Unnamed Memory

My mother was a beautiful man.

He just always looked sad. If you ask, he says he lost his hometown. It was before he was born. Having lived peacefully in a small village, she was deprived of all of that life one day. They were plundered like objects and taken away from burning villages.

That's how my father, who got her, always treated my mother like a slave.

Sleeping is in straw and eating satisfactorily is also unacceptable.

Fearing when she would be whipped by her father, she lived sheltering only her son.

But such a life would have strained my narrow mother. She eventually fell ill and took her breath miserably. Before he was the only one watching, he gently lost his warmth to disappear.

You can never forget the day you saw my mother. And the thinness of his fingers holding his hand.

He was a kind, beautiful man. I shouldn't have been the one who would have lived a lifetime like this.

I wanted you to be happier. I wanted you to at least laugh.

So - - I really wanted to help.

If you can still reach it, you'll never let go of this hand.

Even if we lose ourselves for it.

Two major powers exist in the eastern part of the continent: Gandona and Mensan, but elsewhere many small nations are hissing. As a result, they have a much more intrusive border than the West, but because of the large number of localized sparks, the smaller countries, with the exception of the two great powers, often reached out to other countries for their invasion.

In the big one, there is a Farsus invasion from Yarda ten years ago, but Farsus beat it without difficulty. Yarda, who was so impetuous at the time that he approached the great powers with this defeat, is on the brink of losing half of the territory that was bordering Falsas.

Falsas itself has been building the largest fort in the country, Fort Minnedart, in the east for a hundred years, because of the ever-contentious eastern border. There were always 50,000 troops stationed there, on the border guard.

"I'm coming, too."

I don't care.

"You don't do shit when you look away."

"You're the only one who says that."

"We can't even say what we think."

Oscar watched the witch standing across the street over his desk. She is looking through a bunch of documents that Oscar has offered. Starting in three days, he is supposed to accompany several martial arts officers to the site for regular visits to Fort Minnedart. The witch who listened to it raised her voice of admiration when she read one compiled about the eastern border.

"There was a war ten years ago."

"It's small. You're quite oblivious to that."

"I usually pull... Ten years ago, you were alive."

I thought not to make weird rhetoric because of the witch who lived more than four hundred years, but Oscar didn't put it in his mouth. I remember the memory of the time instead.

"Oh. You remember when Yalda mentioned the princess to my wife or something at the end of the war negotiations."

"What's wrong with that?"

"There's no way you can take it. It's gonna get worse."

"Ah well."

At the time, Oscar still had a witch's curse. If the princess who offered for peace had conceived her son and died, it would inevitably have cast a shadow on the freshly restored national traffic. Apparently, the person who decursed him had completely forgotten the existence of the curse, and I see, he grumbles.

But even though he offered to be the Princess of the Corner, he umbilically said that Yarda's heavy ministers were looked down on because they were losers, to Farsas, who refused without saying why. Most importantly, that is why, to pretend the peace negotiations themselves, the difference in strength between Falsas and Yarda was too great at the time, and even more so now, ten years later, the difference is more open.

He adds to the guardian as he handles another case.

"It'll take about three days, so keep it steady."

Copy that, sir.

The witch disappears from the room when she returns the documents to her desk.

With a bitter smile at its abruptness, Oscar took the other paperwork.

On the day of the inspection, it was Oscar and his witches, as well as General Granfort and the three martial arts officers, who used a transfer formation to jump to Fort Minedart. Granfort, who is older among the generals after forty years, seems to have abhorred the existence of a witch only at first, but has now softened his attitude considerably. That probably has nothing to do with the fact that Kevin, the former king, told the heavy ministers the truth seventy years ago.

Tinasha also solved the misconception that he was a witch who wanted the country, adding that he was also the heir of Trudar, and once again the high value of existence was to be recognized. Granfort and others are rather as welcome as she is to say a novel to Oscar and become a heavy stone.

Meanwhile, there are two Minnedart generals who welcomed them.

General Edgard, entrusted with the full powers of the fort, was a fellow Granfort, while the other Gajen was a twenty-seven year old young general. Edgard and Gajen seemed surprised to see the witch, but when he pushed it away in an instant, he broke his knee and thanked his master.

At the end of his liturgical greeting, Tinasha pulls Oscar's sleeve.

"I guess I should have changed my appearance..."

"I'm bored."

In a light reply, the witch glanced. Walk down the hallway of the fort about after the contractor. Trying to scratch her temples, she looked out the window and noticed the children playing in the courtyard.

"You have children."

"Oh, people from nearby villages have been living there since last year. I lost my man in a fight. Took the old man and the girl and the kid."

"Is it a dispute..."

Tinasha sighed.

The children's shaky voice is echoing in the garden.

Karel, one of the soldiers belonging to Fort Minedart, made sure it was a break, headed to the courtyard where the children played. The children who found him lay down the stones they were playing with and come running over gladly.

"Karel! Talk to me! Talk."

"Talk to me. What would you like?

"I like to talk about the Blue Swordsman!

"Again."

Karel sat in a hush when he removed his sword and placed it on the ground. Still eighteen, he just became a member of the military two years ago, at a stage where he is trained as a soldier.

The children surround him with anticipation. Looking around and smiling, Karel opened her mouth.

"Instead, when our village was in the meadows, the village had a very beautiful daughter. Young people who want to marry their daughters never stop. But my daughter left no one to choose."

"I didn't have a good cousin."

"Shut up and listen. - But one day, the bad guys on horseback attacked the village. The bad guys set fire to the house, burned the village and tried to kill people. But there, a swordsman in blue appeared. When he got rid of the bad guys, he helped his daughter, who was about to be exposed. My daughter was thrilled and made sure to call the Blue Swordsman her son-in-law, but he turned it down and disappeared to nowhere. It's over."

"Karel, it's too light!

"Talk to me more properly!

One dissatisfied voice after another flies from the children. Karel frowned.

"It's there, okay? Don't be luxurious."

Still trying to poke the kid's head slightly pointing his mouth, Karel looked back when she noticed the young woman giggling behind her back. There stands a beautiful stranger there. The woman bowed her head when Karel and I met each other.

"I'm sorry. Just wondering what you're talking about."

With that said, the king's witch grinned.

"Is it really a longer story that you're light?

Karel seemed frightened when she heard her qualities about following the king, but when she asked for more information, she sat back on the ground again. The kids, who seem to have gotten tired of the story, are starting to paint on the ground a little further away.

"The truth is, this story is what actually happened in our village two hundred years ago. The Blue Swordsman said he was the son of his daughter who helped him."

"Uh... do you mean you're from an earlier era?

"You will. The Blue Swordsman seems to be a child born in the meantime when his daughter was captured by one of the horseback riding nations. So, you told me you came in the past to change my mother's affair? Just changing the past for him makes him unborn. But he helped his mother knowingly. - This sword was left behind by the Blue Swordsman."

Karel lifted the sword she had placed beside herself to show it. The horse sculpture was loosened on the pattern, which is indeed carefully cared for with a sword with the season. When it comes to passing on for two hundred years, it may be some kind of magical sword. The witch who saw it raised her indignation.

"I see... it doesn't feel like much of a child-friendly story"

Well done story from the old days, but it is clear that there is actually no law magically going back to the past either. I don't know if it's true that you're from an earlier era, but it still seemed like you were working on it inside. Tinasha refers to the children playing.

"Are those kids from the same village?

From what I said, "Our Village," Karel nodded. Just his expression suddenly turns into something seriously painful.

"You were attacked by horseback riders a year ago... A soldier rushed, but the men were almost killed, and they brought the survivors here."

Tinasha clouded her face to a young Karel who would squeeze her lips if I were in the village......

Oscar says there will be horseback riding nations around here that have long been called "it" with no country. They don't have settlements. They span several countries, and occasionally they show up, they loot villages, and they leave. There have been many attempts at that crusade, but it seems that none of them reached the point of extermination, as soon as they cross the border and go.

"The sheik's wife and others say the sheik died sheltering her, and she hasn't smiled in a whole year. I can't forgive people for trampling their lives in prison."

Karel stared at his clenched hands. It's as if there's an abominable vendetta there.

Retaliation generates retribution. - - The witch knew that very well.

That's why she's not willing to miss any buds that threaten the contractor. Pick everything before retaliation takes shape. intervene yourself there. I knew it was a funny deception. If the result is that he will one day be killed in retaliation, then there is no choice.

But again, she has lived too long to speak of her ideals… and her hands are indeed stained with blood.

Oscar laughed when he heard from Gajen about the room where he was going to sleep at night after the first day of inspection and finished picking up dinner. The man under his subordinate turns his eyes round to the king who suddenly laughs out.

"Oh, was that bad"

"What is that? Is that someone's money?

Gajen asked me, "May the witch be in the same room?" It's abrupt, but lately, it could be a loud hand-work of heavy ministers who are heirs to marriage. Few people now try to hold back in that direction because they previously declared they were unwilling to choose anything other than Tinasha.

The voice of a witch broke into Oscar, who was about to open his mouth to make it change, but shuddered from next door.

"If you don't mind Oscar, fine."

"... is it also a fever?

Oscar put his hand on the witch's forehead with real suspicion. but it is flat fever.

She frowned.

"I'm following you on my own. You can change your appearance."

"Oh, I see"

He remembers a witch who looked like a demon the other day. In the first place, she is free to manipulate her appearance age. Surely that would not be inconvenient.

"Well, that doesn't matter."

Gajen gently stroked his chest down and exited. When we're alone, Tinasha mentions it over a cup of tea.

"I'll know when I get out of the night, so it's just fine."

"You really don't trust me..."

"It's stranger to think there is."

The witch chilled, making a small stretch.

The meeting after dinner took until late at night. The main reason for this is neighbouring Yalda. It seems that his country, which has grown up for ten years, has recently made some suspicious moves.

Oscar returned to his bedroom after considering the investigation report on Yalda and instructing him to remain vigilant in the future. In the room, a witch is falling asleep in a bench. Did she take a bath or was she dressed in her room?

"Tinasha, don't sleep in here"

Knock gently on the cheek but no response. Sometimes this witch doesn't sleep for a few days, and sometimes she falls asleep so deeply. I wonder if I can get out of it... The idea blurred Oscar's head, but unfortunately I have nothing to do with getting out of it.

At least I tried to put him to sleep properly, lifting his light body and just coming to the front of the bedroom, but he hesitated. I remember her jumping up when I put her down to the lifting bedroom the same way before.

That was due to one incident four hundred years ago, but even now that the problem had come to a paragraph, Oscar still didn't know if she was still trapped in the same nightmare. After a few seconds of thinking, he sits himself on the sleeping table with Tinasha in his arms. Sleeping her down on her knees, she continued to slap her cheeks.

Wake up. Wake up.

"Ugh..."

With a small groan, she opened her eyes slightly. Dark eyes are drowsy.

"Sleep properly yourself if you want to"

"Yes......"

When she managed to reply, Tinasha moved to the corner of the wide sleeping area herself, even with Oscar's hand. As it goes round like a cat, it falls into sleep.

Oscar was relieved that she hadn't had a nightmare. But he was stunned when he realized something else.

"You haven't changed..."

I tried to pull my hair off but there is no sign of waking up this time.

When I sighed and put a cloth on him, Oscar left the bedroom to take a bath himself.

There are unforgettable footage.

Blood and the body of a falling husband. The man you see over that body. Arm that fell to the ground.

The footage has no color for some reason.

There was just color in the eyes of a man staring at himself with horrible eyes.

Those eyes are deep green, like a forest without daylight.

I never want to see you again.

I don't want to see it.

Yet that green is the only thing that keeps annoying her forever.

Oscar, who was sleeping next door leaving a witch who had fallen asleep deeply, woke up in a strange breathlessness at midnight. I opened my lid slightly, but I can't see it very well. My body is heavy. Something warm is touching me.

While he was doing so, he was stroked in the mouth by something that broke his lips and went in, and he awoke instantly. Tremors run with dizziness all over his body. The woman's tongue snapped as if it were tangling his tongue. He moves his assembled hand and touches the woman's cheek.

She noticed it and slowly let go of her face. Wake up your body and put your hands on the face of a man staring at himself. I stared into his blue eyes with an empty look like I was in a dream and opened my mouth.

"No........................ I won't!!

From a whispering grunt, she suddenly turns to screaming and she jumps up. Oscar sent a frightened gaze at his face.

"What are you doing..."

The witch held her head and bent over the sleeping table.

"Tuned..."

and leaked in a shameless manner.

"I was asleep, so I seem to have taken on the dream that there was a frequency..."

Apparently, she finally settled down. The witch sat right on the sleeping table. Leaning down she has so many bad looks on her face that there is no more.

"What is it?"

Oscar holds the temple. I'm going to get dizzy in an irresistible waking way. When I look at the clock, I still have time until morning.

"Maybe there's someone in this fort sleeping with a strong passionate dream flowing outside. Probably someone with magic...... no experience in control training. It doesn't affect normal people, but it's me and I was tired... so I think I picked that up. Excuse me!"

"It's bad for the heart"

"Forget it......"

The witch crawled in and asked for it. Just looking at it, Oscar gets tired with no place to do it. I'm just tired than I think I got. I feel like I had heavy stones on my nerves even though it was only about a minute.

"What's the difference?"

"I think it's the color of my eyes. Green...... did you think it was?

"I'm glad you're awake."

To the chilling voice of the contractor, the witch cannot raise her face. Even if I wasn't chilling, I couldn't give my face to what I did.

"Anyway, I'm gonna get some more sleep. You change your appearance properly."

"Yes......"

To Oscar, who lay on his back, Tinasha finally turns into a little black cat and circles. I folded my tail without force, that said, I wasn't likely to sleep in my impossible lapse for the time being.

When he woke up the next morning, Oscar held up a cat that was round on his pillow. The cat jumps on his shoulder and stretches when he makes a big stretch.

"You, if you want to be a spiritualist, stay like that all day today," he muttered in a low voice as he stroked his throat. The cat stabbed with a nail shuddered and drooped her black ear slightly.

On the morning of the second day of the inspection, Oscar looked around at the equipment in the fort. Listen to the repair of the walls that are getting old. Once he was returning to the office in the fort to look at other reports, a representative of the protected village offered to greet him.

The delegates who came in with permission are old men and beautiful women in their late twenties that they were the previous chiefs. The woman had her pale golden hair tied up to produce a neat facial line. Originally it seems like a gorgeous beauty, but now it is dyeing its face with color.

You noticed signs of people, until then a cat that had been round in the corner of the desk brought its neck. When you wake up your black back and slowly raise your face, you look seriously at the woman.

Oscar noticed it and looked at the woman.

"Right, you."

"Yes?"

"No, it's nothing"

The woman named herself Else and greeted her as the widow of the murdered chief. Even when I smile to thank you, I feel sad about the look on his face.

The greeting was over and Oscar stopped her trying to bow her head and exit.

"Was the deceased husband green eyed?

to the words of a casual king, but she became stiff. Oscar finds it surprising that a certain expression freezes in amazement. The old man next door answered the question instead.

"No, with brown eyes."

"Right. No, I heard boring things. You can back off."

As the two leave the room, Oscar asks his black ears as he strokes the cat.

"Well, who do you think that woman was dreaming about?

The cat broke her neck so that she shrugged her shoulders, she became round again.

Soldiers on watch positioned on the fort's fence will be replaced after noon. For this reason, the soldier who had been on his way to his post after lunch saw the border from the wall and noticed something strange. Call off a colleague who is about to go on a break.

"Hey, that..."

If you look in the direction where the said man was pointed, there is smoke up in the distance. It looks blurry. That gradually grew bigger. They were watching for something, eventually realizing it was the horseback riders coming this way.

How many would be about a hundred? Not the army. It is a horseback riding nation called It that roughs up this neighborhood. Got a hold of things. When they looked at each other, one rushed to the report. And the other soldier that was left stared at the smoke with abominable eyes.

"You said Ito was here? What are you going to do?"

With Granfort, Oscar, who was inspecting the stockpile warehouse, twisted his neck after receiving a report. I've looked for this one before for a crusade, but they barely grabbed their tail and disappeared.

I wonder what you're going to do with that coming all the way to the fort. Surprisingly, when the king went near the gate, there was already a crowd of soldiers there. Apparently, it's outside the gate. Gajen notices Oscar and rushes over.

"The leader of Ito wants us to meet the greatest human being."

"Is that a suicide wish?

A black cat on his shoulder sent a frightened eye to the king who slapped him lightly. Usually Edgard would be the greatest, but now he is naturally an Oscar.

On offer to talk for now, he made the square in the gate empty and opened the castle gate. Ito enters the fort with dignity as thousands of soldiers gaze from the corridors, windows and above the fence where the square can be seen. Many of the soldiers of Pharsus abhorrently tongued their arrogant appearance. Some people put their natural complaints on their mouths about what they are putting up their chests, even though they have repeatedly plundered all they want until now.

Karel was mingling with such soldiers and turning his burning hateful eyes to it. As soon as I show suspicious movement, I try to shoot him, and as the Archers stare at the arrows from the fence, one man of good stature, around thirty, moves forward.

He went down the horse that he was the leader of Ito, and distracted his chest towards Oscar, where the three generals stood in front. Deep green eyes like a sunless forest shoot straight through the Oscars.

"My name is Havi. This time I got what I wanted."

"That's thick. I don't care if I bury you guys here right now."

"Say anything. Looting is an old way of life for a clan. We are proud of this way of life. What's not the same as attacking another country with an army? I live a much better life than a man who doesn't fight and only orders."

On Oscar's shoulder responding with a sarcastic laugh, a black cat turned her hair upside down. He grabs a cat who opens his mouth to intimidation and grabs it behind his neck. The cat blurted, but he ignored it and turned to Havi.

"That's a tongue that goes around a lot. What do you want?"

"A woman."

To the answer, Oscar looked at the cat in his hand.

I never wanted to see you again.

But his eyes were engraved into his soul.

How much I would have wished I'd forgotten. He wants to go back before he sees those eyes.

But the more I think about it, the more those eyes blame her every night, in her dreams.

I had no idea how much longer the moon would allow me to escape.

Else, who was reading and doing books to the children in a room at the fort, looked up when she realized the voice of the old man in the village who had come to call herself. The old man throws up and throws up with a bitter face.

"Else, it seems Ito is coming"

"Huh!? Because this is a fort..."

"The king wants you."

I don't know what's going on.

Accompanied by soldiers without knowing, Else came to the square in front of the gate, where she strongly hoped not to see it again, to reunite with those green eyes.

Else stiffens under the gaze of Javi, who intertwines himself. I briefed her on what Edgard would do. I mean, that Javi has come this far in search of Else and that he's signed up for a three-on-three duel to get her.

Havi insisted that whatever he wanted would be taken away by force.

But Else doesn't have a human being to protect her right now. Because we started her husband a year ago and we all died. Then the leader of Ith insisted that the man of the fort, who was leaning on him, should take his place. However, I don't want to fight the National Army, which has 50,000, to let my clan die in vain, so I try to compete in a duel.

All the Falsus humans who heard about it wanted to reject Ito's suggestion that the thieves were fierce. We tried to dispose of them here, who appeared in the fort of Falsus by mistake.

On the other hand, it has a say in it.

They will not kill women and children in the plunder, and they must be fed, and there are those who await their return. Looting is a duty to them for the life of the clan.

However, no matter what the circumstances, looting is not an acceptable practice in Farsas. I couldn't accept Ito's claim that it was true.

Oscar spoke to the generals claiming to kill them all for a while, but eventually swallowed Havi's demands. The king waves gently at the generals, stunned and trying to get them to retract their remarks.

"There will be sacrifices here while even a hundred people are killed. If that's all the three of us have to do, that's better."

Javi snorted at the young king's light decision.

"You have a good sense of the kid. Get three out of the strong guy. I'll get this one out too."

"Okay. However, if this one wins, it is forbidden to loot in Farsas in the future. - You know what happens if you're wrong."

Havi was slightly frightened by Oscar, who suddenly manifested his intimidation, but snorted in front of him, the leader of the clan, hiding it.

When Havi looks back and signals by hand, the hundreds of horseback riders retreat and empty the place down the horse. Only two people who participated in the duel left their horses there with others. Confirming the two remaining men, Havi stared at Else, trembling next to the generals.

She looks back at him with the same, frightened, beautiful face she did a year ago. If the wind blows, it's going to disappear, an unreliable being.

But that doesn't attract him.

He met her in a place of plunder where the smell of blood could enter. She was sheltered by her husband's back and desperately kept it. The beauty of its appearance. I was captivated at a glance by the strong light of my eyes that looked at my husband. I wanted her light pointed at me.

In the memory of fading away, only her appearance will always be vivid.

I can't forget the eyes of a woman staring at herself flashly over her husband who collapses.

I've never been more obsessed with anyone else. I can't believe it myself.

But I really wanted it. I can't give up.

So now he's here.

"It took me a year for your husband to get his slashed arm back. We're late, but we're here to pick you up."

Havi rubbed his own left arm without distracting himself from Else. It took a lot of pain and effort to get those magically connected arms to move like they used to.

Else glanced lightly, but answered nothing to the man's words.

With his head in pain, Oscar turned to the generals.

"Well, what about the other two as I leave for now..."

He holds the cat up to the height of his eyes with the back of his neck grabbed.

"It's him in strong order, but he's a cat."

That's when the cat accidentally distorted the contour. The little black kitten instantly returns to the figure of the original woman. Oscar scolded the woman with a smile on his face.

"I told you not to go back. You want to be punished."

"No matter how many cats you have had the back of your neck all the time, you're going to choke!

To the witch who suddenly appeared, the generals are surprised and unable to say anything. I opened my mouth and looked at her. The witch says all the same as she rubs the back of her neck.

"I'm leaving."

"Rejected"

"Listen to me till the end...... Of those two, the shorter man is probably a magician."

Oscar looked at the two men standing in the square, to the words of the guardian. The muscular giants and little men each have swords on them and don't look like magicians. But if that's what witches are for, I'm sure.

"Okay. I'll leave him to you."

"Accepted."

The witch answered lightly, leaving the spot to pick up her clothes and sword.

Oscar sees Gajen to decide the last one when he drops it off. He's not as good as Ars, but he also stands up in arms and is a reasonable choice. But there suddenly one young soldier ran and raised his hand.

"Your Majesty! Let me out!

Oscar glances at the young man who complains in desperate shape. He would still be a teenager, hateful in his unceasing eyes of childhood.

"Why?"

"I'm from a village attacked by them. He killed my father."

Oscar holds Edgard back for sudden disrespectful attempts to lower the man. I watched a soldier imprisoned by strong paranoia.

"What's your name?

"My name is Karel"

"Okay. You're coming out, too."

Karel brings joy to the king's decision. Now we can take revenge.

When Karel looked at Else thinking so, she stared at Havi with a pale face.

The first duel was against Karel and a muscular giant named Joaquin. As a large crowd stares breathlessly, the two pull out their swords and face each other. Karel is in one thin shape or the other and looks exactly like an adult and a child when facing Joaquin.

Joaquin looks down at his opponents and mocks them.

"Village survival? I wish I'd been hiding."

"Shut up, you barbarian!

Karel sets up his sword. But Joaquin began to see the immaturity drifting there, and they were all discerning. Only Javi frowns in the air before he starts to see victory and defeat. He looked familiar to Karel's sword.

It closely resembled an anonymous sword that had only one wave, long passed down to the leader of Ito. But the sword must have broken in the middle of a battle when it was the previous leader.

Havi wondered, but shook his head that he would simply be alike. Edgard, standing beside the square, signaled the start.

Karel waves her sword wide and runs out toward Joaquin. Joaquin laughingly took a blow all over his body that would be struck down as it was. Not a single slaughter carried out in one or two can harm a giant man. Karel still continued to punch the sword in from the front.

Joaquin had a pleasant look at it for a while, but when he lifted his lips and laughed, he struck down a mighty blow from the top to Karel. Karel barely took it, but couldn't support it, so he stuck his buttcake on it. The Its who watched make me laugh more and more.

"Damn......"

Karel realized there was a little blood on her head, but there was nothing she could do. Joaquin's sword was struck down at him without giving him while he stood up. Karel shrugs it backwards as she sits with one hair in between.

- But the third blow that goes on is very unlikely to be avoided.

And Karel, who had closed his eyes, knowing the end of the road, opened his eyes, wondering that there would never be a shock.

"Huh..."

Soon the skinny sword is protruding in front of him. Directed by that sword, Joaquin's sword was buried on the ground beside him. Next to a shuddered Karel, a small foot steps on the sand.

"The battle is on. I'm next."

A witch with long dark hair tied up said so in an icy voice.

"You're letting a woman out? Falsus doesn't have people either."

Oscar replied lightly to Javi's prayer.

"I'm in trouble with a caretaker"

As the gaze of the audience gathered, Tinasha laid her sword uncrafted. The black clothes along her body make her luxurious limbs stand out.

The second man, named Inigo, stared at Tinasha's body licking around with a favorable laugh. Pull out the curved blade and point it at her.

"You're a little too thin, but a good woman. Shall I peel it off?"

"If you can, you can do whatever you want"

The witch replied with a grin. Kick the ground gently with Edgard's signal. Inigo received a woman who was never strong, but had cut at a terrible rate, with her sword reflexively. If you are cautious, you will change the attitude that you used to insult the woman in the sword movement where your immediate neck is likely to be skipped.

When he managed to undergo a trinity with a cold sweat, he used his full body strength to bawl his sword to the side. The witch avoids it and jumps back a lot. Confirming that sufficient time had been kept, Inigo pointed his sword at the woman. Configure and instill magic.

What was created is an invisible spread. Its tip runs toward the woman's thin body. The crawl was entangled and bound in her limbs, which lay the sword as it was. Tinasha, suspended with both arms, wrists tightened and swords removed. The blurring spread to the Falsus audience.

The Its, who know the power of Inigo, laughed inferiorly at the unfolding they could have expected.

Few magicians have swords. Not to mention if you're dressed as crude as it is, there's not even anyone who doubts its potential. I think Inigo is really stupid.

He has similarly crushed and killed dozens of people in the past. Their expression of fear when they find out they can't move is irresistible. As Inigo walked over to the captured woman, he put a cut of his sword between his chest, clavicle. The woman is not frightened, she is flatly looking back at him.

"You didn't tell me you shouldn't use magic, did you?

With certainty of victory and laughter, Inigo tried to slip the blade into the woman's clothes, at that time - he saw his sword splash open his mouth pompously. Fragments of the sword fall to the ground in brilliance. It was too unrealistic a view to move his sense of crisis.

When Inigo looks up feeling some sign approaching him, a woman with a brutal smile floats up and peeks into him.

The man looked up at it with incredible thoughts. A beautiful voice like singing strikes him in the ear.

"You certainly didn't say you shouldn't use magic,"

The stretched woman's white hand grabs his throat.

The next moment, a man's scream echoed in the square.

"Is this the draw so far?"

In cheer, watching the witch come back, Oscar said all the same. Javi flashes on the side.

"What have you done to Inigo... who is that woman"

"I don't think the magician did anything by magic."

Returning Tinasha stood next to Oscar as she loosened her hair.

"I've messed up the magic in my body. Even if you stay sane, you can't configure it anymore."

"Thank you. Well, then it's me. Tinasha."

The witch, who knew what it meant to be called a name, painted her own blood with her fingers behind the man's ear as she floated lightly. Add a light chant as well. Now I pass the sword, but not the magic. Havi has no magic, so it will be enough.

Seeing her white ears confirming the finished procedure, Oscar ate her ears lightly as he accidentally looked at her.

"Hiaaah."

The witch flies red-handed with an odd voice. If I were a cat, my back hair would have been upside down. Oscar gave her a mean grin as she held her ear and escaped.

"Because I won't keep my word. You stupid cat."

"Ugh."

Leaving the resentful guardian on the spot, Oscar walks out into the square. Havi followed suit. Tensions mix with ambient air.

Coming to the center of the circularly empty space, Oscar looked back at Else. Look at her with powerful eyes.

"Well, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to kill my revenge?

Suddenly questioned, she opens her eyes and looks at the king.

I can't think of anything.

I don't have an answer in me.

Next to him, deep green eyes stared at her as she followed her everywhere.

Off his gaze from Else, who does not answer, Oscar turned to Havi. Seeing the audience on the sidelines, is his witch not even worried? Already back to the cat to make boxes on the stone steps. Oscar pulled out Acacia, spilling a small laugh at the appearance.

"Just call me. I still have work to do."

"The young man... be ready"

Javi pulled out a long, thick sword. Made with more emphasis on weight than sharpness. If they punch this in as hard as they can from the top, they will crush every hand they receive.

The sword that frightens the relative, but Oscar doesn't even care. Javi laid up his sword as he nodded his tongue.

I can hear Edgard's signal.

At the same time, when Havi stepped in without rushing, he waved his sword in pursuit of the current king of Falsus. Oscar jumps back and avoids an intense slaughter that leads to fatal injuries, whether eating or receiving.

Havi, on the other hand, has stuffed his time with a quick cut back to the heavy split, with his sword flanked. When Oscar similarly avoids the second blow, he gently plays off the blow that Havi waves down as he advances with his acacia. With his empty left hand, he grabbed Havi's right arm with the sword.

"Huh......!?

Regardless of the man's voice, Oscar pulls Acacia in a flash. Thus the king severed Javi's arm from his elbow lightly, using his fearful strength.

The blunt sound of your arms falling to the ground sounds. Then a scream similar to the roar of the beast rocked the square. Javi kneels in severe pain and still tries to take a sword that reaches out his left hand and falls to the ground.

But when his finger tried to put it on the blade, he had Acacia on his throat. Oscar's chilling voice sounds.

"You have a fight. Promise me you'll have a drink."

The soldiers of Pharsus rejoice in the king's victory. Ito breathed in amazement.

Javi bites his lips and stares at his right hand and sword.

Else graced lightly at the end of the battle. Gajen supports that body.

It was in fanaticism and her body was out of wonder and cold.

The colors are gone from the world.

Only the man who just loses his arm and crawls to the ground and the color of his blood is bright.

I can't hear anything.

I can't say anything.

A man's green eyes capture himself.

His mouth moved slightly into the shape of his name.

Distorted vision.

When I realized it, she was blood. She was kneeling around, reaching for the man's face.

Once Oscar returned to the generals, he looked back and looked at the men and women in the square as he put a cat on his shoulder. The man who lost his arm and the woman who desperately tries to stop the bleeding from doing so while stunned. Both Pharsus soldiers and yt are just staring at that unusual sight.

Oscar spoke to the cat on his shoulder as he snorted like it didn't even seem funny.

"Tinasha, can you hold your arms?

A thin woman's voice answers that.

"I refuse"

"Well, yeah. Then stop the bleeding."

The witch wanted to pound her tongue.

Originally, the contractor didn't intend to do it with his arms tied. But by putting an unacceptable demand first, I suppose you thought the witch would also drink if the degree of hemostasis in the demands that follow. Tinasha thought about complaining, but in the end she shut up and structured herself off the spot. Pour magic on the man to stop the bleeding and reduce the pain.

Oscar walked over to the two sides as he returned Acacia to his sheath. The Ites near the gate kill themselves and pull out their swords. The Pharsus soldiers also saw it and took a critical position.

A witch raises a chilling voice as the place is engulfed in one-touch air.

"I don't know who you are... I suggest you kill them all. I'll do whatever it takes."

Javi raised his pale face to the disturbing remarks of the black cat. Oscar grins bitterly and strokes the cat's back.

As I've learned from being with you, she's indifferent to hostility toward herself, but she has no mercy for that toward her contractors. Especially against a man who comes at the blade even when defeat is revealed, he is more ruthless than he is.

Two men and women who are confident in their power often miss enemies in their spare time, but women thoroughly slap to pick future retribution. Taking the reins of an angry witch is hard too.

"Leave me alone. Don't carry anything"

Oscar showed Javi to stop it with his jaw as he hoisted the cat upside down again behind his neck. When Ito's chief stands up with Else's hand, he spreads his remaining hand toward his companions.

"Don't. I lost the battle you offered me."

"Are you out of your mind, Javi! Can you keep pulling back?"

One voice after another from within Ito agrees. Javi raised his voice.

"I'm sorry I let you hang out with me. But I can't let everyone die in vain here. If you die, the rest of the family won't live."

The Its will be silent on the word of the chief. If you look around, all the soldiers in Falsus were watching them with swords and bows in their hands. Many of them have clearly increased their willingness to kill.

The Ites have been patrolling for a while, but eventually one man and one sword return to the sheath. When Havi saw it and relieved herself, she walked back to her people. Looking back, I stare at Else, standing up bloody beside the king.

- I don't know what to say.

The man who lost his left arm in front of her then lost his right hand this time and couldn't take her hand again.

Else stares at the man with unwilled eyes, like a threaded doll.

"If you want to go, you can do whatever you want"

To the king's words from above her head, she slowly raised her face. The appearance is as if it were empty.

"... that man killed my husband"

"I don't care either way. If you care about that man as much as you dream about it, you can go. Make your own decisions about yourself."

Else saw Havi again. The two gaze intertwined.

Emotions became thousands of bubbles and I didn't even know what I wanted to do, what I wanted, or what I thought.

Else stared at the man for a while, but eventually shook his head, turning his back on the man and disappearing into the fort.

And Havi, who dropped it off, also drew Ith after the fort.

"It's kind of refreshing."

Back in her original form, the witch took a bath, so leaking as she dried her hair on the bedside. On the side, her contractor is lying down and reading the paperwork.

"It's no use caring"

"Yes, it is."

"If this eliminates the plunder of it, it will be fine. I'll figure out how to get out if it still seems like it."

The witch stopped thinking she would sigh.

A man and himself do things differently. That's natural, and you won't have to align it. And this is his country. All I have to think about is protecting him.

Oscar glanced at Tinasha, who lay down stretched, with a glance at him.

"You're incapable of learning."

"Else won't be here anymore. I just saw you leave the fort."

Oscar laughed small. That is within expectations.

I don't know what she will do, and what the man will do next. I didn't even want to know. That's a story he doesn't know.

The same seems to be true of the witch next door, who is falling asleep somewhere. Oscar gently pulled the witch's lacquered black hair.

"Are you going to sleep like that?"

"I know your reason is sturdy."

"One of these days it's gonna hurt."

"I'm tired of being a cat all the time. There are people hanging... just let them sleep for an hour"

"... Sleep properly"

The witch relieved herself of the word, and closed her eyes softly. I start hearing little sleeping breaths.

Oscar can't stop smiling bitterly at her defenseless sleeping face. I've been missed a lot more than when I first met him, but I also feel he's in the wrong direction. But now I still feel better.

He has no idea what it's like to be attracted to the man who killed his husband.

I'm sure the witch won't even know. So this is how she can sleep.

Oscar did it with a hanging cloth when he stroked her hair.

The plunder of Ith in Pharsus never took place again this day on the border.

Then no one saw the leader of the ship's arm of Ith, nor knew the whereabouts of the woman who had disappeared from the fort.