Unnamed Memory

"I wonder how true these stories are."

Tinasha was opening a thick magic book in the ceiling of the room when the king, who was on his way to the executive desk, leaked such a grunt. A witch who couldn't figure out what the directive was referring to moves through the universe, looking up at Oscar.

"What is it, Migawa?"

The book, whose exquisite illustrations accounted for the left page, looked like a fairy tale for children. The painting where the princess peeks into the oval mirror in some room makes you feel a little gray about whether it's from an old age. Oscar showed the witch directly above, closing the book and showing the cover.

"I've been looking through the books I bought as castle materials. There's so many strange stories and it's funny inside."

"Oh, are we talking about the Dark Ages"

Probably material bought up hopefully by scholars studying history or literature. The ancient anecdotes were told by the people of the time as miga, and they were put together in a single book. Coming down, Tinasha sat in the corner of the clerk's desk rolling all over the man's spreading book from side to side.

"Are you talking about the mirror of oblivion? Because this was before I was born. I don't know exactly what's true or false."

The illustration of the princess peeking into the mirror represents an anecdote from the early Dark Ages. A story about a princess who was crying and living in mourning her parents, forgetting her grief for peeking into that mirror. It's an old story with nothing to say, but if it was a true story, the mirror was probably a magic tool or something.

Tinasha curled the page further, thinking about what configuration it was possible.

"Oh, this is a true story. The story of the castle being suddenly overshadowed"

"It's relatively new. When it was just the time of witches."

"It is. That's what I did."

…………

Ignoring the contractor who was going to turn a blind eye to something, Tinasha returned to the ceiling. I hear a deep sigh of a man from below.

"That's what I want to come across..."

"What are you talking about, weigh yourself down"

The witch resumes reading after stabbing a nail at an Oscar who seems to be boring her.

That's how she scrolled through the pages of the Magic Book. She thought, "How will he be the king to be spoken?"

There are seven magician lecture rooms in all at Falsus Castle. They are all used for lectures during the day, but also mix a lot of free time inside. There, now, was a gathering of six magicians. They are not facing the classroom, but circled in front of the room, keeping an eye on the two women in the center.

"Pamira, the transition to the seventh series is slow"

When the witch's voice flew, Pamira rushed to erase the composition and reassemble it from scratch. Tinasha silently tests the complex composition of spiritual magic. Those who can teach magic to Pamira, the spiritual magician, have no other place in the castle with this witch. Tinasha was often asked by magicians to serve herself to help her train that.

Doan, Sylvia, Lennart and Kum also watch it with interest. The configuration of spiritual magic is special, and it uses most of the magic more than execution, but there are procedures for putting it together that go through normal magic.

"You can't just look at the series we're working on right now. Always be aware of the whole thing and not look ahead."

Tinasha said so, reaching out her right hand, palm up. Precise configurations are assembled there in an instant.

"You can say that the speed at which you combine the configurations and their stability lead to instant strength. No matter how magical it is, it doesn't make sense to have a different composition."

"Yes."

I smiled when I saw Pamira following me honestly, but Tinasha relaxed her own shoulder as she quickly returned to her serious face.

"It's really best not to come across situations like fighting directly. Arrange the configuration in advance, prepare the prints and formations and hook them up there. This is the best way to win as a magician. Because there are so many indeterminate elements in face-to-face combat."

"You'll learn"

Kum, a Pharsus magician, nods. The witch shrugged her shoulders at the reaction. Seventy years ago, I told the magicians of Falsus how to fight. At that time, it was a time of war, so it focused on teaching the art of survival over killing.

"So let's all have a little competition at the end."

The witch waves gently.

Then a vitreous sphere about the size of a person's head appeared in front of her. It's hollow inside and contains a small ring. The vitreous sphere itself had no joints, but had a hole the size of a ring at the top. However, the outer circumference is embedded with a silver ring to reinforce that hole, for which the hole narrows and the ring is unlikely to pass.

Tinasha points to the vitreous sphere with her white fingers.

"Assemble the ring inside to remove the vitreous sphere without compromising it. Metastatic magic is trying not to work. You see the speed and method of combining configurations. I'll give you three minutes for the operation, so you can make sure whatever you want."

Tinasha put a vitreous sphere on her desk when she said so. Doan lifts it up and tries to turn it. The ring inside made a light noise and rolled, but even with the hole directly underneath, the silver ring still doesn't get in the way and fall off. It seems that the silver rings were worn when the vitreous was still melting, and the ends were hanging in the vitreous.

The magicians who were given the assignment think of it one by one with their hands.

"Yes, three minutes. Do you mind?

Everyone nodded at the witch question.

"Okay, five, four, three, two, one, zero!

All structured together with the signals of initiation. Kum and Pamira, Doan is unchanging, Sylvia and Renate chant slightly.

It was Kum who made the configuration the earliest. Plus Pamira follows, and the other three can do it at about the same time. Tinasha looked narrowly at the composition of each person.

"Kum, Pamira and Doan are ways to remove the silver wheel, aren't they? Kum is impeccable for speed and stability. Exactly.... I guess Pamira is a little too cautious. But it's pretty good to do. Doan is thoughtful. And you should sharpen the wasted parts of the third series a little bit more."

The three people who gave the lecture caressed their chests down with relief. There are no exams for magicians, so a place like this is pretty nervous.

"Renate drilled a hole where it's not a hole, and you've been blocking it since you got it out. Are you better at vitreous manipulation than removing silver rings?

"and judged"

"Yeah. I like this kind of shift in ideas. Configuration is good. Good luck at this rate"

"Thank you"

The witch takes a closer look at Sylvia's composition at the end. But soon she raised her voice and laughed. Sylvia looks around left and right in surprise. Doan, who was next door, said in a frightened voice.

Sylvia, that ring is broken.

"Oh, but..."

"Fine. I did tell you not to break the vitreous sphere, but I didn't tell you not to hurt the ring. Not bad. It's the funniest."

Tinasha laughs joyfully, assembling the configuration in a moment on her right hand. Pouring it into a vitreous sphere sucked the ring into my hand without putting it in between.

It was an early job as if it had been transferred, but in fact I found that I shrunk the ring out and then put it back to its original size, and the five magicians exclaim. The magic of reducing the size of objects is difficult to compose. It cannot be used for living or large objects. For this reason, it is a magic that is rarely practiced and is often forgotten.

"Because the composition is the training of ideas and techniques. Please refine. Yes, I'll give this to Sylvia. Rate the idea."

Sylvia took the unmade thrown ring with both hands.

"Oh, thank you!

"You can absorb the composition and release it whenever you want. It's like a simple magic device, but you can use it as many times as you want, so use it as you like."

Sylvia nodded again and again with a grateful face.

And the special lecture was dissolved.

"I hear a song is popular that just dies from listening to it."

"Are you really bad or something?"

With the exception of Kum and Renate, who returned to the study, the other four moved to the discourse room.

Tinasha, who was listening to the chatter over a cup of tea, returns to the topic without a thump. But Doan denied waving the finger he put up in front of his face.

"That's right, he's pretty good. I'm a female singer. But when I heard that, people would soon kill themselves."

"No."

Tinasha glanced down at Sylvia holding her ear and trembling.

Is it such a scary story? I also doubt it's true. - Yes, she points out, Doan laughs.

"It's a fact. There seems to be a considerable increase in suicides in this castle capital. You think dozens of people are already dead."

"Are you talking about here!?

"That's right. The city is holding on to that story right now. Some people go out of their way to listen to that song, and the number of victims is growing."

"... what's that?"

Should terror be called people's curiosity? If it is truly true, it is a matter of liberation.

Pamira, who was listening in silence, turned to her husband for questions.

"Is that magically possible?

"I don't think it's impossible, but it's somewhat of a curse range. But the curse doesn't have enough power to make people commit suicide... I thought it was magic. It's just an unspecified number of things. It's going to be tough to make a suggestion and give it away. Um, it's hard to think. It's hard for a normal magician."

Doan comes on the story.

"So if Master Tinasha can do it?

"You can do it. I'll choose it from the audience and make it look like a suicide and kill it."

…………

The venue silenced on realistic opinions. The witch is drinking tea with a firm face.

When I look at the clock, it won't be long before 3pm. Tinasha pulled the chair and stood up to go to the office.

"Anyway, if you can, that story, don't stay in Oscar's ear"

"Why is that?

"He's been bored lately. I could say I'm going to listen to it myself or something. It's gonna be a lot of trouble."

"... I see"

He is a king who has been largely calm since his reign, but who has originally gone anywhere with great curiosity. Not to mention we could really go in Castle Town right away.

If that story was a problem, the witch added to the decision in her heart that she would do something in secret.

"I hear there's a popular song about dying just listening to it."

Shortly after entering the office, Tinasha sat down on the floor disappointed to hear the words the contractor had spoken with interest. Oscar floats down in surprise at the way it looks.

"What's going on? Anemia?"

"... nothing"

When she regains her mind and stands up, she begins to support herself to make tea.

"Where did you start talking like that?

"From Lazar"

The witch cursed Oscar's squire, who is not here, all over her chest. While he worries about Oscar doing something reckless, he brings in so many suspicious stories that he suspects that he is deliberately inciting it.

Is it magically possible for an Oscar who doesn't know inside Tinasha's chest like Pamira did earlier? I've asked the question. When a witch returns the same answer with no expression,

"Anyway, if you don't actually listen and look, you won't know."

and closes.

"Well, why don't you go?"

"Me!

Tinasha grinned as she offered her cup of tea. He noticed that his eyes weren't laughing, and Oscar laughs bitterly with his cheekstick on.

"You can't go."

"Why!"

"Apparently there are two singers in question. The singer of the tavern and the other... is a whorehouse."

The witch flashed at the answer. Surely then she, the woman, will not be allowed in. But Oscar feels worse.

"Don't let the king go to a whorehouse..."

"There's plenty of people in and out with their traits down."

"Or I'll come in as a whore."

"That's dismissed"

"Give it up!"

Tinasha grabbed Oscar's shoulder and began to rock. The cup he has also shakes and the tea surface ripples.

"You said you couldn't flush the art of the mental system! Did you forget that Lucrezia caught your eye in pain?"

"I don't think it hurt much"

"Not in a literal sense!

Tinasha sighed heavily, smiling with cold eyes that shook up the beholder. It reminds me of the witch's authority, and he flatly pays it back.

"Anyway, you can't go, can you? I'll take care of it from the tavern, so work hard."

"Okay, okay, okay."

To the contractor who waves gently and answers, the witch wonders if she really understood,

I left the office for a detailed investigation.

Having grabbed Doan and decided to let him accompany the investigation, Tinasha organized a detailed story on the way out of the castle.

The tavern singer's name is Delia, she's a beauty inside, she sings well, and she's been popular for a long time.

That's about a month ago, I started singing a song.

The guests admired the song, which was a little dark and sad, but after a while a suicide started coming out of them. Not everyone dies, but still about thirty people are already dead, and the owner of the liquor store also thought about stopping singing once.

But when the rumor reached the city, instead, more customers were looking to "listen to a song that dies," and they couldn't stop playing it and are still playing it.

The witch, who heard the streets, sighed in awe.

"I wonder what it is."

"I guess everyone else is in a human resources mood."

"I can't take care of him if he dies. What about the whorehouse?

"A whorehouse? What is it?"

"I hear there are two singers in question..."

"I've never heard of that. All I know is Delia."

"That."

Has Oscar fooled me? Speaking of whorehouses, maybe I thought Tinasha would give up. The witch laughed just at her mouth, saying she was a mean little worker. Doan, walking beside him, is choosing his way as he looks at the map. If you say it sounds like him to avoid trouble or go unpopular back roads.

Tinasha played her finger small.

"If it is, I can go alone and you can go home first."

"Don't be silly. I'm coming, too. I'm a magician for the most part, and I don't believe in superstition."

"Then please"

The two went inside when they arrived at the liquor store in question. It's just opening time and few people. The dim store was convenient to hide the peculiarities of Tinasha's beauty. Both of them order snacks for both suppers.

I came right over. Soon as I was eating those, the store was full. The sound of the cup bumping and the low blurring are filled with darkness. I also heard some rumors about the song. - I was wondering what the hell "song calling death" is like.

When the witch had her cheekstick on with her smiley face, the lights lit up slightly and on a small stage located behind the store. Guests turn to you simultaneously. Doan, who was picking salt fish, looked up.

"Finally."

"Be ready to configure the Magic Defense once and for all"

"Okay."

The woman who appeared on stage was a lustrous woman who looked in her late twenties, and although the creation is not particularly remarkably beautiful, the colour is impressive. She looked around the store and pulled her right leg slightly back as she thanked her with a smile.

Breathe deeply. My posture grew steadily.

Accompanied only by strings, the woman begins to sing.

This is a closed place, a room with no sky.

I sing songs, songs no one hears.

Far away home sky falls

You're not here. You're nowhere.

Whether you want it or not, I won't give it back.

If the night's still coming tomorrow, we're gonna die.

This is a closed place, a dream with no sky.

The voice of a woman playing a worrying melody was so beautiful that it engulfed her heart.

However, strange anxiety arises in my chest as I hear it. Doan looked at the side of the witch who was listening seriously. You noticed that gaze. Tinasha looks back at him.

She tilted her neck as if to think a little, but waved gently. I won't be able to hear the song as soon as possible.

Doan looked around in a hurry, but all the guests seemed to be listening to the song. A witch pulled his sleeve as she tried to get up anxious. She leans over the chair and ears.

"I only stopped hearing songs from you. Hey, you shouldn't listen to this."

"Is that a curse? But I can't feel the magic."

When the witch smiled bitterly, she slapped Doan on the shoulder to reassure her.

It was completely dark outside when I left the store. I hear lively calls from taverns everywhere.

Tinasha explained the song earlier on her way back to the castle with Doan.

"That's true. It's just a song."

"Just a song!?

"There is no magic or curse. Just a song. But I guess melodies, lyrics and voices go hand in hand to make people strangely anxious. It's rare, but I think we should be able to do it without asking if it works well or not. Isn't it surface for people who are tired or weak? You should take the formalities and stop playing that song."

"Really..."

Doan claps out and drops his shoulder. I was hoping for some great truth until I heard the story. When I hear it's just a song, I feel like I'm relieved.

The witch smiled bitterly when she saw the look on her face.

"What really scares me is that there's nothing behind this kind of magic. If it's magic, there's a law, and you can do anything. Maybe the person who wrote the song and the singer woman's abilities are amazing. When you get into a case like this, I think it's strange how human power works."

Tinasha lay her eyes down and smiled, asking Doan for administrative procedures to stop her from playing and returning to the castle's private room.

And she was relieved that it was all over.

When the witch was dining in the liquor store, a light lit a shop in the back town on the west side of the castle capital of Falsus. Unlike the east in the same backtown, the west is relatively secure and wealthy for its guests. Neither did this whorehouse leak into the example, and it was not uncommon for nobles and others to come with patience.

Gask, the shopkeeper, is in a perfectly good mood for making money these days.

Thanks, for one thing, to Clara. Guests who come looking for her never stop. Even if most of those guests don't come again, there will be so many new customers that they won't have any trouble at all. Everyone is trapped in curiosity and unsubstantiated confidence that only they are okay. And it ends without even being able to correct that mistake.

Gask went back to reception when he opened the store with a chuckle. That's where the first guests come in.

The long-length man with a hood at the depth of his eyes to hide his face was a good figure. Estimated to be a noble person, Gask meticulously welcomes the clientele. The man bumped into a candid confirmation when he met his husband.

"There's a woman here who sings a song that dies when she listens, right?

The voice was young, so Gask was surprised.

Falsus had a child disappearance epidemic about fifteen years ago, and there are currently few aristocratic and young people.

But prying on customers is against doctrine. Gask replied with a smile.

"Clara, right? I do. But now I have an appointment…"

"Right. But if you miss the time now, you'll find it annoying. Can't you manage to accommodate that?

"I'm sorry..."

The man smiled bitterly at Gask's reply. Take the hood and show your face.

"You know who I am?

I couldn't possibly have known.

Gask was unexpectedly stunned and removed the documents he had in his hand.

If you can manipulate people just by thinking, how good.

There are probably not many people who have had such delusions.

- And I have that power. Clara was so sure.

Everyone does what they think. All humans who don't like it can die. If you're afraid to die, you just have to come from the beginning with the face you want to die.

Clara, it's a guest.

"Simon."

A man with a harp comes in knocking on her room.

Simon is her exclusive companion who will be dating for three years now. One day I didn't have anything, and Clara picked up where I was going and falling in front of the whorehouse. Then I found out I had musical talent and I got into my current role, but she listens to whatever she says, the benefactor. I don't want to be my lover, but no one understood her better.

Clara, who was sitting in front of the mirror table, stood up while holding down her hair fastening.

"It's an appointment. I'm on my way."

"No, jump in"

"Jump in?"

Clara took the first word she'd heard in a long time by surprise. Because this whorehouse has a lot of high-profile guests, it doesn't work on gold or identity.

I wonder what kind of guest you are to push that and jump in. - - I was honestly intrigued.

Clara rushed to the designated room leaving Simon behind.

The window in that room with the large sleeping area is very small and high. These kinds of making are meant to prevent people from peeking from the outside, but the room was large enough not to feel blocked by it.

The man had turned his back on the entrance and tilted the drink cup, but when he noticed signs of Clara, he looked back.

Nice, straight face, sky-colored eyes just sunset.

I've never met him. But I've seen it from afar.

Clara hardens suddenly. I can't go into the room any more.

"What's up? Come in."

When he saw the stiff woman, King Falsus said softly.

Clara finally got out of her stunned cage and poured alcohol as she sat next to the fearful man.

"May His Majesty the King be here?

"He's sneaking in because it's not good."

"Any beautiful princess will be at your disposal."

'Cause a woman in love is tough.'

Oscar vacated the liquor cup and put it aside. Sitting beside me, looking back at a beautiful but somewhere unstable looking woman, I reach out and tangle a room of that hair in my fingers. The glossy smooth dark hair was somewhat brighter in color than that of the witch when ascertained nearby.

"I'll sing a song more interesting than that. Right? That's what I'm here to hear."

"Are you serious?

"You have to be serious to come. Your life is in danger."

Clara was stunned again and couldn't carry on the two sentences.

It's not like the woman in the liquor store we're talking about. If Clara thinks she's going to die, she's really going to die. Until now, there has been no single exception. I guess this young king doesn't understand that.

"You don't even have a heir, but joke about it"

"I'm not going to die yet for now"

"Then give up on the song"

Clara let the man touch his ivory hand on his cheek. An eye with the power to make people obey is shooting her out. She remembered the illusion that she was going to be sucked into those blue eyes.

Capture your soul at a glance.

I can't do this, Clara realized.

I can't sing.

Singing can't kill you.

I cannot hope for this man's death.

I couldn't let him die.

"It's my favor. Can't you sing?

"I can't. … I can give it to you if it's something else instead"

"What?

Clara turned her hands around the man's neck instead of words. Keep your weight slowly. I layered my own that with enthusiasm on the man's lips.

It's like unreal time. I hope this moment is forever.