Unnamed Memory

For example, if affection kills a person, is that emotion a contradiction?

Whether you love and kill, hate and kill, death is death.

Yet how many deceased find something completely different there?

I don't know why, other than the person in charge.

And I'm sure we don't know the truth.

People kill people.

Emotions for that.

Strength for that.

If you want me to exchange it, I don't want to touch love or hatred. I don't want to remember.

I just don't want to go crazy.

Because I'm already in the madness of not being able to escape from the beginning.

Tinasha, who was spreading a cloth on the office table and spreading dozens of crystals about the size of her nails over it, was suddenly held up from behind and about to drop a grain she was picking at risk. When I manage, I hold it in my hand.

"Oscar! Don't interrupt me"

It is the man who is the lord of this room and her contractor who is holding her luxurious body up lightly as if it were a child. When he hears the witch's complaint, he peeks over the table.

"What are you doing?

"I'm making magic equipment."

Saying and rumbling, Oscar untied her arm and let her go. Tinasha quickly returns to the table and carefully pulls the grain she was holding onto one side.

"The quality of the material affects it, so I'm choosing one that doesn't have distortion."

She opened the vial she had left beside the cloth and tried to roll it and put the passed crystal inside. Close the lid of the bottle and squeal your fingers to make every other crystal disappear from the cloth. Finally, having the vial itself transferred to a different place, Tinasha looked back at him.

"What is it?"

The eyes of a man staring a little angry are fun for some reason. Oscar strokes the witch's head.

"The dress I was asking for is tentatively complete, so I'm going to try it on."

"Ugh..."

A dress is something Oscar had asked for on his own about three months ago.

She herself asked for something to be done quickly for light making, but I have a very bad feeling that it took so long.

"You don't want to go, do you?"

"Of course."

"Ugh."

"Which do you prefer to walk on your own feet or be drawn?

"I'll walk......"

Tinasha drooled her head in notion.

The first thing that greeted Tinasha, who showed up trying on her dress, was a cheer close to the scream of Sylvia, who had come to see it. She made both fists and screamed.

"Dear Tinasha, lovely!

"You look great."

"Thank you......"

The black toned dress is a substitute for plenty of expensive cloth and yarn. Both arms and back from the shoulder to the bottom are out of the skin, and the high removed collar to the bottom of the hips draw a curve perfectly along the body. From there, the bottom spread loosely, with a long hem waving wide above the floor into a beautiful circle.

The fabric is a double silk and intricately designed lace with silver thread embroidery and decorations made to mimic flowers everywhere. It went well with Tinasha's white skin, pitch-black hair and dark eyes, and there was a seduction there that attracted and sighed the beholder.

"Dear Tinasha, let me do your hair and makeup for the day!

Listening to Sylvia, who is shaking, Tinasha makes her face snap.

"Same day...?

"Your Majesty's birthday celebration is coming up soon."

"I know there is, but why me? Isn't that a diplomatic ball?"

Oscar, who was circling around her to see what the dress was made of, smiled badly when he heard it.

"Who's leaving without you? Come and rub both raccoons at best."

"Why!

As usual, the tailor speaks terribly to Tinasha, whose anger is about to bring hot water to a boil.

"How about... dimensions, etc."

But it wasn't her at the time who answered that. When Oscar touches sticky from behind for fun, he divulges a lot of sentiment.

"You have a little extra hips. Have you lost weight? Sleep well."

"I'm asleep. When I feel like it."

"Also the same as this decoration, make me something a little bigger as a hair decoration"

"Yes, sir."

As the tailor quickly put the waist dimensioning on the cloth and left, Oscar mouthed to the witch's shoulder thanks to his love. Sylvia and others who watched beside him blushed unexpectedly, but Tinasha herself has a seeping face of mental fatigue, but flat.

Oscar gave his head a boring look to the look on his face.

"You really don't get upset about fine dust, either."

"I can't react when touched with such grandeur."

"Is that the problem"

"Is it not?"

Tinasha looked back at the contractor, a little confused about not knowing. He sees it with his white eyes.

"You, you don't see me as a man."

"Of course you haven't. I've never seen anyone like that."

When Oscar made his fist silently, he tightened the witch's temples from both sides.

"Ouch. Ouch! Ghosts!"

"Sorry, I'm angry"

Tinasha stares at the man as he rubs his temples. But he even smiled and flushed that gaze.

"Why are you so much? Because you're a spiritual magician?

"I know you have that too, but you don't really want to be obsessed with humans. Lucrezia and much of it is now round, but I used to move a whole lot of the water from the lake in that village to another place on my shaken stomach. Thank you for watching..."

By the way, I returned the water, to Tinasha, who continued, Oscar and Sylvia silenced with a subtle expression.

- - The scale of the eight wins is very different.

Considering that, it may be a wise decision for her to have avoided romantic shakedown until now, said to be the most powerful of witches.

Oscar shook his head gently and regained his mind, tapping Tinasha's head gently. She looks up at it with confused eyes.

"Well, leave that alone. I'm something else. Think separately."

"Really?"

"Yes, I have six months left, so I'll wait till then."

"Wait, I don't think I can handle it..."

The witch's frank words, but he laughed unintentionally. Touch her cheek with the hand she was putting on her head.

"I'm pretty confident. You change your mind. I'm good for you."

"... I'm not sure"

Leaning her neck with a clear appearance, the witch let her dark eyes wander into the universe, as if searching for something invisible.

"I define"

A crystal sphere lined up with the words floated.

A dozen spheres slowly approach each of the tattoos composed of red lines and are fixed on top of the lines.

"I hope this word becomes poisonous. sow so that thorns are born. Fate cannot escape by turning the line into a circle."

Whenever the witchy words rocked the air, the crystal sphere twirled. The clear contents gradually become white and cloudy.

"Nothing can touch me. I can't change it. This word is poisonous."

Sweat on a woman's smooth forehead. Carefully, precisely, she spins words and will.

Failure is not tolerated. I don't have much time left.

- - This is all we have to do...

As she sharpened her spirit like a single thread, she uttered further words.

I feel like I was dreaming.

A very vague dream.

I don't know if I was happy or sad. I just felt so shaken up that Oscar woke up. It is still dark in the room, with only slight morning signs drifting by the window.

He felt uncomfortable trying to wake up his upper body while holding his forehead. At some point I realize I'm not wearing the top.

I wonder if he didn't wear it originally, and Oscar looked sideways at the signs of people, trying to move his head and explore his memories, which didn't move well. There his witch sits on the floor, sleeping with her upper body rammed against her sleeping table. There were many crystal spheres scattered around her.

I wonder what happened. At least he doesn't have a refreshing memory.

Oscar reached out to the witch when he woke up half a body. Pull the hair gently.

"Tinasha"

I'm not responding.

Pulling again, she finally wandered and raised her face. When I look at him with a very dull eye, I shrug "... sleepy".

"... you can go to sleep when I explain."

At first she shook her head like a nasty child to the word, but eventually the light gradually returned to her eyes as if she had been awakening. When I make a small extension, I sit on the sleeping table.

"Your curse...... cursed. It's not exactly a curse, but it hits the curse in the same spot and offsets it. In part, there is a part that is named after the definition… it is left because there is nothing you can do without the operator you called. But if that's all, it's just a blessing, of protection, so there shouldn't be any obstacle."

To Tinasha's words, he was stunned. I heard the analysis was almost over, but it was finally cursed. Oscar couldn't say anything right away that the curse that tied him up for fifteen years and affected his life less made sense.

The witch fingers his upper body as she rubs her heavy eyes into her sleep.

"You can turn that off now. Take a bath."

When I was told to look, his body had intricate tattoos written in blood. I thought it was magical and its print was glossy red even though it was dry.

"Is that your blood?

"That's right. I used it as a catalyst."

"Why are you doing this when you're asleep?"

"Because it's easier to be unconscious. You didn't like it when I waited for you to go to sleep."

When the witch said so, she rose into the universe. "I'll go home and sleep......" Oscar grabs that hand trying to disappear. Tinasha looked down at him with a gentle frown.

"What is it"

"No... thanks"

When she heard a half-hearted thank you, she smiled swinging with her unwaking eyes. He shakes back the hand of the man who is taking his own hand, and when he mouths it on its back, he disappears so that it can be dismissed. All that remained was crystal spheres scattered across the floor.

Once again, Oscar stares down at the blood-drawn print on his body.

This morning, with the certainty that I will never forget.

Don't come near a magician because he's dangerous.

That's what her mother said. That's what all the adults around them say.

Aren't you the same person? And even when I hear, "It's not what it looks like, they're obnoxious creatures against God," he returns.

I'm not sure it's hard...... the girl always tilts her neck. But she was hiding and going to that cabin because she knew everyone wasn't happy.

A lovely wizard lives in a small cabin in the mountains. They put out flowers, healed wounds - the first time I met her, she gave me sweets that were lost and took me near town.

He's so sweet! and I want to brag to everyone. But the girl keeps her mouth shut. This is a secret between himself and him alone.

The girl still runs through the mountains today towards his cabin. Hold a nut full of hands. I saw him running from the other side at the point where I was about to see the cabin. When he sees the girl, he rushes over and hugs her.

"Oh! Good, Luli. I was worried. I thought we might not make it!

What's the matter with you? and the girl asks.

I feel a little strange.

He's very blue, and he's in a hurry, why?

"It's nothing. Come on in the cabin."

I have to go back today. It's your mother's birthday.

"No! You mustn't go back to town!

How could you?

He doesn't answer.

"... you hide here for a while, then you go to another country. As far away as I can...... even to Falsus"

Why? Even though you have a mother and a father.

The girl suddenly got anxious. I wave his hand and run out the way I came.

"No, Luli! You can't go!

He's coming after us. Still the girl runs.

When I ran and ran and came to a place where the town could look down - what she saw was my own town in flames.

"How's it going?

A man comes in dressed as he knocks on the open door once and for all. The witch raised her face to the word.

He's been in custody for two hours for hair and makeup. I want to be freed, but Sylvia and the women don't seem to really enjoy it and let me go.

"Oscar......"

I'm sincerely tired, whining, but is her contractor in my ear or not, just looking at her and being stunned?

"This is also... powerful"

"What is it..."

"It's a masterpiece! It's worth the makeup because it's beautiful."

Sylvia answers with a bouncing voice. Deciding he was finished with the word, Tinasha stood up.

The long hair is partly draped and tied up, with the same black flower decoration as the dress. The lace surrounding the flowers rested on her muddled white shoulder as it was.

Makeup was applied on the face with a light blue tone so as to attract the nose beams that passed high and the large dark eyes, and the beauty that usually gave the impression of purity was enhanced to a beauty that was as proud and intimidating as the queen. Her flashy expression goes hand in hand with something that is really hard to get close to.

Oscar reached out in a good mood to touch her cheek. But that's when I hear you looking for him in the hallway.

"Your Highness!"

"What?"

I noticed the reply and Lazar came into the room. He notices Tinasha and still goes out of line. Oscar spoke to a squire who was in love with the witch without turning around.

What can I do for you?

"Ah, yes. He's a prince of Tairi, but he can't come anymore."

"Ho."

"Anything was raided about three days ago by a town near the Kuskur border or something, and you said you couldn't leave? They have a sister princess instead."

"Kuskul?"

"Raid?"

Oscar and Tinasha made an expression offensive to Lazar's report. In the wake of the two words, Lazar explains them in detail.

"He said it was probably Kuskul's fault... It seems the magician burned down the town, and there were no survivors."

"Did you kill ordinary folk grass? What are you thinking? I wonder if Tayri is going to ask for help from another country by publishing such information this time."

"Perhaps so. Because if Tayri could deal with it alone, he wouldn't have made it independent in the first place, such as a land of sorcerers against the state religion. Even if you owe money to another country, you want to do something about Kuskul."

Oscar thought into Lazar's report.

Mages have great power in war, but their use is difficult.

Using powerful magic could involve soldiers from your own country, and chanting is long. In the first place, large-scale magic is difficult to control and there are few magicians who can use it. If you hit magic again at a distance, you're likely to be prevented by your opponent's magician. If we don't get some closer, it won't be possible to get out and hit the magic first.

As a result, the magicians will unleash small- and medium-sized magic from behind the soldiers, and their opponents will also prevent it. Due to the difficulty of its handling, combat is mostly conducted by soldiers, and magicians are so many countries that are thorough in their defense and assistance.

Mages are persecuted, especially because they hate magic. I guess there's no way to prevent the magicians from attacking in such a situation.

What does Kuskul want? - - Revenge for Taaili, or is it something more different?

Oscar frowned and realized something was wrong with the witch. My face is blue. There is a mixed light of mourning and anger shaking in my eyes.

"Tinasha?"

To the man's words, the witch returned to me haha. A swinging gaze looks up at Oscar.

"What's wrong with you?

"Oh, no, it's nothing"

The witch smiled, and after a little hesitation, pulled Oscar's sleeve.

"Um, can I have a word?

"What?"

"There's something you two need to talk about..."

He nodded. I guess it's a colorless story anyway, and I invite her to the terrace.

Beyond the railings on the terrace was a castle courtyard. Oscar takes a glimpse of the implant sinking into the darkness without anything. Tinasha, which followed, opened her mouth as she closed the window behind her back.

"Oscar, do you like Nark?

"What?"

That was just an unexpected question. He is distracted, but he manages to answer.

"Well, I don't hate you. Why?"

"Then would you get it for me? I'm my husband now, but I'd like to rewrite that. You would miss Nark too..."

"Why would I want to rewrite it?"

Tinasha did not answer that. I look up at him like I'm in trouble. That look, which did not go with makeup and clothing, had made her presence look unstable. Oscar puts his head on a witch who can't seem to rely on him any time soon.

"Okay. I don't mind."

"Really!? Then I'll rewrite it."

When she broke her face, she floated into space without sound. Palm against Oscar's forehead and chant something small in his mouth. As he gently hugged that body, she sat on Oscar's arm.

"Now you're my husband. Call your name and you'll start coming. I'll take care of the bait myself, so I don't really need it."

"Okay."

She smiled. She was beautiful. The light of the moon is dyeing white skin bluishly. It's true that the eye you're supposed to be looking at him is somewhere far away, as if it's connected to the night itself. I felt enchanted when I stared too much, and Oscar swallowed a sigh.

He strokes his smooth cheek with his empty right hand. Tinasha narrowed her eyes like a cat. Keep it up, Oscar pulls his hand behind his little head.

She does not defy. Put your hands on both shoulders of Oscar and accept the mouthfeel so that it is natural to do so.

Oscar grinned bitterly when his soft lips separated.

"Medium, unexpected"

to that word, while the witch stretched her fingers and plucked the red on his lips

"You have to put it in a hurry."

And I laughed.

When Oscar showed up in the hall with a witch, the attention of the field caught on to a beautiful pair as if it were a painting. Tinasha sighs in her heart, feeling the blurring coming through like a wave. I whispered in a whisper as I walked with my hand around the arm of the man standing next to me.

"It's unprecedented to see yourself in a place like this..."

I'll keep my head shut.

"If you say fiancée or something, I'll blow you away."

"Let's Remember"

They thanked Kevin for standing in front of them. Tinasha takes a step back and Oscar congratulates her. Kevin looked funny in return for those two, but when the celebration was over, he called Tinasha by invitation. She lines up next to the king accordingly.

The king has spoken in a voice that can only be heard by her.

"I like you too."

"You had a strong push contractor..."

"It's a corner, so why don't you introduce me to everyone?"

"Give me a break about that. Besides, the princess of the kingdom is waiting for the next king of Falsus."

As the king looks over the hall to Tinasha's words, women in gorgeous dresses everywhere stare at Tinasha with anticipation eyes seeping through hostility.

"That's tough"

When Kevin laughed small, Tinasha sighed like no other human could tell.

"I want to be someone else, too."

She concludes the words by bowing her head to the king and returning next to Oscar. Oscar asked his witch in surprise.

"What were you talking about?

"It's about the hardships of life."

When Tinasha dated Oscar for about an hour, she left the hall in a nice place and went out into the garden. Looking back at the gorgeous ball, relieve me that I'm glad it wasn't a danceable dress. Of course I can dance, but I don't think it would be a good thing if I did that, even if it were more of a needle. She just decided to run away, but she called from behind.

"Are you alone, beautiful person"

Tinasha looked back as she managed to indulge and make a smile, as she almost threw up the sand unexpectedly at the disgusting call. There you are a brilliant man with long red tea hair tied behind his back. I do remember being introduced to being a prince of a country called Zeras in the north.

She answered unnecessarily.

"I wanted to get a little windy at night..."

"That's good. I just thought so, too."

The man took the hand very naturally when he came next to Tinasha.

"If you don't mind, I'll come with you."

"Ha..."

The witch gave me a way out in my heart that I missed my chance to escape. He doesn't seem to notice the inside of her, who accidentally looked up to the night sky, and the man continues with a streamlined voice.

"I had no idea His Royal Highness the King of Falsus would leave such a beautiful magician beside him. A little bit of a lover..."

"I don't have that"

Tinasha answers clearly and instantly. If Oscar was here, he might have tightened his temples again.

The man, on the other hand, took pleasure in the reply. stroke her hand as she took it.

"Then can I run for office?

A chill ran all over the witch's body. I feel words and voices pulling threads at me. The hand being touched is disgusting.

The man holds a white skin shoulder, good thing she hasn't responded. To that feeling, Tinasha almost developed goosebumps, both physically and mentally.

I don't care how, someone shows up through the garden trail when the witch brings out something disturbing to her eyes. The man who came smiled small and bitter when he looked at each other and noticed that from a distance the lovers also looked like each other. Speak to her.

"Oh, Miss Tinasha. Isn't it time?

"Ah, yes. I'll come."

"Now, Your Highness, if you'll excuse me," Tinasha rushed out of the man's arms. I walk out alongside the man who didn't give me a glance at the prince who seemed to regret it, but spoke to me.

"That was helpful. I almost swept away."

"It was kind of funny. But I guess protecting you from the bad bugs is part of the security."

Ars said so with a throat ringing and a laugh. Tinasha, abominably, throws up and throws up as she pays off the shoulder that was being touched.

"It's really disgusting. I don't want you to stick around like you normally do. Cheap."

"Even though His Highness touches me, I'm flat."

"... that"

The witch tipped her neck, pointing out that she hadn't even noticed.

I have never thought of the hand of a contractor touching it as natural, as warm or comfortable but uncomfortable. There's just something out of the way at best.

I wonder what this difference is, and she still stopped thinking. Even if we find an answer, it doesn't mean anything anymore.

Shaking her, she felt uncomfortable with her whole body. The surface of the skin twitches.

- It's been seen.

But the disturbing sensation vanished in an instant. There's no one else around. Ars didn't seem to notice. I walk singing my nose song.

The witch slowly looks up and looks up at the moon.

There, as if to find out who you seek.

Back in his room, Oscar sat in his chair fed up inside. Well, I don't know what to do.

In front of him sits a temperamental looking princess in a light red dress, staring at him. It was Cecilia, the princess of Tairi, who had been present on behalf of her brother, who turned his eyes so full of anticipation that it was too obvious.

Oscar wanted to talk to her about Kuskul, and she told her that Cecilia had pushed him into his private room saying, "I can't do it here because it's a story that got in." Nonetheless, she's been talking about something completely irrelevant since earlier. Apparently, he's a princess who doesn't know anything about politics to see how it goes.

Or perhaps the role assigned to her is to side with powerful men from leading countries to counter Kuskul. I'm just going to show Oscar how to behave.

When he was about to lift his hips, the window slammed gently from the outside. Oscar calls nature and its name.

"Tinasha, what's wrong"

She opened the window and came in, looking surprised when she noticed Cecilia.

Anyway, I guess I'll say "sorry to bother you" or something confusing, Oscar expected, but contrary to that prediction, the witch turns to Cecilia resolutely.

"I'm sorry, but I need to ask you something important, can you pick it up?"

Polite but not objectionable, to his waist, Cecilia naturally exposed her anger. Raise your stern voice to the witch.

"I suddenly come from that place and it's thick. Your Highness, who is this man!

"My demon... I'm a bailiff"

He modifies what he almost called a witch.

But the princess of the country, who hated magic, frowned at the man's response. Stand up. When you come to Tinasha's sight, you stare into the deep dark eyes.

"He's a magician? The magician style is disrespectful...... Disgusting. Get out!

To the princess who arrogantly said so. Before Oscar said anything, but Tinasha herself opened her mouth.

"Magician-inspired? Watch your mouth, you crazy bastard."

"What the hell!?

"- Go. You wouldn't understand if they didn't tell you twice?

The witch's eyes carry the power of the bottomless darkness itself.

Quiet majesty that dominates even the air. Cecilia was pushed backwards by the force. Oscar stares blatantly at the witch.

I've seen her, a witch, unleash horrible intimidation.

But I have never had eyes that tied men from their core and obeyed them in this way.

It is of what he also has, that is, of man standing over man - the eye of the king.

Checilia sees Oscar softly, but when she finds out she can't get help, she leaves the room to run away.

Later the witch and his covenant were left behind.

To Oscar, she looked like a woman she didn't know by changing the atmosphere in which she wore the costume. When she looks back slowly, she stands in front of the Oscars. There was an indelible self-derision seeping into my big eyes.

"Tinasha?"

She smiles and puts her index finger on her mouth, showing her to shut up. He shook his right hand gently as he floated. Blood begins to zero out of the thin index finger.

That's how Tinasha started writing something with her bloody fingers behind her left ear as she turned both arms around Oscar's neck. whisper in a man's ear as he concentrates on the task.

"Oscar... I'm really a person who should have died four hundred years ago... I'm not even a witch right now. It's just the remnants of a child to die for. Don't be fascinated by the dead."

When she finished writing, she pinched Oscar's face with both hands. Staring from the front at the clear, empty eyes that have just fallen in the sun.

"You do what you have to do. Remember, the future of the people of this country rests on your shoulders."

Sincere eyes.

The darkness is an abyss.

Oscar was captured by uneasy anxiety for no reason.

"Tinasha? What's wrong?

She shakes her eyes closed or something. And again, staring at the contractor, he opened his beautiful red lips.

"When I solved Lucrezia's technique...... do you remember my words?

Oscar glances.

She didn't wait for an answer. White, sad look and gently mouth on a man's lips.

And when she got off to the floor without a sound, she turned her back on the man.

Dark eyes stare at distorted spaces ahead.

The next moment, there was a strange man transferring.

Long, white hair was more of a melting snow whiteness than milk whites. Skin is also white.

Thin blue magic outfit to accompany a thin body. The man with a brilliant appearance smiled when he found Tinasha.

"Aity, I'm here to pick you up. Much bigger... you look beautiful."

Oscar almost raised his voice to the word unexpectedly. And I realize my voice is sealed. If you pay attention, your body won't move either. He finally figured that the witch did the trick with his mouth earlier.

I don't know the look on Tinasha's face with her back turned.

But when she accidentally kicked the floor, she rushed out to the man. I turn my arm around its neck and hug it.

"Ranak...... Ranak! You were really alive!

The joyful voice is something Oscar has never even heard of. The man, called Ranak, stroked her hair like she loved it.

"I knew you were looking for me. But I can't move all the time... sorry. I'm not gonna make you feel bad anymore."

Tinasha mouths on the man's forehead as he floats. Seeing the side of it, Oscar was shocked not least.

- She looked really happy, like she was about to cry out into joy.

He understood very well that it was not that as a mask.

Ranak touches Tinasha's cheek as if he hadn't noticed Oscar's presence at all. She closed her eyes and lay her own hands on those hands.

"I've been looking for you. I thought I would despair. But I couldn't give up. - You're not dreaming."

"I'm right here. Here. By your side. I made my country for you, too. It's called Kuskul. It's a small country, but it gets bigger soon. You'll love it. You will be the queen there."

Oscar was stunned.

It was the man in front of you who made it, the land of magicians. The apostle's throwaway dialogue comes back to pick up Tinasha. Is it true that this gentle, but somewhere disturbingly dangerous man is the king of his country?

Tinasha replied with a sobering look.

"If it's my country, I'll tell you all about it, okay?

"Fine."

Ranak holds her body with his left hand. And as if I'd never noticed it before, I saw Oscar.

"What about him?

"He was a contractor."

"A swordsman of Acacia? It's dangerous."

Lanak holds his right hand toward Oscar. Her face twisted for a moment when I saw it. I can break Oscar's curse.

He tried quickly to pull out Acacia - but Tinasha jumped in front of the man. She turns to Lanak and smiles.

"Let it go. Even if the sword has power, it is the sword. There's nothing you can do without the power of the user."

"Tinasha!"

I feel like I'm having a bad dream.

His witch was felt terribly far away.

I wonder where she is now.

Tinasha looks back slowly.

There was animosity in its dark eyes.

"Your contract ends tonight. The curse was lifted. You don't need me anymore, do you?

"There must still be time."

"No more"

A gruesome grin comes to the witch's face.

Oscar finally pulled out Acacia. Place your cut across Tinasha.

"I won't let you go with that man"

"... if you're going to hurt Ranak, I'll deal with you"

As Tinasha spread her hands, a wave of sword appeared there. She takes the long sword uncrafted.

The air is tense.

Oscar controlled and unified a spirit that was often likely to be disrupted by confusion. I see Tinasha laying down her sword.

- This distance can kill you.

Oscar was so sure.

And that's why I can't step in. Two things separate his spirit: his willingness to concentrate on the battle and his willingness to reject it.

When time became solid and silence was thought to be eternal, Ranak embraced her body from behind.

"That's enough, let's go"

Tinasha snorts when she smiles bitterly. Magic wrapped them both up.

"Tinasha!"

When Oscar screamed, his witch figure had vanished neglectfully from inside the room.