Unnamed Memory

The blue and white light of the moon is plugging into the room.

A room in Castle Falsus, a witch sitting in a chair by the window, had received reports from a user demon.

This time it's not a report about the man I'm always looking for. 'Cause I came to see you with Tinasha's childhood name, a few investigative reports about Kuskul, a small country in the north.

Tinasha was listening with her cheeks caned and her eyes closed so that it would take more on the back of the chair. The blue moon illuminates the invisible appearance of emotions.

Eventually, when the report was all over, the witch just looked up at the moon in the sky with her shaky dark eyes.

"You've finally entered through a hole in the junction, but you've got quite a few magicians collected. There are many spiritualists."

The next day, in the office, she informed Oscar of the report from the demon.

He listens as he mourns the statue of ceramics placed on his desk. It's not funny, that's the obvious face you think.

"Are you going to collect so much and even wage war?

"You can't deny it. Looks like they're trying to recall the Demons."

"What about regular soldiers?

"You're about the same number as a magician. It's about two hundred, so it's never much, but I couldn't break into the royal palace..."

The number of magicians a normal country has is twenty or thirty. Whether it reaches fifty in a big country or not. There will be nowhere else on the continent, such as in a country that brings together as many as two hundred magicians.

Oscar captures and listens back to the witch's words.

"Is it a kingdom?

"Looks like it. I don't know who the king is, but you don't seem to be the original lord, the royalty of Tairi, or nobility."

"When it comes to a magical-centric state, it's more likely to be a magician."

Oscar put his arms behind his head. Then put your feet on the desk. Bad behavior, which I don't normally do, is a habit when he's having difficult thoughts.

"Can you put out a regular investigation for now? I don't think it's going to end well."

Copy that, sir.

"Bad"

Even if I have a bad feeling, I can't do anything about it at this stage.

Oscar took the unprocessed paperwork when he put his foot down. Put your hands on your chin.

"Speaking of which, he's not feeling well about Ettard."

"Really?

Old General Ettard is the oldest general and one nominally representing Falsus. The witch clouded her brows as she leaned against the wall. In its hands is a magic book borrowed from Lucrezia.

Oscar nodded carelessly.

"I'm old enough. She's weak and she can't wake up."

"And it's sudden. Ars will be worried."

"He was so adored by Ettard. I was taken care of, too."

Ars apparently walked into and out of Ettard's mansion before entering the castle to learn the sword. When he was younger, Ettard, the nation's best swordsman, spared no effort in teaching his children his arms, and Oscar was well handled from an early age.

Ettard, one day informed of the curse, as he taught him the sword

'Despair rots people. Be strong in your will. Results come with it'

I said. The words still remind me well.

Oscar looked up and looked back at the witch looking at herself.

"You'll die after me, won't you?

The witch was a little surprised and smiled like trouble.

Ettard then died three days later to sleep.

His artefacts, without family, were all entrusted to Ars by Ettard's own wishes after a modest funeral. And as for the witch's curse, which Ettard had been informed of, he was to be taken over to Ars by the king's permission.

The young general, who now stands at the apex of the martial officers with his fame, sighs after hearing a long story from Prince Wang.

"I didn't know there was such a curse..."

"It's annoying."

The day after the burial was not delayed, Ars, who came to greet the clerk's office, was having tea with Oscar, Lazar and Tinasha, bringing a smudge of sentiment. See the witch on the same table.

"Wouldn't it be a bad idea if Miss Tinasha hadn't married me"

"That's disconnected."

"I won't!!

To Oscar and Ars, who are strangely breathing together, Tinasha objected with a sticky face.

"I'm doing the analysis right! Now!"

"You don't have to."

"Don't be motivated!

Ars looks at the witch, angry at Oscar all the time, wondering.

"Where in Your Highness are you dissatisfied?

What is the problem with a master who seems to have roughly no shortcomings? A frank question never asked before struck the witch straight. When she rounds her eyes, she starts to worry seriously.

"Duh... even if they say... where is it?

Don't ask me.

Until then, Lazar pinched her mouth, drinking tea in silence.

"You don't like to make fun of people."

"Maybe."

"Lazar, you..."

Lazar shrugged her neck in her husband's chilling eyes. Tinasha takes back the word by breaking up a conversation that's going to be a barren mud.

"Well, we have more than six months, and we'll figure it out"

"Let's hope"

Oscar nodded with his objective words down.

Hi. I don't think the conversation is engaging, but I might as well not think deeply about it. Tinasha pulls the chair to stand up.

That's when my leg hit the table and the sugar cane that was placed on the edge fell to the floor. The lid breaks once the sound is clear.

"Oh, excuse me"

"Are you all right?

Tinasha picked up the sugar cane as she bent on the floor. Fortunately, the main unit is not cracked. When the witch puts her hands together, the zero dropped sugar rises and returns to the fold.

When Lazar received it, she began picking up and collecting fragments of the lid by hand. Oscar peering in from next door makes a strange face.

"Can't you fix it?

"You can't put the broken things back. Because even if you can stall time, you can't go back. If the fragments are bigger, we can stick them together, but if they smash, it's a little impossible...... sorry."

"No, I don't mind. Don't cut your fingers off."

"Yes."

Ars watched how it went and sighed to no one.

"Magic isn't universal, either."

"Because that's what creatures are supposed to die for."

The witch laughed and gave it back like that.

The girl, who slept round on a warm sleeping table, realized at some point that she was being taken out of there. Open your heavy eyes to drowsiness and you'll see that you're going down a dim hallway.

"I woke up?

Comfortable vibration and arms. The girl looked up at the man holding herself up.

I know him better, a man closer to me than anyone. The girl smiled with relief.

"What's wrong?

"I have good things to do. I want you to see it."

"Important?

"It's important. Just like you."

The girl will erupt into the gentle words of the man. It's not the kind of year to waver at words like that yet.

I loved the man who just thought so, and I was sure it was more important to her than anything else. When I feel safe, my eyelids get heavy again.

"But I'm still sleepy"

"You can sleep."

"... sleepy..."

The girl closed her eyes again.

And the two go down the long hallway.

When the sun was about to set, Oscar stood in front of her private room to confirm with Tinasha about the Kuskul investigation. Knock gently on the door but no reply.

"Tinasha, aren't you there?

When I put my hand on the door, I easily opened it in the back to see if it was unlocked. Instead, a junction can be seen at the entrance. Oscar hesitated a little, but crept through there. Fortunately, I can get through without any discomfort because I'm her contractor.

As soon as he entered the room, he found himself a witch.

She falls asleep, sitting in a chair, just beside a water basin with a tattoo floating around her. Oscar, who walked over, tried to touch that shoulder lightly, but he was tired or he didn't even move.

"Don't sleep in a chair..."

When Oscar squeaked so, he held her body up. Usually totally weightless, she can feel her weight just when she's unconscious, but still light.

The witch wandered for a moment but didn't wake up.

"The defenseless one"

He drops his eyes on the witch in his arms.

Sleek, soft body.

It's something I usually try not to be aware of, but when I'm touching this compelling existence, my desire to follow brings me to my head. I want to mouth it on white ceramic skin, mark it and make it my own. It's not possible or impossible, I just want to capture you. Emotions similar to carefree agitation smoke in the back of my chest.

But he also knew very well that it was not the essence of hope.

She really leaves it to him unconsciously. the life, not the mind or the body.

I can kill you at any time.

If you know and you're doing it, it's unpleasant.

And if you're doing it unconsciously - I loved you.

When did you become so obsessed? I can't laugh at my grandfather, he laughs bitterly.

I don't think so, if she wasn't a witch.

If I had, I probably wouldn't have even met her, and most importantly, I didn't want to deny the perennial times she'd gone through, the decisions she'd made there overlapping.

She looks perfectly alike, but unstable.

I don't want to know all about that past. If she doesn't say so, that's fine.

I guess what I want is no heart, no body, no soul, no life, just an obsession from her.

I want you to obsess with yourself. I want you to take this hand and say it's more important than anything. It's like a child. I think it's stupid.

But I don't think that's a bad idea right now.

When Oscar carried her body to the bedroom, he lay down softly to keep her awake.

But Tinasha suddenly jumps up when she tries to get out of the hand she was supporting. Stunning, or fearful, eyes looked up at Oscar.

He is surprised by the face of a witch he has never seen, and holds its head reflexively.

"Tinasha"

"Ah... Oscar...?

"Yes."

I could see her breathing deeply in her arms and pulling her strength out of her body. Release her hand and she was slightly blue, but the usual light is back in her eyes.

"Sorry, I had a bad dream..."

"Because I sleep in a chair."

When Oscar tapped her head lightly, she smiled, but it was somewhere weak. Tinasha looks up to the contractor with her wet eyes.

"What can I do for you?

"No, I'll see you later. Get some sleep."

It's not like I can't talk to you about Kuskul when he's not feeling well.

Oscar moves his hand around with it on his head, messing with his dark hair.

Even in my dreams, I wish there wasn't one thing that threatened her.

The soldier standing at the castle gate blinked as he looked up at the cloudy sky, which was still going to rain.

There's still time for a change. Hopefully he wouldn't get out if he could, he murmured in his heart.

I don't like damp air. Leather shoes will take a lot of time to get back to normal if they get wet. In the meantime, the only thing I'm tired of is replacing it with something I hate.

The soldier bit down his sigh - and found a silver-haired girl in a dimly lit city that stood out in the distance.

Apparently, the girl who walks over here finds herself a very poor beauty beauty bearer as she approaches. He is sixteen or seven years old, has shiny silver hair and his skin is white as snow. The big eyes were pale green and only the shapely lips were blushing red.

When the soldier was unexpectedly in love, she walked straight towards him and stopped her legs in front of him. And whisper reluctantly.

"Um... can I see Your Majesty? I'd like you to meet Mr. Ettard."

To the girl's words, the soldier turned his eyes round.

"Introduction to Ettard? From the afterlife?

"Stop joking that's not funny......"

Lazar frowned at her husband's bullshit. Drop your eyes on the paperwork at hand.

"Master Ettard said he was sending her a letter while he was alive. Anyway, Your Majesty is waiting for you, so please don't. Master Tinasha, please."

Called his name, Tinasha, who was cleaning up the tea utensil, looks back.

"Me too?

"Yes."

I wonder what it is.

I don't know.

With their necks tilted, they arrived in a hall where together they gathered under the Lazar's pull. There is already, besides King Kevin, the figure of the Interior Minister and Ars, Kum. During a brief glance, his subjects stood before the throne in a place of contemplation.

And a silver-haired girl stands anxiously in the center of them. Whoever would think it was beautiful, the girl looked at Oscar's face with a mixed look of anticipation and fear.

Tinasha glances at the girl and when she looks instantly surprised, she meets with her and falls back on the wall.

"Are you here?"

Kevin opened his mouth when he confirmed his son and his guardian.

"She said Milaris, she lived in the woods off the eastern border. They called me in before Ettard died."

"It's again... why?

"Because she's the woman who can be your wife."

Als and Lazar, who had already known the words, erased their expressions, Tinasha tilted her neck gently, and the Oscar of the day heard in dismay.

He returns to the Father King in a pompous manner.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about"

"Ever since I heard your explanation about Lord Tinasha's curse, I hear Ettard has been searching for me with all his own hands. A woman who can stand the curse. That's her."

Kevin looked at Tinasha leaning against the wall as he stopped his son with his eyes trying to pinch his mouth there.

"Lord Tinasha, how do you see her power? Are you going to stand the curse?

Tinasha, questioned, narrowed her eyes lightly and looked at Miralis. The girl realizes it and looks back.

"It's too much, but I think it's possible. Assist him with a little magic... Can you use magic, my lady?

Suddenly, Miralis, who was somewhere in love with Tinasha, replied hastily because she had been spoken to by a beautiful woman she had never even seen.

"Ha, ha. Oh, no... I can't use it..."

"Is that power born?

"No, we have women inheriting power from generation to generation. My grandmother died a while ago... so I took over."

"Hmm. When I have my hands free, I'll make it and give it to Kum as well. Call him if you feel better."

Kum nodded in response to Tinasha's gaze. When the king breathes relief, he commands the girl.

"Then Miralis will be an Oscar-worn woman for a while. Lazar, tell me all about it."

"Wait a minute!

Oscar, the party that had been left behind, raised his voice. Kevin responds to his son with a firm face.

"What?

"I don't need that."

"Don't say anything stupid. You think you can do everything on your own?

"I didn't say that. Just..."

"We just met. She and you are both young. Don't deny it from the beginning."

Kevin stood up when he cut the story off there. He's not willing to hear any objections, and he's just leaving the room. When Oscar heard the sound of being locked trying to follow him, he looked back at the razal that was behind him.

"... I said wait a minute...!

"Your Highness... I know how you feel, but don't..."

Lazar, whose neck was tightened out in anger, shrugged in tears as she was but remained.

From that day on, Miralis became the woman to look after Oscar.

Even so, they don't know who they are or what they are, while under the guidance of Lazar and other female officials. But everything was so hard and memorable that her reputation spread as a little bit but quite something in the castle.

Most importantly, it is the Oscars of the day who think it is least interesting. He looked bitter when he sipped the girl's brewed tea, as usual when he was on the butler's desk.

"Oh, um... wasn't it delicious? Shall I brew it back?"

"No, I don't mind."

A man doesn't even hide his flashy expression. Miralis looked like she was about to cry for a moment, but when she could enjoy herself for a long time, she stepped back.

A week after her arrival, Tinasha had barely shown up in the office.

Originally, with Lucrezia's help, the analysis began to progress, albeit marginally, and she began to spend most of her free time on it. "Just in time," said Miralis, "the witch is drawn to her room or tower, and it is up to her to analyze.

I knew it was for me, but the Oscars weren't funny about that, and I was also angry that people who didn't often think of witches were welcome about Milaris, who was obviously welcomed as a candidate for the bride.

Tinasha has always helped me with other chores than Oscar's protection. I don't like the narrowness of human horizons that I can't justly appreciate because I'm a witch about it. My father, the king, thought he knew, but it is the beginning and the end of pushing Milaris against him.

Oscar unconsciously took a long sigh. The girl who was holding back on the wall speaks out in horror.

"Um, have you been rude to me?

"Nothing. Will you stay back until I call you?"

"... Yes"

When she leaves the room with an item on, a lassard enters the room in the wrong place. He held his head in his heart when he saw Oscar's grumpy face.

"Your Highness..."

"What?"

"It's nothing..."

Lazar handed Oscar the documents he had brought. He receives it without breaking his soothing expression.

"What about Tinasha?

"Looks like you're back at the tower today"

……

Oscar closed his eyes and held his temples for a while, but suddenly stood up. Run the documents given back to Lazar.

"Your Highness!?

"Take the paperwork to your father. Sometimes I want you to work."

Lazar rushed after her husband, who tried to abandon her and go to the door.

"Duh, where are you"

"Tower. I'll be back at night"

Leaving that to say, Oscar leaves the door shut abusively.

The remaining razal stared seriously at the paperwork in his hand and dropped his disappointing shoulder.

"Ya, you free?

"Does it look like it?

The witch, who was chanting for analysis, at some point gave it back succinctly to Lucrezia, sitting in the window of the tower. When you raise your face from the basin, it breaks down somewhat.

"But I'm progressing a lot thanks to you. I think I'll be able to analyze them all in a little while."

Lucrezia glanced at Tinasha's words, smiling lightly.

"Your hard work and talent will take your head off."

"It's more serious than Lucrezia."

When Tinasha stopped her hand, she ordered Litra to bring tea utensils and hot water. It will fit just in time to take a break. I start making tea for my friends.

"Tell me how to make that baked sweet next time"

"Fine. It's not that hard."

Lucrezia naturally took a seat at the tea when she went down the window. I look up at the brunette witch preparing the cup as she wraps her brown curly hair around her fingers.

"You don't have to pack your roots so much, I just wish you had kids"

"Are you serious? … and I'm sorry for your loss."

"To?"

To a good friend, Tinasha told a story about Miralis. The tea leaves steamed better as we talked, so I start pouring.

Lucrezia listened pompously, but when she had heard it all, she looked at Tinasha with a frightened eye.

"What's that? Pretty suspicious."

"That's right... he's a good kid. I put on surveillance for once, though."

"What would you do if there was a mastermind?"

"I'll deal with it when my tail comes out, though. Well, a half-breed magician can't do anything about him right now."

Lucrezia looked disgusted as soon as possible, though in a language that could also be regarded as trust in the contractor.

"If you know what I mean, you better take care of it."

"What's an outline, Oscar's?

"I hope you don't work out for such a dangerous person and leave him alone in the field."

Tinasha roared small with pain. I didn't teach her anything in particular, but this friend seems to know she trained Oscar to do it. Tinasha waved powerless in white eyes.

"It's okay. He's not the one who wants to wield his power without darkness..."

"No matter how firm you are, you're only twenty. There you go. I'd rather not be with a dead person like you."

"Me, are you dead...?

"In a way, very"

I don't know if I should be happy or angry when they say that.

Without coming up with a response, Tinasha placed the cup poured with tea in front of Lucrezia.

A bright white ceramic is filled with a light red clear liquid. Lucrezia put her mouth on with a full grin.

"I really like your tea."

"Thanks"

When Tinasha gets to the chair herself, she braces her chin with both elbows on the table behaving badly. Reflected once again on the situation with regard to the problems faced by the contractor.

"But I think it's a good thing we have more options. Don't you think you should have a choice, especially about who you're married to? I'm sorry I'm the only one here."

"Are you serious?

"There's no particular room for jokes."

Lucrezia held her head whether it was okay to call the unconsciousness of her usually satirical friend blunt.

- - Is she really unaware?

Not by fear, like any other human being, not by worship and vision, like Legius, but just by the fact that Oscar sees her as someone who is there.

If she thinks her value is solely her power and skill, then if she thinks she's taken care of because of it, I think she doesn't know much about herself.

Lucrezia tries to make a specific point, but she keeps her mouth shut. I advise you more essential things instead.

"Because you were human before you were a witch."

Tinasha didn't answer that, she just hung on.

After Lucrezia returned, Tinasha, who was once again concentrating on the analysis, finally looked up after being called several times by Litra. Look down at the user demon standing in front of you.

"What?"

"So there's a challenger here"

Tinasha frowned at the report.

"The entrance must be closed."

"Looks like you were in the transfer formation. Mr. Oscar."

"Huh."

The witch was surprised that she was about to collapse the pattern she was analyzing. Hurry up and apply the fixation technique.

"Are you stopping the setup?

"It's moving. But..."

"Tinasha!"

There's a rambling noise opening the door, and her contractor comes in to get Acacia. She welcomed it with an indescribable look.

"Wow..."

"What, the reaction?"

"You're simultaneously updating the minimum number of people record and the minimum time record...... It's time we truly crossed the human horizon."

"I don't care about that"

When Oscar put his sword away, he held the tall witch up like a toddler, but somewhat more aptly than that. I look up at her dark eyes that are taken aback.

"You, why don't you look at me?"

'Cause I'm busy.'

The witch glanced at the water basin that lay next to her. Oscar is also followed to see it.

On a water basin placed on a pedestal, a pattern of red thread intricately intertwined floated with light. Oscar, who knows what that means better than anyone, returns it with a voice that suppresses frustration though.

"You won't have to hurry"

"I want to do it while I can."

A frank, pale reply is something that makes you feel distant. voices as if trying to separate people from witches for years.

Oscar closes his eyes instead of sighing. I put the witch down from the top of my arm. When she stands on the floor with a gentle lift, she supports that arm.

"I think you've been in a hurry lately."

"Come on, I've been alive a long time. Now."

The witch broke her face. Oscar is just a little relieved that he can't see a clue in his eyes. When I still had her next door, I unconsciously told myself.

Oscar mutters like a solitaire as he ascertains its feel through his fingers to his pitch-black hair.

"Tea tastes bad without you, and I'm in trouble."

"No way, you're telling that to that girl,"

"I didn't put it in my mouth"

Tinasha turned a frightened eye to Oscar, who said otherwise that he was putting it on his face. She floats in space just a little bit and stands at the same height of her eyes as Oscar.

"Please draw more of your father's feelings. I've been thinking about you."

"That's not a good direction."

"Even so. I feel responsible for your witch's curse. I can't believe I'm going to marry a witch for that. Your father doesn't want you involved with witches."

"Me and my dad are different, and you and the silent witch are different"

"Oscar......"

Oscar felt the need to make concessions to the voice of a witch. Cool your head consciously.

Dark eyes right in the front are looking at themselves. It's a rare woman's eye.

"Okay. Bad."

Admitting the non-existent, the witch smiled relieved. She grabs the sky with her white hand, "Oh, speaking of..." A vial appeared there. There is red liquid inside.

"Here you go."

"What is this, blood?

Oscar, who received the vial, put it over his eyes. Thick and shaky is the glossy red colour that melts in the pomegranate.

"It's my blood. Use it when needed."

"Okay."

When we need to loosen the line, I guess that means. Oscar put the vial in his clothes.

I checked that. As she goes down to the floor, she points to the water basin with her well-shaped fingers.

"Almost done with the analysis. Then I'll be back by your side again, and if she doesn't like it yet at that time, you can say so. Well, he's not in there, I think he's a good kid."

"Are you going that far"

"I'm trying."

As she turned to the basin and put her hands on it, the tattoo slowly began to spin. Spookily delicate, Oscar peeks over the witch's head at it.

"You don't think that girl is suspicious?

"I think a little bit. I keep an eye on you, so don't worry about it. If anything happens, I'll take care of it."

"Usually you're annoyed to be careful."

"Isn't it pathetic when you were innocent? At least trust you."

Kind in a weird place, Oscar retained the word.

Would I have liked to see her jealous even more?

If you say it's not the case, it's a lie. But I also knew that I couldn't hope for such a reaction in my current state. The kindness that doesn't bind her to anything is a little hateful.

But we still have time. There is no need to rush. He had wonder and confidence.

Tinasha had put her hands together to add chant for a while, but took a breath and looked at the intricate tattoo with a sad look. A sigh falls on the floor.

"This is the only place I've said this nonsense."

"What?"

"This' blessing 'that the silent witch put on you. When you look at the composition... I think it's really beautiful. It beautifully wraps up complex and delicate configurations, there's nothing extra, and there's a sigh of sigh."

"Is that what it is"

Seen, the pattern consisting of nearly twenty circle rings and the yarns that accompanied them made a form that could be said to be beautiful as if it were one work of art. Oscar, who has never seen his curse with such eyes before, once again sees himself in a complex configuration. A witch waved a small shake right next to her.

"Looking at this, I know that love and hatred are front and back. I'm so scared."

Oscar is silent without her meaning.

- What is love and what is hatred? What is she afraid of?

But if you ask, you're probably not willing to answer.

So he turned his arms from behind to the luxurious body of a seemingly unstable witch. Put your jaw over your little head and peek into the white look. I could see her laughing small.

"If you're free, make me dinner"

"Yes, sir."

She responded to him with warm hands.