Unnamed Memory

"Head, are you okay?

"If it's a dream, I want you to wake up soon."

Tinasha, who was untied and heard about a man named Oscar, said so in a heartfelt dismay. I frown at what I find difficult to understand.

The appearance of a very beautiful girl is, however, an unfinished beauty that lingers in the colour of her infancy. Tinasha, with her long dark hair tied to one over her head, gained momentum and sat down on a wide sleeping table. Necklace a man sitting in a wall bench. Next to the man, the little dragon was round and asleep.

"There is no law to go back to the past in magic. It's impossible."

"And I've heard of you, too. So it's a dream. Wake me up quick."

"Why me!

The man, who has been here since four hundred years, puts his legs together and stares seriously at her. Tinasha wandered over feeling uncomfortable in that gaze.

"Human life expectancy is roughly seventy years! You're actually over 400 years old to be my husband? There's another one in this day and age?

Oscar doesn't answer that question just by laughing.

He explained the brief circumstance, but laid low that Tinasha had become a witch.

Tinasha held her temples to the story of an unobtrusive man. Oscar smiles with a troubled face.

"Anyway, you're the one I'm counting on. I want to go back to the old days."

"I can't get past the time... If you put it in a magical sleep, it might last 400 years, but I can't guarantee it because a man's body is unstable and unsuitable for that kind of thing."

"Is there no other way?"

"None"

The girl who answered not so well, but saw a serious worry in the man's eyes, and he felt a chest ache. I don't know what you're thinking, but it was painful to unimpede the person who came all the way to me.

She stands up on the bunk and stands in front of the man.

"Are you in trouble?

"Trouble"

"Oh well..."

Tinasha patrolled for a while, but when she decided to, she sat next to the man.

"Well...... I'll see if I have any hands. You should stay here until then. People don't usually come here, and I don't think anyone would notice if they did invisible magic."

"Really?"

When the man breathed in relief, he held the girl's body up and let her sit on his lap. Tinasha listens back, surprised by the sudden treatment.

"True. It could take a while, okay?

"Oh. Bad."

Tinasha relieved when she saw the man smile.

I know it's obviously a suspicious story. Still, for some reason, I didn't want to disappoint him.

From the moment she became conscious, she has only lived face to face with a limited number of humans in this out-of-home room. She didn't even know that life of irreplaceable study alone could be called solitude, but she was dissatisfied with it.

- But unconscious aspirations may have accumulated somewhere little by little.

The girl, so ignorant as normal, was feeling something strangely attracted to this man who suddenly appeared.

Oscar looks at the girl next to him with a frightened face as he lays down alongside her on a wide sleeping table.

"You've been defenseless since this time..."

"It's a child... a little girl lover?

"Totally different. How many are there now?"

"Thirteen"

When asked at that age, Tinasha noticed even though Oscar was slightly stiff. I look back at the man's face in surprise.

"What?"

"No... it's nothing. Go to sleep now. You won't sleep well."

"How do you know..."

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Tinasha closes her eyes as the man pokes her head small and pointy her mouth.

I had no anxiety that I might be harmed by the first person I met.

Instead, she fell asleep in a strange fullness, feeling that this man was the one who would protect herself in the eyes that saw her, in the tenderness of the hands she touched.

Tinasha, woken by Oscar the next morning, went to the kitchen with her sleeping eyes and made breakfast for two men and herself.

In a large, deserted dining room, Oscar leans his neck as he watches the girl line up a plate on the table.

"Does a candidate for queen even do this?

"Things have been rough lately... and I could get assassinated, so I mostly started doing things around me. I've hardly met anyone but my teacher."

"That's an amazing life."

Oscar sighed with his mouth on the tea served.

He also had a busy boyhood that dawned on his studies and training, but never felt lonely like this. Someone was there all the time and kept calling out to him.

In comparison, her surroundings, the same next king, are close to silent. Oscar stared at the girl sitting across the street.

"Aren't you drenched?

"Huh? It's kind of dreary, but that's what it is, isn't it?

To the girl who asks back strangely, Oscar bores a response.

Same question as once, same answer.

That's not true, I wanted to say.

But it's going to take him another four hundred years before he really meets her.

To the clouded man, Tinasha waved in haste to show him.

"I'm fine. I'm not alone right now. I have this country. We have to study to protect the people and stand. I'm trying because I don't want any trouble in the future."

Her chest hurts when she laughs. Oscar opened his mouth to make sure he'd been thinking about it since last night.

"You, how long till your next birthday?

"Next? I have about six months..."

Oscar comes up with the answer as he eats breakfast.

It was at thirteen when she became a witch. In other words, there will be a decisive tragedy over the next six months.

"If this wasn't a dream... but"

The little squealed voice didn't seem to sound like a girl. Strange exaltations and anxieties gush in the man.

- What would happen if I could save her from tragedy?

She won't be a witch. And probably... I don't even meet myself.

But if I had stayed in this time...

Oscar laughed bitterly thinking that far.

Impossible idea. He has a people, too. And she'll be here 400 years from now.

He thought the people on the far side might be worried by now.

Tinasha, who had a well-behaved breakfast across the street, leans her neck.

"... so how did you fly in the past? Anything wrong?

"Oh......"

Oscar looked up as he was sinking into his thoughts. Reflect on what happened at the tower.

"I was sorting out magic fixtures. So there's this ball... it's blue and there's a tattoo carved on the surface. It suddenly glowed, and when I realized it was this era."

"I don't know about magic equipment like that."

"I've seen it somewhere."

"Well, remember."

"I'm trying."

Oscar closed his eyes. I do remember seeing it. But I can't really remember.

Without remembering, they split up and cleaned up, and went back to the room.

Tinasha lined up on her desk as she came out with many old and large books from a bookshelf on one side of the wall. I just sit in a chair and start looking it up from the index at the end of the roll. As she immersed herself in the task, she asked the man standing by the window looking out.

"What's your sword?

"This. This is a sword whose magic doesn't work."

To a terminal explanation, Tinasha frowned.

"There is only one wave in such a sword world. Acacia of Falsus."

"So it"

"Yep..."

Tinasha raised her face. Needle the man.

"Are you a Falsus royalty?

"Yes."

…………

Shaking her head two or three times with an unspeakable look, the girl returned to the book. In that ear, the man said, "Ah!" I hear voices.

"What?

"I remember. I saw it in the treasure trove in Falsus. It was red..."

Oscar handed over his memories as he said.

Indeed, the girl who falsely broke into the castle as an introduction to General Ettard was trying to take it away from the treasure trove. Different colors but definitely based on size and print. It's of the same kind.

I was so convinced, but Oscar had a headache.

- - I'm still forgetting something...

When I tried to explore that memory, a girl was called out.

"So you want to go to Falsus?

"... no, it does sound like my mother's shape. Not yet in Falsus in this day and age."

"Is your mother dead?

When I was a kid.

"Oh well..."

The girl shriveled visibly to see if she regretted her indignation. Oscar gently slaps his little head as he stands next to her.

"Never mind. I don't remember."

"Yeah...... sorry"

Honest words are adorable. Oscar smiled unexpectedly.

However, it is important that we have been able to proceed with the investigation. He remembers two spheres of different colors.

"Right, it wasn't in Falsus. Different colors... where did that tower come from..."

The girl leans her neck strangely. I saw a more adult, overlapping look of his wife on that face. Oscar looks back at the memorable tower room.

- - That box was on top. It was up there, which means a relatively new time of year when it was brought in.

And she moved a lot of magic equipment to the tower because...

"... a treasure trove in Trudar?

The girl who was looking up at him glances at him. But soon the expression changed to something harsh.

"I can't. I can't get in without the king's permission. And I don't trust you that much."

"Right..."

That would be no choice. Even if I tell you to stay here in the treasure trove right now, it just seems like stealing is lying for a purpose. If we don't get more credit from her, we can't step inside Trudar.

Oscar stroked the young girl's head.

"It took me a long time before..."

"Talk about what?

"Nothing"

As he smiled, Tinasha returned to the book with a suspicious face.

And it took her three hours to see all those books.

"Hey, I didn't..."

"Bad"

The girl stood up holding her painful eyes because she saw too many typescripts, leaning back to the bedroom. A man sits next to it. Tinasha had her eyes covered with her arms, but when she exhaled, she put those hands away. Look at the man's chest and point.

"Hey, what's that?

"What? What?"

"There are so many complicated curses and blessings intertwined in your body. It seems to offset and have little effect..."

"Oh, this. Do you see it?"

"Yeah."

Oscar looked at his chest, but he can't feel anything at all.

Of the two intertwined, one was by a witch who determined his life, the other by his wife. Sure, she said at the time, "I didn't exactly curse you," she said.

He smiles bitterly and slaps himself in the chest.

"You're too strong a blessing as a child. They cursed me to offset it."

"Heh... awesome. It's as skillful as I've ever seen either. Can I get some blood later? I'd like to do some analysis."

"I don't mind, is that funny?

"I like research. We have to do whatever it takes."

Oscar nodded and struck his hand when he came up with a fuss. Tinasha rounds her eyes.

"What?"

"Have you ever done a sword?

"No, sir."

"Well, I'll put an archery on it. Outside."

"Yeah, yeah."

Tinasha woke her body up with a surprising voice.

No one has ever taught her to move her body before. After a long time, it is about time to go outside and take a walk.

Oscar slapped her head gently with a laugh.

"Absolutely useful in the future. Do it."

Tinasha nodded reluctantly, finding pure goodwill in the man's eyes that sees the important one. If you decide to, you leave the room to procure the sword quickly. Living alone in the outhouse, she was able to get most of what she wanted instead.

The out-of-house woman summoned by the girl, as she was surprised to say, came with a two-waved sword for practice. Since yesterday, this girl has wanted male clothes or is very suspicious, but there is an insanity here about not interfering with what Tinasha does.

When the girl thanked her and received it, it was unusual for her to, strangely pleasantly, run down the hallway.

Two weeks have passed.

That was a strange life for each other.

The girl examines what the man asks her to do, researches if, and learns the sword.

In the meantime, he watched the girl with merciful eyes - often seemed to think of something.

Not teachers and teachers, not families, not lovers. Just certainly to the warm relationship, the girl was beginning to feel attached.

"I miss this dragon"

Tinasha laughed as she stroked the nak on her head as she was undergoing an archery in the garden. I laugh bitterly when a man lowers his sword across the street.

"I'm not used to people. I guess I can tell about you. It's a dragon I got from you."

"Really?

"Oh."

Tinasha tilted her neck.

- How dare you talk about this man and his future self being married?

Whatever you say, there's a time difference of 400 years. Probably a lie to make fun of yourself.

Still, when he tells stories about himself that he doesn't know, I get a little concerned. Tinasha toured, but he heard softly as he looked up at Oscar.

"Hey, what's the future me like?

"Good woman. You're not here."

"What is it..."

Tinasha turned sideways. There was something wrong with it.

She expects something, but strikes it off before she realizes what it is. She suppressed her loose look and swelled her cheeks.

"Marrying is a lie habit."

"Well, it would smell like a lie. But"

Oscar walked over and followed the girl's left side of her hips.

"I know there's a black kid here or something"

Tinasha glanced down at the place where she was stuck and then turned bright red.

"When did you see it!?

"Whenever they say... I'm married, so I can't help it"

"Ugh. I don't know why."

"Don't think too deeply"

Maybe that's better. Tinasha shook her head gently as she approached the labyrinth of thought.

That's when someone makes a footsteps approaching the trail. When the girl chanted briefly, she reinforced the invisible technique applied to the man.

Shortly after, it was one of the out-of-house female officers who appeared. The woman seemed nosy for a moment when she saw Tinasha's archaic clothes, but immediately politely thanked her on the surface.

"Dear Aiti, did you come to this place"

"What's wrong?

"Master Lanak is coming soon. Please return to your room."

"Ranak!? I'll be right there."

Oscar accidentally glanced at the girl, who raised her voice gladly to see it. When a woman walks away, she slaps that head.

"Is Lanak coming?

"You know what? He seems busy these days, but he comes to see me a lot."

The man's face is rugged against Tinasha, who delights innocently. He stabbed a nail in his own girl.

"Be careful. Call me if anything happens."

"Something"?

Oscar did not answer. The man who erases his expression from his righteous face sits on a large stone placed in the garden when he takes the narc away.

Tinasha leaned her neck, but rushed back to the room to support her.

Back in her own room, she wipes her hands, dresses and combs her hair.

It was almost at the same time that Lanak came along, managing to get in shape that way.

Lanak, with his long white hair wrapped around his back, is a thin boy with lines that can be seen as a girl. He smiled lightly when he saw Tinasha.

"Long time no see. Aity. How have you been?

"Yeah. And Ranak."

- I don't know what to say in a long time.

Tinasha was half nervous, half lit, just smiling and staring at him. Lanak gives her a flat box with a cloth on it.

"Yes, I'll give it to you"

"What?"

When the girl received the box and opened it, it contained beautiful silverware necklaces inside. Tinasha unexpectedly falls in love with the beautiful craftsmanship that the craftsman would have elaborated on.

I made it for you.

"Thanks......"

The girl cautiously grabbed the necklace. Turn over the decoration section and her name is carved. Tinasha put it on herself with her face down.

Lanak tilts his neck slightly and looks at the girl.

"It suits you."

"Glad to hear it."

Tinasha stared straight into Lanak's eyes as she hung up.

- Yes, I have him. And yet I can't possibly marry another man in the far future.

What Oscar says must be a joke directed at her without public knowledge. I almost believed the obvious lie.

Tinasha exhales deeply and drives out her inner confusion. She dared ignore that a touch of drizzle would still precipitate in her chest.

Ranaku walked over to the girl who looked at Ranaku with a reassuring, kitten-like eye. Touch white cheeks and mouth on forehead. Tinasha closed her eyes smiling ticklishly.

Lanak slips his hands touching his cheeks into the girl's, decorated white neck.

Lanak's eyes as he touched his hand on his thin neck that was about to break were - cold things with no emotions whatsoever.

But Tinasha has her eyes closed and she doesn't notice it.

"Aity......"

"What?"

Lanak smiled bitterly as the girl opened her eyes and looked back at him.

"Nothing."

"Really?"

"... I just got here, but I have to go today"

"Yeah......"

Tinasha dropped her shoulder just a little bit. He's been playing with her for almost as long as he used to, ever since the situation got anxious.

But I can't help it. Unlike myself, who can spend his time studying alone, I guess there's a lot to do in Lanak, the son of the current king, now that the king is asleep.

To Ranak trying to leave the room, but Tinasha called out remembering that there was.

"Ranak, wait"

"What?"

"Um... I want to go into the treasure trove..."

Ranaku looked back at each body to the abrupt favor of a girl who had been cut out for a snack. I look back at her strangely.

"Also, why?

"I'm studying magic fixtures now... so I might have the magic fixtures in the treasure trove that I'm looking into. I'd like to look..."

"Okay. I'll ask your father."

"Thanks!"

On the girl's delightful face, Lanak left the room when she laughed bitterly again.

Tinasha then drops off with the child's eyes.

After that enough, Oscar returned to the room and changed his complexion when he saw the ornament the girl was wearing.

"You, what's wrong with that?"

"Oh, I got it..."

"Take it off."

"Huh?

Tinasha raised her dissatisfaction with the sudden order. I don't know why they say that. He tells her to face the inexplicable, but the man still looks tough.

"Just take it off. Don't put it on anymore."

Lanak gave it to me.

"Don't trust that man."

"Huh..."

- That's an impossible word for her.

Tinasha had the illusion that her vision would turn bright red in anger. Slightly what has been piled up leans. The girl stood up with her lips moaned.

When is the oldest memory a person has?

For Tinasha, at least that's Lanak's smile reaching out to her.

Trouble, but happy, the hand of a child trying to hug her.

Only that hand has always supported her alone.

I don't know anything. I've been leading her forward.

The girl feels mild dizziness and grips both fists.

"... you don't know about Ranaku..."

"Tinasha, he can't. I'll hurt you."

"What do you know!?

The last drop rocked her easily. The passion crosses the limits into words.

The spill surprised Tinasha herself with her mouth, but she couldn't stop her already. The girl scratches her brunette hair and screams as the turbulence that kept fastening broke.

"I don't... Huh! Because! Only Lanak understood me! He's the only one who looked right at me! There's nobody else! If it weren't for him, I'd really be alone!

It's been years since I've screamed like a young child.

I'm not sure myself what I'm trying to say.

Just twitching and rambling - but she was accidentally hugged.

Tinasha punches a tough man in the chest.

"Get off me! Idiot!"

But Oscar didn't loosen his arm no matter how beaten he was. Tinasha even curses herself and the world as she punches him in the face.

That's how she punctuated herself... how long she was whimpering and crying instead of cursing.

I don't know what's sad or hard.

Still, only zero falling hot tears wet her cheeks and the chest of the man holding her.

Oscar gently strokes the head of the girl who cries as she leans her head against her body.

"- It's okay. You will not be alone. I promise. You'll get to me. I can be happy."

Tinasha did not answer. I can't stop crying.

But now that the words only felt as if they were true, she closed her eyes to the voice of a man gently sinking into her chest as if she were going to fall asleep.

As he lay the girl on the sleeping table, tired of crying and falling asleep, Oscar sat beside her and sighed.

I can't do it at all. It's just weird. When it comes to burying her loneliness sooner or later, it's not ten or twenty years. Four hundred years from now. Oscar leans down because he doesn't know how to do it.

- - He actually had something that I've been wondering about.

That is, if this is real, when will "now" be?

Are we all waiting for him to return worried in the original times? It's already different from its original past, such as Tinasha meeting herself as a girl. I think that's an important question, when "now" is over time, whether we're going to get to this world where we're born, or whether we're going to branch out and get to another world that looks a lot like it.

Oscar, who began to think with his fingers on his jaw, went to the memory of hearing a similar story. Most of the time, his wife told me about it as a bedtime story. She herself said she heard that at Fort Minnedart. - The story was about a swordsman who had traveled back in time to save his mother.

The swordsman in the story said he helped his mother, also knowing that he would no longer be born as a result of intervening in history. My wife laughed at that time, "This can't be happening, but you're doing well," but if that was the true story...

Oscar glanced slightly pale at the face of the girl sleeping next to him.