Unnamed Memory

On the night of refraining from the New Year just before, Falsus was full of strange plagiarism.

The castle is noisy with preparations for rituals, and you can see female officers and clerks running around everywhere. Tinasha and others who are not familiar with Farsas customs assumed that the ritual would take place in the morning or noon of the year, but in fact it would take place in the middle of the night and take the form of a new year in the temple.

Ars, dressed as a general and on the inside of the castle gate for the final confirmation of his security, narrowed his eyes to the scent of behaving liquor drifting in the city mixed with the air of celebration.

"I'd like a drink..."

"At work"

I get hit in the back from behind.

Looking back, the childhood tame stood there lightly clustering the hair that had begun to grow. On the continent, it is common for women to stretch their hair, but Meredith has so far cut all over her shoulders at work.

But now the hair is also stretched slightly below the shoulder. She was wearing a dark red based martial arts officer outfit.

"The weather is breaking down."

"You can have it till you get back to the castle."

The two looked up into the sky. The night sky is darker and darker. Sometimes the thin moonlight slips through the cloud. If it rains, the air of celebration will be fed with water, and security will be difficult. I want it to end as long as I can, Ars said zero.

We're less than half an hour away from departure. Ready to go.

The magicians, on the other hand, were divided into those who were packing in the temple beforehand and those departing from the castle. There are other soldiers and magicians deployed on the road for security, and they have already left the castle.

Kum and Doan were dressed in their outfits, contacting a witch-stained configuration in a hall where a line exiting was refrained from exploring what was happening on the road. Only the less than ten magicians who can start and trust Tinasha are giving permission to interfere with the configuration. Still, the precision of perception changes a lot with Tinasha, the surgeon himself, so the true watcher is essentially one witch.

The two magicians looked at each other as they handled the surveillance configuration.

"Nothing disturbing so far."

"The temple doesn't seem any different."

They breathe in relief. The demon summoner who raided the castle last month has not yet been captured. There was never too much caution.

That's when the back door opens and the king enters. He caught his eye on Kum as he checked his gear as he walked in.

"What do you say?

"No problem"

"Right."

- - King Falsus' formal attire has long been a conscious attire to fight.

The figure of the king, wrapped in metallic armor and a sunken red coat and riddled with acacia, was truly picturesque, coupled with his brave and majestically overflowing and righteous appearance. On his shoulders, a small dragon sits like a figurine, creating a sense of unreality.

Oscar twisted his neck as he looked around the room.

"What about Tinasha?

"I thought you were with me."

"No, I haven't seen him."

A witch just walked in when Oscar spoke to him about letting someone go get him. When they felt the signs and looked back, the three people looked at him and were flashed.

She was dressed as a magician.

but it is not Farsas' but Trudar's liturgical outfit. The long coat, based on the deep blue and white that the royal family of Trudar wrapped around, was embroidered with intricate prints, slowly curved and spread at her feet as she accompanied her body. Long dark hair is left partly knotted up, with frontal and ear decorations lined with crystals.

Oscar could not hide his surprise from the witch of appearance, who embodied a clear mystery.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Silvia and Pamira caught me"

Looking at the place where the makeup is also on, they did it pretty thoroughly. The two women were delighted to bring back for Tinasha the magical clothes and costumes that were kept in the treasure trove of Trudar.

Recently, witches are also flushing with some tannins about whether they have become accustomed to being dressed. The magic clothes seemed mostly made of magic equipment, including for Trudar's clothes or crystals embedded in his armor.

Tinasha looks up and glances at Oscar's entire body.

"You look great in that outfit because you're beautiful."

He laughed bitterly when he was told to come back.

"It feels weird when you tell me it's beautiful. It's not a compliment to a man."

"Really? I'm going to praise you frankly."

Tinasha stands next to Kum with her neck tilted. Oscar looked around at them and took a breather.

"Then go."

Everyone in line for the king's decree pays tribute.

When they opened the hall door, they walked out towards the castle gate.

Soldiers lead the way, paving the way for the boulevard that stretches east of the city. The people were gathered to see the king pass at first sight, avoiding by the side of the road.

Following the martial officers led by Ars, a line of magicians and kings emerges. On the way, the city at midnight burst into fierce enthusiasm. The Falsus royal family has been very popular with the people for generations.

Saier, who was peering into the queue from the gap between the adults, was breathtaking when he noticed a woman lying on her horse right behind the king. Even though she hasn't taken the reins, she's closing her eyes on a horse that's progressing properly.

Because of the different attire, the Lord of Beauty, who makes you feel strangely compelling and awe-inspiring, is, however, certainly the woman you met in the tower. Saiye thinks she's a witch, so she leans back. Speaking of which, though, she was the kind of mouthpiece who knew about the king, and maybe not the witch, but the magician of the castle.

As the line passed, the road was once again filled with crowds.

The next time the king returns is an hour after the age changes. Saiye ran off the scene to tell her friends about the woman she had just seen.

I was able to reach the temple without a thing. Together we stroke our breasts down just a little bit.

Behind the space, shaped by white stone, stood seven pillars of stone. Letters are firmly engraved on the surface of each column. This pillar corresponds to each of the seven faithful gods of Falsus.

As the ritual began and the priests offered their words of blessing and prayer, Oscar stood pulling out Acacia in their center, while the others held back. Near the entrance, Tinasha is connected to the configuration with her eyes closed.

Eventually, when the priest's celebration was over, Oscar began to state the mouth of the prayer he offered to God. Ars confirms the time as he hears it.

- As planned, it's almost dawn.

A glass of red wine begins to be distributed to those who had refrained at the hands of the witches. When the king finished his mouth again, he took the liquor bottle that had been prepared. He divides it into three cups on the altar.

When Oscar placed the bottle, he swung the first cup to the ground with its contents for his hand and the second cup to the sky. When you take the last cup, you drink it up.

My men followed it. Celebrating the New Year's Eve is wagging up.

Tinasha looked at the sight when she opened her eyes slightly. She doesn't put her mouth on wine because she's not a Falsus person. I'm not that strong with alcohol. I didn't want to say it while it was connected to the configuration.

- But the reason for that is, in fact, just pre-construction.

She still had resistance to getting inside this circle. The anxiety and fear of being tamed captures her and doesn't let go. Was his mother feeling such anxiety... and such a question comes to mind? The witch laughed bitterly at the inexplicable imagination.

With all sorts of human destinies on board, time moves on.

Under the twenty-first king, five hundred and twenty-seven years of the Pharsus calendar were about to begin.

"Thank you for your hard work. The other half, please."

When Oscar gave the escort humans a brief word of ambition, they nodded in their faces. A row after the temple slowly returns as the dark meadows are lit with magical lights. The air is getting damp at some point and it's going to rain now.

Oscar looked back and confirmed the witch right behind him. She remains eyes closed to confirm the perception that continues to flow in as usual. When he was unsure whether to speak up, he felt something and silently pulled out Acacia. At the same time I hear a witch chant.

"Define - I order subpoena and dominion. Thunder, come out and obey my life!

Other humans look to surprise. The next moment, from the ground to the sky, a giant electric light of bright white ran. A dull sound echoes to the back of his ear and the area is dazzled for a moment.

When it disappeared, silence and darkness returned to the world again.

Kum asks Oscar pale.

"There you go!?

The king frowned and said he'd put Acacia back in his sheath.

"Someone was watching me"

and replied unpleasantly. When I hear that, the twist spreads across the line.

As Oscar looked back at the witch, she grinned bitterly with her closed dark eyes open.

"I got away. No more."

Saying so, she rang her white fingers.

Suddenly a pillar of thunder stood in the eastern sky, and the humans who were in the castle capital crouched like waves. A voice rises from all over the corner worrying about the king's safety. It was not until shortly after that a report came in informing the King of his safety through magic, as those who remained in the castle also moved. For one thing, there is relief in the castle.

Meanwhile, around that time, the five Saiers, who were out of the city and headed for the temple, had limps in huge electric light. We'll go on a tour to see if we can make sure we're going back to the city.

"What are you gonna do, Sie?"

"You told me to go."

"Shut up. What if something happens to His Majesty?"

Not long before the boys began to argue, a line of kings appeared ahead of their sights.

The Saiers were relieved, but at the same time rushed to find a place to hide. I don't know what punishment I'd be getting if I just found out the kids left the city and went to see the king. They managed to get belly-up in the nearby bushes and lurked their breath to do a line through the front.

But when the line plunges just in front of the bush, the voice of a beautiful woman can be hung in the bush.

Saiye, come out.

The boy whose name was called was about to jump up unexpectedly. I managed to indulge in it, but the other four follow me and I have no choice but to stand up. All the king's lines stared at him like that, stopping his horses and feet. A woman near the center looks at him with a frown.

"You didn't understand my sermon? Come here."

"... sorry"

Saye lowered her head honestly. I thought I had no choice but to make excuses here.

Tinasha calls him by invitation when he smiles bitterly. Oscar looked interesting at the boy who had come right next to the witch. Saier lowers his head deeply as he hardens into tension and looks back at Oscar.

"Your Majesty, excuse me. I was wondering."

"I don't mind, but be careful."

Tinasha reached out and lifted Saier to his horse and sat next to him. I won't forget to stab a nail in the bush.

"Come out the other four, too. It's going to rain, so let's go home together."

Each of his subordinates took away the four men, who appeared to be evil. One line advances out again.

Saier asked the woman sitting next to her in a whisper.

"Sister, how did you know?

"You're on guard. We'll find out if anybody gets close."

Saiye drowned disappointed at the woman's words. I came all the way here in the first place because I wanted to know if she was really the woman in the tower, but I'm filled with feelings of failure for some reason even though I've achieved my purpose.

As the boy sighed, he looked up at the dark night sky. I felt the rain.

The feeling was centered. Soon it will rain in grains. Ars took the lead in tongue beating.

"Didn't you make it? Sire, avoid the rain..."

"I'm fine."

Oscar shrugged his shoulder. I'm already seeing the city. It won't be that long. Instead, looking back at the witch, she was having some kind of whispering conversation with the boy next door. You noticed your gaze. Dark eyes look back at him. There was a pranky light in it.

Tinasha opens her hands as she lifts her lips and smiles.

"I want a perversion. The shape remains the same, only falls. Let the frozen exhale be the hand of conversion."

Composition was born in both white hands.

The composition rises as she slowly spreads away from her arms.

The rain stopped because it disappeared into the sky.

When a line of surprises raised his face, he was just about to come down like snow from the dark sky.

"Look at that! I told you!

Tinasha watched with a dull laugh as Saier floated with joy and shouted at her friend. I see the snow not just with the kids, but with other humans incredible and such faces.

Oscar looked back at the witch when he saw the snowflakes melt away that fell flat in his hand.

"How did you do that?

"I cooled it from above just the moisture. It's all around me, but if you pay it, it won't get wetter than rain."

"Is this what it is..."

He shrugs and the witch is right, paying for the snow that fell on his knees. Because the air was not cooled, the snow that fell to the ground quickly disappeared. When I look up, the snow that flickers through the darkness unfolds a truly fantastic beauty.

"With you, the world doesn't spread."

To Oscar's words, Tinasha closed her eyes and smiled.

When the line reached the city, it lowered the children. The city is showing the return of the king and an unprecedented enthusiasm for the snow it sees for the first time. Saier waved at the woman with regret, and she responded to it with a laugh.

In the end, the Oscars safely entered the castle with nothing else happening besides the suspicious gaze they felt in the meadows. As he hurriedly moves through the castle, the king presents himself to the people from the terrace and speaks up.

Tinasha, who maintained and grasped the enormous composition, was just tired and lying on a bench in a room with an Oscar. He's about to be attacked by a sleeper, but still triples his boundaries on the terrace.

When the king finished his greeting and stepped back from the terrace, he looked down at her worried.

"Are you all right?

"I'm fine. I was just nervous."

Ars and Kum, who were on the escort around, were relieved that it was all over. Oscar looks back at them with a laugh.

"Thank you for your hard work. Ars can go for a drink."

"... I'm afraid"

With the shoulder load down, Ars leaves the room after a gratuity. Perhaps even Meredith is going to invite you to join the noise in the city. Kum left when he asked Tinasha for confirmation about the post-processing of the configuration. The other soldiers return to their usual security positions.

Oscar held up the last witch who was soothing.

"You can walk yourself..."

"Well, sweeten up."

Tinasha looked troubled with the reaction, but nodding small brought it to the man's chest. He walks straight out the hallway.

The witch exhaled a much shallower breath.

- I used to be very, very unbearable to be held up and walked like this.

But I'm fine now. I don't know if that's because I finished the liquidation four hundred years ago, or because of the man holding her up.

Tinasha whispers to the man as he manages to regain consciousness that makes him fall asleep.

"In the meantime..."

"Which story?"

"of marriage."

"Oh. What?

"I knew it was only a few moments away, let me think. Until the end of the contract…"

"Okay."

Tinasha was relieved by the lightly returned response.

Originally, the contract was supposed to end shortly after the beginning of the year, but the one-and-a-half-month period during which she was leaving Falsus for Kuskul is implicitly considered excluded from the term of the contract. The actual contract is less than two months away. With all this time, you will also be able to face the way you will behave in the future.

Oscar looked down at the witch in his arms.

She has an unrealistic atmosphere that leaves no place to be captured while she is dressed. He laughed bitterly when he thought of the fantasy that was going to disappear as it was.

"I asked my father a few questions."

Tinasha raised her face as she shook her body in awe. Staring at him with dark eyes.

"You said you were married because you said so yourself, and you didn't want to turn that around on me. I told him to like it because it's no problem."

"Really..."

"Well, I'm glad you had a baby. I can stay here right now."

The witch smiled a little drenched in the man's words. "I agree," he mutters when he lays down his eyes.

Born four hundred years apart, the two people you're not supposed to meet will go through the time ahead, thanking you for the trivial pile of times. I still had no idea if that was going to be just for a while, or if it was going to continue slowly.

The dark room had moonlight plunged in.

There is no cloud in the sky visible through the windows. A woman sounds like she's having fun.

"How'd it go?

"It was the same as always. It's just...... the composition may have changed slightly and the magic weakened. Maybe it's my fault..."

The woman glanced at the voice of the man who answered.

"Have you fallen on a man? You're sweet even though you're just dying. It would be interesting if the make-up skin I was working on with Spirit Magic had peeled off."

The woman put her shaped two-handed fingers together.

Keep your eyes down and think. Cruel joy floated in the green eyes, also visible in blue by the angle.

"Well fine. If there seems to be a gap, I'll kill him. If this game comes to a close."

"Feel free"

The man drips his head deep into his husband's words.

No one listened to them.