Unnamed Memory

"You're really pretty and refreshed. You're out of Magic Lake. It's amazing."

"That's what it was originally about."

A week after Tinasha woke up, two witches were drinking tea in the castle's talking room. Sylvia whispers to Carv on the table next to her on a bright afternoon.

"Me, it seems normal to have Tinasha or Lucrezia lately...... My senses are getting paralyzed..."

"Me too."

The fact that two of the only five witches in the world are in and out of a castle in a particular country has probably been since the beginning of the "Witch Age". Witches are inherently symbols of power and awe, and the more of that power, in fact, I just found out the other day.

But still, watching the two of them mouth the tea with ease, they forget their peculiarities and soothe.

Lucrezia points to Tinasha with her hand with the cup.

"He also inherited the Spirit? Have you finally noticed?"

"Don't tell me."

Pamira, who was holding back behind her, asked her husband, looking annoyingly at her face.

"Why haven't you inherited it before?

That may well be a question. On a simple question, the witch who was supposed to be Queen of Trudar laughed bitterly.

"I never thought I was powerless, because the Spirit is a symbol of the Trudar throne. It would be funny if the country was doomed and only the king was there, wouldn't it? Because kings and kings are concepts to protect the lives of their people."

So Tinasha smiles that it's really still unnecessary.

Pamira just nodded at the crystal clear words. Sylvia, Doan, Carve, Renate and other magicians will also look serious.

- But still, this one is a queen without a throne, Pamira thinks.

Self-satisfied, the witch says, but after four hundred years of living for the dead souls of Turdar, she would undoubtedly have been one of the kings who devotes herself to the cause of the people.

Lucrezia was staring at the witch face to face with her cheek cane, but her eyes narrowed all the way. And before Tinasha realizes it, she makes a grinning, gap free smile.

"By the way, I brought you a prototype of a new baked sweet,"

"Huh! What is it like"

Before Tinasha, who sparkled his eyes, Lucrezia transferred from nowhere a plate filled with baked sweets. The creator looks around,

"Yes, try them all"

and show dishes.

The baked confectionery creased into the shape of a flower had sugar painted on the surface and, when viewed in cross section, the dough of different colours was in three layers. First Tinasha picks one of them, followed by the women, and finally the men get into the interview.

Renate and others were showing a color of hesitation because they didn't like sweet things, but when they ate one

"Delicious."

and leaked my thoughts. Sylvia grabs the second one with a mole.

"It's delicious! Happiness"

"Mm-hmm. Eat more."

Of all the people obsessed with baked confectionery, only Tinasha looked strange by eating one. Lucrezia looks diagonally at her suspicious friend.

"What's going on? Not delicious?"

"No, it's delicious. Do you use magic?

"Yeah, there are three types of dough, so I use them to change the baking time."

"I see."

Tinasha, whose doubts dissolved, carried the second to her mouth. Taste it while sipping your own brewed tea. The flavour of Lucrezia's sweets has always been exceptional. Tinasha couldn't help but be attracted to the flavor since she had just become a witch. Lucrezia watches her smile with a happy smile.

By the time Tinasha took the third one, the other magicians had already eaten most of it. She asks without any concern as she twirls the fourth to her hand.

"Is it new that you're using magic? Prototype."

"Yeah, it's got ecstasy in it"

Everyone solidified for a moment in Lucrezia, who seemed to have a bad laugh of people having fun.

Doan removes the ready to eat baked confectionery. Carve coughed up against the tea he was mouthing. Tinasha makes her face catch on to too much.

"What do you mean…"

"I can't believe you noticed the presence of magic, even though it was largely hidden from being noticed by the composition. Well, that's sweet of you to honestly believe."

"You're asking me what I'm going to do, right?

Magic explodes on the table and sparks scatter. The faces of the magicians who saw it were all pale. Squeeze so that Carve doesn't sound like the witches.

"Your Majesty, should I call you..."

"Maybe."

If the castle breaks down in tea time, I don't know how to open it. Lucrezia's connections blocked Carve's whereabouts as he tried to sneak off the scene. The main culprit of the confusion, the witch, looks around all grandiose.

"Well, listen to me first? It'll start working in about two hours. It's quite effective, so I'll lay low about it. It'll last for about three more days, so it's no use pulling it back into the room, right?

Hearing a worse explanation than expected, Tinasha held her head on the table. Sylvia cries from the side to that girlfriend.

"Dear Tinasha, can you decurse it?

"What Lucrezia made is absolutely impossible in two hours..."

"Duh, what should I do..."

Even if I'm worried, I can't help it this way. Tinasha let go of her hand, which was holding her head, she put on an arm and leaned against the back of the chair. Seeing friends in a sigh mix.

"So, what do you want me to do?

"That's a good guess."

"How many years do you think you've been dating?"

A mixed sigh has been an essential part of our conversation for a long time.

Lucrezia laughed lusciously at her friend's unpleasant face. Place your right hand on the table with your palm up. That's where the footage of the ring came up. It is a silver ring fully carved with a magical tattoo and fitted with one small pomegranate.

"You know, I lost it a long time ago, and you want me to look for it."

"When and where did you lose it"

"Five hundred years ago, at home"

"I wasn't born! And clean your house!

"It's not in my house anymore. This is for sure."

Tinasha roared small. Lucrezia likes these mysteries. And how to ask for this stuff.

And I don't have enough clues. Unkindly enough.

"A little more info please"

"It's made by me, so it's carrying my magic."

"Can't you chase him?

"I can't follow you. I don't see it."

The fact that a witch cannot follow her magic is a rather limited circumstance. Where strong bonds are loosened or carried by powerful operators?

Thinking about it for a while, Tinasha looked back at her friend.

"Two hours?

"Two hours. I'll curse you in time."

"What if we don't make it?

'Cause that's funny.

"I'll sweep it up then."

Tinasha stood up and looked around at the magicians around

"So do you want to do your best..."

and voiced full of fatigue from the beginning.

"And that's why I need your permission to enter the treasure trove"

"Talk to me first about what it is."

Oscar answered the witch, who had suddenly transferred inside the clerk's office, keeping his gaze off the paperwork. Now a king, he uses the same room because it is troublesome to move even after his reign. I don't think Lazar is here because he's in another job.

Tinasha pleaded with her hands in front of her face to react as expected.

"I don't really want to say that, but I don't have time. Please."

"No, talk to me. Your secrecy is preaching."

"Ugh."

The witch, who had lost all credibility in the matter of Kuskul, explained the situation in a stuffy manner. When I'm done talking, I notice Oscar laughing with his belly.

"That's a brilliant other HR..."

"I'd rather not laugh. That's all there is to magicians and what are you doing?"

As its ultimate human being, Tinasha was disappointed without being able to say anything. I moan as I look at the floor without even being able to open it. Oscar pounded his shriveled head around his desk.

"Well, I'm funny, you don't have to find me."

"Not funny at all! Take more care of your minister."

"I deserve it. Don't eat anything suspicious."

Coldly speaking, Oscar turns to the door and looks back and invites the witch when he opens it.

"There you go. You don't have time."

Tinasha looked up and rushed to him.

Oscar described it as smudging as he walked down the hallway to the treasure trove with a witch.

And it really works for you, too.

"What Lucrezia makes is special...... They used to drink weird things."

"But I still don't know why I put it in my mouth."

"Because it's delicious."

Beyond the soldiers on the lookout for a while, I see the door to the treasure trove. When Oscar stood in front of him, he put his hand on the huge door and slowly pushed it open. The two enter through the gap. When Tinasha put together a simple configuration, she expanded her magic to explore the indoors.

That's just the treasure trove of Falsus, and it takes a lot of strange powers that Tinasha doesn't even know about. But nothing in it took Lucrezia's magic.

"Hey, no."

"Too bad."

I'm not sorry at all, the gavel hits me with a loud voice. Tinasha stared grudgingly at the willing contractor. Oscar flushes it flat.

"Do you have any other candidates?

"I have a destiny"

I just looked for it from a close place for now, and I still have an idea.

Once they're outside, they close the treasure trove door. Tinasha raised her index finger against a gaze urging where it was.

"It's a treasure trove in Trudar."

"... you have such a thing!

"Until now, it was sealed. I inherited the throne, so I should let you in."

I'm going for a moment, and Oscar retained the witch who combines the composition of the metastasis.

"Interested. Take me too."

The witch was surprised, but immediately laughed bitterly and took the man's hand, restructuring it to open the gate.

It's the wilderness where nothing has metastasized. Looking around, you can see the cathedral trail that became the battlefield the other day a little further away. Tinasha wandered around for a while, but when she saw one point and narrowed her eyes, she broadly extended her hands to the ground.

"I am king. Make way."

A white tattoo emerges on the ground with her words. After a few seconds, when the tattoo scratched off, a staircase appeared instead descending into the ground.

"What is this? That's amazing."

"It's a magic trick, right? Perhaps no one has stepped in since their demise."

When Tinasha lights the light on her right hand, she unravels down the dark stairs. Oscar followed. There is no such thing as mold, but it would be helpless to feel the air starch.

Down about two floors high, there was a large stone room ahead. When the two of them step in, the light lights on the candlestick hung on the wall. The raised stone room was cluttered with magical objects on shelves and stone tables, which resembled Tinasha's room in the tower.

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks around at them.

"Next time, we have to sort it out properly."

"Wow..."

When Oscar took the crystal sphere that was nearby, a strange seaside landscape was clearly floating in it. Tinasha looks back and smiles bitterly.

"Don't touch too much because it's dangerous"

"Okay."

Some magic objects are activated just by touching them.

With the Oscar putting the crystal sphere back on his back, Tinasha stretches his magic around him just like he did earlier. It took longer to discern because almost everything in the room was magical. Carefully look around every corner for small items that are not overlooked.

Oscar, who was looking at the net of her composition, came back next door.

"There it is?

"Ugh... no..."

Tinasha was stunned. I was wondering if it was here. Confirming the time, the grace left is about an hour away. For the first time in my heart a real hurry arose. Should we go right back to the castle and tighten up Lucrezia, she gets lost?

On a small head to think, Oscar's hand was put on.

"Think again. There's got to be a clue to the problem. Is there anything different today than when we met Lucrezia before?

"Hmmm...... first of all I am succeeding the throne of Trudar. And then there's... Pamira and Renato, but Lucrezia didn't know about them until they came, so maybe not. And then you're in charge."

"I've already seen him since he took office."

"Really?

Looking up, Oscar nodded. I was a little curious as to the circumstances under which we met, but I decided not to ask because it had nothing to do with the current situation.

"I knew Trudar was suspicious, right? Five hundred years ago. That's not what happened 500 years ago."

"You don't have any other facilities left?

"This is the only place made in the earth, between the Spirit."

That's it, they looked at each other.

Once back on the ground, the two walked to the cathedral site, from where they moved into the ground directly below. Between the spirits thus visited is a circular space with nothing else but cobblestones spread as far as we can see. The Spirit, which was not inherited by nature, emerges as a statue in this hall, but now that everything has been inherited by Tinasha, not a single stone had fallen.

Oscar begins to ascertain the light made by the witch by walking about a mile wider than the Great Hall. Along the way, there was a pounding door inside the outer perimeter wall.

"Where is this connected?

Tinasha, who was going around the other side, answers a question that sounds echoed.

"It was actually connected to the castle, but maybe it's already buried now."

And I can't find anything else but that door. When I got around to it, they went back to the center again.

"I don't think so."

"Right. I can't feel anything. Would you still like to summon and ask...... Five hundred years ago, it was King Zayurk's reign, so the spirits in service should be united."

When Tinasha shrugs her shoulders, she calls the name uncrafted.

One Spirit appeared before the two in response.

"My queen. What can I do for you?

The spirits who appeared took on the appearance of twenty-five or six-year-old men. He has short blue white hair and red eyes that are not human. There was a slight laugh at people's bad ears on their righteous faces. Before the Spirit to serve Himself, Tinasha asks in vain when she arms.

"Sen. You know that closed forest witch?

"I know you do."

"I'm looking for the ring she made. A silver ring with grenades on it."

If the Spirit had appeared in the age when the ring was gone, he might have something on his mind. Tinasha called him to think so, but the reaction was unexpected.

Sen glanced lightly, but as soon as he returned to his original expression,

"I have it."

I answered.

"Huh!?

Unexpectedly Tinasha gives a barbaric voice. I didn't think he was in possession as it was. I wonder what the hell this is all about.

She troubled herself, but Oscar put her back on "look at the time," reminding her of the status quo. Turn to the Spirit.

"Can you give me that? She wants it."

Sen. tilted his neck with a laugh.

"It's mine. But if you want a queen, follow her life."

Tinasha toured just a little bit.

It is resistant to use subordination as a shield to give people's belongings. but in this case we have to break it off if we have no choice. Tinasha nodded with a bitter face.

"Then I command you. Give it to me. I'll give it to her, so if you want it back, we can negotiate again."

"You don't have to."

Sen reached out. Tinasha offers her own hand under that hand. Then a ring emerged from the void and fell into her hands.

Tinasha confirms the received ring. The tattoos and stones are certainly those specified by Lucrezia. She put it in her finger for now so that she wouldn't lose it, but it is a masculine rash. Tinasha grabbed his hand from ring to ring.

"Thanks"

"It's cheap. Is that all you need?

"That's all."

"Then excuse me."

When Sen left the word, he disappeared as quickly as he did when he showed up.

When the witch turns back, she shows Oscar the fitted finger of the ring. The man stared seriously at that ring, which was too big for his thin fingers.

"You made it."

"Thanks to you..."

The breath of relief melts down into the cobblestone. Once again, the witch took the contractor's arm and assembled it to open the gate to the castle.

"It was funny," he said, breaking up with Oscar back at work. When she returned to the colloquial room, there were also other magicians there who were served ecstasy as well as Lucrezia, all drinking tea. Tinasha looks at them with a frightened eye.

"That's a hard nerve to move."

To the words, Doan, who was spreading the magic book, raised the staring face of fatigue.

"I feel like I've been tolerating a lot of things lately"

Do other humans agree or have a similar or stopping look?

On the other hand, the woman, who is the cause of it, has spoken with pleasure from the back.

"Found it?

"There it is."

Tinasha takes off the ring and throws it at her friend, who smiles flashly. Lucrezia took it in the air. The tense gaze of the other magicians concentrates.

The closed forest witch chuckled towards Tinasha as she quantified as she rolled the ring in her hand.

"Yeah, thanks"

Everyone relieves themselves of the words.

Swinging Tinasha held her temples back and complained.

"Ask normally next time"

"Oh, isn't that boring?

"No difficulty is best. Just solve it."

Prompted, the woman reaches forward the hand of those who do not have the ring. In an instant there the composition appeared and disappeared so that it could be played. At the same time, magic and composition disappear from everyone's body.

It would be so easy to solve this because she is the producer herself. It should be suspicious if you can solve it by adding a long chant if you are another person.

Tinasha took a breath feeling the signs of the curse. Go next to Lucrezia by sewing between the magicians floating with joy and relief and sit back in the chair. I've struggled so far, so I'd like you to explain it accordingly. She caned her cheeks on a tannic surface.

"So, what is that?

Lucrezia raises a single eyebrow with an overly large ring on her finger. A smile disappeared from her beautiful face, giving her a soggy look like a child.

When she looks sideways at Tinasha, she squeals like it doesn't seem funny.

"... I gave it to an old man."

"- Huh?"

Leaving Tinasha round her eyes unable to swallow the meaning said well, Lucrezia shook her hand "See you later" and disappeared from the spot. The leftover witch stares at the seat where her friend was until a moment ago. The tiredness seeped naturally.

"Hey, what was that..."

There was no one on the spot who could answer that.