Unnamed Memory

Once the landscape of the doomed kingdom did not evoke grief in Ranak. That would also be because of broken memories and emotions because of a long sleep. The landscape of the past does not evoke a sense of reality in him, as it separated one thin cloth. Only the warmth of the witch you are now touching was a reality for Lanak.

When he breathes, he begins to spin the chant carefully.

"- Sagging and silence in the sea of mourning. I choose the countless hands that are stretched out. Not in the morning, not at night. Its eyes are everywhere."

Ranak borrowed his inexhaustible magic from Tinasha to produce a composition, and twisted them together like threads. The small configurations that can be made one after the other will be connected to other configurations and will be huge. Five magic lakes that already grasped the coordinates were interfered with and connected by law. The expanding configuration sucks up more magic from the magic lake, encouraging synchronization between the lakes.

"I was born first and ordered to the lake. I am the definer. By the name of mercy which made thy appearance come forth. Position yourself at dawn."

- What shall we do when this is over?

Such thoughts blurred Lanak's head. You can build a hall for his wife on the land of Trudar. A place for her to live in peace.

She loved her country of birth. That won't change now. So from now on, I want to make you live in peace here. I want to set her free from duty and loneliness.

"I was born second and ordered to the lake. I am the definer. By the name of" Jealousy ", which made thy appearance come forth. Position yourself in the morning."

The enormous composition is unparalleled in the history of the continent. Careful attention should also be paid to the procedure.

But it would make sense to just do the hard work. If this is completed, there will be no more strife from the continent. Everyone has the right to live. - That seemed to make a little sense, even with the long days of sleep.

"I was born third and ordered to the lake. I am the definer. He commanded you to deny your appearance. Position yourself at noon."

I am not dissatisfied with sitting on the throne like this right now.

If there was just something a little sad about it, it was that I couldn't really remember who I used to be. I don't know what I love, what I hate, and why I've come to such an act. I was the same person, yet uncertain about myself as if I had seen it in my dreams.

"I was born fourth and ordered to the lake. I am the definer. I ordered your appearance under the name" Vision ". Position yourself at dusk."

What comes to mind when you think of the past is just the appearance of a beautiful girl. She looks a little embarrassed in him. I still can't remember what I thought of that existence, but I just found it special. Now she's a witch. Its presence appears more vivid than anyone else's.

"The last time I was born, I gave orders to the lake. I am the definer. By the name of" hatred ", which made thy appearance come forth. Position yourself at midnight."

- - I wonder why he kept living for 400 years. I wonder how he didn't die.

I don't know what I thought four hundred years ago and fell into a magical sleep.

But now he wonders if it was to see her again.

With a gentle emotion, he looked down at the witch he was touching.

She stares up at Lanak at some point.

A light emerged that challenged my dark eyes.

Lanak is unintentionally frightened by his eyes.

I had a feeling about something.

The chant is broken.

Tinasha smiled.

The face was like a strange woman.

Seeing the bride stand up unexpectedly, the magicians of Kuskul went out of their way. When she takes Lanak's hand off her own shoulder, she turns to him - precisely towards the configuration he is putting together, reaching out with a graceful trick.

"Come."

In response to that word, a huge composition was drawn to Tinasha. In a hurry, Ranak concentrates his consciousness trying to keep it to himself. I turned a stunned eye on the witch in front of me.

"Aity! What are you doing?"

Tinasha looked around when she exhaled all the time. Look at the remains of a country whose nostalgic eyes have perished.

"It was a long time..."

A beautiful voice sounded like a song.

Lanak gazes at his bride with incredible thoughts. To him Tinasha gave the beholder a swinging smile. White fingers move gently like spinning yarn. The configuration Lanak had rocked in tandem with the movement.

"I've been looking for you... I really missed you. I was so happy to see you, I almost cried."

The witch turned her loving eyes to the man. The look resembles a heartfelt love affair - but thin fingers shake the composition of a man's dominion and try to attract him. A trembling voice of enthusiasm echoed from her petal-like lips.

"I really needed you...... What I really want… You were the only one who knew the name of the magic lake."

A smile changes its character.

To the smile of the powerful, glossy and cruel everywhere.

She captures Ranak with the eyes of the abyss.

"I can finally free the souls of the people you killed four hundred years ago, bound together in a magical lake."

Clear proclamation. The colour of understanding floated on Ranak's face. The surrounding humans, unable to grasp the situation, stare at the interaction between the two in solitary spit.

The witch spread her white hands.

"Come."

The composition is drawn to the woman's arms. As Lanak desperately tries to retain it, zero falls out of both of its hands - the composition was finally placed under the full control of the witch.

She pours her magic into trying to reassemble it when she smiles flashly. Not to rule the Magic Lake, but to configure it to sublime.

Lanak stared at the sight with dismay. From the bottom of my soul, my memory gradually springs up. Anger and hatred smear him in dreams.

He was now clearly remembering why he once tore her belly.

"Aiti, you..."

"I didn't die for this day. - Come on, let's start redemption"

The smile that connects the past to the present is beautiful everywhere.

Lanak, who was about to be seen in his dark eyes, turned back to me and was furious.

"Let it!

He assembles magic for the attack. But Tinasha lifted one hand forward and prevented it from being let go. The king, who has lost his composition, absurds his voice.

"Kill this woman!... No, killing doesn't taste good. Disable it! I don't mind losing my arms, legs, etc!!

The witch laughed as she jumped one step back from Lanak, who had changed shape, to take the distance.

"It's been a long time since I've seen that look. You have the same face as then. You finally woke up?

"Bullshit, my little girl!

Renate and Pamira quickly get to both sides of Tinasha. Tinasha glanced at them and rang her right hand finger. Obsidian appears around the witch. As she fingered the audience all the way down the stairs with her right hand, the forty obsidian shifted to surround the entire audience, where she tied the line.

"Oh, oh, I knew it!

Pamira holds her head and Renate sighs. Originally its magic fixture was packed with composition as a junction that Tinasha defends herself during chanting. But the two of us also knew very well that their master would not abandon it more than there was an "audience".

The witch whispers to the two neighbors in a low voice.

"Pamira, Renate, run away."

But the two responded instantly as they bounded and played the magic punched in from the outer perimeter.

"I don't like it."

"I refuse"

And they intercept the proximity of Lanak, who initiates the chanting of thoughts. Lanak himself did not want to consume his magic or retreated a little further away.

Renate gives birth to a blade of air without chanting, stirring up two magicians who were still on chanting. Pamira put a defensive wall on that side. Unexpectedly there, a strong black flame breaks in.

Pamira intensified her defense with all her might, but unprotected heat struck her. Stay pushed and take a few steps. At the end of her gaze stood Bardalos, the mad magician, in delight.

"You still betrayed me! Funny!"

When Baldaros lights the black flame in its hands again, he strikes out at the witch who went into a long chant. Lennart rushes to prevent it, but the magic of the attack on himself pours down, unable to move the scene.

"Dear Tinasha!

Pamira screams.

But the swollen black flame did not reach the witch.

Tinasha has a slightly troubled eye and looks up at the man in front of her.

Come on, come on, come on.

There stood the only man there who could kill her.

When Oscar confirmed under the stairs, he was about to run upwards as Ars slammed down Kuskul's soldiers. Doan and the rest of the magicians are out of the juncture and responding to the magicians of Kuskul. Nark had changed his size and was starting to fight five demons in the air.

Few human beings in other countries are rigid within their boundaries. But the dozens of people who figured things out were all moving quickly. Some of them start fighting outside their boundaries to protect witches who are the key to their defense, or they are about to climb the stone steps and come before the altar.

In the midst of a conflagration that was beginning, Baldaros unleashed a spear of light at the man who stood before the witch. But it disperses in Oscar's connection.

"What!?

Stunning Baldaros. Approximately. He saw Tinasha. Witches in brides look back at men as they reconfigure their composition.

- - He's coming next door.

That alone filled her with strange relief.

"What do you want me to do?

To the man's inquiry, Tinasha circles the calculation when she lays her eyes down.

The time taken to chant is roughly thirty minutes. I don't know if I'll have that much in this state. Having it would do a lot of damage.

But this place was undoubtedly her country.

The witch looks up at Oscar again. In those dark eyes was a light that he knew well.

"Enough"

"Okay. I'll do what you want."

Oscar turns back to Baldaros with a witch to protect. The mad magician laughed with pleasure.

"A swordsman of Acacia? It's the first time I've seen it all."

"First time's the last time."

Oscar stepped in without any foretaste. A sickle is rolled out made of flames aimed at its foot. Oscar figured out the essentials of the composition and smashed the flame he intended to swallow the witch behind him if he avoided it. The flames scattered by the blades of Acacia scorch the cobblestones in pieces.

- - The Guardian Order is linked to Tinasha.

I don't know how playing the offense in junction will affect her, but if you're about to do something, I didn't want you to use the extra force.

"What's up? You can come if you want to be the last."

Baldaros says, taking a distance from Oscar and jumping back.

I'm not afraid if Acarsia doesn't reach more than she is a sword. Not to mention fighting while protecting the immobile witch. He didn't even think he was going to lose.

The man raises his right hand to form the next configuration. Believing in his superiority and not questioning him, he opened his eyes at the next moment.

Here he comes.

Impossible speed, impossible distance. The white blade is brilliant as a mirror at present.

Thus Baldaros was beheaded and torn apart by Oscars every defensive junction, without having time to alter his sweetness.

To the desperate magician as he raised the blood splash flashly, the surrounding proximity sent a startling eye. Lanak bites his lips abominably behind them.

"Recall the Demons! Kill these guys!

Dozens of magicians in the outer perimeter under the royal decree begin chanting. Even in front of the altar a magician began chanting summonses. But Ars, who came running up, truncates his body. Sometimes Pamira and Renate are responding, and more than half of the neighbors who were originally around the altar were already powerless.

Instead, more and more magicians are moving to the center. And in it, though sparse, the Demons were beginning to mix.

"Liar! I can't believe Master Aetherna betrayed you!

It was in the midst of a mixed war, and Tris screamed.

She couldn't defend herself, like the Pamilas, if she couldn't attack Tinasha, she just stood up. The girl is pushed over by the magicians who are transferring and back off.

The sight of young dreams being trampled by reality. Eventually she turned her back on the spot and ran away, seeping tears into her eyes.

Meredith was slashing into the outer perimeter under the bond between Doan and Carve. Close your eyes unintentionally on the magical light sphere that looms in front of you, but it is bounced into the junction. Instead, a small thunder struck the Kuskru magicians from behind her.

As Meredith steps to her left, she slashes off one arm that defended her thunder. She waved her sword even more, avoiding the man who would fall screaming.

"Meredith! Go fast!

Doan yells in the back.

As Meredith shrugged her shoulders, she took two steps back and received a sword waved down by the lizards. The metal noise sounds high and medium in the mix-up. When she met the trio, she put a sword on her scaled chest.

Mensan's general slashes and dumps another lizard from behind trying to grab that sword. Meredith made a meeting when she drew her sword. Give it back. The general waves gently.

When you're concentrating on battle, you don't have a sense of time. Sometimes it gets too fast, sometimes it doesn't go any further.

Lust looked up at the witch on the stone staircase as she cut in with the demon clan pushing over. I can clearly see her white dress in the distance.

An unexpectedly distracted, small spear-shaped magic rubbed his right shoulder with that gap. When I look in the direction I flew in, I still stare at him with a look of fear and hatred from a magician who can say he's a boy.

- - This is Tayri's sin.

Lust painstakingly shunned his unleashed magic up close as he stuffed his way to the boy. Strike the elbow of the one without the sword into its belly. Lust gently supported the boy, who broke his body without a voice, before laying on the ground. I suppress the consciousness that makes me want to think about it, and now I look up.

And he raised the sword in his right hand to receive the new demonic sword that would strike in.

A winged demon clan tries to poke his fingernails at the witch as he plunges down. Sylvia and Kum, who climbed the stone steps while magically burning that body, rushed over to her side to chant. The witch looks up, admits the two faces and smiles.

Sylvia wanted to give a joyous voice to her unchanged appearance. but instead shout chanting because it's not if you're doing that. Kum stood before the witch as he tied the line, instead of Oscar, who would step forward to respond. I hear a witch chanting in that ear.

"… double chanting!?

The magicians who were fighting around looked back to the surprise voices they accidentally raised. Look at that stunned look. I guess they know that, too.

- - Double chanting is a long time ago magic higher-tech with Trudar.

The record says it exercises two magics at the same time by letting one chant have two configurations. Exactly the ultimate in magic technology, which requires several times more composing power than when two magic words are uttered separately.

"And this..."

Kum complains. Pamira, who had come beside him, continued after him.

"Trudar's … succession to the throne…"

The witch reaches forward with her right hand so that she can respond to it. At the same time, around her, a white glowing circle appeared all over the cobblestone around the altar. Lanak, who had fled the war and was floating in the air, sees it and exasperates.

"Aity! How far do I feel fooled!?

Tinasha did not answer that.

A complex pattern is drawn inside the circle with white light. A great deal of light lit up where we were temporarily located. Then at two o'clock, at three o'clock, one light after another appears.

The appearance of light circled the circle and finally lit at twelve o'clock. Doan shrugs when he sees it from the stone steps around him.

"Twelve of them all... you're lying"

Oscar doubled the torso of the demon clan and looked back and laughed at the witch.

"Has it been long enough? What are you gonna show me?

All the others watched the witches as they fought together. A terrible amount of magic is swirling there. A place to show the true spirit of witchcraft. Everyone had a hunch from instinct that this would be a turning point in history.

Tinasha raises her voice when she interrupts the chant. It sounded beautiful in the midst of the conflagration.

"Show yourself! The old covenant connects us to Trudar, the Spirit. My name is Tinasha As Mayer Ur Aetherna Trudar! I declare my definition as your king... be here!

White light fills the space.

Everyone loses sight of the glare. The running of the power to strike. A sandy wind slaps him in the face.

And when it passed - there appeared twelve spirits that were passed on to Trudar.

The identity of the Spirit is, as Doan said to Meredith before, a superior demon tribe.

They are beings tied to Trudar by contract a long time ago. And just as almost everything in the upper demon tribe was, they were all taking human form.

"It's a human world for the first time."

"Really? I haven't slept enough yet..."

"Or the country is doomed, dude."

"Because what humans make is so brittle."

The surrounding humans cease to admire the spirits who begin to chat spontaneously. The appearance of an old man, a young man or woman, a child, etc., is cluttered. Just unmanly crimson hair and an extraordinary sense of intimidation implicitly showed their true appearance.

It is a witch's word that blocked their story, which seems to last forever if left alone.

"Orders..."

To that voice, all spirits broke their knees at the same time. An old grey-haired man in the 12 o'clock position opens his mouth strictly.

"My lord... what an order."

"Destroy the enemy. I don't mind leaving the unwilling alone. Don't kill me if it's possible."

"Accepted."

The twelve spirits rise. Some of them kept their eyes closed or, obviously, laughed slightly. A spirit in the form of a young man calls out to Tinasha whether it was old knowledge or not.

"Your daughter is sweet when she grows up"

"Just go."

Of a witch waving her hand away, all scattered in the cut of that voice.

At the next moment, most of the nearly 100 demonic tribes that had been summoned disappeared.

The emergence of the Spirit was sufficient to cause the magicians of Kuskul to lose their will to fight. They surrender or flee one after another in the midst of a mixed war, and the battle shrinks.

In the meantime, Ranak was running out of breath, sewing between the ruins of the country he once destroyed. The hustle and bustle drift away behind it. Whether the magical recoil that was chanting Tinasha as a catalyst or four hundred years of sleep was eroding the flesh, he was now almost incapable of concentrating his magic.

"...... aity...... aeterna......"

He just keeps calling the name of one girl. I don't know now if there's hatred there, or if it's not. Lanak continued to whine as if calling his name was the only way to connect himself to the world. The sweat falling down my forehead disappears into the dry sand.

And his surroundings, which went into the endless wilderness at that time, bewitched him. Looking up into the sky, a dragon is flying directly above me. The dragon lowered altitude when he checked him. One man jumps off that back.

White and shining sword body. When he saw the man blocking his way, Ranak knew his end.

The firewood selling boy, living in the eastern part of César, looked up at the eastern sky, remembering a strange sensation.

There is a legend in the woods along the eastern border that once evil gods and their worshippers had made villages, but the magic that had fallen from the sky four hundred years earlier wiped out the villages without a trace. - Then the village site became "Magic Lake".

The boy, who somehow looked in that direction, accidentally glances at the sky glowing brightly. For a moment I thought it was my fault, and as the white light spread from the woods, I began to rise to the sky loosely.

Incredible, but beautiful sights.

It's like making you believe in God's existence. In that way, the boy took his breath. The soft, warm air fills the area without wind. He watched the outer edge of the light, which gradually diminished, as if he had been fascinated.

Eventually, all the light that slowly rose disappears into the universe to stain.

There's nothing left.

The boy stood staring at the sky as it always was.

After a long chant, the witch looked around the end of the battle with an emotion-extinguished eye.

The smell of blood and meat burning drifts around. She stared at the black-burned corpse and the backs of several people who lay low and couldn't move. Someone's interrupter clinging to his ear is still echoing in the back of his brain.

- Crying is easy.

But I didn't want to. The whole death thing is for her to bear because of haha.

Those who survived the battle stared at the witch with their eyes accompanied by a strange exaltation, but the humans who remained within the boundaries looked at the witch too mighty with their eyes full of fear. Pamira and Renate stand in front so as to shelter their master from that hostility.

The witch raised her face in an attempt to say "Enough is enough" to the two full-bodied creatures. Its pitch-black eyes find Oscar descending from the returning Nark. Tinasha waited silently for him to walk straight over here.

A Gandona general pulls over the Oscar on the way.

"As a swordsman of Acacia, you know what to do."

Tensions ran around hearing that. It was well known to the people here that he had been asked to crusade witches.

Oscar nodded lightly and proceeded to walk toward the witch. Stand in front of Pamira and Renate, who exasperate hostility. A witch's voice blocked the two of them from trying to protect their masters and form a composition, but from behind.

"Thank you both. Let him through."

To my husband's life, the two of them hesitate to clear their way. Through that time Oscar stood in front of Tinasha again.

She closes her eyes and smiles.

It's time to run out of magic and stand up.

But I wanted to stand to the end. And I was going to be laughing.

Magic Lake disappears, Lanak dies, and I die.

The ghost of Trudar disappears with this. The misguided destiny returns to normal after four hundred years.

Tinasha looked up slightly as she waited for the mouthpiece and waited for Acacia to pierce her.

On her face with her eyes closed, Oscar reached out. Touch the smooth cheeks.

"Remember what I said when I solved Lucrezia's trick?

No reply.

Acacia's blade, he softly hits his white broken neck.

At the next moment, her body collapsed into Oscar's arms.