Unnamed Memory

Independently founded in the northwest of Tayri, Kuskur nominally calls himself a "country," but only one castle is in its territory. The gray magnificent castle was built with a cleaved rocky mountain on its back, surrounded by high walls and thick junctions.

The castle, which is supposed to be wrapped in the chilled out air of the highlands, is, by the power of the spiritualists, wrapped inside in warm air. Elvira, a magician living in a castle as a "national" of Kuskul, looked up at the terrace far above from the outer courtyard where only gray sand was laid. Your lady, standing there, looks out over the ocean with her dark eyes. The black magic clothes were in the wind, making the unreliable body look finer.

Elvira glares at the view like in the painting and narrows her eyes. On the other hand, your woman looked back to see if someone had called her. A dull blonde appears, lowering her head and weaving her thick coat from above her black magic clothes. The two disappeared straight from the top of the terrace.

Looking up at the deserted view, Elvira lowers her gaze into the garden. Just then came a man who knew better from the soldier's quarters. Elvira smiles at her lover, who seems to have noticed her immediately.

"Santo!"

"What's going on in there?

"I still have time to convene, so I thought I'd take a walk..."

The magicians will soon be gathered together to give instructions on the war against Tayri.

Elvira was certainly prepared to have to go out on the battlefield, but still, it's hard to be nervous. You'd be lucky you never thought you'd meet your lover's man just out there trying to get some air. Elvira felt the relief boil down, even if her inner anxiety did not diminish.

Santo, dressed in a sword soldier's uniform, looks around with admiration.

"Still, this castle is amazing. I wonder when and how you made it."

"They made it out of magic. Looks like that kind of magic was studied in the dark ages. Look, the war must have been terrible, right? So."

"Oh, I see"

Elvira steals the side of Santo, nodding loudly. I was wondering if he, formerly a Tayrian, had shown any disgust with magic.

Fortunately, all I can see in his eyes is honest praise like a child. Elvira was relieved - but I found something else. Make sure you hide in the high collar of your uniform, and you can see light burn marks. She put her hand on the man's shoulder in surprise.

"Santo, is that...?

A man smiles like a troubled man, but quickly.

"Oh, it's nothing. It made me jump a little hot water."

"Show me."

To the woman reaching out, Santo showed a slightly hesitant bare gesture, but eventually opened his collar very gently. Elvira touches a man's burns as he assembles the composition of a cure he's not very good at, with the help of a chant.

- It's a lie, like hot water jumped.

Having found out about it, she becomes aware of the dark, heavy mood spreading in her heart. Light but definitely, a magical wound. Perhaps someone from the magician harassed him. I've felt the gaze of contempt when we were both before, and I've heard pussies many times.

Elvira could not wipe her apologies to her lover, who showed no complaints or frustration about it.

It was over two years ago that the two of them met.

Hiding that he was a magician, Elvira knew Santo, who had been a soldier in a city, while enduring persecution.

He didn't take a lighter look at her because he was the owner of an honest personality and a flower woman. Instead, he paid a lot of attention to whether the woman was alone or not. The casual kindness gradually attracted her feelings.

But that said, Elvira couldn't get past her thoughts long after she became aware of her emotions. If he is known to be a magician, he must follow himself with a stone, too. That scared me more than anything.

But he was also afraid to remain silent, not wanting to have expectations, and Elvira finally confessed her qualities one day. I'm going to disappear from his presence at the end of the day. The memory of that day is vague and I still don't remember it very well.

But contrary to expectations, Santo didn't change that attitude when he found out she was a magician. Instead, he told me he would protect her.

Elvira celebrated her first days of sleeping in the warmth of a person. I learned happiness in his arms.

And when I found out that the persecuted magicians were going to make a country, when I said he would follow me, I believed that this would allow me to live a peaceful life.

- But the joy of that time, it's only faded a little now.

"Santo, don't push me"

Elvira smiles as she strokes her chest down that the healing went well.

I guess he got the word on par. "I'm fine," he nodded strongly and gave it back. Santo says goodbye and walks to the back along the walls.

Elvira dropped off her hindsight and looked up at the castle again.

Beautiful and spectacular castle. A new land of magicians.

What awaited the two of us in this country, which should be full of hope, was a clear discrimination against Santo, who is not a magician.

No one throws stones at Santo, who serves his country as a soldier. But what difference does it make there? Elvira breaks her chest in the new look of the sorcerers who were being abused.

I wondered if this was really the day I wanted.

"The army of Taaili is already leaving the castle capital and marching on to our country. King Tayri seems to have asked every nation for help in declaring war from us, but his son Lust still doesn't seem to understand the situation very well. You think you can screw us over with about 10,000 horsemen. I've put in a child's general."

Elvira doesn't remember the name of the young magician who is banging and forcefully theorizing about a map stuck out on the wall. Coming in late through the back door because she was confused, she sat in a nearby seat as she bowed herself down. The long desk and chairs, which line up similar to the lecture room, are almost full, and the magicians of Kuskul are listening seriously.

Fortunately, Elvira could not be blamed by anyone, but a man sitting in the front of the room, next to the map, looked at her for a moment.

In this room with more than fifty magicians, the man of the highest rank - - with the eyes of Xulu magician Bardalos, Elvira lays down herself.

Originally from a small country in the east, this man was deported after a magical mass killing in his homeland, he said. Elvira doesn't know and doesn't want to know how such a dangerous figure appeared in Kuskul and became a magician, but she knew very well that a man who was just sitting in a chair leaving explanations to his men had a disturbing atmosphere.

The young magician standing in front of the map continues at a feverish rate.

"Get ready to intercept today. Twenty spiritualists are the spindlers. Ask a hundred or so other ordinary magicians to join you. The basic configuration will now be explained orally, but instructions will also be given later by the Force Leader."

Hearing that, some magicians nodded powerfully. I suppose you remember the exaltation to intercept a country that has oppressed us. Even if you don't show a positive attitude like that, some of you are making a dark vengeance in both eyes.

Elvira, though, could not be more enthusiastic about this battle than they were. Looking at the backs of the other magicians with some blurry eyes.

While doing so, the venue disbanded - Elvira, who tried to leave with the other magicians, but somehow was stopped by the magician.

"He escaped. Didn't he look like that?

"Huh..."

Baldaros' eyes, smiling thinly at his mouth alone, shimmered like predators.

If you're a snake exploring prey, maybe you have these eyes. Elvira gets completely drunk by her opponent and stiff. I look around for help, but there were few other magicians left in the room anymore.

Why have I been caught? Baldaros should have kept his eyes closed the whole time. - She waves powerless as she thinks about it.

"That's not... not true"

"Really?"

"True."

What other answers do you have? Peeking into the curvaceous Elvira, Baldaros narrows his eyes. The tension arose that he would be killed to himself, and when the cold sweat began to tell him his back, but the man laughed as if nothing had happened.

"Right. If you weren't willing to fight, you'd have fled to another country from the start."

…………

Leaving Elvira alone in the answer, the man just leaves the room.

Left behind as if thrown away, she looked down silently under her feet. Baldaros' words circle around his head.

"To other countries..."

How could I not have chosen that option before? Why have you brought your lover to the land of magicians?

Elvira can't find an answer anytime soon, she just stands still. When I tried to leave the room relieved, a man's hand propped me up from behind with a grated body. Looking back to thank you, there stands a magician with brown hair.

Elvira bowed her head lightly to a man who had seen his face but didn't know his name.

"Sorry...... thanks"

"If you're not feeling well, you just need a little rest. Physical and mental disorders sound magical."

"Right..."

Originally Elvira has no such strong magic or skill. Even having instability in this way would interfere with the role that has been shaken. When she left the room alongside the man, she decided to return to her room once. For some reason now, I didn't feel like I could see Santo's face from the front.

The silence seems breathless, and Elvira looks up at the man next door.

"Why are you in this country?

As soon as I said it, I thought she was a lame question, but the other guy didn't even care. He returns sagging as he faces forward.

"For revenge."

"... yes"

After all, that's why we're all here.

Elvira hurried and waved for the first time when she noticed herself about to sigh. Put an unmistakable smile on the man who looked at it suspiciously.

"I'm sorry. I'm a little tired... Oh, I'm Elvira. Greetings."

"Oh... it's Renate"

The side of the man who said that still seemed to look somewhere far away and she didn't understand.

The question as to why you came to this country seems to be a pair with the assumption as to why you did not flee Tayri.

But Elvira doesn't have a clear answer. Born in Tayri, with magic but thus abandoned by her parents, she has lived wandering this vast country all along.

I have tried many times to flee to other countries. Still not being able to cross the border must have just been timid. For Elvira, who has always heard words that deny herself, it's on the other side where she doesn't even know how to live, such as another country. Better than that, Tayri, who can manage if he can't even be a magician. I can't stay long in one place, of course, but I can still live.

"To live, I can..."

Elvira, who walked to her room with a cloud, lays down on her bedside and closes her eyes.

The moment I fell asleep, what I saw behind my eyelid was the distant gaze of your lady standing on the terrace for some reason.

- - I wonder why she came to this country.

With that in mind, and as he solicited his indigestible anxiety, Tayri's army was steadily approaching Kuskur.

The Asdra Plains are situated halfway down the street leading from Tayri to Kuskur, close to Kuskur.

It took more than half a day to lay the configurations for interception on the indicated plain. But that's since Elvira joined us, and the spiritualists involved from the very beginning of the work were almost three days old.

Only with so many hands, the configurations that could be made were of unparalleled size. Elvira feels satisfied and horrified at the same time that she was involved. I made something like this and defeated Tayri, and I feared that the magician would become more fearful.

But I can't say that to look at the heights of war around me.

Elvira went back into the woods nearby when she was concerned and made a final check of the composition with her own eyes. Squeeze hands trembling at tension.

Likewise, in her fellowship waiting for time in the woods, she unconsciously searched for a lover and let her gaze wander. That eye finds the intended person.

"Santo!"

Calling his name, he came straight to her.

"What's up?

"I'm sorry. A little anxious."

"I'm sure it will work. Don't worry."

When he told him to reassure him, he held her shoulder. A magician around you sees it with cold eyes.

Elvira noticed the magician's gaze and felt her anxiety grow again. Santo notices that look and peeks into her worried.

"Elvira?"

"... nothing. We have to work hard."

No matter how uncertain my feelings seem, I can't get out of hand right now.

Because of course she knows what the imminent army of Tayri has done to magicians in their long history.

The king of Tayri has two children. It's Lust, Prince Wang, and his sister Princess Cecilia.

Of these, the successor, Lust, was a holder of a character that was somewhat harsher than his father's, and also showed difficulty in his father's decision to issue a request for rescue to another country.

"It can be dropped quickly, such as in a magician-inspired country. There aren't five hundred magicians out there. Right? There is no need to show weakness to other countries'

That's what he said, arranging 10,000 horsemen, leaving the command to the general, who is nearby.

Of course the general who binds the army was confident. Tayri is a brave nation. I don't even feel like losing to the biggest Falsas of the five powers in the White Soldier War.

- Let's break up the filthy magicians. If I survived, would I torture him?

The general, who was marching in giggling at such an idea, frowned, however, when he realized from the beginning that the decree was coming in great haste.

"Shit, General, it's tough!

"What's wrong with you"

"That's the invisible wall, and I can't go any further."

"What!?

Such an idiot, the ground at your feet glows when you try to open your mouth. Looking down at it from the horse, the general saw a magical tattoo floating there. The tattoo has gone all the way to the ground as far as I can see.

"What is this..."

When the general embarked to look better, but accidentally a bright red flame burned from the tattoo, enveloping his body.

"Nice view."

Baldaros looked at the burning plains as they floated in the universe. I can see countless black figures falling in flames.

What was laid in advance on the plains is a wide-ranging flame composition. The magicians were supposed to pass their magic into the configuration, aiming for the army of Tayri to pass over it. And that aim was fully fulfilled.

Taking command of the whole thing, Baldaros looks really happy to see the sea of flames.

Rumored to have committed mass killings in his country, he is, as the rumor suggests, a man who was once deported from the country after killing more than a hundred people in the small eastern country of Catholis.

To him, who left wanting a magical killing, the court of Catholis turned over a squadron of troops as a crusader, but when it was wiped out altogether, the country gave up his murder. Having been allowed to leave with his fortune instead of pledging never to enter the country again, he had cleverly concealed the whereabouts for some time, but had now begun to manifest its cruel nature once again in history as the magician of Kuskul.

"Master Baldaros!

A man's magician is screaming as he looks down at those who speak. He frowned lightly looking bored and asked, "What is it?" The magician points to the Tairi army in a hurry.

"It breaks through from the south!

"Hmm. That's it. Shall we intercept then?"

Baldaros went back on the ride, putting it on his face that it had become interesting.

Tayri's horseback cavalry advances in its madness shape. The magicians intercepted it from the woods. The magic that is unleashed one after the other plays off the approaching soldiers.

But the number of cavalry coming at me was not quite reduced, and the runoff finally hit the magician who was at the forefront. A horseman sprinkles more swords as he steps over a magician who collapses with a spear thrust.

"Kill him! Kill him!

Those who are in the midst of battle do not know which army the voice belongs to. Just squeeze your sword, or even your magic.

Elvira chants as she falls back into the woods where horseback riding is not allowed. When I looked back to unleash the finished magic, at present, the sword of the soldier who had been following me on foot protruded. The composition breaks down with unspoken screams.

But the sword was prevented by Santo's sword, which broke in from the side.

"Elvira! Run!

To Santo's words. When she hurries to distance herself from the enemy soldiers, she begins chanting again.

- - Don't be in a hurry. We have to make sure that the configuration is in place.

That's how Elvira tried to launch the finished magic, but the blade of air released by the other magicians flashed. The blade cleaves every Santo enemy soldier in front of Elvira. Santo, who suffered a deep laceration in his belly with an enemy soldier who was slashed in the throat and died in an instant, overlaps and falls. To too many sights, a scream shouted faster than recognition.

"Santo! How could you!

To Elvira, who rushed over, the magician, who unleashed the blade, said coldly.

"I'm not a magician. You don't mind if I die."

"What...!

At that time, there was an explosion right next door. Elvira covers Santo and lays down on his body. Hot air passed right over my head.

She wakes her fearful head with trembling. And I was stunned.

- The woods, they were gone right behind them. Baldaros is unleashing magic from the ride with a laugh.

"Look, just kill him. If we don't hurry, we'll lose our enemies."

When he said so, he also unleashed a giant sphere of flame against his enemies with a short chant. An explosion occurs at the same time as the flame lands. The magicians, who had fled, began to push Tayri's soldiers in reverse after him when they were relieved by his overwhelming power.

Elvira leads to Santo's body when she returns to me in the woods, where the magicians have left and only a few bodies around.

"Santo... please... don't die..."

Magic of healing, but not enough power or blocking wounds. I didn't know how to structure it until now because of confusion.

- - How did this happen?

Was my desire to just live in peace enough to have to pay such a price?

I should have left Tayri sooner if this had happened. For our own good, more than anyone else, without spoiling our cowardice.

Elvira bites her lips. Despair reached for her spirit. Tears zero in his lover's body, and he falls mixed with his blood.

"Please..."

At that time, beside her face, a woman's white hand was offered from behind. Without any chanting, magic is poured into Santo's wounds.

Elvira stared with incredible thoughts at the deep wounds blocking her while she saw them. When the healing ends without leaving any scars, she looks back in horror.

"Are you..."

The woman, laying down her dark eyes, put her index finger in front of her lips without answering it, and showed her to shut up. Spread your white hands and start putting together another complex configuration.

"I'm going to transfer you. We'll get you out into the woods near the streets of César, so get out of this country."

Elvira nodded silently as she gazed at her wet eyes.

The magic of a woman is poured into the composition. The view distorted the area.

She holds Santo's hand firmly. To get our own future in places we don't know.

Asdra's battle ended with a victory on the Kuskul side.

Tayri lost all his original 10,000 horsemen except for more than five hundred horsemen losers, and Kuskul was sacrificed by less than fifty magicians. In this result, the countries will recognise the powers of the magicians once again as well as fight and change their view of Kuskul.

That's not the only cause of Asdra's battle though.

Almost at the same time as this battle, every city in the four powers, except Tayri, still left only the buildings and all the inhabitants disappeared neglectfully. The damage was caused by all the cities, medium to large, respectively, and until then the country, which had sidelined the crisis in Tayri as other personnel, also had to think seriously about Kuskur's writings.

Oscar, who refrained from the reign ceremony four days later, makes a tannic surface with that report. Originally, dignitaries from various countries were invited, and the reign ceremony, which would be held in a grand event, was, however, sometimes scheduled to be held briefly in Japan alone.

"So, what was it like?

Standing on the report before Oscar, Suzuto explained when he went to see the nervous but disappeared city.

"There was no damage to the building. And here's the thing… there were stores with hot soup on the table that felt like people were gone now."

It's a strange phenomenon.

"I'm not popular at all, but sometimes... I got that feeling like I had a ghost"

"Like what?"

"I sometimes feel something like that when I say gaze or feel it. But there's no one there."

"... I see"

Upon exiting Suzuto, Oscar spoke to Doan, who was holding back in the corner of the room.

"What do you think?

"... I honestly have no idea how I can do that"

"You think it was him?

"Probably. If not, that would be tough. Because there are other magicians who can do that."

"Or so it is."

Ars, who was still in the room, opens his mouth to the deeply breathing Oscar.

"What do you do? Cesar and Gandona said they decided to send troops. Mensan is still lost."

"Right."

Oscar puts it on his desk when he puts his feet together. I wet my dry lips with my tongue.

- - The answer is decided from the beginning.

I was just exploring the time period. And that's when it came. He gets up with his feet down when he laughs small.

"Keep the army organized. I'll leave when the reign is over."

Ars and Doan bowed their heads respectfully to the words.