Unnamed Memory

The sky is high, and white.

Oscar caught his breath looking at the view through the office window. Sign the last document and put the pen down. Fortunately, that's it for today, and I'm done with what I have to process.

He asks Lazar, who is making tea in the room.

"What about Tinasha?

"They went to the tower. They're organizing the magic equipment."

"A tower..."

That sounds a lot nostalgic.

Six months after she became queen, his wife, who was a witch, spent most of her days in Falsus and returned to the tower only to count.

Reminded of a serene and happy routine, Oscar smiled naturally.

He looks at the clock. The time is not yet in the evening.

"Then I'm going to the tower, too. If anything happens, contact the Spirit."

"Yes, sir."

When Oscar returned to his room, he put the dragon he slept in the room on his shoulder and onto a transfer formation written in the corner. The transfer formerly written in the witch's room was to go out to the first floor of the tower, but it was written after the marriage to go directly to the top floor.

The surrounding scenery changes and Oscar looks around.

The witch's room had fewer young dries than when she first came, but it was still cluttered enough. He finds his wife in the midst of a pile of magic implements, and he speaks.

"Are you all right?

"Ugh... I have no idea"

"There's too many of them. A little less."

"I still destroyed most of this..."

The magic items are stuck on the walls while maintaining subtle stability. Seeing that enormous amount, Oscar sighed. Most of what we have here is something that could not be identified or too powerful to be brought into the treasure trove of Falsus.

Tinasha, who was buried in a pile of magic fixtures being sorted out, thought it was not easy to get out, or returned next to Oscar on a short-range transfer. He strokes his head with me.

"I'm already off today, so I'm gonna help you."

"Excuse me...... you make a little tea"

"Oh."

Oscar received the gloves Tinasha had offered him as he remembered. She says it's not as good as Acacia or Sector but it's a glove that prevents the effects of magic. Tinasha adds that it is useful when a person who is not a magician touches a magic tool.

When she disappeared into the kitchen to make tea, Oscar turned back to the pile of magic fixtures with gloves on. Nark makes a small extension over his shoulder. He sorted books from what was nearby into books and figurines into figurines. Put a small box of decorative items in the cage prepared for organizing.

Oscar, who was thus continuing his sorting work, noticed that at the bottom of the piled mountain, there was a small thin wooden box. Simple That caught my eye because of the child's black fingerprints on the surface.

As Oscar reaches out and pulls through the box, the mountain sinks a little. He took it seriously.

"Blood, this"

Black marks, if you look closely, seem to be old blood solidification. When I gently opened the lid, I thought it was made of silver and contained a necklace for the age. Haven't you been enchanted to prevent degradation, or the blood was stuck to that necklace that blew away again?

If you turn back the decorative part that seems like a curse, there is something carved in the old Trudar lettering. When Oscar looked closely at his face, it said "to Aity" there. - Oscar goes without saying to his wife's childhood name.

He also knew that it was only thirteen years before she was called by that name to be a witch. And maybe why she became a witch.

Now smiling happily beside him, she came here through unimaginable suffering.

My chest hurts when I think about that past.

The fact that she had a hard time out of her reach just couldn't even be done.

With a deep sigh, he closes the lid of the box and puts it in the cage.

A small white stone box fell from the top of a pile of magic implements as I raised my face to take the next one. Oscar pulled out the box at the bottom and he lost his stability.

"Oops. Shit......"

A blue ball rolls out of the box that fell on the floor. Apparently, the sphere, made of some kind of ore, was large enough to ride flat and had a complex tattoo carved onto the surface. Oscar picks it up with a strange sense of pre-sight in the sphere.

- I've seen it somewhere. I wonder where.

It's not a tower.

Maybe... it was in the castle of Falsus.

He stares at the tattoo.

My head hurt like a stab accidentally.

of blood

The redness.

White nails.

Oscar has a headache in his face. My wife's face floated behind my brain.

"... what...?

Perhaps he was too surrounded by magic equipment to be subjected to some kind of magic.

That's when he tried to put the ball back in the box for now, but he noticed that the tattoos carved into the blue sphere were starting to shine bright white light. The pale light becomes mighty strong and eventually the sphere itself begins to glow.

- This is not good. I have to let go of my hand.

Oscar was so strongly aware, but his body couldn't move. The nark rang sharply over his shoulder.

Did you notice that voice or the light, Tinasha comes back.

"Oscar!?

When the witch noticed the situation, she reached out white with a scream. Magic gathers in its hands.

But a moment earlier than she unleashed her magic, Oscar had been swallowed by the white light emitted by the sphere.

When the light went out, there was no sphere in my hand.

Oscar looks up, wondering about it - - stunned.

That wasn't the tower room. Nowhere does he know. He was on one knee in a wide meadow surrounded by woods.

"Where is this place..."

Oscar stood up slowly, stunned, confirming the narc on his shoulder and the acacia that sat on his hips. Nark rubs his head against his husband's hand, which he has touched.

- Hey, did you get caught up in some sort of metastatic configuration before you knew it?

Oscar, who managed to think about the possibility in an attempt to calm him down, realized, however, that it was more serious.

There is no sign of a protective kingdom familiar to the body.

The composition put on by his wife was felt faintly if he was usually in his body and conscious, but now he couldn't feel it no matter how focused it was.

"Tinasha?"

Call the name of your beloved woman.

No one answers. He was alone.

"All right, let's calm down. Location confirmed. Nark, please."

Oscar ordered the dragon to change his mind. I jumped on the meadow. I can see that. It gets bigger. He put his hand on Nark's body and jumped on his back. Nark slowly begins to rise, and the ground drifts away.

Reaching a spectacular sky and looking around from the back of the dragon, Oscar realized that the landscape under his eyes looked familiar.

But I don't believe in much. He orders Naak to start flying east.

The views of the mountains and forests that have been visible after a while belonged to a slightly different but indisputable Falsus.

He looks back and stares at the meadows that have grown smaller.

"There is no tower..."

Maybe I'm dreaming.

But the meadow he was in was undoubtedly in the wilderness where the Tower of Tinasha was supposed to be - and there, it was only certain that there was no Tower now. Oscar holds the temple and thinks about it for a while.

"Nark, put me down a little near the city, please"

At the behest of his master's life, Nark took a path in the direction of a village that seemed far away. Eventually as he descends into the woods a little further from the village, the dragon returns and rides on the shoulders of the man.

Oscar walked out to the village nervously, stroking the back of the little dragon.

- - There shouldn't have been any villages here.

But now it looks like it.

When Oscar entered the village, he spoke to the woman who was selling vegetables in the street.

"I'm sorry, do you have a minute?

"Is that a traveler? Unusual."

A woman with a nostalgic smile answers in plain words. Oscar was unsure what to ask and first spoke the first question.

"What village is this?

"It's called Yabato." and the fields flourished. "

I couldn't get back to you right away. Oscar knew the name. But the settlement named Jabat was more east, and it should have been a city, not a village.

- My head hurts. But if you don't ask.

Oscar questioned the decisive question.

"Do you know what year it is now?

"What is it? Are you from another country? It's a hundred and eighty years on the Farsus calendar."

He stepped over to the illusion of darkening in front of him.

- I mean, I'm standing in the past four hundred and eighteen years ago.

To that fact, which is incredible, Oscar did not even answer the woman speaking out in wonder, but was just standing on the spot.

Roughly all of her day is spent studying.

Previously, five hours a day a teacher came and taught me all sorts of things, including magic, but since last year no one has been able to teach her anything that is too good.

For this reason, she spends most of her time studying voluntarily from books. Sometimes when I was younger, she would go outside and take me far away to play, but what she's free to do now is hardly even about herself. Only this private room and the outhouse where it is, and less than twenty adults, were everything in the world she knew.

She was taking a copy of the magic book. Stop the hand.

When I look at the clock, it's time for bed. At some point the room was completely dark and only the lamp on the desk and the moonlight pouring out the window rocked the pale light.

As she continues to head to her desk and loosens her hardened body, she begins to clean up her spread book. I looked out the window while doing it.

The windows in the room are bounded instead of vitreous. There is a white moon floating in the night sky, and not a single cloud. She narrowed her eyes and looked at it, then turned her back on the window. I thought I'd put the stacked book back on the bookshelf and head to the bunk.

But shortly afterwards, she noticed the moonlight slipping in from the outside, and she looked behind her with only her neck.

- I feel uncomfortable.

Normal people wouldn't even feel the whisper, but it did follow her consciousness.

Maybe someone broke in within the boundaries of the outhouse.

As she killed her footsteps and headed to the window, she rode herself out and looked around. But nothing has changed in the garden at night.

Am I to blame...... and still she decided to let someone know just in case. Walk out towards the door - but in its ears, a light sound of stepping on a stone sounds.

"... Huh!?

She looked back reflexively as she assembled her magical composition.

At the end of his gaze, someone is standing by the window where nothing should have happened until just now.

She instantly unleashed spear-shaped magic on that person, who was in reflex and couldn't see well.

A configuration that stuns the target in an instant if you touch it. But the magic disperses before it pierces the intruder, striking the other sword.

"Huh...?

She was stunned by the impossible. He roughs up his voice as he begins to assemble a configuration for his defense.

"Who!?

Harsh on who? What, the intruder shrugs his shoulder?

"Hit it, you got it."

and replied with a light voice.

When the man jumps inside the room, he fleshes at the girl trying to unleash magic and blocks its mouth. I pressed the flat sword I had against her belly.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Don't make a scene. I'm here for you, Tinasha."

The girl opened her eyes to surprise. I'm suspicious that a stranger called me by a name I'm not usually called.

She tried to configure herself to shake off the man's arm, but for some reason she couldn't concentrate her magic at all. I look up at the man as stunned.

- He's a man with a brilliant face.

In the same eyes as the colour of the sky, where the sun has just set, lies a sarcastic light. Unlike any adult she knew, the girl nodded as her spine tasted the cold tension in the body and its power of a man trained to fight.

The hand that was holding my mouth is released.

"You, who?

to the voice of a faintly trembling girl, the man grinned bitterly

"The man who will be your husband."

I replied.