Unnamed Memory

It burns brightly in the night.

Drops made of pure hatred are drooled by careless malice.

The soul that wished to kill - also wanted to die.

The secret white skin had a smoothness that melted in from the touched edge.

Oscar, who was crawling his fingers into the witch's hidden jaws, looks up, noticing signs of a rush outside the room though. Shortly after, the door to the room was slammed rampantly.

"What...?

Hearing an indignant noise and seeing reason return in an instant to the witch's eyes, he wanted to tongue. She tries to grab a thin arm on her toes, but as soon as she gets out of under the man like a cat, she disappears from the room all the time.

To the wickedness during not too long, Oscar turned to the door whining cursing words. When I open it, there is a razal standing outside.

"You can't complain if I kill you."

"Hey, what is it... No, Your Majesty, it's tough! Demons are in the castle...... fire is being set on fire!

"Huh!?

Oscar raised a grumpy voice that he could not comprehend.

There has never been an official record of demons attacking Falsus Castle.

The castle became noisy in a sudden raid, an unlikely event to overshadow people's common sense. If you look up at the night sky, a demon the size of a man wings and flies around the castle. There seems to be quite a few of those demons with thin human-like bodies on bright black skin, batwing, who have at times burst through windows and stretched their sharp nails to humans.

One of the female officers in the corridor escapes to the garden frenzied when she sees a soldier ripped out in front of her. Another demon descended sharply setting a goal for that girlfriend from above. Almost as a blunt glowing nail pierces the female officer, Ars rushes in between and breaks the demon, shouting out loud and giving instructions to his men.

"Solid for three or more! Don't make a blind spot! Don't go out there if you can't fight!

The sky, which should have been dark, was somehow stained bright red. Apparently, there's a fire on the back of the castle. It is a tricky move to extinguish fire while fighting demons, but if it is an extinguishing task, the magicians should be on their way.

A woman screamed near the castle gate as Ars looked around thinking so. When he turns around, the gatekeeper's soldier is waving his sword, protecting the woman squatting with a thick cloth to cover her head.

Ars pulled out his dagger in an aggressive manner. Aim for the head of the demon that strikes the gatekeeper and throw it without hesitation.

Norman, who had spent the night organizing the vault containing the documents, noticed that the fuzz was strangely loud outside. Surprisingly, I open the door to the vault with the lamp in my hand.

The sky is red.

I could see a number of demonic shadows dancing over the sky illuminated by flames.

"What!?

Did you hear a loud voice that turned up reflexively, or the demon that was flying low turned and turned toward Norman? Unexpectedly he freezes.

- We have to go inside and close the door.

That's what my head orders, but I can't move my legs. A white glowing nail approached his present as it was stiff.

For a moment I was prepared for the inevitable death.

But the demons disperse without any foretaste. It became black dust and disappeared. Norman stared at it.

"Inside. Don't come out."

When he raised his face to Rin's voice, there was a king's witch floating in the air. Dark eyes stare at the man.

Strong will and unshakeable authority. For the first time then, Norman understood that she was the queen. He nodded silently, going back to the vault, just praying to God for the castle's safety.

When the witch rose above the castle, she gave birth to one strong light in each palm.

Notice that. A few demons, coming at me with an odd voice. When she narrowed her eyes gently, she struck them out without any chanting. The two lights disperse in the air, erasing one demon after another coming towards them.

"Sen! Cal! Mira! Nil! Kunai! Come!

Five spirits appear in the air in response to the queen's life. Tinasha ordered briefly.

"Kill the demons. No exceptions. Go."

The spirits disappeared from the spot when they responded briefly to the mouth. The witch then starts chanting.

"Recognize my will as life. A convert who sleeps in the earth and walks through the sky. I rule and summon Thy waters. Understand that my life is the whole concept of emergence."

The moisture in the air gets stiff on my white right hand. She messed with the composition even more when accompanied by her left hand. Moisture also occasionally becomes countless droplets. Tinasha unleashed them, similar to fog rain, towards the barn behind the castle where the fire burned.

Doan, who was on fire extinguishing, could not forbid a rush for a fire that never showed signs of extinguishing, while magically burning the demons that occasionally struck him. Probably something magically followed. The flame is burning differently, twisting its tip like a tongue.

- - As it is, it could eventually burn away into the castle itself.

Countless droplets descended from the sky, though, as he cruised to see if the composition should all be better aligned to create enormous magic. The droplets extinguish the fire as well as keep the junction in place to seal the flame. Red fire swayed loosely within a thin membranous junction.

"Is this... Master Tinasha? Thanks."

For now, if you have a witch's line, you don't have to worry about spreading the fire.

After breathing relief, Doan began to assemble again to extinguish the fire.

Oscar, who went out into the courtyard with Granfort, was walking outside toward the castle gate, slashing away the demons that were attacking him. The evacuation in the castle gives instructions to Lazar. Now what he should do will be sweep the demons. When that number crossed twenty bodies while killing demons that would come by like featherworms, the castle gate was finally visible. I see the Ars struggling in the square in front of them.

He noticed Oscar and shouted.

Your Majesty, you're safe.

"What the hell is this..."

Blurring, he protrudes Acacia toward the demons attacking him from the sky. The demon, which was plummeting to mow the king's neck, could not be avoided as its momentum remained, and his throat was skewered.

But the winged demon falls to the ground, desperately but disappointingly grasping Acacia. As Oscar tried to pull out his sword slightly by holding its body down with his feet, the other one struck from above for a slight gap.

"Oops."

When the king avoids sharp nails to the right, he grabs the feet of a different demon with his left hand. With seemingly mild but fearful force, he threw demons on the ground. Oscar twirls the neck of the monster, beaten to the hard ground and groaned, with a pulled out acacia.

While I was doing that, Ars rushed over.

"Your Majesty"

"I'm fine."

When Oscar looked up at the sky, the number of demons was considerably lower than at the beginning. Apparently they're fighting something over the sky. Winged demons reduce their number.

Granfort gazed next to the king. Over the sky ahead of his attention, a strange red-haired girl is happily releasing magic.

"I don't know what it is. It's in the sky."

"That... is the Spirit of Tinasha"

Granfort breathed in the legendary spirit he saw for the first time.

"It's only a matter of time before he even puts out the Spirit. Ars, the wounded, please."

"Yes, sir."

Oscar once returned Acacia to the sheath, making sure there were no demons coming to the ground. Looking around, the demon's body is rolling. The magicians ran out of the castle, trying to stop the onslaught on one street. They fall into the hands of the injured one after the other.

Oscar called in several martial officers to confirm and report on the status quo. A witch appears over the sky, not unlike the king's commanded them to scatter. Tinasha slowly came down beside him.

"Tinasha, what do you say?

"The extinguishing of the fire seems complete. I followed the summoner, but he was brilliant. Excuse me."

"It's quite skillful of you to let him get away."

When Oscar laughed bitterly, the witch drowned her head feeling sorry for her.

"Anyway, it's post-processing. I'm sorry, I need your help."

"Yes."

The witch rushes out toward the seriously wounded as she goes down to the ground. Oscar breathed when he saw him afterwards.

An injured soldier near the castle gate is lifted to the other soldiers. He was accompanied worryingly by a woman with a thick cloth covering her head. As they passed right next to the king retreating into the castle, the accompanying woman gently greeted him. Oscar reached out and supported that back.

The cloth the woman was wearing falls to the ground.

Her eyes shot through Oscar.

A familiar face. - That belongs to a human who's not supposed to be here.

"You..."

In a moment, Oscar was stunned. A mild pain runs in the hand that supported the woman.

The moment I accidentally let go of my hand, it turned into a severe pain.

The woman laughs with a high voice of joy.

Ars and Tinasha looked back at the unusual laughter that resonated.

"Clara!?

The crazy woman's eyes capture the witch with a mocking grin.

Tinasha screamed when she saw the man collapsing next to him.

Due to the different nature and scale of the raid, the damage was quite minor. There are many injured but fewer than ten dead, and only the barn remains burned. This must not have been the case in castles in other countries.

But that wasn't the only real damage.

After receiving the report, Kevin rushes into his son's room. Because it was an evening event there, besides a few heavy ministers, there were only a few martial officers and magicians who were under repression.

The lord of the room lies on the bedside and does not move. On the pillow was a guardian witch sitting on both knees on the floor. A witch who takes a man's hand and closes her eyes with her back over her forehead doesn't make her as lively and slight as a doll. And that was the same for the man on the sleeping table.

Kevin peeks into his son's face as he walks over to the fearful two. That body, which had no blood, could not feel the beat of life it should have seen.

"What the hell is this..."

A witch gives a face to Kevin's voice. The dark eyes were filled with empty light.

"I'm almost stopping my body time. There was no other way to apply it..."

"Alive?

"Alive, yes, but poisonous pills are served. Move your time and you'll be dead in minutes."

To Kevin, stunned by much, Ars added. That the woman who was supposed to have been deported from the country in the previous incident was breaking into the castle with some hand, and that the woman used a needle to cross the gap in the junction and poison Oscar.

"What about that woman?

"I'm in custody. But I'm already touching it..."

"Right."

Kevin turned to the witch.

"Can you detoxify it?

The witch looked back at the former king with a crying face. This is the first time everyone has seen her face like that, and once again they recognize the seriousness of the matter.

"This poison... I took the poison needle and looked it up, but it's a famous natural fierce poison called Alkakia, and it's not magically made. Pure... just poison to kill people."

Kevin ceased to understand the meaning of the word. It's not made of magic, which means it can't be solved by magic. That is synonymous with despair in this situation.

"So you stay asleep all the time?

"I don't hold that much. It's not complete when you say you're stopping time. The poison will turn eventually."

The beautiful witch bit her lip. Blood seeps through the red lips.

Kevin couldn't say anything. Just look at my son's white face.

"Rosalia......"

From the man's mouth, now his late wife's name was zero.

Tinasha closed her eyes again. Squeeze the man's hand hard.

This hand, which was so close, I feel terribly far away now. There must have been a lot to think about, but it doesn't come together well. I can't remember.

- So at the very least, I wanted a way forward.

She looks up. Strain was created in the center of the room. The distortions associated with the magical transfer fly silently indoors at night.

The next moment, there stood a closed forest witch. The grumpy first sound echoes into the room.

"It's a terrible hobby to call Sen!

"Excuse me."

Lucrezia looked around the room to see if she felt an unusual air in the voice of an apologetic friend. I can see the same face filled with a sinking atmosphere, and finally, I can see a friend and a man sleeping on the sleeping table. Lucrezia glanced into the man's face as she walked over to the two sides.

"What is this... you're stopping time?

"Yes."

Lucrezia looked seriously at the king's face, then at the left hand of the man Tinasha was taking. His palms are spookily rotten. The witch flaunted her face.

"Alkakia?"

"Yes."

Hearing the affirmation, Lucrezia's face swells distorted. She threw up at her sitting friend.

"I can't do this. Stop the time. What are you doing?"

The words of a witch who boasts exceptional skill in magic medicine. To that cruel conclusion, a shock ran between us. They stare at the king in front of the inescapable death.

But Tinasha returned it with an emotionless voice.

"Don't make it impossible. I'll take care of it."

Lucrezia stares at her friend in frustration.

"What means do you have?"

"I'll make the serum"

Even Lucrezia for a moment was struck by the response.

- - There is no serum present in Alkakia.

For hundreds of years, it was nothing but poisonous and dark in the shadows of history.

The closed forest witch frowns.

"Huh? It's poison of instant death? How do you make it?"

"I'll make it with my body. There is a stagnation in the flow of time in my body, and a lot of magic. I think even this poison will last a whole day or so. In the meantime, we use magic to make antibodies."

Everyone in the room was surprised by the king's guardian's words and stared at the witches with their respective expressions. It creates an air that tries to live up to the slightest visible hope.

But Lucrezia opened her eyes in amazement. Beautiful looks stain with angry colors. When she inhaled heavily, she scolded Tinasha with a voice that rang all the way out of the room.

"Don't be silly!! It's not magic medicine!? Even if I could, you'd be dead! There's no way you can use magic with a lot of severe pain! If the pain disappears, the sensation in your body will be dull..."

Lucrezia's fury squeaks sharply at the air in the room. Everyone stiffened to the wrath of the witch except Tinasha. They rebut the statement and understand what it means. Everyone paled at the dangers of the bridge the king's witch was about to cross.

However, the person at the time of his being told does not seem to have enjoyed anything.

"... Isn't that why I'm asking you to do it too? And me, I'm strong for pain."

Answering pale, Tinasha raised her face. There is a strong light in my eyes that traps the abyss. Lucrezia was frightened when she saw it.

"I don't want to."

"Please…"

"I don't want to! What? You're not stupid. Crazy! Stop it, be another man."

"Please"

To Tinasha, unwilling to give way, Lucrezia once again manifested frustration. Grab a friend's shoulder with claws up. I stared at Tinasha with the rage of my amber eyes burning. The surrounding humans swallow solids.

Lucrezia opened her mouth and asked quietly.

"... that you deserve to risk your life on this man?

"Yes."

Tinasha gave a slightly troubled smile when she answered instantly.

Lucrezia looked up when she took a long, long sigh. Look around again at the humans in the room. She pointed to Sylvia and Pamira from the inside.

"You guys help me."

The two nominated rushed to Lucrezia's place when they nodded hastily. Renate and Carve raise their hands.

"Me, too, please."

"I'll help."

"No man."

They turned their eyes round after being lightly rejected. Tinasha laughs bitterly.

"It's okay. Trust me."

The king's witch touched the cheek of the man who remained asleep as she looked back at the sleeping table. When I stare at that face to love you, I gently mouth it on my forehead. When Tinasha, with her face up, looked to the side, the crystal she had given earlier shined in the same color as his eyes, which now would not open.

Returning to his room, Tinasha took off her clothes and went completely naked. Keep the chair in the center of the room and sit back. Lucrezia stretched a pattern to create a magical place on the surrounding floor. Sylvia and Pamira stand beside each of them.

Lucrezia, finished with the tattoo, stood in front of Tinasha with a bottle containing an alkaline needle in her hand. I look at her white body and frown.

"What is this?"

pointing to the red mole on the neck muscle, Lucrezia asked obliquely.

"To?"

Even if they say so, he doesn't look blind in person. Just lean your neck left or right in surprise.

Lucrezia sees her friend with a frightened eye.

"Well good......"

"Ha..."

Tinasha chanted briefly. Secure your body to the chair so that it doesn't move even in pain. When it was over, she looked up at Lucrezia.

"If I die, please treat me."

"Okay."

"Then erase my memory from that man"

"I refuse. If you die, he'll carry you for the rest of his life."

Tinasha grinned bitterly at the chilling words. Lay down your long eyelashes and think.

I wondered why he was still alive.

I wonder why he won't die.

But I'm not looking for a place to die. I don't ask him for a reason to die.

That's why I'm fine.

Never dies.

Tinasha exhaled deeply.

The illusion of losing sound. Consciousness is sharpened.

Even when I was relative to Ranak, I was.

I'm sure I'm strong in places like this.

I'm not lost anymore.

I was confident I wouldn't get lost.

"Please"

Tinasha smiled and told him in a clear voice.

Reaching out won't reach you right away.

So reduce the distance by half.

The next half.

Slowly, but intensely scorched, it slowly approaches. Keep the distance that never goes away as close as possible to nothing.

Sad for the distance you never interact with, whether you seek it or not - people might call it, love.

When I woke up, there were strangely many people in my room, staring at him.

Oscar holds his forehead in surprise at it. My left hand hurt slightly as I tried to wake up my body. But when I looked at my palms in surprise, there were no scratches or marks.

Lazar rushed over to support his body.

"Your Majesty, please don't push me"

"What the hell. What's the matter with you?"

"You were asleep sick. We were all worried."

That's what they say. He looks around the room. Many faces I knew to corroborate Lazar's words looked worried about him. Oscar frowns when he realizes that Sylvia, who was closest to the entrance, has cried bright red eyes.

"Was it that bad? I don't remember..."

As I say, he checks everyone's faces.

- I don't know, I felt like there was no one nearest me. But I don't know who that is.

"Thank you. You're not clear."

"You just woke up."

Something is smoking in my consciousness that I can't remember a dream I should have been clearly dreaming about. Oscar shook his head gently but was unlikely to recover his zero memory. Lazar kneels on the floor and peeks into him.

"Do you want to have something to eat? Or would you like to take some more time off?"

"Well... I have a job to do."

"Master Kevin did."

"My father? That's unusual."

What the hell kind of illness did I have? I can't remember anything at all before I fell asleep. Oscar twisted his neck many times.

"Then go to sleep some more...... bad"

"Do so. Everyone will leave... call me if anything happens."

"Oh."

When he was alone in the room, Oscar lay down again. While trying to sleep, I get anxious because I feel like I've lost something terribly important for some reason. When he hit the back of his head, he looked to the side, and a crystal ball was placed on the table by the sleeping table. It is wonderfully blue stained inside to see what it is used for.

Oscar took it when he lay low. If you narrow your eyes and peek in, a bright night sky is trapped inside the crystal sphere.

Clear blue. It's the same color sky as his eyes.

It's a souvenir.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful voice of the woman echoed behind her brain.

A voice that shouldn't be remembered. But my chest hurts.

- Wasn't this a voice you should not forget?

There should only be one woman in the world. She was probably the one who shouldn't let go.

"............... this"

A void that is at some point born.

He explores into himself the shadow of a human being who must never be lost.

I just call the name I can't remember at the bottom of my consciousness.

Time to keep looking for covered hidden fragments. It didn't take that long until he got what he wanted. Oscar, who was holding his breath and concentrating, blurred and regained her appearance, then her name.

When he handed over all the sealed memories that way - but he was flabbergasted to understand the anomaly of things.

Oscar, who walked out of the room and stood alone where the Witch's private room should be, noticed that there was a bond at that door that did not belong to the Lord of the room. Invisible magic is applied to the door so that the mere wall can be seen.

Why is it being imitated like hiding a door? Shaking off thoughts that tend to lean toward imaginations, if anything, like nightmares, Oscar was relative to the kingdom. Acacia, effective in breaking the bond, has been left in her own room. But it was a waste of time to go back and get it.

He gazes at the precisely assembled configuration. I reached directly for the point.

- I can solve this.

Such a strange certainty pushes his back. Oscar tried to break the line with his own fingers.

But just before his fingers touched the composition, the junction swept away. A door appears on the wall. As Oscar gently pressed it into the room, a closed forest witch stared at him in a grumpy armband.

"What are you doing when I even remembered the corner so that it wouldn't come like this? And I can't believe you're trying to touch the world. Weigh yourself."

"What about Tinasha?

Lucrezia sighed at his hearing. Show the back of the room with your jaw.

On the sleeping table there, his witch lay without being slightly mobile.

Oscar realizes he is nervous as he walks toward his bedroom.

I'm afraid to ask. Afraid to see. But you have to be sure.

He peered into the woman's face as he stood on his pillow. Her skin, which is usually white, is now so blue that it doesn't make her feel bloody. Oscar reaches out in horror and touches its cheeks. Smooth skin was slightly cold.

"Is he alive?

"I wouldn't leave you here if you were dead."

The man is so relieved that he is likely to collapse into the words of the thrown away Lucrezia.

The closed forest witch continued to look even more grumpy.

"Mostly, I recommended it to calm down when a man could do it, but it's getting worse. Why are you wandering in the abyss of death? There's so much you don't look at yourself. He said he didn't have a good taste. It's unpleasant."

"Sorry."

Oscar apologized without taking his eyes off Tinasha.

- My sweetness is what I should bear.

That's why I helped Clara. I didn't want the witch to carry the death.

But the sweetness eventually turned around and involved the witch. Everything that is not is in itself.

Oscar combed his dark hair, which was a little dull in luster.

This is the third time I have stood next to her lying down.

The first time is after the battle against the Warcraft.

The second time after the war over Magic Lake.

Oscar waited for her to wake up with some anxiety at all times. Undefeated is the strongest, but he always wanted to protect herself, the woman who crosses the dangerous bridge behind her.

But this time it is this lapse.

I don't know exactly what happened, but it was also easy to see from Lucrezia's attitude that this condition of hers was caused by herself.

I can get my remorse into Oscar's chest bitterly. He touched her skin to be sure. Slip your fingers around your thin, white neck - but notice something strange.

Smooth skin has changed color slightly brown from right in front of it hidden in a white cloth.

Oscar toured a little, but hung his hand on the cloth.

A voice of restraint flies from behind.

"Stop it."

"Concerned"

"There's no way there's a woman who wants to be seen like that. Stop."

"But this... is the wound I put on it, isn't it?

Lucrezia did not answer. Considering it an acceptance, Oscar pulls the cloth.

Her body under the cloth was naked with nothing to wrap around. Oscar breathes unexpectedly.

It wasn't her limbs that caught my eye. It is rotten and swollen covering its entire body. Glossy white skin discolored without a shadow to see, rough and elaborate everywhere, skin was torn.

You look like you've been badly burned. Look at the cripple. He just can't say anything. Lucrezia's bitter voice echoed.

"I turned Arcakia all over my body. It's stranger you didn't die. It was supposed to be a crazy pain, but it was chanting right to the end."

"... healing?

"I'll heal you when the magic is a little more stable. Not now. The recoil that condensed the serum in your body is messing up your magic."

Relieved by the witch's explanation, Oscar softly touches his rotten chest.

The rough feeling is painful.

But I loved it without a metaphor.

My chest is hot.

There's a fever there that makes me want to cry out.

If I put it in my mouth, Lucrezia would beat me up. Bad taste. I know.

But he felt like a sign of obsession from her, which he always wanted, and at the same time he felt the regret of wanting to teeth and the blinding fullness.