Unnamed Memory

Tinasha knew that for years it alone had the power to corrupt people.

No matter how strong your thoughts were, the time will soon pass and it will be just a task. Even pain can be forgotten. That is an essential element for a person to live.

But... I wonder what I am.

I rely only on strong thoughts to cross eternal times.

Will I still have that thought? Is it not perverted?

If you're just under the illusion that you still have thoughts.

If that's going to be a task.

I should die then. I was supposed to die once, like that day.

Tinasha had a fever that night.

Lucrezia, who went to see a doctor, says it comes from mental fatigue.

Lucrezia complained but treated Mereditna and drugged Tinasha overnight.

Oscar doesn't know what conversation the two witches had that night.

It was just Lucrezia returning and Tinasha, who had been up since the following afternoon, seemed completely back to her as usual.

"I'm sorry. I'm ready for any kind of disposition."

In the office, Ars and Meredith were bowing their heads to a witch with a troubled face. Meredith is either affected by the surgery or still pale. Tinasha shook her first glimpse at the contractor sitting at the desk toward the two of them.

"Um, don't apologize...... oh, there are few people who can escape if they do that. Instead, let me apologize for not noticing. I'm sorry."

To Tinasha, who said so and bowed her head deeply, Meredith nearly had zero tears.

I don't remember anything at all since I fell asleep in the courtyard yesterday. Hearing more from Ars, she even wanted to disappear because of her breadth and insistence.

Tinasha feels her mood like that, peeks into Meredith, who doesn't look up, and takes that hand.

"I'm so sorry. Even if it takes time, I will make amends for the human being who did it to you."

Meredith's words didn't take shape. I just squeezed my lips and nodded.

"So you don't know where that chest shit bad messenger is anymore"

"Looks like he left the castle capital yesterday."

After Ars and Meredith left, Oscar questioned Lazar, who he would refrain from beside as he put his legs together. Makes me want to tongue the answer as expected.

"It's 90% black, but there's no proof."

It is a perfectly well-placed souvenir. I just think I'm giving blood trails to offend people.

Oscar threw up with abomination.

"You better get an investigation out of Kuskul."

"I'll send out a demon for you. Because it's easier to avoid magic than to send people."

Tinasha grinned bitterly as she brewed her tea. Lazar cares about that. For watching her pale last night, you must be worried.

Oscar, who received the cup, looked up at the witch.

"You, you can rest some more."

"I'm fine. It's really sturdy."

"Not very convincing"

Hot air tickles his face. When I applied my mouth, the good smell filled my lungs.

Tinasha stares at him as he stands beside him. Oscar looked up feeling something to say to that gaze.

"What?

"No, hey, can you hang out for about two hours after work?

This is the first time she has ever mentioned these things. What a breeze, Oscar thought, but he didn't put it in his mouth.

"I don't care what."

"On the Eight"

…………

"Acacia, please bring it"

"... ok"

Oscar took a small sigh of sigh to the witch who turned her back with a full smile on her face so that she could not tell.

In one corner of Tinasha's own chamber, a small transfer formation was depicted as to when it was prepared.

The tip of Oscar's metastasis, as she tells me, is a wide circular space that looks familiar. The surrounding walls were made of smooth scraps of blue ore. If you look up, there's no ceiling, it's blown out, and you can't see far and well beyond.

"Tower."

"Hit"

The transition formation became invisible when Tinasha waved lightly. When he looks around, he puts simple questions on his mouth.

"Why are you here?"

"The magic that hits the wall here will be absorbed, and because my junction is full, I can almost nullify the protective junction. And then, well, I don't really want to be seen."

Tinasha, dressed in black magic, said so, walking a little away from Oscar. Show him to wave and distance at the same time. Oscar stepped back according to it.

"A month from today. Have me hang out here for two hours a day. Be careful not to die. Good luck."

She grabbed the sky mostly with her right hand. A wave of sword appears in his hand.

Half an instant, the flashing Oscar finally realized the situation and smiled nervously.

Tinasha then reaches out her left hand. A blue flame burned up in my white hand.

"Okay, I'll go"

When the witch said so, she kicked the floor gently.

"Eight Hits" was spectacular.

When we played a mock game, the witch said we weren't much help, but that was only if we were fighting in conjunction with the Oscars, and he got to wonder how hard it was to fight her as she kept her distance and attacked.

"Well, it's my first day, and is this what it is?"

Moving to the top floor of the tower, Tinasha said like nothing happened when she finished healing Oscar's wound, which was sitting neatly in the chair.

He receives the water that Litra brings. I felt a little tired when I included cold water in my mouth. Oscar takes a breath and looks up at Tinasha, who wipes his face with a cloth squeezed with water.

"May I ask why?

She grinned and nodded.

"There's a lot going on, and I can't say it at all, but if you're going to say it to a big mess, do you mean you want me to have a lot of options?"

"Choice?"

"When something happens from now on, I don't want you to regret that 'if you had more power, there would be another way'. I want you to choose the path you want out of as many choices as you can. That's why."

When she said that, she stroked Oscar's head like she was always being done.

Slowly touchable hands are as gentle as mothers.

Or maybe she's the one in the past who didn't have a choice and felt hard. Oscar vaguely thought so, but the imagination felt right for some reason.

He shuts his eyes in silence. Her hands were comfortable combing her hair.

Then every day, Oscar started training witches.

He slept without dreaming to heal his fatigue, as he received magic for only two hours but not less every day. Of course the wound is healed, but the fatigue doesn't help the witch either.

I may have trained so hard since I was a boy who understood the curse and just craved power. The witch thoroughly taught how to cope with a mage's ranged attack with mighty power, and a mage's mid-range attack that does some standing around. Sometimes she was the only opponent, and sometimes her demon was added as an avant-garde, and the attack was extremely diverse.

"You must see magic in the first place."

Tinasha said so in a sigh when she stopped her hand to Oscar, who had her legs tangled up in an invisible cramp to create a gap.

"You saw it at the mock game. Don't let your mental state dictate you."

"That being said... I just feel like I can see"

"You have qualities that would otherwise make you a magician... Well, I don't think you can be because it's not for you."

"Either you can be or you can't be"

Tinasha broke the curse when she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's time for two hours. Let's get this over with. You should get some sugar and some sleep."

Once again, body fatigue pushes me as a real feeling when I'm pointed out. A rapid sleeper attacked his entire body.

"Oh, hey, don't sleep here"

I can hear the witch rushing back, but Oscar kept his eyes closed, unable to reply to it either.

When he woke up, Oscar was being put to sleep in a dark room.

It's not his private room. All body wounds were blocked, blood wiped off and a new jacket was put on.

When I get up and look out the window, the moon is illuminating the wilderness. There is no other room this high. It was a witch's bedroom on the top floor of the tower.

Looking back, there is zero light coming out of the gap in the door that leads to the next door. When he opened the door, he saw a witch standing with her back to the center of the bright room. Unlike his earlier outfit, he is wearing a magical outfit with long hair tied up and deep cuts in the left leg area.

She lay her hands on the water basin and chanted at the tattoos that floated on it. He seems to be concentrating too much, and he doesn't even seem to notice that he came into the room.

As Oscar stood behind her, he stroked her white feet, which were mumbling. Mouth on thin shoulders.

The witch seemed to realize his presence for the first time with it. He looked up behind him and said, "Are you awake?" and smile bitterly. For the first time in the rest of the flat, Oscar frowned when he let go of his hand.

"You're too defenseless."

"I've been concentrating... so I'll notice when the intruder arrives."

"Not really. Be more angry when they touch you sticky."

Tinasha frowned whether she felt unreasonable when told by the sticky touching person. When she applied the procedure to secure the tattoo, she turned to him.

"As long as you're angry and angry, you don't have to touch it from the beginning. Plus, I'm complaining if I'm ticklish or intrusive. I'm used to you."

…………

On the spot Oscar silenced with an indescribably intricate look, the witch left the room to put a drink in. Five minutes later, I come back with something warm with sugar in the sweet fruit liquor.

"I sent a message to the castle."

"Oh, bad"

Oscar mouthed when he received the cup.

Pretty sweet.

Sweet enough to be dizzy.

Take a sip and look up, unexpectedly.

"Drink."

But the witch's voice was thrown overhead as I saw it. He reluctantly carries the cup to his mouth. With every sip I took, I felt like a world I didn't know approached.

When he managed to put a substitute for the violence of sweetness in his stomach up to half the time, Oscar put the cup down. Raise another topic before the witch notices you.

"Basically, what is magic or magic?

"You ask a very fundamental question…"

'Cause I don't know.

Tinasha sat down in a large box placed by the window. The moonlight illuminates her, creating a shadow on the floor.

"Magic is interference with phenomena using magic by the will of individuals."

"... I have no idea."

"Listen to me till the end..."

The witch snarled her fingers with a shuddering face. The lights that were illuminating the room go out. The same darkness dominated the indoors as outside.

"For example, I wish this room was bright right now. - That's where I light the lights. Whether you magically make the lights appear or light the lamp, the result is the same. It brightens up."

She rang her finger again. The light in the room returns in an instant.

"This is interference with the phenomenon by the will of the individual. That is what humans do in living a normal life. So, magic does it not with flesh or words, but with magic."

"Oh, you know what?"

"Yes. If we're going to talk about a little more stepping in, there are a lot of laws that are used to interfere with the flesh, such as things falling from top to bottom, moving if you can touch things and force them, right? Meanwhile, magically, these laws also exist in the world. It's just that it's the same spatially as the visible world, but it doesn't usually work naturally because it's in a slightly off position. It just exists. Can we get this far?

"Oh."

Oscar nodded and began to draw water from the water to eliminate the sweet aftertaste.

"Mages attract that law with magic and use it to interfere with phenomena. It just doesn't work with physical interference or pushing heavy stones from the front, but it's easier if you use a shrimp or wheels, right? That kind of mechanism magically falls into the configuration. If you put together a configuration, and you move it with magic, you can do even greater things with the same magic than not using a configuration. The more complex the configuration, the harder it is to put together, but the more effective it is."

The witch played her finger again when she said so. A red thread appears intricately intertwined in front of her. Perhaps this is the configuration. Tinasha went on to talk about erasing the tattoo with a wave of her hand.

"Some laws for magic are probably undiscovered just because some of them are known, and even laws that are already known become completely different techniques depending on what configuration they use.... Okay?

"Mostly."

I understand, but I feel like I'm in a magician's lecture. Oscar went on to ask.

"Where is it decided without magic?

"It's something I don't know if it's by the flesh or by the soul, but it's totally innate. Blood muscles seem to have some influence, too, but they are not absolute. People with magic can be born, and people without it can't be trained to be magical."

"What about me?

"… Yes"

"I didn't know."

Never before has a magician appeared in the direct line of the Pharsus royal family. The blood muscle is not absolute, but I still felt unexpected. Or has there ever been someone whose royalty had qualities but ended up unaware?

Tinasha smiles bitterly and points to the sword he has.

"But you can't use magic as long as you have Acacia. Because I can't concentrate the magic in my body. Even my guardian kingdom is quite a complex combination to coexist with Acacia."

I didn't want to break the line because it was hard, the witch's words finally resounded in the Oscars with a sense of reality. Indeed, the sword that cleaves magic and the magic that protects its users from all attacks are not normally conceivable and coexistent. Once again, the difficulty of being there makes me wonder how much skill she put into realizing it.

The witch continued smiling and leaning her neck.

"You should be able to see more magic than just have magic. Maybe you can't because you don't think you can see it, can you? Try to be conscious tomorrow."

"... ok"

Tinasha stood in front of Oscar as she stepped down from the box where she was sitting. Let your palms face forward with a cute trick.

"Now what? Do you want to go back to the castle? If you're hungry, I'll make something."

Oscar was a little overwhelmed by his last choice.

"Can you cook"

"You can do that. How many years do you think you've lived alone?"

"About a thousand years?

"If you're serious, I'll sweep you up tomorrow."

Oscar tapped lightly, as usual, the witch's head with a smile that seemed to swoop away.

"Then I'll have it made"

"Yes, sir."

The witch disappeared into the kitchen when she returned her heel. Until the month of the covenant, it is two weeks' night.

The next day, he was not swept away, but Oscar was surrounded by a sea of fire.

The circle of fire emitted by Tinasha surrounds him greatly. I couldn't stop sweating just standing and was going to be distracted by the considerable enthusiasm.

"Get out of here before you fall or burn."

A witch floating in the air said softly as she looked down at the Oscar. If you are going to play, come back by noon, it is as easy as that.

"It's pretty hot..."

To try it, Oscar tried to cut the wall of fire in front of him.

The red wall opened a gap for a moment so as to avoid Acacia, but the fire burned again from the edge where the sword passed, blocking it back once in a while. Witch advice comes down.

"Don't hang up normally. Watch the magic flow. There must be a wedge in the configuration."

"And even if they say..."

That's what I've found out over the past two weeks, Tinasha has no mercy if she decides to teach. Of course you're being careful, but it's so harsh that it's strange that you didn't die before.

But for that matter, Oscar also had a real sense that he was wearing it. Originally the arms of the sword outweigh Tinasha, and there is a real battle inquiry. He absorbed the way the dry sand sucked water the way he fought the magician by the precise training of his guardians.

"I'm not asking you to look me in the eye. Look with that eye. The composition of magic must be in the flames."

"Okay."

If you lose your mind, you're going to fall. Oscar stared at the wall of flames as he wet his forehead sweat. The flames that change color and shape every bit but still retain their essence are shaking to confuse the beholder.

Oscar breathed slowly and stopped.

Clean your head. Just believe the witch's words.

I closed my eyes in a thin breath, and when I opened them, I could see thin threads of the same color swaying in the flames. It circles through the walls of fire, drawing spirals, and is made up of large circles.

He glances around the circle with only his head. There was only one place where the line was stiff. Oscar walks over to the flames when he sets up Acacia and gently cuts that spot to unravel.

It is about the moment when the cutting-edge of the sword touches the wedge and severs it.

The circle of flames lost its configuration for emergence and dispersed as if it had rewound time. Afterwards, there will only be a great deal of enthusiasm.

"Brilliant."

As he looked up with Acacia in his sheath, the witch was happily clapping her hands.

It was early since I could see the magic. Tinasha said, "Didn't you need a month? So much so that I said."

Of course the magical composition, when the pre-configuration magic can also be felt, the training mostly took the form of a live battle.

"Hmm, I'd like to let you fight humans for a bit"

Tinasha, who was lightly defeated by the demons he had recalled for training, leaked that way when it took more by the wall. Oscar is plucking the blood of demons on his sword with a cloth.

"Don't tell me to let the bugs fight"

"I've never played with that..."

"I do."

Tinasha looked disgusted. Wave to erase the demon body on the floor.

"Do you want our magician to deal with you?

"Once a normal magician has dealt with you, you will be stuck and unable to sleep at night. I'd prefer someone less smug."

The witch shook her head. That's when the wall opposite the one she's leaning against opens inside without sound. I saw several humans standing outside the door.

"That."

"You didn't close it?

"Looks like."

Tinasha, failing and whining, even came next to Oscar, near the center.

There are five men out there. They looked surprised to see the two people who were already inside when they came in scared. He seems particularly distracted by Tinasha's beauty.

"What are you guys doing here?

"Challenge the tower?

Oscar and Tinasha looked at each other in difficulty in responding, but she hit her hand when she smiled so innocently that she came up with a good thing. Oscar has largely figured out what he came up with, but I sincerely hope that the anticipation falls off.

She floated in the air as she took a step forward. Observe the five astonishing visitors.

Where there are two swordsmen, a midrange equipped magician with a bow, a long-range equipped magician, and a defensive specialist magician?

impeccable, the witch smiled lusciously.

"Welcome to my tower. Excuse me all of a sudden."

I get a blur in her greeting. Oscar held his head downstairs. One of the swordsmen asks Tinasha with his sword.

"You're the witch?

"Yeah. They were looking for me, weren't they?

"Will you fulfill your wishes?

"If you have the power"

A whisper is exchanged among the men in the words of the witch. Another young swordsman walked out.

"Will any wish come true?... for example, you look like a very good woman, but if I tell you I want you, will it come true?

"I don't mind."

"Tinasha!"

The witch stood down next to a grumpy contractor, giggling.

"But if I have the strength, I'm talking. I would have asked you to climb the tower to the top floor, but it's special today."

When she rang her fingers, the door, which had been left open, closed. The men who lost their way out are breathtaking.

Tinasha told him glossy when he showed Oscar with his white fingers.

"Fight him and beat him. That way we can make what you want come true."

The tension between the men eases slightly. I guess you thought it was easier than challenging the tower that the challenger would not return. A magician with a bow came forward.

"One-on-one?

"No, all of you, please"

Tinasha leaned in Oscar's ear as she rose again.

"Intervene so the dead don't answer, so fight them fully."

"You..."

Hang in there.

Sounds like a lot of fun. Oscar felt like he had become a bug.

But complaining doesn't start. He puts his hands on Acacia.

I was then able to see the men entering one combat position after another. He looks up at the witch watching the game from the air, then at the other young swordsman. He's a man who's been in love with Tinasha for a while now.

Oscar shrugged with an ironic face.

"Let's start with him."

Tinasha slaps her hand.

Put that on the signal. The battle has started.

The result was almost instantaneous killing.

Stepping toward the young swordsman at a terrible rate, Oscar dazzled the swordsman's body as he raced through the defensive junction stretched by his opponent's magician in Acacia.

Just before Acacia touches her body, her figure scratches off. I assume Tinasha transferred it after judging it fatal.

Oscar, wearing the sword of another swordsman as he struck in, jumped in front of the magician who was trying to keep his bow on him and cut up his body.

Without looking at the magician who was transferred with a stunned face, Oscar jumps back once.

A swordsman steps in there.

He confirmed horizontally that the magician was beginning to chant attack magic. Meet the sword with the swordsman and wave Acacia down his shoulder in the fifth place.

At that time, the magic of finishing the chant struck me as a giant jaw of wind.

He only reaches out his right hand and smashes the nucleus of the composition. I jumped toward a magician who was stunned by too much. Feel the invisible curse stretched by another magician from behind, flashing it off. The figure disappeared when he poked his sword at a magician who rushed to start another chant.

Looking back, he sees the last magician with a butt cake and puts a blade on his opponent's throat.

"It's over."

After a beat, the last one metastasized.

"That's lame."

"Bad taste, man."

"Excuse me."

The witch comes down in a good mood while apologizing. Oscar held Akersia in his sheath. Tinasha smiles as she combs her messy Oscar hair back.

"It's a better finish than I expected. Let's end this today."

"Are you sure? We've still got five days."

"It doesn't really make any more sense. Good luck."

The witch went down to the floor from inside Oscar's arms. Seeing that luxury, Oscar squeaks without surprise.

"If I fight you with all my might, can I win?

I didn't really think of that.

The opponent is the most powerful witch. I just came out with my mouth shut.

Tinasha looked up at Oscar, however, with a lonely indifference that could not fit in his eyes, as he tilted his little neck.

"I don't know... it would be boring to find out now"

She lays down her long black eyelashes. Clear glow in the dark eyes.

Little lips carved a grin, and at that time she looked like just a girl, like a witch who had lived eternal times.

Oscar was a little frightened by her glance, but stroked his little head pretending not to notice it.

"I won, so do something for me."

"I hope it's something you can do right away. I've worked hard so far.... I would accept it if it was anything other than marriage"

"Don't get ahead of me"

"Learned"

Tinasha returned it firmly, opening a transfer gate to return to the castle. Reach for Oscar.

When he took that hand, she smiled, for some reason, like relieved, then a little sad.