Unnamed Memory

"Aity, come"

Voices heard from far away. She was called by the voice to open her eyes. Standing halfway through a long stone corridor, she stares beyond, which seems to last indefinitely.

"Come on, it would have been drenched"

The voice seemed to echo from behind. She smiles at the voice of a nostalgic boy. She traced her memories of being used to solitude and still wanting to dwell on the warmth of a man's hand. Something that neither mocks nor lonely drifts in my mouth.

"Aity."

- - First names define people.

The name to be called becomes itself.

So no matter how fondly she is called by that name in her memories, she doesn't look back anymore. Because that's the name of a child who died before that time.

"Goodbye, Lanak"

She just looks forward and walks out.

What is at its end? What goes on ahead of the end.

The sensation of a limp stone transmitted to her white barefoot told her nothing.

When she woke up, she didn't know where she was. I figured it out exactly, but I didn't understand. Shake your head too dull and heavy. Waking up on the bedside, looking at the blue sky outside the blurry window, there were signs that the fudge door would open. She moves her gaze and sees the woman standing there.

"Pamira......?

"Dear Tinasha, are you awake!

As Pamira rushed over, she knelt down in front of the bedroom and took Tinasha's hand. Put your forehead on the back of your hand to make sure of its warmth.

"I've been asleep for a week... I'm worried"

I'm alive, aren't I?

"Naturally!

It's kind of unrealistic. Tinasha, dressed at night, put her legs down on the floor. It's time to get up, but you're weak or you can't keep your posture well. Pamira supported it as it seemed to mellow.

The witch looks around the room thanking her.

"So, why am I in Falsus..."

"It's been a lot of trouble. You shouldn't be doing that anyway. Please rest yet."

The two of them are in Tinasha's room in Castle Farsas. The room you were supposed to have pulled off is no different than when you left. Following Pamira pushing herself back, Tinasha sat down on the edge of the bedroom. Speak the name of another magician.

"What about Renate?

"It's a lab. Shall I call you?

"No, I hope you're okay"

I thought that would be the case if Pamira was safe, but again Tinasha relieves herself. The witch looked up at the woman taking her own pulse when she took a breath.

"Pamira, I need a favor..."

"What is it?"

"I want to get out of my room so... help me bathe and change"

Pamira nodded reluctantly as she looked bitter at her unchecked husband's demands.

The bathing took away even a small amount of strength left, but at the same time there was some comfort that pushed away what was accumulating and sobered the consciousness. When she returns to the room and magically dries her hair, Tinasha wears the long, hemmed dress Pamira brought to her.

My legs are weak, but the magic works as usual. This may be faster to fly or metastasize. When I thought so, the door to the room opened rampantly.

"You, don't walk with your body like that"

"Oscar......"

Unlike him as he entered the room, Pamira thanked him and closed the door as he left the room.

Tinasha magically floats the universe and stands in front of the Oscars. A little thin body. He held it up like a child.

"Why am I alive?"

"Suddenly that's it. If you're all right, you're tightening your temples."

"That really hurts. Stop it."

Oscar let Tinasha sit there as he carried her to the bedroom with her in his arms. I pull a chair that was nearby and sit down.

"I'm not willing to kill you. Or don't make me kill you, it tastes bad."

"Excuse me."

"There are a lot of other things I'd like to preach for now"

"... excuse me"

"It'll take about half a day, so be prepared."

…………

Oscar reached for Tinasha, who had been silenced by the scolded child's face, and combed his black silk hair with his fingers. That's just dried up and still slightly warm.

The witch looks back at his face. Both eyes of deep blue looked straight at her. Back to back with the man's words, a loving gaze is pouring on her.

Tinasha's chest was filled with unspoken nostalgia.

"May I touch it?

"Whatever you want."

Once floated, Tinasha sat on both knees between his legs. Leaning with both arms around the man's neck. The warmth of certainty filled my whole body with the feeling that I was back. It's so peaceful that I want to fall asleep here like this.

"Speaking of which," Oscar mutters as he strokes her head.

'Cause you're supposed to be my fiancée.

"Why not!!

"But if I didn't say so, I wouldn't have brought you back. Some of them told me to kill you, but more than that, many of them wanted you."

"Let's respect my opinion!

"Well, it's a corner, so for the remaining six months, stay in public"

Still a forceful word. Tinasha let go of her body and let her sigh exaggerated. But how hard it is for my face to laugh. She stares at the man with her long eyelashes raised.

"Whatever you want. My lord contractor."

When the witch smiled rather at the contractor who nodded most like him, she hugged him again and whispered "Thank you" to his ear.

When Oscar left the witch's room, he invited Pamira, who had refrained from doing so a short distance away. She asks the king, courtesy of her subordinates.

"Are you sure now?

"Oh. It's been a long time since I've seen his defenselessness. It's destructive and bad. I'm going back to work, so take your meal."

Pamira tilted her neck wondering what it really had to do with you... while dropping off King Farsas who said so and walked away.

The witch's figure settled in a place called Falsus Depository.

The truth is that if the witch woke up, we all knew there was nothing that could limit her. So the only thing that made sense as a choice was to kill her or not.

Many argued strongly that there would never be such an opportunity to kill the most powerful witch ever, but the crowd changed when it became clear that the city where people disappeared had returned. Those opposed to the murder of the witch prevailed over her standing around in essence, in war, to reduce the damage to the people, and over her being the last to possess the skill of the magical power, Trudar.

Sometimes, of course, Oscar was able to take Tinasha because it was a pattern of old knowledge, but the other important thing was that he was the only person who could kill a witch. Putting it under his control would mean a national compromise on a witch who was one of the central figures in this one.

"The surrendered Kuskru magicians were taken by Tayri, but then returned to Kuskru. Prince Lust has decided to make the country inviolable as an autonomy for magicians."

"... unexpected"

Tinasha listened as she carried the vegetable soup to her mouth on the sleeping table, but was surprised to hear Lust's decision. Pamira laughs bitterly at her husband's reaction.

"Didn't Master Tinasha's sermon creep you out? They also took the opportunity to raise some voices among the people about the issue of magician persecution. Some of the most powerful men have killed children born with magic in their country."

"Oh......"

In Tayri, in the end, the inhabitants of the first burned village and the dead in the Asdra plains became the main victims of this war. But at the same time something bigger may have come to an end in his country. You'll still need the years to come to figure that out exactly.

Tinasha has a blurred emotion for the course of history in which she herself was involved. Returning the empty plate to Pamira, he named the last person he cared about.

"Do you know what happened to Tris?

"I haven't been able to grab my whereabouts... but I'm doing it right somewhere. I'm sure."

"Yes."

- I can't help you with everything.

I decided a long time ago that I shouldn't. When I chose to live as a witch, now when I wanted to live for those who died more than those who lived.

Just being sad is free, she thinks. Even if it is hypocrisy or self-satisfaction, freedom is free.

Tinasha stares at the ceiling and sighs.

"Something like this… it's going to fade away to accomplish the purpose that's always been there"

"Stop joking like that..."

Along with Renate, Pamira, who was ostensibly taken as a Falsus magician, returned it with an unpleasant face as she cleaned up the plate.