Unnamed Memory

Falsus is a country with a mild climate all year round, but some relatively cool seasons also last two or three months a year. That day was still early in those seasons, but it has been a particularly cool day in the last few days.

The king, who was working in the office, stops his hand signing the paperwork, realizing the beautiful singing he hears from nowhere. The faintly audible woman's voice belongs to his guardian. Lazar, who was packing the paperwork, also notices the singing and gives him a face.

"Dear Tinasha, right? It's rare to sing a song."

"I wonder what"

Oscar, who returned to work, noticed that five minutes later, once he had left, Lazar had come in with a large quantity of sugar sweets. Pointing to a white plate with sweets on it in surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"No, I missed Pamira on the way... she gave me this when we talked about the song"

"I don't know what that means... is he doing something again"

That's not about Pamira, it's about the witch she serves. Lazar, all surprised, somehow placed a plate of sugar confectionery on the butler's desk.

And enough later, the plate was empty.

"This is how you put it."

Tinasha, finished singing, smiled bitterly and saw Ars and Mereditna. There were the usual magician faces in the bickering room, but in addition there are two people coming who are martial arts officers. They were brought here as experimental benches, so to speak.

The magicians stare at them flashly, but they don't know why they are seen with such eyes. I'm unconscious.

Ars put his mouth on a cup of tea with so much sugar that it wouldn't melt off. Renate turns away disgusting.

"Chest injury just watching..."

"You haven't noticed."

"Wow this"

The witch moistened her throat when she took her own tea without sugar. Breathe and stretch before starting the lecture again.

"But the curse can't put much of an effect on it. Because the curse and the basics are the same. The more large the number, the less effective it will be, and the harder it will be for magicians."

Doan opened his mouth with interest.

"How far can you manipulate people if it's a possibility?

"Um, it depends on the magic, but you can manipulate it if you're in the mood and if it's easy to act. It's different if that kind of hope is originally in consciousness to make others or yourself act in a way that directly does harm, but it's difficult if you don't. Is it somewhat of a strength where you can let it do it spontaneously and you're unconscious? The surgeon will not be confused."

When everyone looks at Ars, he is spooning and putting the remaining melting sugar in his mouth at the bottom of the cup. Sylvia looked at it pitifully.

"Can't you solve it...?

"You can solve it if you make it so you can solve it. You're most annoying if you're unconscious. Sometimes there are singers like that. Well, the magic of these people isn't a big deal, so either it will go away naturally, or you can erase the magic in your body and it will be fixed."

Carve replaces Nodding Sylvia.

"What if a powerful magician consciously calls you?

"That's pretty hard"

When the witch took a small sigh, she twisted her neck two or three times.

"A well-structured curse can also be tricky to de-curse. But, right? Cursing as a fundamental problem and just magic doesn't work unless you sing well. Because we need to focus our listeners on the song. If properly asked, the composition doesn't go in properly either. So when it comes to combining that with an operator, the conditions are pretty tight."

"I see."

The magicians nodded, except for Ars and Meredith. There is no such thing as a person who can sing a spell, so it's a good study. There have also been a number of cases in the past where the record seems to be caused by a curse, but there have been no new cases in the last three hundred years or so.

I understand that Meredith is talking about a song, but I didn't understand it. Remove the squared sugar from the sugar candle and stir it up. The magicians paid attention to it again. That's right, the witch frowns.

"For now it's time to figure out why it seems bad for your body..."

"Tinasha!"

She shrugged her neck reflexively as she was called by a man's voice from the entrance. There is only one person in this castle who calls her away. In horrific retrospect, her contractor stood in a grumpy face.

"Hey, what..."

"You, I would have done something with that song earlier"

"Did you hear that!?

"of, so I inserted sweets, was it a bad idea..."

The witch was unexpectedly stunned by Pamira's troubled words.

"That's pretty disgusting, man."

"Excuse me......"

The three de-cursed, Tinasha bowed her head.

Ars and others are roaring at their desks. I hear heartburn came later. Oscar contained dark, brewed tea in his mouth. I feel sick in my stomach because I have rarely eaten a lot of confectionery or anything like that. Meredith wasn't so bad at sweets originally, so she shut up and drank tea without sugar.

"What would you do if the others were listening?"

"I try to solve it in about thirty minutes... it hurts!

Oscar looked around at the other magicians as he tightened up the witch's temples. They all look naughty.

"You don't do a lot of things if you think you're singing once in a while."

"Ugh."

Oscar likes her songs a lot, but she rarely actually sings them. I've heard enough of it so far with my fingers on both hands, but there was still a mix of magical songs in it. He recalls a case of a song calling death the other day.

"If you're good, you can manipulate it to some extent without magic, right?

"The song would be nice, right? It's rare, actually."

"You're a good singer for nothing, too."

"I used to live as a singer."

Everyone was surprised by the unexpected background of the witch. She lives in the royal palace as the next queen candidate until thirteen, after which she has become a witch. Oscar realized, speaking of which, that he did not know since when she had become a witch living in the tower. The witch laughs bitterly as to whether the question was conveyed with her gaze.

"I did a lot of things in the first hundred years of being a witch. I didn't know how to live alone. But I hated humans at the time, so I didn't have to talk much."

"So that's the song"

"I also did something like an adventurer right out of the country. Although I learned the sword a little later. I'll do whatever it takes."

From her now smiling calmly, I can't imagine anything like when she hated humans. Given how I just became a witch, it could have been inevitable that I did.

When she grew up in the royal palace since she was a baby, she suddenly lost everything and was thrown out by one person in the world. How have you ever lived from that situation? Thinking of four hundred years of hard work, Oscar just stroked her head. The witch closes her eyes looking good.

I don't think I can understand everything about her years. If that's what you think, then you'd be proud of it.

Still, she walked her way and is here now.

When they realized that they had become soaked together, the witch waved hastily to dispel the sinking atmosphere.

"No, I don't think it's what we all imagine. It was pretty rough."

"You were rambling."

"Well... yes..."

Tinasha nodded with a subtle smile.

A witch is known as a casually catastrophic being, but Tinasha doesn't really fit that impression today. Oscar was a little concerned about what kind of witch she used to be.

"You used to play a spell anyway."

…………

"Are you sure you've been calling?"

"No... well..."

Pretty bad tooth cut. Drinking tea in the same spotlight, the witch held her temples on her cheeks. There is a deep wrinkle between the brows.

"To tell the truth, right? Most of the incidents caused by the curse that have been on record since the demise of Trudar are my fault. So you can assume that the case is the limit of the curse."

"... to?

Everyone flashed. That's right, Oscar can't even say anything.

Speaking of documented incidents, all the residents suddenly moved to thoughtful places in Gandona and the city was gone, as well as cases of giant armed robbers in Farsas suddenly starting a fierce peer-to-peer argument while preparing for the raid, are all too puzzling and unclear.

However, it was assumed that it was a case of a curse because the only thing common to the human being who was there at the time was the testimony that "I heard a woman sing".

The witch, who revealed herself to be those culprits, drank tea decidedly and badly. Oscar looks at her with a frightened eye.

"What are you doing..."

"I was young at the time"

Tinasha concluded forcefully, breaking off the subject.

"I want to kill..."

The thin woman's voice bore a lava-like hatred that slept in the earth. Hate burns down the spirit and waits for the time to go outside as it simmers.

"I want to kill those two..."

The Lord of the room answered the curse. It sounds like a boring woman's voice.

"I can't. The mightiest witch and the Acacia that it protects. It's the most powerful pair on the continent right now."

The cursed Lord bites his lips at that allegation.

"Still, I want to kill you."

"Isn't it your fault? You risked a man's life."

"I want to kill..."

I won't stop cursing. Nothing reaches the earliest crazy woman's ear.

The lord of the room had heard it silently for a while, but when he snorted his nose small, he laughed with a voice that he enjoyed for the first time.

"- Then I'll show you how to do it"

Those who were gathered in the conference room that day are several civilians, beginning with Nesan, the Interior Minister, and Kum, the magician. They had compiled documents for storage about this year's report sent by all the cities in Farsas.

Though he pinched his reign this year, Oscar has had his hands on most of the king's affairs since before his reign, so his internal affairs have moved without particular inconvenience. When they finished the classification by stringing the wrapped documents together, the clerks took a breath.

The year will change next month. There were some incidents, but they only got a little light-hearted in a year that was about to end well. Grab the paperwork and walk out the hallway to the vault.

"If I can take over, I'll have nothing to worry about."

Nesan and Kum laughed bitterly at the words of one civilian who was casually divulged. It took fifteen years to be able to hear this kind of hope without resistance. It is still another witch who broke that curse in the Pharsus royal family, where the witch's curse had made his succession impossible. But there were only a few people in the castle who knew this fact.

"Even Lord Tinasha would be quick if he cared."

"You could be the most beautiful queen in history."

A light mouth is slapped with laughter. But one of the clerks blocked it in a grumpy manner. It is Norman in charge of finance.

"But a witch. I don't agree. There are other candidates."

"Sure, the witch is a witch... but she's the Queen of Trudar"

"What is a country so doomed? There's so much ugliness in how the country has perished and survived for 400 years."

"It's..."

Kum wondered if he should complain about Norman's opinion. Cum of course knows why she has lived as a witch for four hundred years. Many of us know why, but none of us know it because it's not like a hustle and bustle. But I didn't know if Norman would favor witches for teaching them that.

Witches are repellent on the continent. That perception, which lasts hundreds of years, is not something that can be easily changed. Considering in seconds that far, Kum noticed someone standing in the shadow of a pillar in the hallway that meets next to him. She stood her finger in front of her lips and asked her to shut up, smiling badly as she and Kum gazed. Next to it, a magician woman serving her stared at the line with angry eyes.

When Cum stopped despite her hopes, Nessan, who was next door, noticed her and said, "Ah......" The line, which stopped suspiciously with its whining, found out that the witch we had been talking about earlier had their story in her ear.

Only Norman turns to the witch as perseverance as most of the civilian stares at her with an awkward pale face.

"Hey, Norman."

Nesan scolded him. But the witch herself waves to stop it.

"I don't mind you being used to saying that. Never mind."

"But..."

Norman came forward pushing the confused Nesan.

"You seem to have a good sense that you are an obscene witch."

"Let me tell you...!

"Pamira, calm down"

A witch gently slaps Pamira on the shoulder with a bitter laugh. Tinasha stepped forward as she lowered her.

"From me, I appreciate you abhorring witches like this one. A witch is still, dangerous, a disaster. Because individuals own too much power...... I don't want you to forget that by getting to know me."

No one on the spot, starting with Norman, could say anything to words filled with self-derision.

It's already been over nine months since Tinasha came to the castle. In the meantime she did start guarding the king and was helping me with various things, but there are also many problems with standing in the vortex of the war in Kuskur. And most importantly, some witches, even if she herself is in favor of Falsus, are not.

- I mean, like The Silent Witch, who cursed the royal family.

Tinasha warns you not to forget that. Witches are an unusual threat.

Kum noticed himself forgetting about it until he was pointed out and bowed his head toward her. Tinasha laughs like a blooming flower under the moon, accompanied by Pamira to follow the spot.

That's how I dropped them off. In one of them, only Norman was pouring his hostile gaze on the witch's back.

"I want to rip your rude mouth off!

"Well, well."

Tinasha excused Pamira, whose anger was about to erupt into hot air.

Honestly, I don't know how to feel about that. But it must have been intolerable for Pamira, who had the witch as her queen and her husband.

"I agree with him."

"Don't say it yourself!

It's a great sword screen. It's not going to be quite quiet. Now the witch shrugged her shoulder wondering what was going on.

Looking up at the sky from the corridor facing the garden, it is evening that it is time for the sun to begin to set. Tinasha came up with a good thing and slapped her hand.

"Pamira, let's go for a walk"

"Huh?"

Soon after I gave a proper reply, the two floated into the universe. It's not like Pamira's flying herself. The witch is exercising her magic.

With the amazing Pamira with her, she rose toward the sky with a grunt.

"Look, look, even in the view, calm down"

Tinasha sat with her feet in the air, to put it mildly.

Far beneath my eyes I see the castle of Falsus. Capturing a spacious view, Pamira just couldn't help but limp. Even though she can fly, she has never been this far up the air. I don't feel the skin chill at an altitude that is likely to reach the clouds as well, probably because Tinasha is tying the line.

Pamira took a deep breath three times to calm down. I laugh bitterly when I realize that fear is fading and that anger is vanishing at the same time. Looking at the western sky, it had already started to stain thin red. The colour of the sky that leads from there to the deep blue is unparalleled and beautiful, making Pamira just a little sad.

"Master Tinasha is forgiving."

"That's not true. I just don't think we should forget the objective impression."

The witch smiled like a girl. A clear and crisp smile gives her the illusion that her presence is illusory.

Tinasha stared at the horizon to the west as she raised her nibbly dark hair. In that direction was her tower, and further afield was her former homeland.

But even if I close my eyes, I can't remember much more about my childhood in that castle. It was anointed with the last intense memory and worn out again in the years.

I must have died there once myself - yes, she thinks. And he lived four hundred years in the delusion of the dead. That's why now, losing the purpose we've been after, she doesn't know what to do now.

"... why are you still alive..."

"What are you talking about!

When Pamira drank it, Tinasha trembled all over her body. At some point they were saying what they were thinking. Tinasha looked up at Pamira's face, wondering if she had pissed her off again, and was surprised to notice that she looked like she was about to cry out.

Tinasha gets up in a hurry.

"Don't say stupid......"

"Oh, sorry"

"If you want to die, please marry and give birth before you die as a person. Otherwise I hate it!

"Such an unscrupulous..."

Before her troubled husband, Pamira burst into tears that seemed to fall zero.

He was supposed to live a lifetime of freedom as the queen of a magical power. Yet why live in such a way as to diminish your soul and try to end it as it is? Pamira sincerely hoped that she would take care of herself more.

"Be properly happy...... it's a favor from me"

"Pamira......"

The witch stretched out her thin arm as she swallowed her sigh and embraced Pamira. Whisper in that ear.

"I'm happy enough. Thanks."

Beautiful voice to stain. That's kindness I know sadness.

Pamira nods in her warm arms. I took control of my spirit and calmed down. No more tears. It's all right.

The witch unwrapped her arms and laughed calmly when she saw Pamira.

The sun is completely set, only blushing red during the horizon.

The sky is stained with bright blue. It was not dark or bright, but the color of the sky as it was. I even remember the illusion that if I reached out, I was going to reach heaven. Pamira took an unexpected sigh of admiration.

Tinasha, who sees it, laughs at it all the time, spreads her hands and begins to assemble her composition. I called in as many crystal spheres as my palms in my white hands.

"What do you do?

"Copy colors"

Glimmering his pranky eyes, the witch poured the composition she had created into the crystal. As I look at it, the view of the sky expanding over my head is photographed into the crystal. Thirty seconds later, it became a crystal sphere that trapped the world where the sun had just set.

Tinasha peeks in when she picks the sphere with her fingers. I felt like I could see a little star in the bright night sky. Give that to Pamira.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll give it to you."

"Oh, that's good."

Pamira waved her hands in front of her body and solidified. I don't feel like I have anything that I can make so trivially. The truth is, she wanted to be supportive of it, not consoled by her husband. If it were my husband's contractor, not myself, who is here, could this loner witch be more than ever?

Pamira grinned, hiding her smoking sentiments, pointing to the crystal.

"How about a souvenir?"

Knowing who the souvenir is to, the witch tilts her neck. I mean her contractor with eyes the same color as this sky. Tinasha nodded small and knocked the crystal into the sky.

I remember the first time I met him. Then do what you've been doing.

I've been taken care of very much.

Like a child.

Like just a woman.

I've never even heard of a contractor who protects his guardian. I was afraid I'd take that for granted.

The witch stared at the crystal, poking and

"I wonder if it's been a long year..."

and groaned.

Oscar, dressed in his room after work, laughed small when he noticed that the window on the patio had been tapped. When I reply, his witch comes in.

Looking back and looking at her, Oscar realized that her condition was different from usual. I can't tell you exactly what's different, but it looks slightly shaky.

"What's wrong with you?

When I heard, she twisted her neck strangely.

"It's a souvenir. Here."

A small white hand offers something. I received it, and Oscar rolled it in his hand to make sure.

It looks like a crystal sphere, but there's a view inside. The sky of the same colour as the colour of his eyes was spread over the sphere. To be sure, Oscar peeks in with a ball slightly above his eyes. The witch's voice supplemented.

"It's just an ornament, because today's sky was beautiful"

"You made it!

"Yes."

When Oscar put the crystal in his hand as he loved it, he placed it on a small table next to his sleeping table. Tinasha sits shallow and hips next to him sitting straight on the sleeping table. He inquired as he pulled the witch's hair at hand.

"Is something wrong?

"Eh, there's nothing. Why not?"

"It looks a little shriveled"

"I'm fine."

Smiling, Tinasha stared at the man next door.

- I think he's a strong man.

Strong, even in battle, of course, but not in that sense. I'm confident in myself and I'm not lost. Until a while ago, she thought she was that kind of person herself.

Oscar notices her gaze and gives her a face. Dark eyes had a more unreliable light than usual. He lets his hands touch his white ceramic cheeks.

I tried to say something, but I ended up stopping putting it in my mouth. Face instead. The witch, who closed her eyes and received her mouth, blushed a little when she let go of her face.

"Don't do too much of this..."

"Think about it"

The man replied without even concealing his intention not to expose himself.

Tinasha looks up and stretches her arms up.

"Hey, I'm worried..."

"What?"

"A lot... about life"

Oscar got the general idea in that reply.

She was originally a witch for a purpose. And its purpose is no longer there. The freedom finally gained highlights her loneliness and leads her astray.

"I think you should marry me."

"Don't"

"Strong......"

When I look at the witch, she has her eyes covered with her own arms. The luxurious body appeared unstable and fine.

"You can marry me and stop being a witch"

"Yeah? How do you stop?"

"You just have to grow old the way you used to."

Tinasha lowered her arms and looked back at him with both dark eyes.

Apart from marriage, I've thought several times about putting back the growth I'm stalling. Her physical age is now approximately nineteen. When the guardianship is over, put this stalemate back and pull off the tower, too, and spend the rest of your life not seeing anyone. I was wondering if that was a good end.

"How many decades left? Enough. Give it to me."

Tinasha nearly laughed at the contractor, who said it in earnest.

I'd say which one is the strong one.

"You really have a strange taste in women."

"I'm bored. She's my precious woman. Don't complain."

Oscar frowned and said so, mouthing Tinasha again.

She laughs bitterly with her eyes closed.

"It's too soon to forget what I just said."

"I just said I'd think about it. If you don't like it, just say no."

The man's words don't sound good.

The witch slowly opened her eyes. Long eyelashes tremble. Before I thought about it, nature and words were zero.

"I don't know... some say I'm used to it. - I knew you were special."

That was an honest word, but when I said it, it fell strangely on me.

She admits so much that this stubborn man is special to herself. Soon, that's what happened. Whoever asks will probably answer the same thing.

I looked up at him with my eyes lying down, and the man looked surprised. The witch tilts her neck. I don't know why they give me that look. She touched the man's face with her thin fingers.

"What's wrong?

"No..."

He did not answer any further.

Extend your arms and capture the witch's body into your own arms. I dropped my mouth on the witch's, forehead, cheek and lips looking up at him with an unusual look.

Share the temperature from where it was touched.

Contact the soul that separates your skin.

Being a different person was sad and loving.

Tinasha was a little surprised to be embraced, but relieved by its warmth. His temperature is transmitted as it creeps into his lost mind.

Spoiled, I thought.

Even if you don't want to drown in it.

The gentle warmth gradually sank into the depths of his body, and there he had heat. The fever slowly gushes up that paralyzes the mind.

The mouthpiece touches her ears, neck muscles and chest.

If you get out of your mind, you're going to fall.

She uttered a trembling exhale.

"Oscar... no"

"Why?"

The man asks back without raising his face.

She didn't know if the areas touched were feverishly spread all over her body and properly supported her own body.

Put your weight in a man's arm. He lay the body on the bunk. The witch reaches out to touch the blue eyes that look down at her.

"Why... why?

"Think for yourself"

That's an uninteresting reply. But that was true.

She has to think for herself.

That's not outside. It is within herself.

I didn't want to love someone.

I didn't even want to hate you.

I felt weak if I stepped in.

I felt like I couldn't live.

- You have to think about it.

She reaches for something. My fingertips touched the man's hair.

- - If you don't think about it...

But his touching fingers and lips take away the thought he tries to form. Swallow by heat, falling off.

- Not yet...

She shook her head weakly.

Nothing has been said yet.

I haven't grabbed anything.

Distracting.

Without knowing, I felt I would entrust everything to you.