Unnamed Memory

I can still remember vividly by closing my lid.

Look at my suffering mother in flames.

By the time I got my mind on it, he and his mother already lived in a small cabin in the woods. My mother goes to town once a week and buys food and stuff back. But I never allowed him to go to town.

- But if it's forbidden, I'm interested.

One day he left the house and went to town, and showed the kids as old as he met there what he always did in a truly unloved mood.

The hat of one of the girls who was among the children fell into the pond. He magically took a hat from her, crying like a favorite. That's all.

The hat I offered him, thinking he would be happy. But he shook it off with a face of fear. The children run off to scatter, and instead the frightened looking guards come after him.

He fled desperately and reached home.

My mother's face when I heard his hasty explanation was nothing but despair. When the two of us left the house without taking anything to take, a guard just came from around town. The guard lit the bottle he had when he saw his parents and children trying to escape.

A flaming oil bottle can be thrown at the house, and at them.

Pushed by his mother, he fled into the woods.

Looking back only once, what he saw was the end of my mother's suffering as she danced in flames.

He whines in a voice that only he can hear.

My mother wasn't a magician.

But he was killed.

Because of yourself?

Yeah, but it's not. A man who hates magicians killed her.

I didn't want to abandon this country that oppresses magic and flee to other countries. There's something I need to do. I can still remember well their faces for killing my mother. I was still young then. They went from guard to military a few years ago. I did a good job finding out where he was assigned.

Revenge.

Redemption.

That's the only reason I live.

So when I saw the massive configuration that I was able to make, Renate felt an unspeakable exhilaration. This plain will be their final land.

Like my mother that day, I wish I had died in agony in flames.

When the flames of the plains went out, the area was filled with the unpleasant smell of burning corpses. As far as I can see, black burnt objects in the shape of horses and people fill the ground, and some magicians nauseate at the tragic sight. Despite the obvious victory, there was some aftertaste between them turning away with a blue face. Nature and words become less to the breathlessness of the cliché after the war.

In the meantime Renate was running through the woods following soldiers who were losing on foot. He tongues at three soldiers who run around unnecessarily screaming.

Why would they try to live so ugly when they wish they had died in the flames? Save my mother's life. We only want to live ourselves. Bugs are good. If you are going to kill people, shouldn't you be prepared to be killed?

Renate struck out the blade of the wind because of the ruthlessness of hunting for prey. The man who was running behind the most collapses with his back torn open. As he passed across it, he saw the man's face.

I was a little old but definitely. It's a face I couldn't forget for ten years. The man spits blood from his mouth and is already desperate. Both eyes are distorted by fear and at an unexpected end.

I was a little surprised to notice myself with Renate but not any emotions.

Nowhere is the exhilaration until now. Only dull insensitivity, like just soaked in cold water, dominates him. It's as if I've always thought of myself as falling out somewhere. Only the body just keeps moving inert.

He magically mutilated a second body that was within range. The opponent collapses like a piece of paper.

Renate does not see that face, which would have died in an instant. - I just didn't want to see it.

A third person falls to the ground by clinging to the roots of a tree.

When the man looked back on his back, he looked at Renate and looked at the intersection of fear and petition.

"Help me..."

Renate does not answer.

- My mother wanted help, too.

But they didn't help. Killed him unharmed. Why do they want to live?

In the hands of Lennart, who chants the spell, a blade appears. When he saw it, the man waved powerless.

"Please... I don't want to die"

He looks down at the man and waves his hand.

My mother's last years revive ten years of hatred. That finally ends here.

Renate narrowed her eyes. The man is getting smaller and crying.

- - If you kill this man...

The right hand that made the magic appear is hot.

I wanted and wanted, and I celebrated this time. I even dreamed about it. It's the end of a burning paranoia.

There's no room to get lost. So you can't even hesitate.

But...

Yet Renate,

Waving that hand down - I couldn't help it.

He stares at the trembling man. I have an itchy tooth with a constant passion. Words came out naturally.

"... go"

Hands down. The magically created blade disappears.

"Go! Get out of my sight! Get lost!"

The man rushed up and ran away into the back of the woods. Renate doesn't look at it by covering his face with both hands. Breathe in trying to calm your up breath.

That's when a voice rang from behind me.

"Is that it? What are you doing, man? Could I have missed the enemy?

A teasing voice. Looking back, there was one Baldaros, standing with an ironic grin.

"I think I told you not to let one of them get away with it, huh? Didn't I?"

"... must be"

"Well fine. I'll kill you after him. Stay back."

"To be...!

I swallowed the words that I asked him to wait, but Baldaros laughed slightly.

"What? You want me not to kill you? The opponent is a soldier who came out on the battlefield. You'd be ready to die."

"The man had no more will to fight"

"War has nothing to do with it. If you're not willing to fight, you should have come here from the beginning. Or what? You're gonna die instead?

Renate stunned and stared at the man in front of her.

An eye full of joy that kills people. The eyes of madness.

Killing enemy soldiers is no different for Baldaros than killing Renate. A mighty magician. I have the power to kill people so I can mow the grass. This is another magician.

Renate was struck by an unspeakable sense of fatigue.

Maybe I could die, I think. You will die sheltering the vengeance you wanted to kill. I want to laugh at the funny.

- But that's enough. Let's get this over with.

That's when he opened his mouth, a whistling thin woman's voice suddenly broke in.

"The man is my squire. I want you to be so frustrating."

Renate looks back in a hurry. There stood a brunette witch, the king's princess. Baldaros gives people a bad grin.

"This is Lady Aetherna, when are you coming?

"Just now."

"I apologize for not welcoming you. Looking very tired, was it that hard to declare war on another country? I could have done it, couldn't I?

When Renate saw her in Baldaros' words, which did not hide the mockery, she did look quite white. You used too much magic. The fluctuations are also weak.

But she returned arrogantly to Baldaros' irony.

"Faster than you do. Better than that, leave the loser alone already. Rescue the wounded and return to your country."

"... ok"

When Baldaros turns off his expression, he transfers in a gracious manner. The witch glanced at Renate and disappeared herself.

"Thank you for earlier"

In a room at the Royal Palace in Kuskul, Renate lowered her head so to the woman sleeping in the long chair by the window and looking out the window casually. The woman answers nothing and drops her gaze on her nails. Renate asked a witch who didn't look at herself.

"Why did you help me then?

A squire, etc., is a complete lie. He never even talked to her. Baldaros would have spotted that, too.

The witch remains faceless but finally sees Renate on the side. Pounding and squeaking in a voice without discouragement.

'Cause he looked tired.

Simple answer. I don't know why that is.

But Lennart stood up feeling that he had been seen through everything.

She lays down her long black eyelashes. The eyes behind it seemed to have a deeper darkness. Strange eyes. I'm even willing to see my past there when I stare.

When he realized it, Renate was beginning to follow through on his past. Childhood, the death of a mother, the days of dawn for revenge, and today.

The witch didn't pinch a word, she was just looking up at the ceiling whether she was listening or not, but when the story was all over, she tilted her neck and stared at him.

"What did you think when you killed him?

He was stuck in words for a moment.

I've never fixed that emotion into words yet. But he opened his mouth.

"I'm sober. … and it was very offensive"

She said small, yes. And ask another question.

"Then what about when you didn't kill him?

Dark eyes shoot him.

Renate answered the question in a war-torn - faintly trembling voice.

"I'm relieved... but I also thought I should have killed you"

"Honest"

The voice that returned instantly was pungent, and it sounded like a shudder. Renate is taken aback because she barely laughs since she came to the royal palace and had a sense of intimidation that kept people away from her, I didn't think she would ever speak like that.

But she didn't realize it, and she said, "What are we going to do? You can help me if you want to leave here," he said like nothing.

- I wonder what it means for the princess to bring the escape.

But Renate blurred that it was who she really was. And ask the other way around.

"What are you here for?

She turned her eyes round. Slightly bitter.

"I..."

That's when the door opened with a rambling noise.

"Dear Aetherna! Invite such a person!

A girl comes in angry with her shoulder. There was another woman standing right behind it.

The girl looks around seventeen. There is a mild habit in the cream-colored hair wrapped around the back and a pleasant light in the gray eyes. On the other hand, is the woman who came in about her twenty years past? She was a calm woman with dull blonde hair and brown eyes.

The witch replied softly, "Whoever you talk to is on your own," when she sighed and looked at the girl.

"Are you a woman?

The girl is annoyed by Renate's simple question.

"Who's the woman! I'm a magician, too! Because you're gonna take absolute revenge on the ones who kicked us out of the city!

I know he is serious, but because of his youth or when the word vengeance was done, he was lightly felt, and Lennart smiled unexpectedly like he was in trouble. The girl blushes even more angrily when she sees it.

"What! I'd say half a serving!?

"Tris, annoying"

The witch cautioned briefly. The girl snaps her mouth as soon as possible. Seeing that disgruntled face, the witch preached.

"I know I've said this before, but I don't deny vengeance. You can punish them by legitimate means, or you can prefer to retaliate directly. However, the latter is an act and will that only goes to the past. Think carefully about whether it really suits you to spend your current self on it. Does retracing the remnants of your past take precedence over anything else?... If you're not prepared to do that, you'll just get lost in revenge"

Her words echoed Renate's chest as well.

I must have been running the way I wanted to for ten years when I saw my mother in flames. It's just the remnants of an angry child.

There is nothing left of the child's passing. And with vengeance, now he was about to get lost.

Tris let his mouth snap with a bright red face, but he leaves the room when he returns his heel without saying anything. Another woman grinned bitterly when she saw the door slammed shut.

"I'm sorry"

"I'm used to it"

The witch made a small stretch when she stood up. I laugh when I see Lennart.

"So, what was the answer to the question just now? What do we do?"

Looking back at the dark eyes.

He doesn't know what's out there. Nothing in the witch's eyes. It's just like a mirror.

It's just that Renate was listening to her and beginning to want her present back again. And if I can, I want to find my way by helping her, who gave me that opportunity.

When Renate decided his mind, he knelt down to the witch.

"Here, I will serve you"

Witches marvel with their eyes round. But as soon as you smile softly,

"I like things."

I said.

Lowe, the boy who had been put to use by the next city, came back to his city and stood first at its entrance. The same town as usual. But you can't see the boulevard, the shops, and his house, and nobody else.

The boy wandered around town looking for people, and when he made sure they were completely deserted, he gave me way too much. Still with slight hope, he tries to get back home again.

My mother had prepared it for me, or lunch was ready on the table.

I can smell the nostalgic scent and cry. The food was still warm enough.

When he ate it crying, he stirred up his tired legs to let the next city know what was going on.

The reign formula ended without delay. After the ceremony, people greet with enthusiasm and cheer the young king who appeared on the terrace of the castle. Oscar, who had finished his unveiling, was walking down the hallway of the castle, giving instructions to Ars, Kum and Doan for the Tayri expedition from the next day.

So when a line plugged into the hallway in front of the colloquium, suddenly a boy jumped out of the colloquium and stood in front of the Oscar. The boy's outfit, visible around the age of ten, belonged to the common man. Even if you're noble in the first place, it doesn't usually mean you have children in a castle.

Oscar looked down suspiciously at the boy with his hands spread and a desperate face.

"What the hell?"

"You're going to defeat the witch! Take me with you!!

Everyone on the spot opens their mouth with an indescribable face.

"Lowe! What are you doing!

Suzuto came running screaming from across the hallway. He strangles the boy with wings.

"I'm so sorry. Thank you for your disrespect."

"Is that your brother?

"No, it was Halhat's child... I happen to be out of town then and seem to have escaped the difficulties. She said she didn't want to go, so she took it."

Oh, I see. And Oscar shrugged.

Halhat is a city in southern Farsas where all residents have recently disappeared neglectfully. Suzuto, who went to investigate, apparently brought the child back as he was. The boy raved his voice as he was strangled with wings.

"I asked. It was the witch who killed everyone, wasn't it? I'm coming, too! Take everyone's revenge!

"Say no. Kids study hard."

The king, who had just taken office, returned it just like that.

But the boy doesn't seem to be willing to pull, and when he escapes the tin that tries to pull himself away, he bites the king even more.

"Then lend me that sword! I'll go kill the witch."

"You..."

When Oscar grabbed the boy's collar, he hoisted it to the height of his own eyes. Just shudder and teach in various tones.

"Even with this sword, he's a normal person, and his opponent is an instant killer. Listen to me when you know what I mean."

"That's what you do because you're not willing to kill a witch! Take me!

The people around you just flatter the words of a rambling boy. Kum, the oldest, glanced sharply at the boy.

"What kind of mouth towards His Majesty..."

"Nothing good. Say something more interesting than that. You don't think I'm gonna kill him? Exactly."

"Still a king!

"You know... if a magician or a witch wants to destroy the city, you just have to hit a few big shots from above without paying attention to the building or something. Think of the meaning of bothering to erase only humans clean. If you don't use your head, you won't see anyone you can meet."

To an accusation from the King, Lowe shut his eyes. When I think about it for a while, I cut it out as a snack.

"Mom, are you alive?

"Maybe. Go see the witch to hear that."

Oscar lowered the boy to the floor. The lightly cursed boy looks up at the king with a slightly intertwined hope of being born and anxiety about expecting too much of it. Slightly there, but signs of familiarity swayed.

"But... what would you do if you were really dead"

Oscar narrowed his eyes to the fearful questioned words.

The expression changes all the time.

It's the king's eye sitting on the throne.

Then I'll kill the witch.

Ars was relieved by his master's voice.

It was a false, utterly genuine word.

I wonder why Aetherna is such a preacher.

The girl supposedly with your lady, Tris, was outraged while drinking tea in her own room. Brown-eyed woman grins bitterly over dull blonde across the street. Her name was Pamira, and Tris and I had been ordered to take care of Tinasha around us. The girl in front of me would be more than Tinasha, one way or another, who needs the most care. Not doubting himself as a serving, Tris points his lips at dissatisfaction.

"You don't change your age much. I want you to stop taking care of me."

"Huh."

Pamira was decent with the girl's misguided remarks.

"Tris, you...... don't know who Master Aetherna is?

"Who, who will be His Majesty's bride? Sounds like a very strong spiritualist."

"A strong spiritualist, or" The Witch of the Blue Moon. "

I heard that. Tris' face was quite a sight to see. The eyes and mouth were opened round, and when I thought it had solidified for a while, it turned bright blue, then bright red.

"That's true!? Blue Moon Witch!? Lie, I... I've always admired you!

"It's true. Stranger You Didn't Know."

Pamira says softly to the girl who shines her eyes in excitement, she goes on in her heart.

"And this is Trudar's last queen."

and.

Pamira was born and raised in the sanctuary of a spiritual magician in the territory of the former Trudar.

Trudar had a vast national territory, but only the castle capital was inhabited by people, almost displaying the state of the city. However, magicians who did not live in its castle capital and who lived secluded in the woods and elsewhere were small in number but existed.

Pamira is one of those blood heirs who grew up listening to them all the time since she was a kid.

- i.e. the story of a young and beautiful girl who was supposed to be the last queen of Trudar and the continuation of the story of her becoming a witch.

All the other magicians who were inside refused it when the invitation came because they had made a country over Ranak. I guess they had a distrust of the prince, who remained silent while living for more than four hundred years.

But Pamira left alone. For one thing, it's because of my longing for Trudar, the magical nation I used to hear about. A mysterious country where many of the urban mechanisms were magically bribed, advanced technology was studied everywhere, and national traffic was cut off from other countries. I expected to be able to see it with my own eyes.

But when he came to Kuskul and spoke of his qualities, all the magicians around him said nothing in expression, but scoffed at her in shadow.

He said both his parents were spiritualists.

"I can't believe you're a spiritual magician and yet you make children..."

'You can't beat the temptation of meat. Isn't she, too?

That was an intolerable humiliation.

I don't know how the other spiritualists have spent the last four hundred years outside. But at least in her village, it was supposed to be fortunate for those who liked each other to marry and be blessed with children.

- Is it so inferior as a magician that spiritual magic becomes unusable?

Pamira was angry, and regretted it. But I endured it and worked for Kuskul. I thought if I showed strength, no one would say anything.

But the harder she tries, the worse her pussy gets. When I was tired of it and started thinking about going back to the village, "she" came.

Black silk hair, white magnetic skin, and dark eyes as we heard about it.

Tinasha was beautiful, like breaking Pamira's heart as she was trying to assume, what a beautifying old story it was anyway.

It is still vivid memories of when I volunteered for her caregiver and met her face to face. The witch stood by the window and looked back at Pamira, saying a little surprised.

"You're a spiritualist. Pretty strong."

"Both my parents were spiritualists. I inherited everything from my parents."

She hardens herself that she may be mocked.

But the witch, with a calm grin that rarely shows

"You're loved. That's lovely."

I missed it.

Pamira set her mind at that moment.

It could be like Hina, who was just born, thinks of what she first saw as a mother bird.

But she did feel deeply that my master was this way...