Unnamed Memory

You didn't disappear completely.

Lucrezia sighed as she looked down at Tinasha's back as she stood in a soggy bath with white stone floors spread out.

Near Tinasha's waist, who is sitting in a chair washing her hair, there is still as much brown mole as the child's palm, as she was told. After Tinasha's magic recovered and woke up, the two witches healed the nail marks that Alkakia left on her skin. But even after the healing of his whole body, only that part of his back remained an indelible mole.

Lucrezia frowned at the stain left on her bright white skin.

"I'll make you some magic liquid that'll fade your mole later"

"I don't mind. It's an invisible position. Thank you."

"Take good care of it!... Well, that would be a good pill for a guy who sees it."

"Why are you looking at this? I wouldn't even look at it myself."

…………

Lucrezia took a small sigh. Return your heels and go down into the tub.

It's not the bathroom in Tinasha's own room that has the two of them, it's the big bath in the corner of Falsas Castle. Made of ceramic magnets and smooth stones, it was spacious and full of hot air, and the tub was large enough to be able to swim. There are only two witches now in the bathroom that would otherwise only be used by royalty.

Lucrezia looked at her friend in the washroom as she played with her hands making bubbles in the tub. Tinasha combs her long dark hair from earlier. Lucrezia spoke lightly to a friend obsessed with the task.

"When I'm dating you, it's amazing this year."

"Thank you," said the Blue Moon Witch, laughing only at her lips.

Lucrezia went straight back to her forest when she got out of the bath. Tinasha, who broke up with her friend, transfers to her room. When I sat in front of the mirror table, I began to dry my hair. You realize she's back, Pamira comes in and helps you with that.

"Dear Tinasha, Your Majesty would like to see you if I could help you."

"Okay."

Tinasha regained consciousness that she was about to fall asleep. After waking up from a coma, I'm face-to-face with Oscar once, but Lucrezia is absolutely at rest then! I threw him out as soon as I said. This may be the first time since I woke up to take proper time.

"What would you like to summon? Lucrezia gave me a lot of clothes."

"It's hard to wear that pervert's clothes of choice."

Tinasha flashed her shoulders at Pamira, who grinned bitterly. The fact that Lucrezia deliberately gave away clothes would be a tenfold harassment purpose. Probably even prepared clothes that give off your skin oddly.

When Pamira chose a white silk dress for her husband, she tailored it accordingly. My husband's long dark hair is carefully combed and one large flower decoration with dress and cloth is applied next to his left ear. A little pale cheeks and lips were lightly makeup to make up for the blood.

The witch is still stuck in her body, so she stays.

Tinasha moved in front of the office when she was ready. Knock on the door, go inside.

Inside, besides the master of the room, there were Kum and several other civilians. They breathe in the figure of a beautiful witch in a white dress. The king raised his eyebrows lightly.

"What are you waiting for? I could have gone."

"I've been transferring, so it's just a minute. Am I interrupting?

I don't mind.

Oscar summoned a witch at his invitation. I come next door. I hold her body up on my lap. He mouthed it on his forehead, making sure his white skin was healing.

Seeing the king touching the witch like he was dealing with broken goods, the civilians in the room looked at each other to see if they should take their seats off. Kum urged it with a bitter smile. When it's just the two of us, the witch asks the contractor like she's in trouble.

"I knew you were interrupting my work."

"Nothing good. Take it off a little later than that."

"Why?"

"I want to see if it's healing properly"

"It's healing!

Tinasha tightened the man's temples as he made his fists with his little hands.

But I wonder if he doesn't hurt.

"It won't decrease, it'll be fine."

"I feel less"

When the witch returns it neatly, she magically floats into the universe escaping a man's hand.

Oscar became suspicious in that usual, overly correct reply. I didn't even think I needed to check, but I still decided to check.

"You, what do you think of me?"

To the classic question, the witch gave a strange face, to which she replied softly.

"Contractor"

Oscar stuck himself at his desk.

I expected about half of it, but still quite tired when I actually hear it. I kind of want to laugh through tiredness.

Tinasha looks down at the man who laughed as he lay on his desk with his suspicious eyes. She lowered her floating height and combed the man's hair with her fingers.

"And it matters."

"Right."

Oscar laughed even more.

The witch frowns. Is it even strange because of the after-effects of the poison? Sometimes I've been thinking about it, but I'm not sure about this guy's laughing standards.

"What is it..."

"No... you think about it a little bit more, huh?

- Funny, the witch frowned at the contractor who looked up.

I think I had something to think about if you ask me. It seemed very important at that time, but I forgot because I was bulky and I slept for three days. With memories of when and what she was going to think, the witch leaves the room leaving him to go back to work.

When the witch visited the discourse room, there were Ars and Meredith in addition to the usual magicians. It seems that Pamira, who had come to the colloquium earlier, called out to the two people who wanted to see Tinasha. When Tinasha got to the chair in awe with the same welcome, she drank the tea Pamira had brewed for her. The first topic that came up was about the poison in question.

"Because the alcakian serum has been created by the injury merit...... You're asking Lucrezia to analyze it, so you've been able to deal with that poison. Still, it's only a few minutes until death, so it's really hard to deal with."

"But without countermeasures, it's very different."

Carve theorizes forcefully with excited eyes. Alkakia is difficult to obtain, but the lack of a way to deal with it has been the biggest problem ever. If the presence of serum is revealed, it may no longer be used in the future.

Ars uttered what he had always cared about.

"Speaking of which, who is the mastermind after all? You summoned all the demons, you put Clara in the castle, you gave her the poison needle, right? I don't think it's a big deal, but I'm guessing it's more than one."

"I have no idea. Did Clara say anything?

"Not at all. It won't be a conversation"

The woman of the executioner who hurt the king in this case has already gone mad. It would be only a matter of time before we could get any information and be executed. Even though it was once a life saved by the king, it ended up being lost. Thinking about it makes Tinasha feel complicated.

It's just that it's also the result of Clara choosing her own way of life, and she didn't think Oscar needed to change his ways about this again. It is my fallacy that failed to protect him. It's impossible because giving him the precision of the junction by the time he just plays something like a needle makes everyday life difficult, but still he shouldn't have left next to him in a place like that. I regret that, and I am sincerely glad that it has not been irrevocable.

Tinasha remembered her earlier in the office as she shared her thoughts on the incident and the topic moved on to a chat.

"- So I don't know why they laugh."

After talking the whole street, so close and look around, they all look indescribable. Doan and others would lay on the table and laugh out, just like Oscar, and Pamira had her head as if she had a headache. "Your hilarious Majesty is amazing..." Carve leaks.

Ars asked with his head on.

"Miss Tinasha, are you unconscious?

"What is it"

…………

- I don't have any medicine to put on this.

Lennart opened his mouth when almost everyone sighed so.

"Dear Tinasha, as His Majesty said, think more properly"

To the serious subordinate advice, the witch frowns bewildered.

"And I can't remember what to think even when they say it..."

"For example, did the previous contractors do the same thing this time?

Tinasha tilted her neck to the question she kept standing. I think of some faces.

"Uh-huh. Depending on the circumstances, you may have, but you're angry."

"Your Majesty must be special, isn't he?

"Maybe...... yeah, that's right"

- I kind of got a kid-like reply.

Tinasha got an awkward look, but the other humans, some seem amused and some look worried about the interaction between the two.

Lennart threw a step ahead of him in his conclusion.

"Why is it special?

"Hey, why not... attachment?

Everyone weakens. It brilliantly went back to shaking it out. Maybe this has to take another hundred years or so.

But still, Renate didn't break. Make a decisive point.

"Isn't Lord Tinasha more affectionate to His Majesty as a man than a contractor?

"- What?"

Blanks come to the venue.

Nobody says anything.

The witch in the center is stunned.

Now, as we watched together as to what to do, Tinasha suddenly started strangling Ars, who was lying next to her when she stood up.

"Really!?

"I hope you don't ask me... and then stop strangling me"

There is no substitute for the painful, albeit powerless, hand of hers. Tinasha let go of the hand he put on his neck, grabbing both shoulders of Ars and rocking him.

"I'm over 400 years old for the difference in years!

"I don't think you should worry about the difference in years..."

The witch's magic leaks and the window vitreous makes a pimply noise. Doan, with the window on his back, shrugged his neck.

- How can you be so unconscious that you can risk your life for him without hesitation again when all that openly spoken up.

Four hundred years seems to take away all sorts of things from people, and I thought without putting them in my mouth. Each of the magicians sneaks a line in preparation for the storm.

The witch stood stunned.

"Wow, me?

A magical wind starts blowing inside the room. Carve hastily gathered the documents that had been spread out on his desk. Doan can keep Ars and Mereditna within his own boundaries.

A gradually stronger wind shook up the witch's hair. But its source is so perplexing that it doesn't notice the wind.

It was in the vortex of the storm and the witch shrugged.

"I didn't think I had that kind of emotion..."

"I don't think so......"

Sylvia pinches her fearful mouth. The witch looked around at them all with her head in her arms.

"May I take a majority vote for a moment"

"I don't know why that happens, go ahead..."

"Who do you think I like about Oscars?

Everyone raised their hands small as they looked at each other to the voice of a witch who sounded quite comfortable.

It's a very unexplained matter, but the witch loses herself for a few moments when she sees the answer to her question.

And...

"Hey, what's that!!

and shouted.

Lucrezia, who was finally back home and taking a breath, frowned that her friend had jumped in with stormy momentum.

"Is something wrong?

"No, it's not a big deal, just make dinner and hang out with me"

"Fine... make some tea first. And change your clothes."

Lucrezia says so referring to a white dress unsuitable for chores.

That said, I can't afford the time to go get dressed, but I can't afford the mental. Tinasha borrowed clothes from a friend and changed into a short black dress. My legs are quite exposed because of my different clothing preferences, but I decide not to care because they move easily.

When she first brewed the tea and served it to her friends, she handily cooked dinner. While the two of us surrounded the table, Lucrezia listened to a friend talking to Pompous, but when she finished her meal, she saw Tinasha with a frightened face.

"You... I think that's pretty much it now."

"Really?

"Yes."

Lucrezia included tea in her mouth instead of sighing.

Tinasha is roaring with a difficult face across the street from the table. Out of his mind at the look on his face, Lucrezia put on her cheek cane.

- Ever since Tinasha has her current contractor, Lucrezia has always burned the care of this younger witch.

Isn't that good evidence that the thing is, that she's shaking?

Tinasha had done most of it by herself, flat out on everything until then. Except for a hundred years before she lived in the tower.

Lucrezia took the liberty of depressing herself into a maze of thought and saw a friend who was likely to go. Extend the red painted nails and point to Tinasha's forehead.

"Don't you know what I don't know when I think about it? Why don't you be more honest? You've always liked that guy."

"Why!!!

"Why, no matter what I ask. I'd rather hear it. Why are you unconscious? Uh, no, no. The spiritualist. You've been doing this for 400 years."

"I don't want perverts to tell me!

"You're the one who's talking perverts all over me!

The reward between the witches is as if it were a child quarrel. Tinasha took a deep breath of her bloody head to calm down. I look at Lucrezia with a very troubled face when I breathe.

"I wonder if so. Oh."

"I think I am, though."

"Ugh."

Tinasha rammed onto the table.

I have no idea if I think about it. I don't even grab it.

Even when they told me to be honest, I was afraid that if I admitted it, I was going to turn into a pervert.

She thinks of the contractor. My eyes, powerful enough to capture myself, floated behind my brain. I squirm unconsciously.

"... I'll have to kill you now"

"Why would you do that?!

Lucrezia slammed the table on the thought of her blown friend, and weakened herself.

Oscar grabbed Pamira and asked her where her husband was after the job had come to a close. But she also smiled badly and bitterly at the cleavage of her teeth, and just replied, "I think I'll ask you one of these days".

It turns out the witch isn't in the castle for now, and he leans back into his room with his neck tilted. Reminds me of the day as I get dressed.

Not at all. His witches are funny with no grasp. It would be good not to get tired of watching. When Oscar looked out the window with a reminder laugh, it was already night there. I get worried that my sick girlfriend will be back by the end of the day.

But that worry was useless. Without knocking on the window, a witch moved directly into the room. Oscar was a little surprised by the unusual abruptness.

A witch dressed completely differently than day grabs Oscar's shoulders while floating in the universe.

"Oscar, do you have a minute!!

"What's all the sudden"

"I really have no idea anymore when I think about it, so I'm trying to get everyone's opinion right now and hire a majority!

"What are you doing?"

- - I don't know what that means. I don't think I have a clue.

The headache seemed to subside, so Oscar put the witch down on the floor and left her on the spot, then he went back and sat down on his sleeping table. Exhale full of fatigue.

"... so?

"Do I like you!?

"... your fragility is getting superb."

Tinasha was really in trouble and stared at the contractor sitting on the sleeping table.

I feel stunned by all the people I talk to all day today. Is that so obvious?

He's special.

It is self-evident.

But I'm not sure what to name this emotion.

It's an emotion that hasn't been caught in over four hundred years.

of the body, in the depths of the spirit, there is indeed heat.

Like warm water, shaking like a flame, it never goes away.

I can't define its existence.

That's why I wanted a name.

Oscar smiled bitterly when he saw a witch with serious eyes and smiled back when he blinked slowly.

"That's right. You've noticed by now."

He reaches out his right hand toward the witch.

The witch looked at him with clear, beautiful eyes, like the first time she met him.

"Come."

To the gentle call, the rare witch stood in his arms as she approached to be sure step by step. The figure looks like a girl or a woman. Oscar looked up at her and put his hand on her white cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

Tears similar to crystals are falling from dark eyes. Water droplets conveyed long, black lashes, and warm Shizuku applied his hand.

The witch realizes for the first time that she is crying when she is told. The heat in his chest fell into his hands in tears as it was.

- - Finally got there.

An unspoken emotion fills my soul.

It's been a really long time, maybe ever.

Tinasha put her hands around the man's face. I look back at my blue eyes staring at myself.

The eyes of a man who matters more than anything.

The whispering voice shook.

"I have no idea... but... it's good to see you"

Wordless beyond that.

I already knew what you just called it.

Feeling the temperature transmitted, Tinasha slowly closes her eyes.

The man was asking her to let her words creep into his body, but he was trying to soak those tears with his hands that were touching the witch's cheek.

"That would be an honor."

and groaned happily.

I don't want to go crazy, she thinks.

Enough was enough to go mad on strong emotions.

I don't need love or hate.

I'm not obsessed.

You just have to look at everything like it's about a distant world.

As if you are the only foreign object.

That's how I came across time.

But there is no need to go beyond time.

This is where she ends up.

When I woke up, the room was already bright enough.

It is unusual for him to wake up with the rising sun. When Oscar got up and looked next door, there his witch slept in peace.

He remembers having a poison mole left in her body as he twitched and stroked the little head of the witch. The look on Lucrezia's face seems to come to my attention.

- Her mole is a commandment to herself.

That keeps hurting like a thorn that must have buried itself in the wound every time I saw it. And I guess having such pain also means living with her.

You realized you were being stroked in the head, and the witch opened her eyes. Oscar stares at both eyes that don't wake up.

"Morning."

"Yeah......"

She shook her head small as she roared. Long lashes try to fall off again. Oscar took a good look at the situation.

"You, I knew you weren't sleeping well"

"Ugh."

Even when I was in the same room with her at the fort the other day, it was hard to wake up. I've just behaved properly in front of my contractor until now, and I may actually be in weak shape in the morning.

Tinasha rubbed her eyes several times. Put your hands together and look up at the ceiling, then confirm the man next door.

"Good morning......"

He had a drowsy voice. Oscar laughs out loud.

To the laughter of the man, it seems that the witch, slowly awakening, finally grasped the situation. Covered his face turning red with his right hand.

"What's up?"

Tinasha frowned when she saw a man with a teasing voice and a mean grin. Pull your body back out of your sleep.

She touched the man's cheek with her empty hand as she slowly woke up with one hand pulling the cloth covering her body.

Overlay your own it on a man's lips.

With one blink away from her face, the witch smiled beautifully as she provoked her soul

"I love you, sweetheart."

and whispered in a clear voice.

"Oh, oh, it's hard to make up!

"What are you doing..."

Oscar looked up at the witch floating upside down near the ceiling. I turn a frightened eye to a stunned guardian. Tinasha held a small head.

"Ugh... this takes a bit of practice"

"Good luck at best. I'm going to work."

"I'll be there later"

That's how the witch spread her hands. Assemble the configuration in an instant.

It doesn't change the amount of time it takes, but I'm a little tired because of the amount of magic I use. Maybe we should review the configuration itself, she twisted her neck. I don't hate creativity or effort. Repeat it countless times to this day.

The witch moved over the castle as she gently assembled another configuration.

It can be used in the same way as before except for spiritual magic. but it's a good opportunity to review all the configurations, she added to the decision.

The wind feels good.

The sky is close.

Whatever was coming, I wasn't willing to lose.