Unnamed Memory

It was a day when the sun was rarely seen in the midst of cloudy weather.

That said, sitting in a chair placed in the courtyard, the weather has nothing to do with Ars, who has been troubled for a long time now. I'm just putting my feet together with a depressing look on my face.

He had an anxiety element that had stood out over the past few days, but he had a head for never getting caught by anyone who could talk to him about it. I can't tell the usual person I talk to, Meredith, and I can't find the person I want to tell. - Should I tell the others?

Something descends from above into Als' sight as he rings his finger shabby. When I looked up it was a little red dragon. It is wrapped in paper.

When he sat on his back and opened his mouth to call that name.

"Nark!"

The same words echoed in the courtyard first.

A voice that often passes similar to a thin whistle. The dragon responds by shaking his head small to his husband's call.

The brunette witch fluttered down the corridor upstairs facing the courtyard. Admitting that appearance, Ars shouts out unexpectedly.

"Miss Tinasha!!

Suddenly he shouted his name from the side, and Tinasha looked at Ars in surprise.

"What is it?"

"I've been looking for you, but I didn't get caught..."

"Ugh. Excuse me."

Tinasha stood before Ars again as she stepped down to the ground with her shoulders flaunted. Nark stops on that shoulder.

"What's wrong with you?

Ars silently takes her hand and invites her into the shade a little further from the building. Meanwhile, Nark slowly flew away as he dropped the paper wrap into his husband's hand. After dropping it off, Ars cuts out the story in a whisper when he looks at the witch.

"I'm talking about Miralis..."

"Yes."

"I checked Master Ettard's artifacts, but I don't know how I found her. There is no indication that he put out any use on the eastern border, nor is there an exchange of letters. The letter she brought was indeed Ettard's handwriting, but I find it suspicious."

Tinasha was listening with a finger on her chin and a serious look, but when she finished listening, um, she muttered small. Open your mouth like it's hard to say.

"Actually, I kept my mouth shut because Oscar was going to be loud, but as soon as I came to this castle, I was checking to see if there was a woman who had the potential to be his wife once for the whole continent. … and as a result, there were no witches."

"Wasn't it because Milaris' grandmother had the power at the time?

"I didn't even play it at my age. Then the witch is the first to rule it out. Nonetheless, no woman was as powerful as Miralis is today. So I thought it was a little strange."

"What about the others?

"I didn't say. It's a corner opportunity, so I kind of wanted Oscar to see her without preconceptions..."

Ars looked up to heaven unexpectedly.

Dull or missing in unexpected places? I felt the strange care of this beautiful witch complicated the situation.

Tinasha, who doesn't know what's in Ars's heart like that, is arm-wrapped and conceived.

"Later. If there's anything behind it, I don't know if the Falsus Royal Family is what it's all about or if it's what it's all about to get me out of here. If you know one way or the other, there's a way out."

"Uh, I see."

Ars remembers a Kuskul messenger who came about two months ago. If the mastermind is them, there should be no use for the royal family if we pull Tinasha away from Farsas.

What the hell is the purpose of this one - reconsidering Ars realised that someone was standing in the shadow of a pillar on the ground floor section facing the courtyard. Didn't you see Ars captured himself over there, looking at the blurry courtyard?

He looked at the witch with a bad smile on his face when he gently checked his opponent so he wouldn't look at you too much.

"Miss Tinasha, you have a good hand"

"Yeah?"

"You are the purpose, Your Highness is the purpose. Let's broil it out."

When Ars said so, he turned his hand around Tinasha's waist and drew a thin body. When I capture her jaw with my other hand, I turn up. She glanced at her surprise for a moment, but immediately smiled bitterly at her understanding and closed her eyes. Turn your white arms around his neck.

Ars looked softly at her cheeks resembling smooth ceramics. If you look inside the building, you should look like you're mouthing it. He loosened his arms, confirming the signs that the person in the shadow of the pillar was walking away like he was in a panic. When I saw it, Tinasha was throating and laughing.

"People are bad."

"It's useful, and two birds with one stone"

That's what Ars said and made me try to close one eye.

It was Milaris who was in the shadow of the pillars. I checked with my eyes. Both Ars and Tinasha, who were keeping an eye on her, knew that.

I knew it and made it look like they were lovers to each other. If her purpose was Oscar, she'd be happy, but if Tinasha had a better purpose, she'd have some kind of hand on Falsus' general being her lover.

Ars pounds his shoulder.

"Now if you're going to get your tail out of this, that's quick."

"Is it worth crossing a dangerous bridge?

The witch smiled as pranky as a child. Ars shows her, shrugging his neck, to what he apparently thinks of as other personnel.

"I think His Highness would kill me..."

"Is it okay to be splashed by Meredith?

……

The witch floated with a grin that tickled at the silent Ars. Put your mouth in a man's ear.

"I'll let you know if I find anything."

"Please."

She disappeared into the universe as it was.

Als, relieved that the anxiety element he had grabbed on his chest had disappeared, went to the kitchen to pick up a drink in the mood of a shoulder load, headed to the training ground.

Without even noticing that someone was watching him from the corridor section on the third floor.

"Ars, where have you been?"

Corridor entrance to the training area. Apparently she waited right outside of it. When Meredith found the childhood tame, she threw her cloth full of strength to polish her sword.

Ars takes it with one hand, smiling bitterly.

"Bad, bad. I'll be in training soon."

"Your Highness will be waiting for you. Did you do something?

"Huh..."

"I'm in a pretty bad mood. You'll be all right."

Ars instantly understood everything. I can see the blood pulling out of my face making noises.

This could really die...... he headed to the training ground and was drawn to childhood training where he knew nothing.

There were two female officers inside when Miralis opened the door to the female officer's pantry. She asks one of them a favor.

"Um... do you know where His Highness is?

"You were at the training ground earlier."

Thank you, another woman pinched her mouth when she said thank you.

"I'm home already. Looks like they went to the treasure trove earlier."

"The treasure trove...? Where is it?

"I can tell you where it is, but we can't go in there."

"Oh, but just tell me where it is"

Upon hearing the woman's explanation, Miralis thanked her and left the room.

No one has seen a disturbing light dwell in its eyes.

Tinasha, who was back in his room, stood in front of his private room following a call from Oscar. At first I thought I'd go in through the window, as usual, but I'd rather refrain from imitating that much than having a presence called Miralis. She knocks on the door rarely and normally. I got a quick response from inside.

"Oscar, can I help you?

The man standing by the window silently invited Tinasha, who came in with his little neck tilted. The witch stands next to it, as usual, without any vigilance.

The faceless Oscar lets his big hand touch his white cheek as he looks down at her.

"What were you doing today?

"As usual. Analyze and listen to the demon report. Oh... I was asking Nark to use it. Because I got a rare tea leaf from Lucrezia. You'll brew later."

Laughing in a good mood, she looked up at the contractor and realized that her expression remained the same.

"Oscar?"

The witch touches his face and tries to float in the universe. Oscar grabbed the hand unconstitutionally and drew it. Tinasha collapses in the air and clashes against the man's body.

At the time she rounded her eyes to an unexplained situation, she heard a sound of Cashan and metal rattling nearby. When he glances at the grabbed hand, the witch's thin wrist is fitted with a thick silver bracelet by the hand of the contractor.

She was surprised for a moment and immediately realized what it meant.

"Ko, this..."

"It's a sealing sector passed down with Acacia. It's the same material, isn't it?

Tinasha was conscious of trying to gather magic into her hands, but the interference of her bracelet does not shape her power. She was wary of the effect and the existence of something like this.

"Oscar!"

She looked in the man's eyes and stiffened as she raised her face to criticize the act of not knowing what it meant.

The obvious anger is floating there. Tinasha had never seen him look like this. - And for the first time since she became a witch, she thought, from the bottom of her heart, scared.

Oscar stares into the dark eyes as he puts his hand over her jaw, which has hardened.

"I thought you didn't understand, but I didn't think it would be this far. I was going to wait for temperament, but there are limits to that too"

"Oscar......?

Tinasha found her voice trembling.

I'd like to look away, but my face is fixed and that doesn't come true. The blood caught my attention and the dizziness attacked her. A man's low voice conveys his whole body.

"Tinasha, I'm not following you with the intention of giving you to another man"

The witch finally understood the word. I mean, it's what happened earlier. If Miralis told him, it would take surveillance. Then he probably saw it himself.

Tinasha tried to put the excuse on the word, but earlier on, Oscar held her body up. Cold eyes glance at her.

Looking up at the man walking out with himself in his arms, Tinasha felt another fear reaching out. I can't remember much and the memories I had enclosed come up. The past paints the present black.

"... Oscar... stop... put it down..."

A whispering plea, but he ignored it.

When Oscar lays her down on the sleeping table, he restrains that hand with his own. I whispered in her ear trembling in fear like a young child.

"You don't know anything. I don't seem to know much about it, so I'll tell you what I'm gonna do."

Turning away, Tinasha looked pale like a dead man. Dark eyes have no focus. I'm just staring at the void and shaking slightly.

As Oscar took a small sigh, he gently slapped his white cheek. But she doesn't realize it or she stays stiff.

"... stop... no..."

"Tinasha"

Something's wrong.

He put his hand in his back, trying to wake up the witch's upper body.

The hand is shaken off.

The water splash that was placed on the table made a light noise and scattered. The unstoppable magic begins to swirl all over the room.

Not good, when Oscar thought, she twisted her body and escaped from his reach. When I lie down on my bedside, I wake up and look back with my arms that are about to break.

Her eyes, which captured him again, were exactly what could be described as a beast of hand. A murderous will against a man floats in his dark eyes. Oscar saw for the first time that she looked into her own murderous eyes.

The will with pure power remains, however, to destroy objects throughout the room without turning to him because of the sealing. Fragments of some blown objects fly in, but the junction played it.

Witch's eyes shoot through Oscar.

A pair of eyes that everyone else would have escaped just at first glance. But as he looked straight back at it, he did not hesitate to ride out from body to body and reached for his cheek.

"Tinasha"

A man's hand touches his tense little face.

It's not a dream, definite temperature.

She turned back to me momentarily, hah, and immediately lay her eyes down. There is no dust left in the atmosphere like the stabbing of a moment ago. The sound of things breaking down.

Oscar pulled Tinasha's body into his arms as he also reached for the other hand. Beat your little back gently.

"Bad. I was going to threaten you a little. I had a bad taste."

"... no, I... sorry"

The white face seemed rather ashamed to have shown a willingness to kill. She grabs his clothes with both hands still slightly trembling.

"Excuse me... really..."

"No, normally I'd be the one to apologize."

to Oscar's words, Tinasha had a bloody irrevocable face, but seemed surprised

"Why?"

And look up.

Unexpectedly blown out in those naive eyes, he embraced his witch.

"Oh, have you spilled it already..."

"Sorry."

"Apologize to Ars for that..."

Tinasha held her head on Oscar's lap.

"For once, if you want to say something, I told you to say it."

"I can't tell you! In such a crowd environment!

"I don't have any opening words," she said.

"Ars can pick a word too!

Oscar puts his jaw on the head of an indignant witch. Touching her hand to make sure, she finally seemed to stop trembling.

"I didn't let you get hurt. I've played games about ten times in a row, so maybe I can hit you all over my body."

"I'm going to treat you later......"

In her arms, she manages to look like she's always back on track.

I was just going to get a little angry and threaten her, but seeing her unexpected reaction, Oscar badly regretted doing something stupid. I didn't expect to hurt myself when I was going to take care of it. Never again, engrave it firmly into your heart.

But hid his heart, and he followed the witch's cheek in front of him.

"But don't hide that information from me. You must be suspicious."

"Ugh."

The witch, who reported to him about Miralis in addition to the suspicions she had heard from Ars, glanced down into her own palm with sogginess.

"No, but it would be pathetic if you were innocent... And aren't you a cute girl in the corner? I didn't want to ruin your chances of liking her."

"You..."

Oscar fisted his hands together with a grand sigh, tightening around Tinasha's temples from left to right.

"That's what I don't know!

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!

Let go of my hand as the witch rumbles with butterflies. Watching her hold on to her liberated temples with tears, Oscar felt an indescribable sense of fatigue filling herself.

How much more do we have to repeat the same thing like this? You should hit the hand you can hit right now.

"You, come with me for a second."

As he stood her up with his hand under his armpit like a cat in his arms, Oscar left his room and called out loud for Lazar.

"Are you calling?

And Lazar, who appeared, complains fragilely as if he had come even by storm at a glance inside the room.

"What the hell..."

"Never mind. I'm going to see my father for a moment. Bring that girl Miralis, too."

"His Majesty is now discussing the Birthday Celebration Ceremony with the ministers and the clerks during his visit."

Once a year, ceremonies to celebrate the king's birthday are essentially open for diplomacy with other countries. Farsas is the largest and most stable nation in the neighborhood and does not allow the follow-ups of other countries, either forcefully or culturally, so the day is a place for royal nobles and politicians from neighboring countries to gather in Farsas to coordinate their relations.

Oscar nodded loudly.

"Just fine. I'm going there."

"Yes!?

"Fine. Bring that girl. Hurry up."

Oscar walked out with Tinasha's equally bewildered hand as Lazar hurried away, bewildered.

He drew the witch's hand and suddenly came in, paying close attention to Oscar with his eyes.

When he finally lets go of her hand by saying "a little intrusive," he walks out in front of his father, who is a step high.

The heavy ministers and the civilians rushed back to the wall, and Tinasha stood on the spot without a seat.

Soon Lazar will bring Miralis in. She still looked around like she was in trouble and stood a little further from Tinasha.

Kevin becomes a frightened face by a sudden visit.

"What is it? What's the matter with you?"

"There are a lot of things I don't understand, so I want to be clear at this point."

Oscar looked back at Tinasha when he cut the words there. She responds with her neck tilted with the expression that she has no idea.

As he looked into those dark eyes, Oscar raised his voice so that everyone in the room could hear him.

"I'm not putting him aside because I don't have a choice. I'm putting that down because I like it myself. It doesn't make sense to bring any other woman, and it's annoying. I'm not willing to choose anything but that."

The place becomes noisy in the words.

The heavy ministers and the clerks, some of them bewildered, and some clouded their faces in despair.

Kevin sighs when he covers his face with one hand as to whether his son's declaration was within his expectations, and Milaris stands up with a strong face.

And maybe she was the one who was most surprised, Tinasha.

"Huh?"

and I just asked him back small.

Oscar stares at that pompous face as if he were frightened.

"Can't you tell by being so clear so far? Whether the choice is one hundred or a thousand, I will always choose you. Don't turn weird. It's tricky."

Witches don't seem to carry on too much. Oscar looked funny at that beautiful face turning bright blue and then bright red.

But for now, leave her alone, and he turns back to Milaris.

"That's why. Let's pick it up. No, before you do, why don't you tell me who you really are? Ettard wasn't looking for you, and he didn't have a grandmother or anything of your power to say. I'm not as sweet as the rest of them, am I?

Milaris was stiff with a frightened face, but slowly closed his eyes when he exhaled at Oscar's word.

Just a little time. That is between encouraging conversion.

The next time the green eyes opened, the grown-up, modest girl was nowhere to be found. She raises her right hand when she looks back at Oscar with an invincible face.

"Incinerate what is shaped by its hands! Fire! Come to my hand!

The next moment a giant magic became a mass of flames and wrapped Miralis' hand. The temperature of the room rises at once. She struck it out toward Tinasha without hesitation.

When the witch frowns, she tries to prevent it by gently squeezing her hands - noticing that she still has a silver bracelet on her wrist.

"Wow!

To her screaming, Miralis laughed with her lips raised only at one end.

- Flames swallow witches.

That's when everyone closed their eyes thinking so, but Oscar pulled out Acacia and went in between. Smash every flame in the composition with a single flash. As it was, he tried to step towards Milaris.

But when the girl chants the spell, she moves off the scene and disappears. Tinasha hastily pulled his clothes.

"O, Oscar, take this!

"Bad. I forgot."

As he gently slips his fingers onto the surface of the bracelet, the seal opens in response to the signs of royalty. When Tinasha took the bracelet, she threw it at Oscar and gave it to him.

"Looks like we're headed towards the treasure trove. I'll go after him."

Saying so, the witch followed the girl and transferred.

The treasure trove was stretched with boundaries, and the girl's power did not allow her to transfer directly.

Originally, metastasis is a high magic that takes a lot of structure. It is not something that can be used as a hobby.

As she moved into the nearby hallway, she rushed out to the treasure trove with those feet. Fly with a sphere of air to block a soldier on the lookout rushing to stop it. Desperately moving his legs that were about to be twisted, Miralis finally reached in front of the treasure trove. When you magically break through the big door, you run inside. Inside were cluttered, but with some order, blinding treasures.

But she was blind to them, and when she used her magic to explore the surroundings, she took a small box of white stones that had been placed to hide in a corner of the room.

When you open the lid, it contains a bead slightly larger than the palm of your hand, made of polished red ore. The surface was carved with intricate tattoos.

"Here it is..."

When Miralis closes the lid, he takes care of the box. I turned my heels back to get out of the treasure trove - and stretched my whole body all the time.

Waiting there is said to be the strongest witch. Inside her white hands, a huge composition had already been put together. Milaris is wary of the overwhelming difference in power from himself.

Tinasha looked at the box the girl had with her narrowed eyes.

"I don't know what you're trying to take with you, but if you leave it, you can miss it"

To a powerful warning, the girl licked her dry lips. Stimulates a body that is likely to freeze in tension.

"I really need this... You'll never know!

"Then you have to tell me. I don't know anything..."

I'm not the one who can handle words. Milaris began to work out the composition.

Tinasha, on the other hand, sighs small and magically through the composition. An invisible crawl took the girl's box from behind. Another crawl binds its body.

Milaris hastily directed the configuration for the attack towards the spreading that bound him.

"Cut it off!"

The spreads disperse. It was too powerful. It ran lacerations on her own skin. As he meditates his eyes on the mild pain, Miralis reaches for the box. But the thin body was played by Tinasha's emitted light sphere.

- A little box that I can't really reach.

Miralis bites her lips thinking it's destined to become pregnant. There were no tears from the pale green eyes.

How can you not understand that there is something important that you want to protect, no matter what. Beyond this, there's something I want back.

Milaris reaches out.

More... more... if you have the power...

Consciousness diffuses.

Magic swirls in your body.

"Stop it!

The witch's stop sounds.

But it doesn't sound like her ear anymore.

Please arrive, just think about it.

And never go back, just float one face in the back of your brain.

She closed her eyes.

When Oscar came to the treasure trove with a guard soldier, the witch held the unconscious girl's body on her lap. The girl's face is white and her silver hair doesn't shine. Oscar peeks into the closed eyelid.

"Is he dead?

The witch waved for the first time.

"My body is alive, but my soul is no more. Convert your own soul to power... it's gone"

Oscar looked down at the girl's face again. Traces of tears are there.

Thin arms thrown out. A small white stone box was placed beside it.

That night, when it was all over, Tinasha was sitting on the castle's terrace looking up at the moon. In the end, I think of the girl who disappeared without revealing anything.

Would she have been happy without herself? That may or may not be the case. Everything is no longer in the dark.

A liquor cup is offered from behind to a witch who can spin her thoughts. She received it as a thank you.

It is Kevin, Oscar's father, who stands there. Tinasha bowed her head as she stepped down from the railing on the terrace.

"I'm sorry about all this."

"No, I'm sorry about this one. I think I was in a hurry... and Oscar squeezed me."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders and tongued out. Strange childish tricks are something Oscar doesn't have. The witch laughs at the look on her face.

"What is that jewel?

"Don't you know... No, that's... that's my wife."

Tinasha nodded silently as she glanced lightly. I took the sign from the king's expression that it should not be easily touched. Kevin puts his mouth on his cup when he smiles bitterly.

"I also caused you trouble about that guy. Take it out of the treasure trove to the seal. Totally."

"You had that thing..."

"I've been digging up that my father was dead in the corner of the treasure trove. He did show it to me once when I was a kid."

I'm glad Legius didn't know about its existence, Tinasha assured me heartily. Kevin looks up to her moon as she lines up.

"He seems to have a strange resemblance to his parents... I'd be stubborn if I did... What do you want from me, but if you don't mind joining me?"

"Please stop..."

"I don't deserve that."

The king laughed sunny.

Tinasha, who saw the warmth of contemplating the past shake in its eyes, closed her eyes quietly, eliminating the words to speak.