottom of my heart"

Tinasha felt the tide and loosened her hair. Long dark hair sagging back to normal. At the same time Suzuto silently left, he found himself the master and saw Ars coming from the edge of the training ground.

"In the first place, you can't play games or anything because you have connections."

"Speaking of which, yeah. Can you solve it once?

The witch flaunted her shoulder to Oscar, who told her not to do anything.

"I don't want to solve it because it's so laborious. But, well, there's a way out in advance."

You're all set.

Tinasha opened her right hand and showed it. Concentrate your consciousness just a little bit. At the same time, a small cut was made to the index finger. Oscar frowns when he seeps blood.

"What are you doing? You're bleeding."

"I'm putting it out."

As Tinasha floated up and lined up with Oscar, she crawled her bloody seeping index finger behind his ear. Keep your mouth in your ear and whisper.

"The junction looses while my blood adheres to my body. Still plays strong magic or something... think of it as roughing up your eyes. Don't tell anyone else because it's dangerous."

"Okay."

Oscar hugs her with one hand as she floats. That's when Ars came just in front of him and thanked him.

"Your Highness, is it an audition?

"I haven't been around lately, do you want to hang out?

"Sure."

Nodding and Oscar lowered his witch, he received his sword from Ars.

As I knew, Oscar was funny strong enough.

Tinasha, who at first looked bitter, was also so much so that a dry laugh had crept up along the way.

Usually the Ars are winning out and arching on many soldiers, but now the Oscars are responsible for that. Soldiers were looking to the next king with respect for the way Ars, who held the rank of general, and Meredith, a martial officer, were lightly defeated.

Tinasha, who is usually no match for Ars, looks at the sight with her arms together.

"Is anybody still here?

Oscar looked around as he slapped his shoulder with the belly of his sword. But you went on a tour. Nobody makes a name for it.

Fun to the eye with him, Tinasha had a bad feeling. Concentrate your magic in an attempt to transfer, but sooner than that, the contractor invites the witch.

"Tinasha, come"

"Say no!"

"What's that quick answer?"

"Because there's nothing good about me."

"We're going to be training."

But the witch speaks out her tongue and refuses.

Oscar looked at her like that funny, but he put down his sword to see if he had come up with anything.

"You can use magic."

"Do you want to be black scorched?

"To a certain extent, you must have begun."

Tinasha leaned her neck and conceived.

Indeed, a direct attack magic powerful enough to be fatally injured by a single blow is capable of playing even her own. But with the exception of them, there is as much magic that easily makes people incapable of fighting.

Does he know how to fight a magician without an avant-garde?

Tinasha stared into his, confident eyes. Fu, the strange emotion of a mixture of hope, curiosity and giving up brings the head.

Until now, Tinasha, who specializes most in war, has not appeared as one human being capable of killing even the other witches.

But the man in front of you has that possibility. Possibility of killing her.

Tinasha never looked back at Oscar with her will.

"Fine. Subject to conditions."

"What?"

"Use Acacia"

The place became noisy in the words.

Acacia, with its absolute magic resistance, is a natural enemy of magicians. I was not a witch once, but I used that magic to slash a madman under one sword. Everyone whispers that an unreadable battle has been brought up.

But the Oscar of the day just had an interesting light in his eyes.

"I don't mind, but that didn't crush the blade."

"It would be hard if it was crushed... Instead, let me change my score too."

"Okay."

When Oscar laughed with pleasure, he ordered Meredith, who was nearby, to bring him Acacia.

After enough, the two ready were relative, taking the place a little wider than a normal game.

As usual, Tinasha carries a slender, slightly shorter sword than a regular sword and a dagger twist against an Oscar with an Acacia.

They were brought to you by the demon, just in case you came down from the tower. Oscar looked at her weapon unexpectedly.

"Are you a double sword?"

"Originally. That said, I usually put my hands free, but that sword opponent doesn't mean magic barriers."

"I see."

All of Tinasha's swords are magical, but they have no effect in which way Acacia opponents. I'm just saying that I'm familiar with my hands. She confirmed in her hand the pattern she hadn't gripped in a long time.

A man standing across the street calls out lightly.

"Anytime."

The soldiers are largely at a distance for fear of a magical entanglement. Still, everyone at the training ground swallowed solitude and watched an unprecedented game.

Tinasha tones her spirit with her breath. When I gave him my face, I saw Oscar's blue eyes in the front.

"Then sweeten to your words... do your best"

At the same time as I finish, seven light spheres float around her.

Oscar narrowed his eyes slightly.

- Go.

As Tinasha grunts, light spheres of different speeds strike Oscar.

He cut off one that flew in from the front and one that came from the right together in Acacia. The next one changes orbit before capturing it. I circled to the right and tried to turn behind him.

Oscar jumps forward aggressively, snapping two balls flying from his left at the same time. That's when the witch's sword protruded from the right side. Precisely aimed at the neck. That, he receives and plays with an Acacia pattern.

"... eh"

Pain runs on my left ankle that I wasn't aware of. The light bulb behind me came crashing late.

When he dropped his hips, he avoided the witch dagger. She cuts in like a dance, but harshly. Playing that sword hard and taking the distance, Oscar cut off the light sphere that came further towards him.

But the last one inevitably hits the right shoulder. Pain and paralysis conveyed the arm.

"Wind."

Shortly after breathing, the witch's voice rises.

The blade of wind that was created struck from all directions. Oscar badly jumps to the left with his paralyzed remaining ankle. Only the blade in a position that was likely to be fatally injured was offset by Acacia, while the others slipped through at the expense of a piece of skin.

A strange exhilaration dominates Oscar's entire body in a series of attacks he has never experienced.

Consciousness to concentrate more than usual. The air is different where magic comes from.

I felt like a sharpened vision of where the magic that I normally don't feel at all stiffens up and what orbit I draw to emerge.

The invisible rope that was about to take the blade of the wind as its back is lightly truncated into Acacia. Seeing his composition dispersed, Tinasha smiled.

- He originally has qualities. And good luck. Stronger every moment.

She scolded her right-hand sword to the side. Hot air winds wind from the mutilated space, swirling and heading to the Oscars. I ran out after that. Jump the whirlpool of hot air to the left side of the Oscar and throw the dagger.

While a normal person would not have been able to react first. Even though I threw for it, I saw Oscar's left hand grab a light dagger pattern, and the witch just flashed.

"Go back."

When commanded small, the dagger returns from Oscar's hand to its original owner.

"What is it?"

"These are the swords."

Oscar has kept his distance, even though he has a frightened face.

She receives the acacia to be swung down in one piece, in two and with the sword of her right hand. I can hardly concentrate on using magic with the best of my ability to deal with attacks faster than the sword of Ars. I manage to jump back to get a distance, but I'm stepped in the same distance at the same time. The witch flushed Acacia in the mood for tongue beating.

That's when the belly of Acacia's sword falls on her elbow. Cold feeling - the magic in my body scattered outside from the part that touched the blade.

Pushing her stunning consciousness, she protrudes her dagger toward Oscar's heart.

But before the cutting edge reached his skin, Oscar pulled the sword and played the dagger. Tinasha sees the place where Acacia's blade is subjected to crushing like vitreous.

"Shh!?

Kicking the ground, concentrating her consciousness, the witch shifts to the unreachable reaches of Acacia.

That's how Tinasha raised her hands.

"Come on, that's it..."

Looking inside his left hand, the dagger blade had broken into a meltdown and had become useless.

"You're not hurt?

"Especially"

Tinasha answered concisely while magically treating the fine lacerations and burns that had been done to Oscar's entire body. With the exception of the two of them sitting in the shade of the tree, the soldiers whose excitement does not stop cooling down are working with more enthusiasm in their training.

"Good for you. I don't really want you to get hurt."

"It hurts when you say that."

Tinasha grinned bitterly as she put her hand over her head away. After all the treatment, I sit next to him. Oscar glances at the dagger pattern placed on the grass.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to repair this blade. Unlike the sword, which was merely a magical mediator, the dagger was probably dismantled by Acacia because magic was incorporated into the structure itself.

Oscar casts a simple doubt on her as she nostalgics for the dagger pattern.

"Were you being modest?

"Not really. Complex magic requires chanting and concentration. Honestly, I don't want to fight you any more."

The shock comes back when Acacia touches her skin on the back of the witch's brain.

I thought it was just a magical ineffective sword, but I never saw it when I could touch it, it would disrupt my magic and make my magic unusable. Perhaps Oscar doesn't know about it. I would have fought more differently if I had known. It's called crushing a dagger, it's a horrible effect.

But Tinasha was not willing to teach him the effects too intense.

When she remembers and stretches out her white fingers, she wets her own blood thinned behind his ears.

Oscar stared at such a witch's trick in time to have thoughts that he could not share while neighboring each other. Her side is a little worried because of the shade of the tree.

"I still don't want to kill you."

"It's sweet."

I can't find any emotions in my dark eyes. He just looked like he was smiling a little.

Oscar inserts his finger into his silky brunette and slowly combs it. I felt like her loneliness was melting into that pitch-black.

"You want to die?

Tinasha tilted her neck and stared at Oscar with her crisp eyes for a moment.

Transparent willed gaze.

But it disappears quickly with the blink, and she breaks her face.

"No, because I still have a lot to do. … to break your curse."

"If you'll be my wife, that's fine."

"No! I prefer to be older."

"You're dead. That."

Oscar reached out to Tinasha as he stood up. She takes that hand.

He blurred that he wanted to take a witch who stood alone out of that distant world so that he could make her stand a luxurious body.

When I first met him, I actually clapped him out.

Surely she was impeccably beautiful.

But she still looked like just a girl, and she looked childish, laughing and angry.

I thought it was funny how it looked. Liked it. There was a curse, of course, but I thought if I could make her my partner, I wouldn't be bored.

So I thought I'd take care of that fragile body, her lack of submission.

But it didn't take long to realize it was a mistake.

She complains repeatedly.

I'm a witch,

Witches are heterogeneous.

No matter how close she laughs calmly or points that tenderness at people, she never leans on the people around her. Always standing alone. Very far away.

When he found out about it, Oscar was concerned about her truth for the first time.

Smiles, angry faces, their cruelty, perseverance, kindness, loneliness.

The essence shared within such a thing.

Touching the truth about her continuing to be a witch, I wanted to take care of her... if I could.

"No, I was actually stunned. To Miss Tinasha, too, Your Highness. Are you really human?"

Ars and Meredina were on a lunch break across a table placed in the castle courtyard. The man throws a slice of bread into his mouth. The topic is about the mock match the other day.

"I'm glad to see it, but I'm not sure I can see it... I don't think I can win that one"

"Which way?

"To both"

Meredith laughed and put her mouth on the tea at what seemed like a weak childhood tame sometime.

"Be more confident. If a soldier asks, isn't it about morale?

"Hmm."

"But when you use magic for melee combat, you get so much. Pretty tough. That's what you've been working on, isn't it?

"I don't know if it was a trick, but it seemed like it was just a trick around. Well, regular magicians don't do much of that, so I did."

"Really?

Yes, Ars nodded. Pour the water out of the water into your glass. Meredith picked the baked sweets she brought in herself.

"You've never seen the one who's our magician and he's waving his sword. Normally, a magician leaves the avant-garde to a swordsman or something to shoot big magic from behind."

"Oh, well."

"So, naturally, the opponent also uses a magician to defend him. Like Miss Tinasha, I think there are few magicians who make up for their attacks and defenses with swords, with little tension in their boundaries"

"Magic lakes usually burn down the neighborhood with great magic."

"I knew you could fight that kind of normal way. Not if you've lived long enough."

Meredith smiled when she heard the man's sighing thoughts.

It was Ars who told her before that she had no choice but to contend with the witch. Seeing as much power as he actually had, he had something to think about, too.

"But she's trying His Highness... teaching you? That's what I felt."

"Really?

"Yeah. I guess I wanted to show you how a magician like yourself fights, somehow."

The eyes shown by a woman who has lived a long time are occasionally badly cut and loved.

Eyes as if they want to leave something behind, reluctant to relate to people. Or maybe what Tinasha wants to leave behind is something to be given against Oscar.

To Ars, but I didn't seem to see what Meredith felt. He puts on his cheek wand and looks up at the sky.

"You said you didn't want to expose yourself much before."

"Didn't you change your mind? 'Cause she was smiling along the way."

Meredith drank tea when she laughed bitterly.

It is still a beautiful day. Slowly as the clouds walked, they flowed through the sky surrounded by the walls.

In the hall on the royal side leading up to the sight, Oscar was rarely summoned to the Father King.

Bringing him in on the way to work because it was urgent, he receives the letter his father gave him in surprise.

"What is this?"

"A messenger from a small country in the north called Kuskul is coming. He wants me to meet the Blue Moon Witch."

Oscar had two catches on to its content, but decided to hear it first from the trivial.

"Never heard of a country like that."

"He said he became independent of Tayri a year ago. It's a small country, but they're putting their magic into it."

"Magic..."

A little silence falls.

Tayri is the northernmost power on the continent not bordering Farsas. The distance is also quite far away, so the interaction is only about two or three times a year.

It's just that his country has its own faith pervading the country, with a strong wind against magic. I guess Tairi didn't dare to hustle because of bad outside information, such as the independence of some of it and the fact that it was a magically oriented country. Not to mention it's not strange that it hasn't been passed on to Farsus at all.

Oscar expressed the next serious question when convinced.

"So, how do you think I knew Tinasha was in Falsus?

Most witches have not made their place clear, but the only exception is Tinasha.

However, it is only known that it also lives in the tower, and if it is not in the tower, it does not say where it is going, etc., it is nothing. The fact that Tinasha is a witch is made public in the castle, but outside the castle it is also firmly stopped in the country. I wonder how a country that has just done so far knows that.

Father King Kevin shook his head at the question of his son.

"I don't know. Anyway, I'm telling you to let me see him."

Oscar thought a little. Would Tinasha be in the office at this hour?

"Okay. I'll see you first."

Kevin nodded lightly as to whether he expected the answer.

The messenger from Kuskul was a small, somewhat unpleasant man.

I don't look ugly, but I have adhesive eyes that resemble reptiles, and the air that resembles them seems to stain out of my whole body.

Oscar was uncomfortable with his eyes and smile, but responded to the man by hiding his insides.

The man named himself Kagal.

"Please forgive my sudden disrespect this time. If you introduce me to the witch, I will exit as soon as I can."

Oscar responded invincibly to Kagal, who greeted him that way.

"Though I don't know such a person when they say witch. I need you to tell me where you heard me."

"Please don't joke. I will not allow your Highness time."

When Kagal said that in an exaggerated gesture, he gave people a bad grin.

"Not long ago, you think the fools of Druza tried to resurrect the Warcraft? If it had been achieved, it would have been a major problem in the countries. Luckily, she was prevented from doing so by the work of a witch, but if the owner of the power that killed the Warcraft was found to be in one country, it could still be a problem."

Oscar narrowed his eyes to anger at Kagal's attitude, which did not even try to hide what was a threat.

As long as we grasp the story of the Warcraft, which only a limited number of people should know, and yet try to treat Tinasha's presence as the weakness of Falsus, it is a bold stand inside.

He wonders how he will clean up this messenger. I had little intention of letting Tinasha see me originally, but I had no intention of losing the fine dust either.

But Oscar's determination will be turned in one word by the next Kagal.

"You must be at this castle, right? Dear Aiti, Oh, are you now named Master Tinasha"

Kagal said so, confidently looking back at him.

Not long before Oscar met with the messenger, Tinasha had returned to her room knowing that there was no Oscar in the office.

The witch returns and resumes the analysis of the curse that was on her way. Hands over a water basin placed in the center of the room, a complex pattern involving a number of circles emerged as a 3D.

She adds to the chant carefully. The tattoo changes shape slightly accordingly. Tinasha, who was concentrating on an unending task, waved back without surprise, even when she was suddenly called by her own name from inside the room where no one was supposed to be. Perform the procedure to fasten the tattoo during analysis.

"I'm a little surprised."

The woman who spoke pointed her mouth in disgust as she stood at the window.

Bright brown curly hair looks golden with the addition or subtraction of light. It was rare at the waist and wore a magical object or a decorative dagger.

"Yes, sir. So what can I do for you? Lucrezia"

"I brought you a book because it seemed useful!

Tinasha receives the book she gives away. Apparently a book about blessings written a long time ago. Opening inside was a detailed description of the composition and words.

"... thanks"

"You're welcome."

I am a friend who moves only casually, but I would have liked this kind of help.

Tinasha started brewing tea for her visitors when she put the book on her desk. Lucrezia looks sarcastic, sitting in a chair and watching how it goes.

"You played a mock game with that contractor?

"... how do you know?

A soldier was talking in the courtyard.

You're eavesdropping.

Lucrezia stared at the other witch with a face that did not hide the shadow as she put her cheek cane on the table.

"What are you thinking? I can't believe I put you in my hands. Isn't that a suicide wish?

"They said the same thing."

"You don't have to do anything. That man is strong enough. I'd be annoyed if I could work out any more."

"Excuse me."

Tinasha honestly apologized for the most serious complaint.

Certainly even for Lucrezia, a witch, it would not be preferable for the Acacia user to gain strength. I don't know what makes me fall and trouble myself. The oddity of a person's fate was self-evident to them who had seen it for a long time.

Tinasha takes a deep sigh when she sits in a chair herself.

"Something tired lately..."

"Get some rest."

"Yes, but not..."

I saw my friend's dark eyes shake, and Lucrezia had no choice, and so on.

"If it's a burden that's not on either side, don't give up."

Tinasha did not answer. Shut up and stare at your palm.

- I'm not sure myself why I was willing to fight Oscar.

I just wish I had a presence that could kill me. And if he does, that's fine.

Maybe it's just a whim. Or maybe I'm still a little tired. To keep waiting for the non-returnable news.

But that's why I didn't want to give up. It made me feel like all the time I lived as a witch would be ruined.

Lucrezia, who was watching the silent Tinasha, accidentally taps the table lightly.

"Be decent anyway! You are the hope and symbol of our witches!

"... are you kidding me?

"Yeah."

……

Tinasha takes a big sigh.

The door slammed hard as the two witches tried to open their mouths at the same time.

"Dear Tinasha, may I?

Go ahead, and when she returned it, Lazar came in in in a panic. He acknowledges Lucrezia for a moment. The witch shook her hand flickering to see it and tease her.

"What's wrong with you?

Lazar, who has refocused on Tinasha's words, tells him what to do. Said a visitor was coming to see the Blue Moon witch. Lucrezia whistled small.

"Ugh, that's not suspicious"

"That's suspicious. But well, I'm going. What about you?"

"I'm here at the corner, and I'll be waiting for you at the castle till it's over."

"Please don't prank me"

The closed forest witch replied, of course, with a beautiful smile that seemed to be about something.

"Aity."

Tinasha, summoned during the refrain, suddenly lost herself when Oscar called her that way, waiting for her. After a few seconds, finally.

"Yes?"

and ask back. Oscar looked so bitter that there was no more.

"Is it still your name?"

"... it's a childhood name. Did the visitor say that?

"Oh."

Tinasha shook her head unexpectedly, not working well.

Once, only once, I named that name as a witch. When I just became a witch, when I hadn't lived in a tower yet.

But the witch's name is basically an abomination, and few like to tell it. Seventy years ago, there was no name left in Falsus. And yet I wonder what it means to see someone who knows his old name by now.

Tinasha considered some possibilities, but none of them were pleasant.

"If you don't want to see me, I say no."

Oscar strokes her head worryingly. But she shook her head.

"No, I'll see you"

And the witch laid her hands on the door that continued between the sights.

Kagal brought a sigh of admiration when he saw Tinasha. Get down on your knees and give me the finest thanks. Tinasha looked down at it arrogantly.

"It's an honor to meet you. Dear Aiti."

"Stop calling me by that name"

"Excuse me. So may I call you Master Tinasha?

"Whatever you want."

Kagal stood up and let her try to spread her hand towards her with a play-spinning trick.

"In the founding of our nation, Kuskul came with the use and development of magicians as his primary challenge, having regained the rights of the magicians who had been persecuted by Tayri and based them on magic as a people. We have heard that Master Tinasha is the only one to be used of a number of powerful old magic that is now discontinued. Could you please come to our country and help us further develop?"

To the words, Oscar frowned with a face that did not hide his displeasure. You were sick of me saying that Falsus has a witch, and in the end, we just want her power, too.

Tinasha, however, remains faceless when asked to do so by a man.

"Who told you I was listening?

"If you're here, you'll understand."

"Are you the same person who gave you my name?

Kagal just laughed and didn't answer.

"What made you think I was here?

"We also have excellent magicians in our country..."

"Yes."

When the witch took a breath, she smiled horribly as soon as she could. Kagal hangs on to a smile that attracts and intimidates the beholder.

When she opened her little red lips, a beautiful, but freezing, chilling voice that often resonated was spun away.

"I am here as the guardian of this man. Nothing more or less. You only met me because he took it in. Why do I have to listen, let alone help, to talk about people who haven't even climbed the tower? You think the witch has mercy to do something to those who are neither prepared nor powerless?

Kagal opened and closed his mouth in an attempt to make an explanation. You believed you had an advantage. Your attitude breaks down. He wandered around like a rat to be driven away and tried to sue the witch for something.

But in the meantime, Tinasha won't allow it.

"Go away."

Nothing more to say, but the witch stood next to the Oscar she had been hearing behind her back as she turned her heel back. Oscar glances at Kagal with a stabbing gaze as he strokes his hair.

Kagal finally uttered his words when he poured his seeping eyes of remorse on both of them.

"Okay. Let's go home today. But Kuskul will always be your homeland. We look forward to seeing you again."

The witch left the room unanswered.

Kagal, who left the chamber of sight, struck his tongue severely.

I was confident I would take her home. For that reason, I brought up an unknown name. When she heard the name, she wanted to know who taught it.

Behind his brain comes the word of his master that he heard before he left the country.

'It's okay because I'm not in a hurry. Stay down about me. "

My husband, who said so, would therefore not blame Kagal for returning without her. But still, he didn't want to go home, honestly, as he was.

- At least we have to pull her away and just that busty contractor...

When I look out the window, I see the courtyard.

In the shade of the tree, Kagal, who found a woman dressed as a martial artist falling asleep, smiled humbly.

Oscar and the witch, who went a little further from the sight to the office, looked very bitter.

Every word Kagal vomits wrapped around like an indescribable stain. I feel like I've been tainted with the table in front of my meal.

I could hear Oscar's ears swallowing unswallowable exasperation, but lightly from nowhere.

"Done?

With that word, a witch appears next to Tinasha. Tinasha, who looked back at her friend, threw up in the end.

"It's over. I feel bad."

Oscar glances at Lucrezia with a slight surprise.

"You were here."

I haven't seen you the other day.

To Lucrezia waving without any shards of guilt, he laughed with only one end of his lip lifted.

"Thank you for trying to kill me then."

"Uh? Wasn't it fun? Should I have made sure I remembered?

"Do you see painful eyes once?

Between the fun Lucrezia and the tight-faced Tinasha is scattered a spark of magic bumps rather than metaphors. Oscar looked up and shook his head.

"Please stop because the castle will break"

I've never even heard of witches fighting each other. If that happens, at least the building won't just be sorry.

Tinasha, to the word of the contractor, gained his magic when he uttered his tongue small.

Lucrezia slapped herself on the temple with red nails when she heard one case.

"Xuckle, hey. I've never heard of it either."

"They were originally just a single territory. One day, all of a sudden, the magicians came together and became independent."

"That's frigid."

"... Oh, but speaking of which, sometimes these days, there are no strange ripples of magic up north?

Lucrezia raised her index finger and saw Tinasha walking next door. Tinasha shushes and waves.

"Maybe it's because I live north of here. It's faint. Sometimes I feel it. It's like a ripple in a magic lake."

"Magic Lake..."

Oscar noticed that he was walking behind him when he saw Tinasha, who had begun to think with a bite of his lip, with the eyes of Lucrezia seeing something terribly pitiful for a moment.

Tinasha at the time is focused on thinking. Ars turned around the corner of the hallway and appeared as he tried to speak to either of them. There's also Meredith right behind you.

Ars looked at Tinasha and the strange beauty next to her and then tried to find the Oscars behind them to thank her.

But then something happens that nobody would have expected.

When Meredith pulled out her sword silently, she cut to Tinasha.

"Nah!?

Ars solidifies for a moment in amazement.

Oscar won't arrive.

The cutting edge reaches Tinasha faster than Lucrezia puts up a fence.

At that moment, when everyone had a hunch that it was too late, Tinasha played the sword in front of his eyes, unconstructively, but quickly pulling out Lucrezia's hips dagger. Remove the sword and slide the blade straight down Meredith's throat, which has become defenseless.

It was the sword that Ars pulled out that reflexively blocked that counterattack, unprotected by Meredith. As he played Tinasha's dagger, he pushed Mereditna over to shelter his body and tried to point his cut at the witch, stopping the movement on the brink.

- - Acacia was stuck in his throat.

"What are you going to do?"

An angry voice strikes down Ars.

Ars stiffened his body to an unexpected lapse. His childhood tame raises a crazy voice behind him when he drops his body trying to kneel.

"You fooling witches! Get out of this country!!

"Meredith!"

The two men's reprimands overlap. It was obvious who you were referring to and saying.

Tinasha stares at Mereditna with dark eyes, laying down her long lashes.

Witch's face.

But now I'm not even smiling. Like a doll, the cropped appearance was just empty.

She opens her lips slightly towards Meredith.

"... they always say something similar... but I've never confused people from myself. You're on your own, aren't you?"

Unlike an expression that could not read anything, the voice was something that made my emotions burst out. The emotions you can just peep into are a little bit more complicated and mixed, and the person you're asking if what she's holding is sadness or anger or something more different.

Tinasha bites her lips a little.

A small voice squeezes out.

"... I don't even want people's hearts..."

Trembling voice.

Clear rejection.

But that's when Oscar did see a flaw shining in her darkened eyes.

Pulling Acacia, he reached out and put Tinasha in his arm. Slightly tap your thin back.

She didn't say anything more.

Lucrezia was concerned about how her friend was doing, but when she saw Oscar hugging Tinasha, she turned to Ars and Meredina. I stare at them both with a bitter face.

She's being manipulated.

"Huh."

"They're distracting me. Looks like we got some practice going on inside."

Lucrezia waved unconstitutionally. Meredith's body collapses. On the verge of hitting the floor, Ars took it.

"Can it be cured?

Oscar asked Lucrezia with his back turned. But the witch's response is grumpy.

"Why me?"

"Please."

Lucrezia tongued his ears after a frequent tour.

"It'll be expensive."

"Please"

To Tinasha's voice, Lucrezia sighed with a shudder.

Witches and two contractors were left in the hallway after Ars and Lucrezia left for treatment.

When Oscar touches the witch's cheek with both hands, he turns up. She smiled as she blinked one.

A happy, happy smile.

But Oscar knows it's not true. Smile as a mask. This is the face worn by an unusual woman to disguise herself as a person.

He just didn't want to pity his witch. That is by no means an emotion directed at her.

"When was the last time you cried?

Oscar asked.

I see my face in my dark eyes.

She stays laughing.

"I don't remember"

I replied.