Unnamed Memory

The army transferred to the western fort of Tayri is roughly 50,000 troops of the five powers. That number seemed to be too much power to destroy just a few hundred Kuskulls. But it was in consideration of the unknown power of the magicians.

The night he missed Tinasha, Oscar, who tightened up Lust and got the information, is in a terrible mood for being turned behind and wasting his time. The day designated by the witch is already approaching tomorrow. Will I fulfill it and march on in time for something of it?

In frustration, Oscar confirms the route of the march from tomorrow with the generals near the entrance to the fort at dusk. That's how he looked up, and he noticed Sylvia running toward him. The magician woman reports, letting her breath out when she stands before the king.

"Your Majesty, a civilian girl came looking for protection, but it looks like the magicians chased her on the way from here to Kuskul. Now, please gather in the conference room, Your Majesty."

"Okay."

Sylvia explained on her way to the conference room:

I hear the protected girl named Luli. She said she seemed to be the first survivor of the town to be burned by Kuskul and was protected by a magician who lived in hiding. But the magicians in Kuskul were about to find me and left there, and on their way to the fort, the magicians still found me and chased me around.

"You've been well."

"Was it because I was a child? Anyway, please tell us the actual story in person."

Upon arrival in the conference room, Sylvia opened the door for her master. When Oscar gets inside, he can already see a number of royal and commanding figures from other countries.

In the center of it stood a young girl with her back turned. The girl looks back when she notices new human signs. He looked up seriously at Oscar with green eyes and let his face shine with joy.

"A prince! I was really there!

"... I'm not a prince..."

After he says it, he remembers if it would have been better for the girl. But she ate down.

"Shh! I showed it to you. Your sister said you were very strong."

"Show me?

"You saved me from a bad wizard. She was so beautiful. Because I didn't stop crying, he told me all kinds of stories. He also showed me all sorts of things. When you put your hands on it, it floats like you're really looking in your head."

The girl's words are awkward, but Oscar had an idea. Bend your knees to match the height of the girl's eyes.

"Were you brunette?

"Yeah. And the color of my eyes. The colour of a night without light"

He sighs slightly at the answer as expected.

"That disgraceful bitch..."

Oscar held his head flat in his hand as he stood up and seemed to lose strength.

Apparently, the girl was chased by a magician and even more helped by a witch was a slightly opened place about an hour by horse from the fort.

When the army left the fort after nightfall stopped marching in front of it, it first sent the magicians to investigate ahead. We must avoid the two dances of the Asdra Plains that go into a detour and trap us. But the returning magicians have reported that when the commanders return to the tent where they gather, they "feel no particular anomaly".

Oscar asks Doan, who went to investigate, by invitation, outside the tent and whispering.

"Is that true?

"I can feel the faint magic, but I can't see any composition. … but if Tinasha did it, honestly it's impossible for us to see through."

"Again?"

Now, Oscar figures out what to do.

Talks already seem to be wrapped up between royalty and commanders in other countries in the direction of passing ahead. Surely if we bypass here, we can't get into Kuskul by the end of the day. A young woman's voice was hung from behind Oscar thinking if he knew this was a trap he should go in...

"I don't want you to move around asking for errands."

"... Has a good person arrived?"

Looking back, there stood a closed forest witch with a grumpy face.

"I went to see all the cities! It's annoying."

"Bad. So, how'd it go?

Soldiers passing around and commanders a little further away sent a glimpse of interest to the beautiful woman standing right next to King Falsus. But the two of us talk completely unintentionally.

"Thank you very much. I feel like I'm gonna do something bad. It delays residents' time extremely, putting them in a pseudo-temporal stop state. We made those humans unconscious on top of that. It's not like he's gone. Everyone is still in the city. If you're a good person, don't you feel signs?

"Oh, I see..."

Oscar recalled that Suzuto had reported signs of a ghost. I guess there's a lot of transparent people in that city right now who don't know whether to touch it or look at it. It is the thought of knowing once again the horror of witches because they do such amazing things across nine cities, and several at the same time.

The king even admires and asks the other witch.

"Can you solve it?

"No, it's cool. And they were able to solve it automatically when the time ran out. In an hour, all the cities will be solved."

"Is that true!?

"True. Well, I'll go now."

"Wait a minute."

Oscar captured Lucrezia's arm trying to transfer with a flickering wave. The witch glances back at her eyebrows.

"What?"

"I want you to see if Tinasha didn't do any magic ahead"

"Why me?"

"There's no one else I can do it"

"Even if it did, wouldn't it be the same if you couldn't afford to be on the detour? Don't worry, it's not like killing people."

That's what Lucrezia said and tongued out. Apparently, while she's here, she'll know what kind of technique is available.

After all, Oscar sighs inside. The witch raised an eyebrow when she put her hands on her hips.

"Mostly, it wouldn't bother me if I found out that the kid was involved until me, even though it's just a central issue this time. And one way or the other, I take precedence over you."

"He doesn't look at himself."

"Still. I won't help. Do something for yourself."

Tough, still Oscar tongued at the words of the righteous witch.

Lucrezia gives me information. But I can't get my hands on it. I guess that's her choice as a witch. Her line is like pushing away, but she weighs people's freedom.

I can see that. Oscar nodded small.

"Okay. I'll figure it out."

"Good boy."

Lucrezia, laughing with teasing eyes, whispered to Oscar with a very serious, seldom visible look, however, at the next moment.

"That kid doesn't protect himself. Be your shield."

"... oh"

"I'm glad you're here at this turning point."

The witch floats her sad, loving eyes. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I grinned, as usual.

"Good luck at best."

Leave a light word and her figure disappears. Oscar shrugged his shoulder thinking of himself being flirted with by two witches.

In the end, 50,000 troops began marching, even though they suspected the trap existed.

Still, in case anything happens, the royal families and commanders of the nations are gathered together in the heart of the army. Oscar left the march to the other generals to gather Ars, Meredina, Kum, Doan, Carv, Silvia and others around him. Even if there was a magic trick, if they were there, they'd be able to handle most of it.

That said, going about an hour with caution doesn't mean anything else is going to happen. The commanders were gradually beginning to relieve themselves of the lack of change.

But soon there will be a message running from the troops in the front row.

Says, "I can't see the way forward, whether I go ahead or not".

"You do amazing...... I didn't know we were blocking this big space."

Carve brought a sigh of admiration. Oscar has a headache in his subordinate words, which can also be taken as a compliment, half of which would actually be.

"Absolutely. He's a disobedient being himself. How can we solve this?

"If you see the need for configuration...... Speaking of scale, Master Tinasha should be keeping the tattoo fixed somewhere instead of maintaining it in progress at present. If you can find it. But the configuration itself is completely invisible."

"I can't see either."

It is a gift. Oscar cursed Lucrezia's thinness just a little bit.

The army, which had stopped one step, was confused from its central part, where the directive should be issued. When Oscar looks around, he sees the general, the royalty, their neighbors, the soldiers of the escort, and the magician discussing it there in search of information and a way to open it.

Oscar felt abominable when he found Prince Lust in them. This wouldn't have happened if that guy hadn't made some weird time in the first place, and the creepy frustration sprang up on eight hits, making me want to beat him up for now. When I hit him in the tongue instead - suddenly the man appeared there.

A magician who emerged without any foretaste in their confusion. The man, wrapped in a black robe, gracefully broke his knee and thanked himself as his attention began to draw. Greet with a good voice.

"I'll see you first. My name is Bardalos and I am the magician of Kuskul."

Several people quickly pulled out their swords in the name of Kuskul. Baldaros clasps it with his hands as he shrugs his shoulders around him, killing him as soon as possible.

"Killing me won't get you out of here. It is a good substitute for a work of art in which the bride of our king was made. You can't get out of there first."

"What do you want, clown?"

Mensan's general asks abusively. Baldaros turned to him and laughed. This magician seems to enjoy the role given to himself a lot and answers with a playful dialogue.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time we are gathered in good health to offer our subordination to Kuskul. I would love to see our king gain the power of God... as soon as I come to guide you through the crossroads. Of course it is not possible to invite everyone. Because I don't have that many seats. But that's right... there's plenty of room for your dignitaries, generals, and neighbors."

"Who rides a story like that!

"Approximate thoughts, too!

Anger flies.

But Baldaros was totally uninterested in it, letting a masked smile stick to his face. Oscar takes a step forward with his hands on Acacia in the sheath.

"Okay. Take him."

"Your Majesty!?

Kum raises his voice in a panic. But Baldaros glanced at Oscar satisfactorily, regardless. He spreads his hands wide open. Complex configurations appeared in my arms.

"Of course, I thought I'd take you.... but everyone else is with you. You don't have the right to veto. We're in trouble without you audiences. Because you..."

Configuration activated. The gate opened after swallowing around a hundred humans around the magicians of Kuskul. In the midst of screaming and stunned voices, Baldaros' voice is called off.

But Oscar did hear the rest of it.

"You will be hostages to our bride."

and.

Ahead of the opening of the transfer gates were ruins in a wide wilderness that stretched everywhere.

Winds mixed with dry sand. There are several white stone columns lined up in a circular square where dust falls, but many others have broken and fallen. At his feet was a nearly collapsing stone floor, and the central part of the square was elevated through a dozen stone steps.

And so as to surround the circular space, a stone staircase about three floors high is built around the outer circumference in a rind bowl. Even so, it's not completely surrounded, but collapses everywhere, so it's actually only about half the outer circumference. It made me feel the flow of time. There, I imagined more quiet than unbroken.

A capital of the past filled with silence. If it had not been such a time, people would have admired the view of loneliness. But now more than three hundred Kuskul magicians stood on the outer stone steps, overlooking the "visitors" who had transferred to the centre with a contemplative expression. Some of the magicians lined up on the stone staircase started with the intermediate demon tribe with wings, and there are quite a few creatures who think they are in service and are alien.

Oscar looked over at it and said freely.

"It's like an ambush in a painting."

Others are dazed, and some are driven by fear. As Oscar looked back at Ars behind him, he shrugged his shoulders with a tense face. Looking around at the rest of his men, he exorcises Acarsia.

- Probably no matter what happens, as long as Tinasha lives, she won't die herself with a protective union.

But Oscar wasn't even going to let his men die. He grips the Acacia pattern firmly.

At that time, before their eyes, on a dozen stone steps, one man appeared with the other magicians. A man in a luxurious grey-haired costume advances to the surrounding human being. Some of them looked like Baldaros when they moved, but Tinasha isn't here. Oscar shrugged the name of the man in the center.

"Ranak......"

When you hear that, the people around you do a little bit. He is only around twenty years old, no matter what. The morbidly white hair and skin appeared strangely raised in the space.

Lanak smiles as he looks down at the "audience".

"Welcome to the Cathedral of Doom and Trudar"

The audience looks around at the words. Four hundred years ago, he was called a magical power, and the remains of the most powerful nation were silenced there. In the ruins of a country without its earliest throne, Ranak continues as he sits on his new throne.

"I came all the way here today with one suggestion. - It does not leak into the example of Tayri, who hates our country, and the world cannot stand discrimination and strife. God is unfair and uncomfortable. Or maybe he's not there. Its power will not reach. So people kill people. Hate kills, love kills."

The pale voice was neither gentle nor harsh. It's like a doll with no emotions. Lanak lays down his eyes similar to those of a vitreous sphere.

"Let's not do that anymore. I don't argue. We have to decide this. If you can't protect it, you will be punished. The power to do so... I get it"

No one could say anything right away. Many would have doubted Lanak's sanity.

In other words, it is tantamount to a proclamation of becoming God. Ranak chuckled, sensing the audience's thoughts that made him wonder that it couldn't be possible.

"You all know about the five magic lakes in the world. It is made of natural vigour, magic and the soul of man. Right now, the magic lake technique continues to glue over there and accumulate life around it, but reconnect those with configuration and put a net on the continent. That makes it possible to monitor the entire continent, and the weather can be manipulated by it. Wouldn't be bad in there, would it?

- If the usual Tinasha's next door, I'm sorry! But it's a claim that's going to be said.

Oscar imagined a sudden witch and laughed. But pull yourself together soon.

As for the power of Magic Lake, I knew by the Warcraft. It wasn't made for it, it happened to be a born warcraft, that power. If you can intentionally keep all magic lakes under control, surely that power will be equal to God's.

However noble the ideal may be, the completion of such a technique and its entrustment to one human being must be stopped. I don't know when self-righteousness will go crazy. Or maybe that's crazy since it started to exist.

"The configuration takes about an hour. I may be bored, but I want you to be present. This is where a new era begins."

When Lanak concluded that way, he rose from the throne and smiled.

"Now let me introduce you to my bride. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be able to put together such a big deal. I'll use that power as a catalyst. Aity, come."

Ranak gently waved his right hand and opened the gate next to himself. From there comes one woman and three magicians who follow her.

Tinasha, dressed in white bridesmaid garments with overlapping laces, was heterogeneously beautiful on the spot. The kind of creation the sculptor has created over his lifetime is now laying his eyes down with a worried look.

She looked up at Lanak first, then realized the presence of the audience under the stone steps and gave a stunned look for a moment. Of the three magicians who were following her, the other two men and women, with the exception of one, who is just a girl, similarly change their complexion.

Baldaros, who was next to the king, looked at it slightly. Lanak peeks into the bride's beautiful face and tilts her neck with a smile on her face.

"What's wrong? Aity."

"Did they break through my technique?

"No, I'm not. I helped bring him to Baldaros. I want you to see it."

"... yes"

Tinasha returned her heels as she whined small.

Making her laugh to reassure her left and right squire, she lowers her hips one step back than Ranak. At the same time a boneless chair made of white stone appeared there.

Lanak puts his hand on her shoulder. And most importantly, I started chanting.

Among the ruins where only chanting resonated, Oscar was devising how to get out.

He said it would take an hour to complete. In the meantime, we have to stop completing the procedure somehow.

But if he goes to kill Ranak, the magicians who will refrain from outside will move to kill him as well as the rest of the audience. That would be this difference in numbers. I'm just sorry.

I want a gap, Oscar thought so strongly.

When I look at the dragon over my shoulder, Nark has a small extension. He shifted his gaze to the woman who gave him the dragon. She is dropping her dark eyes right at her feet and no one is in sight. Oscar just stared at where the witch's aim was.

Pamira hides her upset and watches her husband.

I never thought the "audience" was being brought in.

I don't know if it's Ranak's plan or Baldaros's. I didn't want to imagine how things would turn out by that.

- Please help me... protect me...

Pamira, yes, prayed to no one.

Four hundred years was a long time.

Enough time to tire your spirit.

But she's gotten over it.

In the first hundred years, I could not even be satisfied to speak other than Lucrezia, the same witch. I couldn't help but hate humans.

But when she managed to seal that hatred, she also stopped expecting and loving people. I felt like if I did that, I'd remember it again. Hate strong enough to burn the world.

After I built the tower and started meeting with the achievers, I liked people a little bit.

They were funny.

It was hard work.

I envied that beautiful bouncing raw.

I thought it might be a lot of people. And I wonder how I'm different.

I wonder how many more months we have left like this, we can die.

Peaceful days. But she keeps crossing the clock as she leaves behind her smoking worries.

That's how she finally found the one she's been looking for.

The chant echoes comfortably in my ear.

She grew up with this voice as a lullaby.

A gentle voice.

A voice that protects her.

What I asked for lies ahead.