Unnamed Memory

The day after returning from the tavern, Tinasha was heading out to the office to report last night. Oscar listens to it while processing other documents.

"That's how I asked Doan to process it, and when I get an application, I ask him to approve it."

"Okay. labored."

"Nothing."

When the witch broke her face, she struck her hand as if she remembered something.

"Speaking of which, please."

"What?"

"I'd like to borrow a few magicians for a week or so from today. I will, of course, start after the evening of the lecture, and I will pay the honorarium."

"I don't mind, what are you doing?

"Organize the treasure trove in Trudar. The seal is unsealed, so I have trouble stealing it, and I want to classify it and move it to Falsus if I can."

Oscar twisted his neck at the witch's unexpected offer.

"Can I bring it to Falsus?

"I won't use it if I put it on the tower, and I'll just pick up something dangerous. Bring it here and you'll be dead anyway, if you'll excuse me."

"Right...... Okay. Please."

He sighs small.

The treasure trove is emptied, the Spirit leaves under the witch, and the magical power Trudar finally completely loses its legacy, four hundred years after its demise. Is this okay, the thought faintly blurred my chest, but I guess that's fine if it's her decision, the last queen.

The witch, the queen not on the throne, peered into the face of the covenant upside down as she floated in the universe. Each of the dark eyes and the color eyes of the night sky reflect each other's faces.

She was staring at him with loving calm eyes. Freed from the delusions of the past, its appearance is peaceful and a little unreliable. Oscar reached out unexpectedly and tried to attract her little head. I try to mouth her red lips that seem suspicious, on the brink of it, the woman realizes what

"Ah."

and leak.

"What?"

Oscar frowned when he ate the shoulder watermark. Tinasha, unaware of that, pointing unconstitutionally at the man's chest.

"I have a mole. Did you bump it?

Oscar almost tongued that woman, but managed to get rid of her expression with it. I don't know what I would see if I stuck my neck in a rub like this. I hear the witch hasn't figured it out yet. Tilt your neck with your fingers on your chin.

"A mole can't be erased, can it? Shall I blind you?

"Oh, please. Did your foot mole disappear?

"Remember that after you disappear"

When she turned off the contractor's mole with an unpleasant look on her face, she mouthed it on its forehead like it had always been.

That evening, the five men, Carve, Doan, Silvia, Renato and Pamira, who had been brought to the treasure trove in Trudar, were cheering for the spectacular view.

"It's a mountain of treasure......!

"Because that's a treasure trove. Sort from the weak of magic. I'll bring it to Falsus. I'll take anything suspicious to the tower, so please share that with me, too. Call me if you have something that seems like the first thing you need to touch. I'll give you something from inside when it's all over."

"I'll do my best!

The six began to classify magical items one after the other, like moving work, in moveable clothing. That's where the exclamation rises.

The witch took up the task herself, smiling at the voice.

I didn't expect to see you again.

Clara feels her soul tremble at her unexpected visit. The man who came looked grumpy when he saw her face and said, "Don't mark me. I told you it was life-threatening," he let go. I'm happy with those words, and she gives a bell-ringing laugh.

"Because there are people who are afraid?

"You don't fit in the word fear. The country could perish overnight."

Clara took it for a joke, of course. When a man sits in the same chair as he did yesterday, he creeps on his shoulder and sweetens.

"I'm more envious of that. What kind of person are you?

Oscar thought only a little to the woman's question. His witch has nowhere to be seen. It's hard to explain her in words to a stranger.

"Right...... pure white and pitch black if you say so by analogy. She's like a leopard."

Clara was not less jealous when she saw a light in his eyes loving the woman she had evoked telling him so. Makes me want to be sexually mean.

"I'm sure she's a beautiful princess who grew up well and has never had a hard time"

"It fits, by the way, but not at all. I'm not interested in such a woman. - It's more of a song than that. I'm not here to run off with you."

"I refuse"

"Don't answer that instantly. I'm not dying for the most part."

"No man died listening to a song called Death."

"Then don't be my first survivor."

Clara was confused by the man who wouldn't give in.

I can't sing. I don't want to kill you.

But if you refuse hard, the man won't come anymore. She hated that, too.

I want to hold off as long as I can. I want to be touching it. I want the heat burning in the back of this body to creep into a man's skin. That's why she runs.

Clara stood up and mouthed to the cheek as she captured the man's jaw from behind.

"Right... I'll think about it if you're going to be regular"

"Not much will come. Five days at most."

"... then on the fifth day. Until then, do it every day."

She doesn't even know herself if she's really going to sing on the fifth day. I just wanted to postpone a goodbye that I would definitely visit as far ahead as I could.

On that condition, the man looks disgusted to see.

"I'm not that free. Sing today."

"I refuse. This is a place to sell a woman's body, not a song. If you want to hear the song, you pay the right price."

Oscar glanced at the woman's demands. I wonder if I should give up here and pull my hand.

But then the initial problem remained that the dead just kept coming out, and there was a feeling that they had been out of the castle for two days without a body. I also thought about letting my men come instead, but if the person dies, I can't even see them. Witches persist in caution that the art of acting on the spirit cannot be prevented, but if magic nonetheless seems to intervene, the tail will grab it.

He was confident he would do well.

"Five days. Must be, huh?

"I promise you"

Clara responded to the man, embracing his body with the thought of rising.

An hour later, Oscar, who left the whorehouse, moved around a little and then looked back, roughly. Speak up towards the alley.

"Ars, I see you."

"Huh."

I heard a moving voice from the shadows, and Oscar laughed unexpectedly.

"It's a lie. I don't see it."

"… Your Majesty"

Ars, who appeared, thanked him at first sight. Taking off your jacket would be inconspicuous in the back town. The man with the rank of general inexplicably asks the master.

"When did you notice?"

"You're right out of here. It's a sign of familiarity, so I knew right away."

"I saw him get out of the castle, so I followed him"

"I don't mind. Just fine."

As Oscar walked alongside Ars, he briefly explained the story of a song calling for death. Ars glances at him as surprised.

"Was it apart from what Miss Tinasha went to see yesterday?"

"Nobles and merchants are here to talk to me. They don't want to be out-of-the-box because the place is the place. Unlike the liquor store, they say it's almost everyone."

"You don't panic. It's odd that two singers show up at the same time."

"Right..."

Oscar recalls Tinasha's report. They said he was just a singer over there, but what does that have to do with anything? He thought he should have asked the other one once.

"Ars, I'm sorry, but I need you to find out more about the cause and circumstances of the deaths of those involved here."

"Yes, I did. Are you sure it's not Lazar?

"He won't lie to Tinasha. I have a priori."

Ars was slightly paled by the name of the witch.

You didn't tell Miss Tinasha.

I don't care what you think. I'm not here.

…………

- I got involved in an unpleasant secret.

Ars deeply regrets it. The witch is very reluctant to put herself up on the shelf and the contractor moves herself. Not to mention I don't know how I'd get mad if I found out I was feathery going to a whorehouse. Thinking that far, would she be fulfilled and angry about the whorehouse, Ars tilted his neck.

No matter how much you think, it's completely unpredictable. Approximately the war-torn Ars, Oscar says softly.

"Well, it would be a joint responsibility with you if I could."

"Give me a break..."

"He won't forgive anyone who knows and shuts up. Lazar was tightened up before."

Serious temptations as subordinates blur Ars for betrayal and talk. But as I saw it through, Oscar slapped him on the shoulder.

"I won't forgive you if you can move on. I need an investigation."

"... Yes, sir."

Disappointed to drop his shoulder, Ars accepted the order.

Clara started picking out clothes for tomorrow when she returned to her room.

Since when does my mind come to life this far? I'm surprised that I still have these feelings for myself. Singing her nose in a good mood, she puts all the clothes in her hand out on the sleeping table.

"Clara, what are you doing?"

Accidentally speaking from behind, Clara jumped up.

"Oh, Simon? What?"

"What a look. What are you doing, man?

"I'm choosing clothes."

Simon looked at her obliquely, answering to play.

"You liked that guy that much?

"Your Majesty the King!?... No, I'm not. He liked it. He personally. There's no one else like that."

"Different identities"

"I know! I don't want to be your wife. I can tell you all about myself."

"I hope so."

Simon replied boringly, sitting back in the vine chair. Sigh on Clara, who chooses clothes by shaking like a girl.

She looked back when she realized it.

"What?"

"You want a song, don't you? You can sing to him."

"I can't. What I don't want to kill......"

"You can sing hoping you like it"

Clara turned her eyes round. I had no idea. I thought my powers would only extend with regard to death.

"I wonder if I can do that."

"I can. Clara has power."

"Really?"

Simon laughed at the anxious woman's question.

Strongly affirm.

"I can"

It reassured her from the core, as always.

The man didn't come the next day.

Instead, he had a little red dragon with him when he showed up the next day. To the first dragon she sees, Clara makes her eyes shine like a child. The man has stabbed the nail first.

"Don't touch it. I'm not used to people."

"It's lovely."

When a man smiles bitterly, he releases the fruit that was served on a plate at the table towards the dragon. Dragon swallowed it when he cleverly took it by mouth.

"Same yesterday, but also busy tomorrow"

"I don't mind. Your job comes first."

"If you think so, sing it today."

"I don't like it."

Clara turned sideways with her lid. But she made her chest bounce about the day she sang a new song. Nature and face melt away.

The man kept releasing fruit on the dragon so she wasn't interested in such a thing though. Plates will be empty in no time to see where your little body is going to be so sucked in. Clara peered at it from next door.

"Shall I let you bring me a new plate?

"I don't mind. The truth is, I don't even need food."

She hated a man who didn't even try to hide the thought of wanting to go home soon. But thoughts beyond that burn her.

- Only now, this man is his own.

The idea was sweet without this, and had the power to burn the brain. So she tangles men with ivory arms.

On the table the dragon was circling and starting to sleep.

Day four after I started organizing my treasure trove. The space that had finished carrying out the magic equipment had spread to about 70% of the total. Although many products are small, they are likely to cause muscle pain due to the small number of workers.

But I can't borrow a hand other than a magician more than dealing with magical objects. They handily split the rest of the product.

Tinasha, who was organizing the back shelves, tries to hide them behind the fuzz and other things, and realizes that a small box of white stones is placed. I pushed what was before and took it out.

When I open the lid, there's a sphere inside made of blue ore. The size was so much bigger than the palm of his hand that a print never seen on the surface was carved.

- - A sense of ready-to-see, like I saw somewhere.

But even though I twisted my neck a few times, I can't really remember where I saw it. The tattoo was something she didn't even know about, and I had no idea what effect it had.

Tinasha has been troubled for a while, but classifies it among the "to the tower" items. Sylvia rushed over as she returned with a box on a pile of stacked magic implements.

"Dear Tinasha! There was this!

"What is this?"

Witches receive multiple folded pure white laces. It feels slightly magical, but it seems to be a magical thing that has been called upon not to degrade. When I spread it out careful not to get dirty, the race turned out to be the kind of long vale I would use for a wedding.

"I wonder what..."

"Dear Tinasha, here!

Sylvia pointed to the edge behind the vale. When I saw it, it was small and embroidered with silver thread. When I looked at her face close in surprise, there was a Trudar letter: 'Dear daughter, to Tinasha. Pray for its healthy growth,' it said.

"This..."

Tinasha stares at her name in dismay.

Parents who don't know their faces or their names. This is the Vale they gave to the castle thinking about their daughter, who was a baby.

I don't know what to say.

I burn my spirit hot, I wonder what this emotion is.

Tinasha just stared at the embroidery of silver thread and stood up forever.

The day before the Promise Day, the man who brought the dragon seemed in a good mood sometime. Clara stares at the back of the man wearing his clothes as he lays asleep on the sleeping table.

"Why are you in such a good mood today?

"Are you in a good mood?

"It looks that way."

The man laughed small. Put your sword on your hips.

"Find something nice for my woman. I'm really adorable that I'm happy. What you find will suit you as a sawdust bride."

"... to look like a bride?

Clara heard it and learned the wrath of her bowels boiling down.

The whorehouse is insensitive to other women's stories. No. Probably on purpose. She says she doesn't have it in her eyes.

That's what I knew. I was going to understand. Still, there's something I can't actually forgive when I ask. Clara put her nails up on the pillow. Too strong an obsession leans toward hatred.

- - I want to kill you...

Clara's ear, which I almost thought so, was spoken by a man.

"Promise's tomorrow, isn't it?

"... Yep"

"If I'm not, I'm sorry."

"Yes, sir."

The man leaves the room without ever looking back.

Looking at the closed door behind it, Clara gauged her mood by wandering her empty eyes, whether she should love or kill.

The night was not long.

I've been troubled in the meantime. I never slept. Or maybe he was dreaming intermittently. The phantom of himself being held by a man and the man's corpse repeatedly floated behind his eyelid and disappeared.

I don't know what I want to do. I've never been more lost. - But when I promised, it came light.

Clara, who wiped out the neighborhood under her eyes with makeup, greeted the man with Simon. Unlike the usual room, Clara turns to the man in a large, unfurnished room like a banquet seat.

Sitting directly on the floor, the man with the horseshit had a dragon between his legs. Clara is asexually flattered by the appearance of a king who may have preceded her death.

"Well, let me listen"

"Are you ready?

"I'm not going to die"

Clara had a spicy grin. Looking back at Simon, he nods softly. Zero melodies shook the air from his harp, dyed the room with worry.

Clara breathes small.

When I opened my mouth slightly, I made a sobbing song of unrepressible passion.

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

I sing songs, songs no one hears.

Flowers are scattered in these hands when they bloom.

I won't even leave that petal.

You're not here. You're nowhere.

You can't grab anything from me.

You want what you want missing, you don't return it.

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

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

My hands tremble.

It was so strange to be able to stand.

Staring at the man, he is listening unchanged. I wanted to get that existence and I wanted to get it and I was going crazy.

I'm afraid the end of the song will come. I don't know what will happen. She looked back at Simon as she sang so that she could accompany him, but noticed that the accompaniment had been accidentally interrupted.

Simon is stunned. For the first time then, Clara realized that she was hearing her song double. The same word, perfectly overlapping the same sound, it's not her voice if you listen carefully though.

Stop the song.

I stopped another voice a little late.

When he sees a man who is a guest, he has a funny laugh. Clara became angry and shouted at the man.

"What!? What did you do!

"Whatever they say...... Speaking of which, you wanted to know about my woman. Let me introduce you, Tinasha."

The last name was a call to the dragon on my leg. As he looks at it, he turns into a beautiful woman. Woman with long black hair on white magnetic skin. She was breathtaking, vibrant, just beautiful.

The dark eyes are filled with an unpleasant light. The woman glanced coldly at Clara and Simon as she sat on the man's feet. Oscar asks in his ear as he mouths on the witch's cheek.

"Which one is the subject?

"A man."

"Again? Totally wasted my time."

"It's no use!?

Clara was furious. I get such a sense of defeat that I can't push it off.

- I didn't think she was like that.

I can't even think in anger. I wanted to tear them both apart with my own hands.

Behind Clara stood up to the passion, Simon stood up. The man reached out the hand to two of his guests. But the witch controls it.

"Don't move. Move and I'll kill you as a rebel."

Simon laughed as he ripped the edge of his mouth. Composition occurs in the hand stretched out.

But the next moment the man was bounced off the spot. He is slammed against the back wall and falls to the floor without force. Clara stared at the sight with incredible thoughts.

She doesn't move. Runs over to Simon. The man had his hands and feet twisted in strange directions. Looking like a broken doll, Clara remembers the illusion as if her vision had stained bright red.

"What are you doing to Simon!

"I gave you some advice."

The witch stood up all the time. Space is dominated by the intimidation she unleashes. Witch pressure that could be comparable to tens of thousands of armies. But Clara fought it.

"How dare you! All I had was Simon! What do you know!

"I wouldn't know anything if I didn't tell you. Or do you want to go after the man if it's that important?

"Die, both of you!

I don't care about everything.

And everything hated it.

Seeing a woman frenzy, the witch hesitated for a while, but eventually structured to unleash an intangible force. But Oscar pulls the hand from behind.

"Wait, don't kill me"

Tinasha looked up at the man who stood up with a disgusting face.

"Even though she didn't have the strength to execute, more than ten people are dead."

"Everyone has as much to do as they want to kill someone"

"That woman wants to kill you. Even a small thorn now could be a sword in the future. Then I'll pick it up now."

"Don't worry about it. Don't."

Tinasha sighed heavily at the repetition. When you break up the composition, you turn back to the man.

"... did you even make love?

"Take proper paperwork. It'll be a good pill for the nobles, too."

"I want the medicine to put on you."

Clara collapsed on the spot as Tinasha waved lightly.

Simon, the main culprit, died and Clara, who was in the shape of helping it, was deported from the country. Ars speaks out of admiration as he compares the book he took from her to the survey.

"I didn't know you were just making it look like a suicide. That's a slap."

"That's the easiest part."

One moment after it's all over, a witch answers with a cup of tea.

"The woman had a little magic, too. I didn't seem to have been trained, but putting that on the lyrics seemed to manipulate the mood somewhat of what I listened to. So, I depressed him, and I made him think he was going to kill himself, and a man goes to kill him."

"She thought she had power."

"You'd think so if someone who thought he was going to die died to keep standing. Seems like the man was making repeated allusions."

Ars looked up to the ceiling. It is an unbelievable and bizarre case even when it is seeded.

"I wonder what you wanted to do in the first place"

The witch answered with a bitter face with her cheekstick on.

"Wouldn't a woman's desire have finally been fulfilled? In the first place, it seems that one of the customers insulted her badly. So, a man wrote a song for that girlfriend. Singing that song was a signal to anyone who thought she was going to die. So it was actually the woman who was picking the victim."

"A liquor store singer who happened to listen to the song said he sang it himself and became a reputation"

"The song itself was better in the liquor store. It's a song composed to manipulate emotions, so if you're a good singer, you don't have magic."

When the witch concluded that way, she returned the empty cup to the basin. Looking back with cold eyes.

"Now, how much sermon would you like to hear?

The witch's contractor grinned bitterly at the word.

"You broke the office and it's still not enough"

"There's no way it's enough."

Ars looks around the room. It is not the usual office where they are. It was destroyed by a witch without skin. I'm supposed to move into a room for the king because it's just the right opportunity, and now the three of them are coming to the new office.

It was not Ars who broke his mouth to the witch. Doan, who handled the tavern, found out that it was a whorehouse where the song originated.

Tinasha, who heard it, first tightened up the lazar and confirmed that a request had come from the nobles about a whorehouse.

And she went to the whorehouse.

The night before, Oscar, who had returned from the whorehouse and worked in the office, was just dazed to see the door rip open then. Ars, who happens to be in the room, is also stunned.

The witch, who slowly came in through the ripped door, grinned when she saw the contractor. It is the smile of the king, without the fine dust of unbearability.

She opened her white arms and tilted her little neck seemingly adorably as she assembled a huge composition there.

"Do you choose to die listening to the song or will you be killed by me here and now?

…………

Hearing that, the two men realized that the secret was no longer the earliest secret. As much as Ars and others prepared themselves to die.

I broke one pottery after another where the aftermath of magic was embellished in the room, whether I couldn't or wasn't trying to contain it. Oscar asks for now, thinking about what he should do.

"Where did you hear that?

"I have tightened up the lord of the whorehouse"

"Are you still alive?

"I didn't let you get hurt. You won't be able to sleep in peace for the time being."

The window glass behind him makes a flashy noise and cracks. A gentle night breeze came in from the outside.

Tinasha chuckles. It's a smile that attracts the beholder and drives him to death. A voice similar to crushing clear ice echoes into the room.

"You're in trouble because you don't seem to know how many times I've said it, do you? Lose your curiosity and overconfident yourself...... If it's enough to make you die a boring way, I'll kill you now. Now get that neck out."

- - It just sounds serious.

The table and the shelf between the walls shattered. Ars is breathtaking about too much. He didn't know if he should break in between them and, above all, he didn't think he could change the situation.

Oscar looks straight back at the witch when he stands up.

"Well, wait, Tinasha."

"annoying"

A heavy clerk's desk was lightly broken into two pieces, like a stirrup. Walls on all sides deflect outward. I made an unpleasant noise and the room started to distort. Strong winds gush through it, paperwork dancing on the vortex.

Oscar stood before the witch with a broken desk. Reach out to the body that floats in the universe.

"Don't touch me"

The witch tried to magically play the man's body, but it was not offset by her own kingdom. Oscar takes away the body of the witch that is the storm itself.

"I'm sorry."

"Is it a question of apologizing?

"I don't think so, but I apologize"

Tinasha bit her lip. Look down at the man in hatred.

He had a flat, but slightly troubled eye. She stares at those eyes with strength.

He doesn't always show his witches how frightened he is. I was happy about that, and I hated it.

"I want to bite"

"If that makes you feel better,"

"Sorry, sir."

"Bite or lose..."

Tinasha cluttered up the man's hair. Hold that head in and stare.

"I owe you a lot, so this time I'll pull it off. But the next time I do it, I'll go back to the tower."

"Okay."

The witch held the man's head tight for a while as she poured in her passion, but eventually exhaled deeply to release that body. Escape from a man's hand and float in the universe.

That's how he picked up his life. Oscar said he looked around the room.

"That's total destruction."

and said without incident.

Ars squeaks smudgingly as he drinks tea in his new office.

"I really thought I was going to die. Please stop dragging me into this."

"That's what Lazar told me before"

"You deserve it."

The witch chilled, adding tea to Oscar's cup. Sit straight on his chair elbow.

"Mostly, if you want to play with women, make a proper backyard. Are you an idiot to walk fluffy or something? Are you an idiot king, too?"

"It's not like I wanted to play with women..."

"annoying"

…………

I hear she's still angry. Moving his legs back and forth like a child, he kicked Oscar's tibia in the heel.

"You've been the only one in 400 years to piss me off even though you're not my enemy."

"That's good"

"Where!

Tinasha turned to Oscar as she turned on the recoil and went down from her elbow hanging. Look seriously at your own contractor with your hands on your hips.

"... well... it doesn't work for you to be angry... that's enough. I feel like I'm wasting my strength just because I'm angry."

That's what she says and shrugs her shoulders small, she smiles her usual adorable smile. I stroked Oscar's head with an outstretched hand.

To the tenderness of his hand he narrows his eyes. I took a white hand from my head and mouthed it on my smooth armor.

"I don't want a backyard if you get it."

"I can't do that, so make it right"

Cutting off just now, she raised her voice and laughed like a flower.