Unnamed Memory

The first view was flourishing with the refinement of his strange species.

Young people rarely look around the streets with many white walls and the various magical tattoos found on signs everywhere. The clothing of the people who went was not so different from that of their neighbors, but the proportion of people dressed in magic unique to this country, connected up and down, was scattered around one in ten. If that's all really magicians, then surely there are more than a few times as many magicians in this country as there are in other countries.

He turns an intriguing eye to the state of the neighboring country where the transfer was combined with the horse. Behind it, a servant, childhood tame, drowned his head disappointingly.

"I feel heavy, Your Highness..."

"What. I don't actually like being called Your Highness."

"I don't care about that, now, don't say it"

The young man looks back at his squire with a frightened face.

"He said he didn't like you going to the witch, so he must have come this way. Why don't you just be a little more positive?"

"I did say it! So why do you have Acacia? What would you do if you were taken as hostile!

"Somehow. Be careful."

A magician man next to him slapped the shoulder of a squire man who would fall into a light response.

"Lazar, you should give up. He's already here."

"Ugh."

Lazar looked up. I can see the white stone royal palace in front of me.

They stood in the castle capital of Trudar, a kingdom called the Magic Power and boasting of its skill and power.

A lightly dressed young man who hides his identity taps his own pocket lightly.

"Well, my dad wrote me a letter of introduction, so I'll be fine"

"Go ahead and say it! I thought you were suddenly visiting!

"No, all of a sudden it's sudden. I remembered yesterday."

"Let's make promises in advance, at least!

Leaving two people in an irreplaceable conversation, the magician man begins negotiating with the guard soldier as he heads to the castle gate. Eventually the man looked back to see if he had talked.

"Your Highness, he seems to be fine. Let's go."

"Help, Doan"

"Somewhat facial..."

Doan, a magician, has been studying magic at the Royal Palace in Turdar for about two years now. There are still many people who know each other, and this time they are accompanied in anticipation of it. He thanked his husband and followed. I groan all over my chest looking at Prince Wang's back.

- - I hope we can work this out here...

Doan remembers a curse story he heard on the road. Whoever serves the Pharsus royal family will be astonished. The curse was hung by a witch.

Trudar certainly does not magically allow other countries to follow him. But it was a story of a country unit, and he knew that even the king of Trudar, if he put it in the power of an individual, was no match for a witch with only three people in the world.

Still, I can't help but have expectations.

Dealing with witches is synonymous with despair.

Despite the sudden visit, King Karste of Turdar immediately put them through one of the halls.

That would be because the references they brought came from the king of Falsus, a neighbor and the largest nation on the continent.

Calste, who greeted them with a smile, was king of his age with King Falsus. Much younger than other countries, he is a gentle-faced man with a soft waist and a sense of intelligence. When he paid people and was consulted about the curse, he created a tannic surface to give back the youth of the day.

"What are you saying about this even though you seem to be folding corners, but you can't always break something called a curse. Especially if it's not strictly a curse."

When Karste says so, he briefly explains how the curse works. In summary, it became impossible to solve it first.

In contrast to Lazar, who becomes a bright blue face, his husband hears with a seemingly flat face. Doan suffered a headache when he felt like he was going to say "then go to the witch for now" when he kind of left here.

"So theoretically, if you're a demon-resistant woman, or maybe you can stand it,"

"I see. It's helpful"

Upon finishing the explanation, Karste looked at the line with regret, but noticed the sword carried by the young man and blinded his eyes.

"The sword..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Because it's something I usually have. It's a sword called Acacia passed down to Falsus."

Lazar was on the side, so I should have put it down, but he ignored it.

Karste has been thinking about it for a while, but gets up all the time as if he's determined to do something.

"Can you follow me for a second? That curse, I can't do anything about it, but maybe I can do something about it. Quite unlikely......"

In the words of King Trudar, who was badly toothed, the three looked at each other in surprise.

The three entered the back of the royal palace about the king and went down the stairs to the basement several times.

Eventually we head out into a long underground passage. After a short walk down an unpopular aisle, it had become a large stone hall ahead. In a circular hall, a dozen statues are placed in a circular shape.

Doan looks around at them, which are all intricately made, and he gives an exclamation.

"Hey, is this the statue of the Spirit of Trudar?"

"Yeah. Unused spirits show up here. But embarrassing story, no king has been able to serve the Spirit, including me, for the last hundred years or so. Once upon a time, this country laid down a system of choosing kings by force, but since it changed to inherit them by blood, the kings' own magic has not been so drained."

Karste said so with a self-derisive smile. Doan nods awkwardly, counting the number of statues.

But the Spirit of Trudar is supposed to be twelve in all. If the king is not serving, where the hell is the last one?

He wondered, but I can't hear him just stepping in that far. Even while he is doing so, Karste proceeds and stands straight past the center of the hall in front of the door opposite him. The door on the front of the aisle that came in was a small piece of white stone, with intricate tattoos carved on the surface.

The king of Trudal looks back at the three.

"That's all I can show you. Nobody's been in here for a long time."

"It's also...... why?

"Come on...... all I can say is because you're not invited. So if you move on from here, you might be able to handle the curse."

The young man tilted his neck at the story of not getting the guidelines. Confirm the lower back acacia.

Maybe there's some nasty magic trick to seeing this sword and bringing this story up. The only sword in the world with absolute magic resistance, he saw Karste with mild suspicion.

"Why are you doing this? It's a serious curse, but it's about other countries."

Hearing his candid words, the king laughs bitterly. Stepping aside from the front of the door, he looked at the intricate tattoo.

"Well... if you were able to go ahead, it would have beneficial consequences for our country. Does that mean we're each other?"

The king's words don't seem to make sense. The young man nodded suspiciously. Stand in front of the door.

- In the end, I can't say anything without trying something like this.

Aware of his lesser curiosity, he pushed the white door.

against the young man, who knocked over the open door without difficulty, but neither his squire nor his magician could go from there. Doan groans halfway.

"I don't see any configuration... I just think the bond is stretched"

Karste seeps his surprise into his face and stares at the young man who stood across the door.

"I don't know what it is, so be careful"

"I remember the liver."

When he put it that way, he started walking alone in the long hallway. The hallway darkens as the door drifts away.

Eventually, when the door became a point of light far away, he stopped in front of the new door. Its doors at the end of the hallway are engraved with a tattoo on a white surface, just as they were earlier.

The young man pushed open the stone door as he hung his hand on his hips sword. Bright light floods the aisle.

As he looked inside as he narrowed his eyes to the glare, the inside was a square large room with high ceilings. Look indoors with no furniture or anything. The youth cease to believe. - On the gray stone floor, there was a dragon big enough to occupy half the room, round and asleep.

On the red dragon's body, a red-haired girl sits down and reads a book. To the sight that he did not anticipate, the young man also forgot to pull out his sword and stood on the spot.

You noticed the signs of the visitor, the girl looks up all the time. I looked at his face and tilted my neck.

"That's a year early, isn't it? But I wonder if that means I could have come."

When the girl closes the book, she slaps the dragon's head unconstitutionally.

"Nark! Wake up! I don't know your face!

The dragon slowly raised its head because of the pounding. The girl jumps off its back with the lightness of something that doesn't hold her weight. The dragon's closed eyelids opened and both eyes, like flames, stared at him.

"... Huh!

The youth reflexively pulled out Acacia.

I didn't think there was a dragon in the basement of the castle. I wonder if I could win once, and the tension is all over my body.

The dragon stared at him for a while, but accidentally distorted its contours. As it quickly shrinks to the size of an eagle, it flies toward him with a bouncing voice.

The young man also thought about slashing it off, but he doesn't have any hostility. As he reached out his left hand with hesitation, the dragon passed the hand and stopped on his shoulder. The girl laughs when she sees a dragon that clings to the young man's head like a cat.

"Oh, I knew you were? Fine then. Go ahead."

With that word, a door appeared on the back wall where nothing had ever happened before. Looking at the third white door, the young man takes his breath. The signs you feel from a girl are not of a normal human being. First of all, from being in a sealed space like this, I guess it's not the only one.

He asks the girl.

"Who are you?

"I'm the watchman here. But you don't care about me."

When the girl stood by the door, she bent her knees with a playful trick.

"Go ahead, there's no treasure in the world."

- - I don't know what that means. I feel like I've been caught in smoke since just now.

The young man stood in front of the door according to the girl's words, while dissatisfied with the matter.

The door opens in the back on its own, even though you haven't even touched it.

A soft light filled the tip of the white door. Youth unexpectedly doubt their own eyes.

Despite the underground, the interior is covered with grass as short as it can be seen. The grey stone wall was visible to the left and right of the door, but the back of the room was blocked by the blue trees and it was not known what was going on.

View as if you trapped the garden on the ground in a large room as it was. I can hear the water.

"What is this place..."

I thought it was an illusion, and the youth took a step forward, but the grass feel was real. The wind strokes his cheek. The same wind rocked the gauze over the lid behind the room.

- Is there a sleeping area like this?

When in doubt, he proceeds with caution.

I can see all the details as I approached it. It certainly seemed like a sleeping area.

The young man stood right next to the white sleeping table with the acacia in his hand that remained unplugged. Avoid the gauze with your hands nervously. And I held my breath.

There was one woman asleep there.

Are the supine women eighteen or nine years old? Long dark hair, lustrous as silk, spreads over the cloth.

The skin was clear as a white magnet and the large, closed eyelids had long eyelashes with shade.

nose beams and small red lips that passed high. The shapes are as delicate and beautiful as if the sculptor had spent his life creating them. He had never seen a more impressive woman before. I'm sorry my eyes are closed. I wanted to make sure what color it was.

The cheeks are white, but not so much bloody. Concerned and watching if he was alive or dead, he could see his chest slightly up and down under the white dress.

He sits back on the edge of his bedroom looking at the woman.

I don't know if I can wake you up or if you will. Still, I knew this room was for her.

- Then is she the key to fighting the curse?

Or maybe the "powerful woman who can withstand the curse" Karste used to say is her.

The young man reached out his empty left hand and touched her cheek.

Skin with a smooth feel does have temperature.

Trying to tap him gently as he was, he let go of his hand when he noticed his long, black lashes swayed. Slowly the lid rises.

Underneath it were deep black, dark eyes.

My eyelashes go up and down several times.

His eyes, reminiscent of the abyss, captured him as he wandered through the universe.

- It's a willing eye.

He's just a little surprised by that.

The woman woke her upper body with her arms around her, twisting a thin twist, in an ambiguous motion reminiscent of her dreams.

My gaze stays on him the whole time. Youth wonder what to say. I had the illusion that I was going to be captured by dark eyes.

When the woman gets up, she stretches out her white supple arms to him.

He hesitated to shake it off. But he was distracted by the signs of the dragon flying over his shoulder. Meanwhile, both arms of the woman wrap around his neck.

That's how she deposited her luxurious cum with him, with a hot voice that seemed to cry out

"Oscar......"

whispered.

The young man, who lost himself for a moment to the warm feeling of the woman, was, however, slightly called by her own name. Peel off that body with one hand and stare at her.

"Who is it? How do you know my name?"

I felt a broken light dwelling in my dark eyes.

But it disappears to melt right in. He frowned, but maybe it was a mistake to look.

The woman smiled a little lonely as she pulled her body and escaped from his hand.

"Because I am a magician"

"A magician? What are you doing here?"

"I was asleep."

When she says so, she holds her temples flat in her hands. You haven't woken up clearly yet, I shook my head two or three times.

"Ugh... what year is it now?

"Five hundred and twenty-six years, if the Farsus calendar is all right. If Trudar..."

"Six hundred and fifty-three years, then."

The woman slipped and moved over the sleeping table, and as she arrived next to him, she sat down on the edge and lowered her legs. Trying to stay up, but the next moment I sit on the grass with my butt cake.

Oscar shrugged, pulling up with her arms supported.

"What are you doing?"

"I haven't walked in a long time... so my muscles shouldn't be fading"

When he grinned bitterly at her blushing as if she was embarrassed, Oscar put Acacia back in the sheath. Hold her body up with both hands. It's unusual lightness as if it's stuffed with wings.

"So, where do you want to go? I haven't heard your name in a while."

When she blinds her dark eyes, she floats a pranky light there.

"My name is Tinasha. Nice to meet you."

Oscar smiled as the woman smiled brightly as a flower.