Unnamed Memory

One more hour until the time the witch would come.

Back in the fort, Neona tried to wave her sword at the training ground for a while, but was unsettled. She got a little lost, but decided to sweat in the bath to make her feel high.

While trapped in a sandstorm, they were worried that the water would hold, so the fort's great baths were closed and the body was only to be wiped with cloth, but when the Pharsus humans arrived, a beautiful magician woman magically retrieved the water as it had been. Apparently, the magic of the ban on metastases doesn't matter to her at all. As much as that power would be appreciated by those who benefit, it would not turn out to be horrible.

Neona, who took off her clothes and went into the bathroom, found the brunette's back in the cloudy air, a little tight.

The woman seems to be sitting on the edge of the tub and soaking her legs in water, and next door, a magician woman with clothes on combs her husband's dark hair. The squire immediately noticed Neona and raised her face, and had a meeting, but her husband turned her back so she didn't notice or make it slight.

When Neona returned the meeting, she knelt on the edge of the tub, a short distance from the two of them, from which she drew hot water. I see a brunette on the side.

Soft looking white skin has a seductive glow that even same-sex people fall in love with. I didn't name her clearly, but Neona also found out that she must be a witch again, too.

Otherwise, it couldn't have been easier to overthrow the magic of Leonora, the witch, and most importantly, Neona knew the story of King Falsus putting the witch aside and drowning.

Neona's chest ached when she found a red mark sinking at the witch's white jaw. I knew this beautiful witch was his mistress, but it was hard to see.

Unexpectedly biting her lips, Neona realized at some point that the witch was still looking back at herself. Maybe they noticed you were stealing. Blood goes up in shame.

But the witch just leaned her neck in surprise against her.

Pamira whispers something from behind in her husband's ear. Tinasha laughed bitterly when she heard it cover her face with one hand. "Excuse me..." he said to Neona, while all the marks on his body disappear. She breathed in the witch's moves.

You don't even need chanting if that's all.

Too powerful a force.

Be a person and not a person.

The dark eyes overlap the green eyes of Leonora we met at the castle. Their charm undoubtedly belongs to the Dungeons.

- - I don't have this power. I can't have those eyes.

It was asexually sad and painful to think so.

Neona opens her mouth like a solitary.

"Why are you here beside him? Like Prince Savas, is he going to manipulate him?

Yes, after I said it, she noticed her own rudeness. It's a little bloody distracting. My emotions got messed up and I said things I shouldn't have said.

To frozen neona, but the witch laughs lightly if she doesn't care at all.

"I can't believe I manipulated it. You won't listen to me. It's as good as I am."

Tinasha hit her right hand in the tub as she said. Lift it up slowly as it is. The hot water that should drip from the thin fingers into the hot tub, but when it stayed in the air as if it was supported by an invisible hand, it became a small water tower.

But the witch collapses unconstitutionally after just a glance at the delicate shapes. And as light as that, she asked Neona.

"Do you want that guy? Princess Neferi."

"... eh"

I thought my heart would stop.

to what was asked and to what was called more than that.

Neona asks back gasping.

"Duh, why..."

"Isn't that easy to understand? I wouldn't delay stopping the sandstorm or disagree. Don't you usually say you want to stop anything and look for the princess first? And you're also lying that the princess has the ring she needs to inherit the throne. The key is the magic imprinted in your body, isn't it?

You'll see, Tinasha said with a smile.

Neona can't give anything back to that word. It's all just as witches see it.

Nepheli took a small breath and corrected her posture. Look straight back into the witch's eyes. There was majesty there as a princess.

"What about that one...?

"I didn't tell you, but I like that guy. You may have noticed."

"Really..."

Hearing a voice melting into the hot air, Tinasha muddled her face as she shrugged the water with her hands. Whisper to Pamira, who refrains from behind.

"I'm waking up. Thank you. You can't wake people up... I should have slept alone."

"Then I woke you up."

"Ugh."

Tinasha raises the dark hair on her face. Looking to the side, Nefery was sitting on the edge of the tub in the same way staring into her own hands. She looks at the side of the adorable princess.

Had it not been for the witch's interference, or Nepheli might have become Queen of Falsus.

Unless the silent witch curses Oscar.

If a guardian named Tinasha doesn't show up.

If Leonora doesn't keep an eye on Yarda.

- I don't know what to say when I mention the possibility.

Tinasha closed her eyes, thinking of the strangeness of a man's destiny and that the witch was flirting with it. Overlook yourself just drifting while you're in the vortex.

Totally difficult.

But I didn't want to get lost anymore.

Tinasha recalls the brilliant eyes of Aurelia's strong will. It is the figure of the man himself who lights the flame of spirit on his fragile body.

Aware of her hot chest, she breathes deeply.

It's all right now.

Stand up properly.

We can face each other.

Tinasha slowly threw up the air in her lungs.

Nephelie, who was overwhelmed to say anything or not, looked up when she noticed signs of a witch suddenly rising. A beautiful face that had a soft smile has turned into something cold sharp at some point. Despite the warm indoors, Neferi's spine froze when he saw the look on his face.

A strip cage appears at Pamira's disposal. The witch weaved the prepared clothes into her wet body. Pamira binds and fastens all over it. Tinasha shrugged like it didn't matter.

"Perfect for an hour? Pretty angry, I guess."

The witch smiles back at Nepheli when she sees Pamira nodding her hands away.

Okay, I'll be there.

Waving so gently, the witch disappeared.

The leftover princess had a small sense of alienation and great anxiety, just a stare at where she was supposed to be.

"Slow. And let your hair dry as much"

"Excuse me."

Oscar, standing in the corridor and looking at the sky, saw the witch who had moved next to him and said so with a shuddering face. It is not by the hair that it is wet. There are also droplets on the feet that are visible from the cut in the pitch-black magic outfit. It looks like it's just coming up from the water now.

Tinasha, however, lightly combs her hair with her hands without looking carelessly. At the same time, the dark hair changed gloss and dried out as I looked around. Water air flies out of your body as well.

In the sky, explosions continued far beyond. If you gaze closely, you can see countless black dots coming towards the fort. The Spirit is intercepting Leonora's summoned demons. When the witch laid her hand on her ear, she gave instructions to the Spirit who was not here.

"Saiha, Nil, Yitz, turn east and help him"

Of course the reply doesn't sound like anything but a witch, but other humans can see that the order was accepted because she put that hand down.

Oscar looked over at his subordinates who would refrain from being around him.

"Basically, as I said yesterday. Don't die because it's stupid. Prioritize your life. - Ars, I'm going with Tinasha. Please say hello."

"Yes, sir."

A witch looked up at the eastern sky and chuckled.

"Coming."

Tinasha graces her right hand. There appeared a swinging sword of escape. Next door, Oscar calls the name of the dragon on his shoulder. The dragon returned to its original size in response to her husband's voice. Oscar jumps over the railing to Nark, who waits for him just outside the corridor.

When the young king looked back, he reached out to his guardian.

"Tinasha, if you win this battle..."

"What is it?

"Will you marry me?"

"... that's fine. Take it."

The witch took the man's hand when she laughed glossily. The man at the time I hear it has his eyes round.

Tinasha jumped onto the back of the dragon when she borrowed a man's hand with such lightness as not to hold a weight. Oscar slaps that head gently.

"Are you serious?

Of course.

In the corridor Falsus faces look at the two with a mixed face of surprise and joy.

Oscar leaked a smile to his beautiful lover.

"You can't beat that."

"Were you going to lose?

Tinasha is fun to give back. She lay down her long eyelashes and closed her eyes. I can hear you breathing deeply.

And the next time his eyes were opened, in the dark abyss was a belligerent light of those who had fought before.

Long dark hair is windy. The witch smiled flashly.

"Come on... it's time for war"

"Go."

A dragon rises in my husband's voice. The red dragon, slowly swirling and disappearing to the east, was escorted from the fort by tension.

I guess Nark, who cuts the wind and flies, perceives the signs of the enemy. As I flew east, I could clearly see the demons gradually dancing in the sky. And intercepting it, the magic of the spirits is bursting intermittently. Tinasha frowned with an overview of the war situation.

"Sounds like you have too many. It seems faster to defeat Leonora."

"You can erase my junction. You'll eat your strength to play."

"Hmmm...... Then sweeten your words..."

Tinasha waves her fingers and bleeds gently, applying it behind the man's ear.

"Magic may have aftermath, so let it be prevented. Wipe it off if you think it's dangerous."

"It's okay."

The witch smiled and nodded, laying her sword down and putting it straight forward. Add your left hand to the middle of the blade. A bunch of demons who apparently noticed them turned around in the air. Tinasha's clear voice echoes.

"Define. I command subpoena and dominion. - Light, show up and obey my life!

With the chant, so much white light as burns the world runs and bursts through the sky. Fifty bodies drunk by the light. Not many demons dispersed in an instant. The light that pushes through the air without losing momentum as it is, however, inadvertently vanishes without sound.

There were two men and women floating in the place where the light went out.

Witches with green eyes in their loosely curved honey-colored hair stare at Tinasha with a luscious grin. Next to it stood a red-haired man with light black skin pulling out his sword.

Leonora's moisturized voice passes through the sky.

"Long time no see, little girl"

Tinasha just laughed and didn't answer. Kick the back of the dragon gently and jump out into the sky. The sword of his right hand was flanked.

"This thread does not await affirmation"

A short, sophisticated chant to the extreme. Hundreds of red threads emerge from the sword with the words of power, running towards Leonora and Unai.

When Leonora wrestled her hand to magically strike them down, but the thread filled her sight as it spread like a thrown spider's nest. Each one strikes two people from all directions with needle-like sharpness.

Leonora struck her tongue.

"Play!"

Red thread on one side disappears by harsh will.

Leonora regained her sight. But she lost sight of Tinasha and opened her eyes. At the next moment, an awesome shockwave from directly above hits Unai, who was next door. Unai quickly resisted, raising a high sand splash and slamming him into the desert far down.

"Huh..."

Leonora hastily tried to make sure he was safe, but his gaze is blocked by a dragon heading to Unai and descending sharply. She lay her hands on the intrusive dragon to strike out force, but at the discretion of the moment she moved back about five steps.

At the same time, Tinasha's thin sword truncates the space she's been in.

Waving her empty sword, Tinasha smiled lovingly.

"Don't worry about Unai. My man entertains."

"The spiritualist who lost his purity is annoying..."

"Thanks to you for organizing the configuration. Thank you in action."

As the Blue Moon witch lifted her left hand toward Leonora, she struck out a compressed force.

Beaten by the desert, Unai jumped up using a spring all over his body. Strengthened by Leonora, he can't scratch one with this much impact. Pay off the sand all over your body - reflexively put your sword over your head.

A strong blow from above struck him there.

When a normal person can withstand a severe blow that would have paralysed his hand, Unai heads straight for the opponent and pushes the sword back. The opponent, jumping off the back of the dragon, used the momentum to jump backwards.

The young Acacia swordsman, in position with the light sound of rubbing the sand, is looking back at Unai with an invincible grin. Over the sky his dragon was swirling.

Unai looks at Oscar's entire body, distorting his lips to the intent to kill him.

"It's a blind sword. Let's bury every user."

"Don't bother with that. He's going mad."

Oscar checked his feet as he gave it back lightly. Slightly slippery because of the sand.

But if you're careful, you'll have no problem with the range. When he set up Acacia, he stepped towards Unai, exhaling strongly.

Meredith looked up to the east sky.

Along with the awesome explosion noise from earlier, the red and white light is bursting far away. The magicians around him were breathtaking and staring in the same direction at the huge magic bump.

Ars slaps such a childhood tame shoulder.

Here he comes.

I can see a bunch of demons flying from the southern direction, not the east, which is the main battlefield. Tensions ran in the corridor to the coming of enemies, who probably had a gap in the Spirit.

Ars pulls his sword out of his sheath. The sword with its large double-edged sword was as bright as it was wet. He runs to the southeastern corner, shaking gently to ascertain its weight.

It was almost at the same time that he reached there and that the first demon would be attacked by soldiers on the lookout.

Ars cuts his sword off diagonally as he rushes into the soldier's present. Deep lacerations ran as if they had been cut in vacuum into the demon's body where sharp cuts touched or not. When the sword is wielded out as it is, the body of the amputated demon falls into the desert.

"Nice cleavage. Exactly."

Meledina runs next door.

Ars set up his sword toward the next demon, confirming her.

"Didn't you lose your firepower? Stupid."

Tinasha grinned bitterly at Leonora's provocative words. Configure the sword unannounced to mediate, while on the left hand form a chanting configuration. She flashed her sparkling sword to Leonora, from where she transferred near her opponent after a thunderbolt was released. Head to Leonora and wield the configuration of your left hand.

The uncalled witch took Tinasha's second blow by raising her right hand, which concentrated her magic while absorbing a thunderbolt with one hand.

It was only for a moment that it seemed antagonistic and still. There will be a huge explosion in the unrivalled collision of magic.

The two witches took their distance again on the force. Tinasha begins to assemble with both hands when the sword is extinguished.

"Define how you are. None is zero. Yes, quite. Words as symbols order conversion."

Her current, intricately intertwined silver print appears. It absorbed the witch's magic and increased its brilliance while it watched. The tattoo becomes a sphere as it spreads loosely, and a jaw gate that changes shape and has huge fangs.

- Go.

As Tinasha shrugged, the jaw gate slipped across the universe to Leonora.

Leonora releases some light bulbs at the jaw gate as she retreats to the right through the air, coming towards her with a hurried peeking look. But the jaw gate followed Leonora as she ate them, and fleshed to a beautiful witch.

When a sharp magic fang tries to capture her body, but Leonora lets her hand touch the jaw gate and tap into her magic. The jaw gate, infused with magic directly into the configuration, was smashed from the inside in an instant.

Leonora was relieved to see the magical extinction. But she raises her painful voice to the severe pain that ran on her right leg.

"... ugh, this...!

A dagger is stabbed in the white swollen tibia at some point. Leonora threw up words of curse and pulled out her sword. The wound occludes while you look at it.

Tinasha, who threw the dagger, frowned lightly when she saw how it was.

Leonora is a witch who has nothing to do with healing to the right. Even if it hits with an attack to the extent of restraint, it will soon heal, hoping to bleed.

- - Do you need a more deadly blow...

Tinasha ran through the universe with a new configuration as she explored her thoughts on how to move.

Doan glanced nervously at Ars and the other martial officers in the corner of his sight and the soldiers led by them as they began to fight.

The magicians mostly turn to maintaining Tinasha's combined configuration. The configuration that prohibits the summoning of new demons in the desert is their lifeline in this battle. It is also possible that the fort will fall at once if a newbie is summoned up close by an enemy reached through the interception of the Spirit. That is why they continued to carefully and wholeheartedly pour their magic into the composition.

Fortunately, the demons have been stopped by the Ars and others and have not reached the magicians. When Doan thought he would manage to hold it like this, but a strange man metastasized in front of them.

The man's long hair is light purple and his eyes are the same color. Doan was stunned by its colour and neat appearance, unlikely to be human, knowing that his opponent was a superior demon tribe.

- - It's not the Spirit of Tinasha. That means Leonora is a demon.

To the emergence of an unexpected enemy, he tries to form another configuration while still maintaining the configuration.

But shortly afterwards, the eyes of the demons captured Doan.

Not very much, but no defense, no offense in time. When he was ready to die, Neona, who was next to the gate, pulled out his sword and cut to the Demon Clan. The demon clan plays bare hands the sword that comes toward her when she glances at her. Neona was pushed and fell back.

"Dear Neferi!

While stunned by the shouting of the gate, Doan thanked Neona for the time she had made. Unleash the magic you can do toward the Demon Clan. They were doing the same thing. A few magic concentrated on the Demon Clan.

Attack of high pressure by court magicians. A human would have wiped out the magic without leaving any dust - but the Demons can prevent it without moving a finger. Doan watched her magic scratch off.

"Seriously......"

The exhalation of despair leaks from the magicians. The Demons grinned brutally as they looked around at the people around them.

"Anyone, one man, is ordered to bring him in alive"

Everyone is breathtaking. They immediately understood the purpose. We're going to procure hostages against Oscar or Tinasha.

The Demons reach for Pamira, who was nearby. Her face was distorted by tension and stiff will.

Look at that look. Doan screams.

"Don't die!

Pamira looked at Doan as she shook her body in awe.

She was about to bite her tongue just to serve the witch. Doan retains it with a sharp gaze.

- - His husband said, "Don't die because it's stupid". You can't break that life.

But still, I couldn't find any way out of this situation right now.

A demon tribe who looked at them funny reaches out to Pamira again.

The girl's light voice sounded as the hand tried to touch her.

"What the fuck are you doing? Idiot?"

Behind the demons, a woman's hand appears from the air.

White and supple hands. But the only thing that was different from normal was that the five nails were curved like hooks and glowed long and sharp.

The Demons barely avoid the claws swung down to prune their necks. At the same time he looked back, the Lord of his nails made his whole body appear. A red-haired girl with a demonic laugh stands there.

The demon clan with purple hair glanced at him as if surprised.

"Mira Fierua? Haven't seen you in a thousand years?

"I don't know anything about you. The mutton fish."

When the witch's spirit said arrogantly as she sang, she gently rang the hook claws to cleave her prey.