Unnamed Memory

He was the first achiever in seventy years.

Besides, he says he's been climbing mostly on his own.

I couldn't have been less interested. It was a good distraction to meet their achievers in the years that slowly wore their spirits out.

I heard the door open. No footsteps. He must be a pretty skilled person.

Tinasha called out in a beautiful voice as she poured tea into the cup.

"Welcome"

And she met him.

"Ho, I've really changed my mind..."

Tinasha shrugged stunned as she saw herself sitting in the mirror.

A year spent as his guardian seems like a long time or a matter of time.

Pamira in the mirror smiled with such expressions as senseless.

"It's beautiful. There's no such beautiful bride."

"I never dreamed I'd get married."

"That's what everybody says."

Sylvia, who was wearing a veil with a serious face on the bride, roughly took a breath and woke up.

"Done! I don't care if they move anymore!

"Thank you"

Tinasha stood up in horror when told. Both the hem and vale of the dress are long enough to spread over half of the support room. The witch, wrapped in pure white lace, only her eyes were as deep dark as an abyss.

Tinasha sighs as she walks two or three steps.

"Looks like you're moving faster."

"Walk!

"Ugh. The dress is heavy."

Just then the door is knocked. A civilian came to get Tinasha.

Pamira, who was finishing the hem of the vale, opens the door. Tinasha walked unconstitutionally out laughing bitterly as those outside saw the bride and breathed.

Domestic and international invitees had already gathered in the cathedral west of the castle.

Oscar sees his father standing next to him as he fits his gloves in the refrain room.

"Very troublesome. I wish it was simpler."

"It'll be in history. Never again, so reveal yourself."

What does my father mean by "never again"? I wasn't sure, but Oscar snorted reluctantly. I simplified the reign formula, so I might even give up if I thought of it as a replacement.

On the other hand, the bride, a witch, is supposed to come to the castle once she is out of the castle capital and then reveal herself to the people. Probably a remnant of an era when he was welcoming brides from other countries in a political marriage. He objected to it in terms of safety, but his bride said it was easier than protecting him. The carriage for that should be ready by now.

That said, I haven't seen Oscar herself, her pivotal girlfriend, for over another week because she's busy with each other. I would also like to complain about simplifying it.

He confirms the king's sword over the mirror, wrapped around his hip.

"Look, it's like time"

Kevin said with a laugh. Oscar nods and walks out towards the door. There was a voice of my father on that back.

"Rosalia's happy, too."

He laughs with his eyes closed to his mother's name.

I wonder how many people have helped keep him alive now.

- I just can't even stop.

Thanks honestly for that, he knocked at the door.

The boulevards of the castle capital were filled with the whims of the gathered people.

The king's bride will soon appear on the street. But it was not always pleasant for them to let go. People whisper face-to-face in a worried tone.

"You must be an example witch, right?

"But they told me that old story wasn't true."

"That's right..."

During this ceremony, Oscar announced a correction to the old story that was broiling on the people of Falsus, in addition to the fact that the other person was a witch. Tinasha himself recommended leaving it "as good as it used to be," but he had decided that "if it was not true, such as the dishonorable story of a human being who would be queen, it should not be spread even more".

But even with the announcement from the castle, the truth does not immediately lead to Tinasha's welcome. Even if the old story is distorted, it doesn't make any difference that she's a witch.

Some rejoiced in this marriage, appreciating that Tinasha had once stood on the front of Pharsus and lent strength to the king, and that his immense power belonged later to Pharsus, but most were more confused than that.

"Master Rosalia was beautiful."

"Next time the bride is a witch, right? What do you think?

"I knew I was wrinkled in black..."

"You don't have black on your wedding."

An irresponsible conversation spreads among the people gathered in the street.

That's when the carriage with the bride appeared on the street.

Instead of that, there are many strong junctions stretched out on carriages that do not have roofs. The people who saw the carriage coming out of curiosity were stunned by the appearance of a completely different bride than they had imagined.

The pure white vale enhances the appearance, so beautiful that she herself can be described as a work of art. The long eyelash swinging large eyes are pitch-black that are likely to be inhaled. Under a high passing white nose beam, petal-like red lips slightly engraved a grin.

The people also forget to raise their voices, they just see it in her. Many of them realized that she was the same person as the magician who had been beside the king the other day during the New Year's ritual.

Pamira, who is in the car as a squire, whispers to her husband, who sits across the street.

"Dear Tinasha, laugh more properly"

"Laughing properly seems like a simple and difficult directive......"

Oscar's opposition to this revelation is also the reason that if she openly declared herself to be a witch, she would be exposed to a gaze of prejudice from the people if she entered the castle from outside as she traditionally did. But Tinasha left it and chose to enter the castle by carriage.

Which way, eventually, is a problem you have to take. Then instead of running away, I thought I'd stand in front of him over it.

Tinasha's eyes, with a troubled smile on her face, reveal a person she knew.

The boy, waving from within the walls of the people, raised his voice joyfully as he observed that she had noticed herself.

"Sister! It wasn't, Master Tinasha!

"Sie! How have you been?

Soldiers retained the boy trying to rush over, but Tinasha made him avoid it.

The carriage combines to loosen the legs. Pamira just stopped Tinasha, who tried to reach out to get Saiye up on the car. The boy looks up at Tinasha as he joins the carriage for a small run.

"Master Tinasha was a witch, after all."

"That's right. You can't go because you're hardly going back to the tower. It's dangerous. Come to the castle if anything happens."

"I'll be a soldier when I grow up. Be strong and protect Master Tinasha!

"I hope so."

Tinasha broke her face to the boy who sparkled her eyes with strong will and anticipation for the future. I guess he is not aware of it, Sie blushes a little, smiling like a large circle of flowers that attracts the beholder.

At that time, he put it between beats and cheered from around him. Tinasha looks up surprised.

"What, did I do something?

Pamira chuckled when she saw both her husband looking around in confusion and the folk who began to raise their blessings verbally.

"So I told you to laugh properly. Your smile is destructive."

Tinasha glances lightly.

That's how the witch laughed ridiculously again as she sent her gaze to Saiye, who waved with a smile with Pamira letting her one eye close.

Tinasha entered the castle of Falsus, pushed by the cheers that spread like waves. Walk down the carriage and down the corridor built outside towards the cathedral.

Tinasha stopped her legs when she saw the cathedral door and noticed that one woman was standing in front of it. Whose voice do the soldiers of the escort who were walking in front notice the woman?

"Who is it!

The soldiers who pulled out their swords, but Tinasha stopped them.

"Excuse me, let me talk to you two for a second"

"But..."

"I'm fine."

Tinasha walked out towards the woman, to put it mildly.

The woman looking in her mid-thirties has a chilling look somewhere. She had a slightly rusty but beautiful appearance, with dark brown hair tied together to her waist.

Tinasha laughs bitterly when she stands before her.

"Lavinia, it's been a while.... to see him?

"Nothing."

The woman, called Lavinia, replied softly. Tinasha asks with slight tension.

"So to kill?

"Still not. You just came to see the face of the woman you love."

"Is that all you need?

The king's bride tilted her neck. There is worry in the dark eye.

But Lavinia didn't give the other person a glimpse of the emotion she was born into.

"I guess I had enough luck to just attract you. I'm not willing to do anything more. You can do whatever you want."

Lavinia avoided lying around just saying the story was over. Show the cathedral door in a silent manner.

Tinasha said something to her old acquaintance, but eventually swallowed the word.

Stand in front of the door with a small shake. Soldiers, who had refrained from doing so a short distance away, rushed over to open it.

She inhales slowly.

The door opens.

Many people looked back at the bride. The blurring spreads.

But her gaze and the sound of a tidal wave were felt as far away as if they were outside the world.

Face up and stare straight ahead.

Beyond that, only one of her is waiting.

The bride's mortal detached and clean beauty gave the cathedral a number of sighs zero.

She walks slowly through it. In love with the unmistakable look of the woman, Oscar murmured in a voice no one could hear "That's vivid".

Tinasha comes to his sight, standing a step high, on both knees and drooling his head. As Oscar reached out and took the veil on her head, he put a small crown on it instead.

Then when I pull out Acacia, I make the cuttoe touch her forehead.

said his mouth in a quiet, but often passing voice.

"Sign a new contract. - - My name is Oscar Laes Increatus Roz Falsas. You, Tinasha As Mayer Ur Aetherna Trudar, as My Lady, are hereby declared to welcome you to Farsas and to grant you authority as your companion."

In response to the king's words, the power of the covenant from Acarsia is poured on the witch. Unlike magic, that power, which has yet to be elucidated, has long been passed down to the Falsus royal family, which is not even on record.

Tinasha opened her mouth at the same time as the force stained herself.

"I did accept it. By my name and blood, I swear I will marry you with everything that belongs to me."

That oath is not just a marriage oath. As a witch, it also meant that everything she had as Queen of Trudar would be handed down to Falsus later on.

And some of them include the Spirit of Turdar.

She suggested in advance to the spirits that they terminate their covenant with their own death, but all of the spirits wished to rewrite their covenant to the Pharsus royal family, who would inherit her blood "because it seems interesting". It is a spirit passed down to Trudar, who had originally chosen a king by force. One day if we move to Farsas, the king who can serve them may cease to appear.

But that's another story from afar.

Oscar let his bride stand when he reached out. whisper softly in a voice that only she can hear.

"Four generations late, you got the country."

To people's bad jokes, Tinasha raises one end of her lips. Man's, I looked up into the colored eyes of the night sky, where the sun had just set. I laugh small with my pranky eyes.

"I don't have a country. Give me you."

Oscar narrowed his eyes delighted by the answer and gave himself up and mouthed his bride.

And with this day at the border, the age of witches, who have shaken up the continent in awe, was set to close the curtain.