Unnamed Memory

"Aity, you're going to be my queen. You know what?"

"Yeah...... I know"

As the young girlfriend moaned, the boy turned away from his harsh expression and smiled all the time. Tinasha is relieved by that gentle smile.

I didn't mean to play a prank from the beginning. I just had a little seizure and the magic blew out and broke the vase in the room. The ladies who were surprised by it just happened to call him in.

By virtue of this, Tinasha is heartily disappointed that the person she least wants to be known for her failure. I just don't want him to hate me. Because he's the only "family" that gives me a hand about her in this place.

You felt her heartbreak, and the boy spread his hands as he grinned.

"Come."

"Ranak!"

The boy gently strokes her head as she jumps. Tinasha closed her eyes because she wanted to cry about the warmth. Anxiety and loneliness can only be forgotten now. I'm sure one day I'll completely forget about it. After becoming his queen.

"Lanak, I'm sorry"

"Fine. Promise me you won't do it again."

"Yeah. Good luck...... don't hate me"

"It's gonna be okay."

Hearing that voice overhead, Tinasha can put her strength into her hugging hand. I hope he doesn't abandon me.

I loved him.

Really, I believed you.

- But why?

Tinasha's castle's own room has also been erased by the transfer formation to the tower, which had been beautifully pulled away.

Speculation flied secretly in the castle to the witch, who disappeared neglectfully without any foretaste. But even if they are true, there is not a single thing that can be said to be true.

The day after she disappears, Lazar takes a big sigh when she leaves the office. To him, the man who was ambushing him in the hallway waved. Lazar looks up and squeals his opponent's name.

"General Ars... everyone"

There stood Ars and Meredith, plus Sylvia and Carve, the magicians, and Doan. After moving the place a little, Ars asks Lazar.

"How is Your Highness?

"It's rough. It always looks the same at first glance."

"Still, it's a great place to work."

"You're not gonna tell me what happened, are you?"

"Like I want to know. Like I don't want to know..."

Silvia, who had listened to the conversation between them in silence, screamed with tears.

"Dear Tinasha, where have you been... have you done anything I don't like?"

Doan sighs and answers that.

"I don't think so. You don't have that personality."

To the ever unanswered barren, they silence.

At that time, the central figure on the subject came out of the room. Oscar frowned when he saw the group gathering together, but as he approached him, he gave the paperwork to Lazar.

"It's over. Later, please."

"Ha, that's fast......"

From next to the lazar receiving it, Ars made a surprising voice.

"Your Highness, take your sword to which way"

"I'm coming to Lucrezia Forest"

"Huh!"

Some surprising voices overlapped. Remembering the last time, Lazar rushes into a stop.

"Please wait. What would you do if something were to happen?"

"I'm fine because I don't. Let go."

"Your Highness, I'm coming too, so please wait."

"Wow, me too."

When we were confused and continued together, we heard a giggling voice from over our heads. When I look up, there's a woman with bright brown hair floating there.

You don't have to come, do you? I'm here. "

The closed forest witch said so and closed one eye.

"I knew she was gone."

Lucrezia sighed as she sat down by the window and looked over at the company that had moved to the office. Oscar back in his chair listens to it.

"After all, what?"

"Because an invitation came to me, too. From Kuskul."

Carve, who had Lazar's mouth on his brewed tea, coughs when he hears it. Doan asked terribly.

"What's wrong with that?

"Of course I said no. Aren't the other witches? Witches aren't into that kind of country or politics. Uh, well, not one, but I'd say no to that woman, too. So I guess what he did this time is gonna be a problem in every country."

To Lucrezia's point, everyone, except Oscar, breathes with a painful look.

Certainly, until now, a witch has never put her shoulders in one country to help her invade another. Seventy years ago, Tinasha stood on the front against aggression, and the exercise of that power was limited to warcraft opponents.

While nations have been inviolable to witches until now, both because of the strength of their power, there is also great reason that they do not intervene very much in disputes between nations and between humans. The fact that in those histories the most powerful witch has surrendered herself to a country that intends to commit aggression against another country will be enough of a problem to shake the world.

Oscar put it on his desk when he put his feet together with a bitter face. I look up at the witch sitting behind me.

"Do you know what that guy Ranaku and Tinasha have to do with each other?

All the subordinates were nervous about the name of the man they first heard. At the same time I realize that the man seems to have something to do with Tinasha's disappearance, I don't speak out because of Oscar's mood.

Lucrezia laughed with pleasure.

"I know you do. That kid's been looking for that guy ever since he became a witch. Isn't it nice to finally meet you again?

"That man, he's crazy"

"Jealous?"

"There's something wrong with that, too. You don't look decent."

"But if she doesn't mind, it's fine."

Lucrezia floated, upside down and peered into the Oscar.

"Why don't you just leave him alone? Persistent men don't like you."

"I don't like it."

"I'm stubborn. That kid's picking it out for himself, and you have every right to stick your neck in it? Shouldn't you be doing more of your own?

The witch stares at Oscar with a mocking smile.

Witch's eyes that contact, oppress, and dominate people's hearts. He looked back at it from the front - I assured him.

"Whatever you say, I'm not giving in. That's the only woman I've ever seen. If you want to kill that man and bring him back, I'll let you go then."

Lucrezia stares in silence at Oscar's challenging eyes.

As it was, a long, short time flowed.

Eventually she erased the mockery from her beautiful face. When you take a deep deep sigh, sit on the desk.

"Promise me first. Don't tell me I taught you one thing. Because I don't want to be killed. And then this tells me exactly what that kid told me and what I know. That kid didn't add any feelings about his story. He just taught me pale things that just happened. So we'll figure out for ourselves what she thinks then."

She cuts the words there and looks around together.

"... at the end of the day, I'll tell only those people who are ready to kill that girl. If you can't do that, you better not ask."

Oscar closes his eyes and doesn't move.

Ars saw Meredith. She hesitated for a while but takes a seat. Lazar and Carve also stood up. They only toured a little, but when they looked over at the remaining human beings, they left the room in a courtesy.

Doan looked straight back at the witch and Sylvia remained with that fist tightly clenched. Ars laughs bitterly when he sees them like that.

Oscar opened his mouth with his eyes closed.

"That's good. Get started."

When the witch smiled flashly, she began a long old story.

"In starting this story first, let me tell you the real name of that kid. - - Her name is Tinasha as Mayer ul Aetherna Trudar. Aity is Aetherna's nickname."

"Trudar!?

Two magicians raise their voices of surprise. Sylvia confirmed in horror.

"Trudar is a magical power that perished four hundred years ago... The name of the country is in the end..."

"Royalty."

Oscar was just a little surprised, but quickly convinced. The virtues and majesty of growing up that Tinasha had shown from time to time were derived from it.

Lucrezia laughs ridiculously.

"I'm royal, but I guess I'm a little different. The next queen candidate, to be precise. Trudar is a royal government, but it's not inherited by blood, it's determined by pure force."

"What if the weird one is strong?"

"That's why candidates educate in castles from childhood. She was separated from her parents as soon as she was born and raised in a castle. That's how powerful it was."

I heard Ars look up to heaven and sigh.

"So, the candidate chooses one man and one woman at a time, and that makes marriage as it is, but the man was one of the king's sons. That's Lanak. He's on par with that kid in his position, but he couldn't compare his strength, so everyone thought he was the queen and Lanak was gonna be the husband."

"That's an amazing world."

"A royal family is such a thing. Looks like Lanak loved that five-year-old a lot. You've been with me since I was a baby. Let's get along like real brothers and sisters. But on the outside, the clouds were getting suspicious."

Lucrezia narrows her eyes and points to Oscar's face.

"At the time, other countries were gaining strength, starting with Falsus. He said the debate was raised over whether it was okay to stay that way in Trudar, which was cutting off national traffic from other countries. … so it was the innovators who said that we should interact with other countries and interact with that technology. It was the old institutionalists who said that Turdar is a sacred country and therefore unfamiliar with other countries as it is now. Neither of them were sloppy, and eventually the king became ill. The innovators contended to Tinasha that the old institutionalists were split up to support Ranak"

"Even though we fought, wasn't it certain Miss Tinasha would reign?

"Yes. That's why the old institutionalists proposed the sum. One stone and two birds to thwart Tinasha's reign and strengthen Ranak's power."

Lucrezia breathed. Dampen the red lips with your tongue. That's how I spinned the story again.

"- It was when that kid was thirteen. When that kid woke up one night, Ranak was holding himself up and heading somewhere. She wondered, but I didn't doubt Lanak when he said 'good things'. To her, separated from her parents and raised in the castle, you were the best understander that Lanak was in the same position as yourself.... so Lanak lifted her up and came to the cathedral, laying her on the altar - and, more importantly, tore her belly with a dagger."

'It's like it's everywhere,' Tinasha said.

As if it were some other HR, closing his dark eyes and smiling.

"Huh?"

"Huh!?

The screams of all overlap.

Oscar got up with his legs down, which he was putting on his desk, and Sylvia had her eyes so wide open that there was no more.

Lucrezia laughs thinly. His eyes were filled with anger.

"Tearing her belly with powerful power, with its blood and intestines as a catalyst, Lanak and the old institutionalist magicians used a curse to recall their magic. I'll have trouble dying on the way, so just do the magic of life extension, and keep the pain. And tried to capture the magic that appeared in Ranak."

"You must have thought like a sister!?

Ars screamed as he accidentally floated his hips. The light in Lucrezia's eyes remains unchanged, and ironically only her lips rise.

"You must have thought. But wasn't pride hurting you? A young girl who relies only on herself has the power to far surpass herself and is certain to reign instead of the prince's self."

"What is it..."

Tears fell zero out of Sylvia's eyes with her fine voice. Doan is biting his lips in anger for rarity next door.

Oscar remembered that he had reacted abnormally when he had lifted Tinasha up and dropped her off on the sleeping table before. What happened four hundred years ago is an unforgettable wound to her.

The story of the witch goes on in everyone's disgust.

"But the recalled magic was more powerful than I expected. The Lanaks failed to take control of it. And some fled, and some were consumed by magic, and died. And the swirling magic around Tinasha... destroyed Turdar. This is why you perished overnight."

When Lucrezia says so, the two magicians change their complexion haha. I guess they were learning the unexplained demise of the old magical powers. When the witch smiled slightly, she returned the story to something about her friend.

"That child, who was dying but whose consciousness was preserved, was desperate to see the Lanaks flee.... Don't think it's not about original talent or power or anything like that. About this. The dying human will or obsession, she ended up controlling the magic and taking it into herself. The magic that couldn't be captured splashed all over the world, creating a magic lake. But even though the magic storm had vanished, the country had already perished and the area had become a pile of rubble, and the child had suffered severe pain for three days on the spot, although his torn belly had healed. - And when it passed, that child became a witch."

When I close my eyes, I feel the landscape float.

A girl standing alone on a desolate earth.

She lost everything and became a witch.

How much despair was there?

I wonder how many months she put to get that smile back, when she normally smiled in front of everyone.

"That kid then built a tower in the corner of the Turdar territory, where he lived. And I've been searching for Lanak. I've never heard of it for anything. That's it. What do you say?"

Lucrezia sees Oscar.

The witch was laughing, but not laughing.

Oscar slowly exhales all the breath in his lungs.

I think about his beautiful witch.

Its fragile body.

Proud soul.

Distraction, mercy, loneliness, cruelty.

He looked up to Lucrezia when he laughed small.

"Do you think he still loves the man who ripped his belly off?

"Come on?"

The witch invincibly closes her eyes.

"So what do you think that guy thinks of me?

"I hope you don't ask me what I know."

The witch pointed to Oscar with red painted nails.

"That juncture, you left it, didn't you? And you left the dragon behind? That's where the answer is."

Oscar unconsciously touched the back of his left ear.

The tattoo Tinasha wrote that night with her own blood was a temporary seal on his protective kingdom. If this juncture had been visible, Lanak would not have missed him.

Oscar stood up.

"You haven't changed your basic policy. Kill that chest shit bad man and bring Tinasha back. That's all."

Look around the people.

Ars closes his eyes and nods, and Doan praises. Sylvia nodded over and over again crying.

The closed forest witch looked at them and laughed like a mother who saw a well-made child.

It was a strange room when I woke up. Tinasha wakes her body by straining her long night clothes.

After shaking it for the first time several times, my memory caught up with my consciousness. She looks in the mirror over the wall as she walks down the sleeping table.

Move your age, boys, there's a creation you've been familiar with for four hundred years.

Laying her dark eyes down in the mirror, she had a slightly self-derisive grin.

Three magicians stood there against the king when Tinasha briefly entered the hall where Ranak was. Ranak sitting on the white throne looks at her.

"Good morning, Aiti. Did you sleep well?

"Yeah."

Tinasha saw the three of them reporting to the king in some way. Everyone is a man, rarely looking at her.

"What about these people?

"We're going to the city of Tayri."

Lanak replied with a laugh. It is a light, other personnel-like thing. Tinasha tilted her neck rather.

"You burn the city?

A man, standing closest to Tinasha among the three, nods with challenging eyes, asking questions like a girl.

"Yes, and as such, it is the werewolf smoke of war."

"I'll do it"

"Ha!?

With their hair up, the three of them were stunned by a witch named Sara.

"But..."

"I am forgiven. There I go. Prepare yourselves for war."

Tinasha laughs invincibly.

There was a force there that would not allow objections.

Five days later, Oscar was buried in material for diplomacy at the Royal Palace in Farsas, far from where she was.

Kuskul does not border Falsus. To get to the country, you have to cross the old Druza in the northwest or Cesar in the northeast to get to Tayri first.

And Kuskul is northwest of that tairi.

"Or once you get out west and head north on the old Thurdar and circle in from west of Kuskur,"

"Old Trudar seems to have a strange magnetic field."

Oscar nodded silently as Lazar looked at the map from the side and pointed it out.

He can go alone in the first place in the mood, but that would not be tolerated by everyone, and it would be too frivolous. out of the question.

But moving the army with personal affection was more out of the question.

"Wait for Tayri to cry"

"What would you do if Tinasha were married in the meantime"

"... interesting things to say"

When he invites Lazar to bow his head, he fists up the temple. Oscar laughed up the edge of his mouth as he looked down at his screaming squire.

"Lucrezia says Lanak himself is a spiritualist. If we were to have a ceremony, it would be after it's all over."

"Oh really..."

Oscar will let go of his hand and let Lazar go. He quickly stepped out of his husband's reach.

"Anyway, I don't know what kind of nerve it is, but the guy who came to pick up Tinasha with a face that looked like nothing happened has to be cut into about forty-eight places."

"I think you can have a little less..."

Did he wake up in a talking voice, or Nark, who slept round at the edge of his desk, brought his neck and made a small extension.

In conclusion, there was no need to wait.

Two letters were sent to Farsas that evening.

Kevin opened his mouth about the contents when he gathered heavy ministers in the hall, including his sons and generals.

"The first one comes from Tayri. The attack from Kuskul is currently intense and he wants to request assistance from the state. Kuskul says he's not staying in Tayri, he seems to be mastering the whole continent."

One of the generals, Granfort, advances with his hands up. He was a magnificent man of good stature and his hair was starting to mix with gray hair.

"But you really can't trust Kuskul for that willingness, just Tairi's words. Aren't Tayri and Kuskul civil strife in distant lands? I wonder what it would be like to send a soldier out into the dark."

Kevin nodded lightly.

"Well, normally I think so. It's just another one... This is from that couscour. We demand subordination from the five great powers of the continent, Tayri, César, Gandona, Mensan and Falsas."

When I heard that, the joke of laughter filled the scene. All of the nations that dominate the continent, known as the Five Powers, are good nations with a long history and a large scale.

In contrast, I can only say that I am wearing it wrong because a small country that had just been able to do so about a year ago is going to demand subordination.

But Oscar and Ars didn't laugh.

What if it was a kingdom once known as the Magic Power and it was pierced by its power?

In Kuskul, magicians are gathered one after the other, starting with spiritualists with powerful powers. Fighting it means it will be primarily a battle against magic. There has been no war in the last few hundred years that has even had a magician as its main axis. For that reason, no one could imagine what this battle would be like.

Kevin looks at him with a strange face and looks over at him with a sneaky laugh.

"I still don't know if it's going to be a laugh. Because I don't want to see a lot of people accidentally and irrevocably. Tairi said the other day that five big cities were destroyed at the same time. There are thousands of people who have lost their lives. It wasn't close to Kuskul. Looks like he picked a big city and went for it. Some of them were close to César."

The tranquillity that struck the water turns and spreads together.

After all, most countries still don't know much more than the figured out and documented part in the field of magic.

There are at most fifty magicians serving the court in many countries. Many humans can't tell when and where the hell an attack with a number of magicians moving far beyond it is possible. Or maybe tomorrow it will come to the city of Falsus.

Kevin checked to make sure the place was quiet before taking out a single letter and dropping his eyes.

"Finally, I wonder if this is against Oscar"

They call his name. He raises an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"The damaged city of Tayri... they left the building and let everyone disappear, but it means it was the Blue Moon witch who did it"

Stunning passes through people like waves.

Until now, a witch who stood behind history and was barely on the table finally began to interfere in the war with immense force. He who understands the anomaly is wary, and swallows his spit in confusion and fear. I don't show it clearly, but some sent the eye of criticism to Oscar, who kept the witch beside him until recently.

But Kevin and Oscar's expression remains the same. The king looked at his son and continued his words.

"So you, the current user of Acacia, are asking me to crusade the witch. Apart from the request for help from Falsus, he wants you to kill the witch. Is that possible?"

"Possible"

Immediately, Ars changes his complexion behind him. He raises his hand to speak, but stopped that hand in the ensuing Oscar voice.

"But I refuse"

Kevin tilts his neck. I saw my son with ironic eyes. Oscar looks straight back at it.

"If you can't win, you don't have to go because it's dangerous."

"I'm the only one who can kill that one. But I'm not gonna kill you. If Tayri wants help, let's go. But that's when Kuskul is the enemy. Except that guy."

"Isn't she in the country of choice?

"I don't think what's visible is the only truth"

The frowning king was, extremely rarely, infuriating his face. The intimidation usually contained is exfoliated. Nervous and pale heavy ministers, Kevin looked down at Oscar as he rose from his chair. Breathe briefly and exhale with anger.

"Enchanted by the witch, or this fool! Have you forgotten that the lives of the people are on your shoulders!

Everyone shrugs at the mutilating sound of scolding.

But Oscar at the time was just smiling bitterly.

- The witch told me the same thing. I feel strangely nostalgic even though it's recent. Everyone tries to preach.

He looked at the Father King, with his strength in the eyes of the bright night sky colour.

"Father, there is no need to rush. I've already made up my mind. I'm not willing to lose, and I'm not going to let anything go."

It's a word without hesitation.

It's a confident word.

To that answer, Kevin shrugged his shoulders, putting aside a moment of anger where he had been earlier. When I take a deep sigh, I groan, "I think it's blood muscles..." The king sat back gently in his chair smiling bitterly.

"Okay. You do what you want. Instead…"

"Instead?

"Be king you are. It's time for me to step down."

"Heh, Your Majesty!

Nesan, the interior minister, raises a panicked voice. But Kevin gave it back.

"It's a little early, but you won't mind. This is pretty much the guy who's already running the errand. Just the right opportunity to learn a lot."

Oscar was just suddenly listening to my father's decision. But when I gradually smile at the end of my face, I shake my head gently.

"Totally... enjoy working me out for everyone... Okay, thank you for that throne."

Kevin nods with people's bad grin. That's a smile that looks a lot like Oscar. With a cheek wand on his elbow hanging, my father won't forget to stab a nail.

"Always be aware that your decisions will shape your country."

"I remember the liver"

What would a witch say if she heard?

Oscar tried to imagine her words, but she in herself remained with her little back turned.

He remembers what she said when she left.

"As long as you are the bearer of that sword and I am a witch, one day you may truly have to kill me"

That's bullshit, but it's the truth.

- I wonder what role she wants from herself in this war. Or does it not wish to rise to the stage?

I don't get the answer.

And the story starts spinning at speed.