Unnamed Memory

The smell of tea has reached the ceiling of the office.

On a mild climate afternoon, Oscar glanced at the cup he had received as he put his mouth on it.

"Delicious."

"Thank you"

Tinasha, who brewed the tea, smiled in white magic. The hand holds a vial of vitreous. Oscar sent a candid compliment to the woman cleaning up the tea utensil.

"As much as I want you to brew it every day."

"Whenever this is about it"

"Don't let the princess of another country make you some tea!

"Shut up, Lazar."

Tinasha chuckled when she saw Lazar looking disgusted. She came to get Oscar's blood for analysis, and she made tea on behalf of Lazar, who was buried in the papers.

Oscar doesn't seem to like to let the ladies do what's around him, and most of the time he does it himself or Lazar does it. I guess the work is concentrated from time to time on young people serving this king prince for reasons of childhood tampering. Tinasha hurriedly waved her hands at Lazar, who bowed her head in regret.

"Um, don't worry too much. I'm just a little bit of a magician, and I'm not a born man."

"You were a spiritualist."

"For once, it's spiritual magic you use a lot."

Even Oscars who are not familiar with magic know that spiritualists fall into a special category among magicians. Spirit magic, which can have far greater effects than other magic, but when it loses its purity, the consuming magic used to construct it jumps.

They used to think purity was more simply a condition, but nowadays its relevance is also largely apparent. Theoretically, spiritual magic can be used even if the magic is enormous or if the composition doesn't fly away, but it's not a bad magician to put in that exception.

- - What about fulfilling her?

Since King Trudar is so obsessed with the next queen that he is obsessed with his son's wife, it is reasonable to assume that he is a magician of considerable power. It's just that Oscar had never seen her use magic yet.

She said being born isn't a good idea, but seeing that standing behavior is clearly uppermost educated. It's called sleeping in the basement of a castle, it shouldn't be of normal origin. Oscar stopped working and then watched him. Tinasha apparently didn't notice his gaze, leaving the room as she thanked him with a graceful trick with a nostalgic smile on her face.

Returning to childhood care and the two, Oscar leaked his thoughts by putting on his cheek cane.

"I don't know, you're a woman I can't grasp. Sometimes you look terrible like a child."

"Really?

Lazar tilted her neck. I've never felt that way, but it seems different for his husband. Oscar looked at the door she had closed and went, looking bored, but took a gentle breath and went back to work.

Returning to his chamber, Tinasha began analyzing the problem when he stood in front of a water basin installed in the centre. It takes about three hours to extract the composition of the blessings cast on the Oscars. I then began to compare it to the composition chart that I had written down four hundred years ago.

"Good...... looks the same"

Tinasha relieves herself and pulls out her shoulder strength. If it wasn't the same, it wouldn't be around six months. If I was bad, I might not have been able to curse it for the rest of my life.

- But the problem is coming.

From now on, she must read the relative blessings and curses on her own at the same time. I couldn't forbid to sigh when I thought of the endlessness of the technology and the difference between my powers. Still, I also feel a tingling excitement.

- No matter how far away you are, you're bound to get there. Try to catch up.

When she smiled invincibly, she began to chant toward the composition.

Carla was walking early enough down the hallway of the castle, which was completely dark.

Being a woman who could be used for Castle Farsas, she was organizing a warehouse where dishes were stored all day today, but it was night when she unexpectedly ate time to work and noticed.

At night, more than half of the castles return to their quarters or to their homes outside the castle, except for magicians and soldiers who live in the castle, who are only female officers on duty. As she walked down the unpopular hallway to her colleagues' waiting quarters, she looked out the window without a trace. - - A little at that moment.

Under a tree in the outer courtyard of the castle stood a blackened man looking up at the castle.

I don't think there's anyone out there who's not even a soldier around at this hour. Obviously suspicious. A war ran over Carla's back.

- I have to let someone know about this.

Carla ran out thinking so, but looked back out the next window to check on the man again. And freeze.

"Huh..., why?

It is only a couple of seconds that I have looked away.

But no one stood under the tree anymore.

What the hell was that man just now? I felt I had seen something I shouldn't have seen, and Carla ran back to her quarters holding down her mouth, which was about to scream. That's how she gets to the room, wakes up her colleagues who were about to fall asleep and hurries to tell her earlier story.

But... - Carla died a mysterious death three days after that.

And some time after that day, the castle will have strange rumors.

In the morning, Tinasha, who was listening to a magician's lecture, went back to her room when it was over and proceeded with the analysis. Think in front of the water basin, arm in arm.

I feel like I'm lying on my sleeping table thinking about every single one of the configurations. But it feels so good that the moment I come up with that answer is paralyzed. That's one of the reasons she likes research.

It's a very exciting task to put together new configurations, organize them, and analyze existing ones. My head gets cleaner. The technology is sharpened.

Maybe the story that being fond is a shortcut to improvement is true. It wasn't just that enormous amount of magic she was pulling out as a queen, it was also her constitutive skills.

Tinasha raised her face to the sound of a light bell as she peered into the water basin without being slightly moving. Reach out to the finishing clock you placed in the nearby chair to stop the sound. I tend to forget to sleep when I'm obsessed, so it's what I was setting up, but it seems like three hours had passed sometime. She chants and fixes on the composition.

"Well, then... would you like to see me?"

When she finally held the book back to the library beside her, she left the room to make tea for Oscar.

"They have windows where you can see ghosts."

Oscar, in the line of duty, glanced coldly at Lazar, who lurked his voice as he said, afraid. Raise the pen you had and give it back exactly like that.

"You, if you're going to bring it anyway, make it a funnier story. There's no way there's a ghost."

"That sounds true, doesn't it? It seems to be one of the windows on the third floor."

Where's the third floor?

It's from the castle.

"Huh!?

I didn't think you meant this castle. Oscar shouts out a frightened voice. When I opened my mouth to ask Lazar what it meant, the door to the room was knocked. When I reply, a beautiful magician with dark hair comes in.

"Excuse me."

Tinasha, thanking her, smiled as she looked up. The smile is enough to glorify the air in the room, and Oscar is also attached and smiles bitterly. Lazar opened her mouth to continue the conversation to her and the master who looked at it as she began her tea patronage.

"So, actually,"

"Wait."

"There's a dead man because of the ghost... Huh?

"I told you to wait..."

Oscar frowned on a topic he couldn't stop.

Many women do not like to talk about this. I didn't want Tinasha to hear it, not to mention that I would not like it extra in a castle in another country that has just come, but it is already too late.

But Tinasha continued to support her tea with a flat face. You noticed Oscar's gaze, she smiles bitterly as she looks back.

"There's no such thing as ghosts. The spirit cannot exist without the flesh, and the soul is a way of being a nucleus of living flora and fauna. Essentially, if you die, you will disperse naturally."

Lazar circled her eyes at the sagging answer from the magician.

"But I hear a lot about ghosts..."

"That's mostly demonic or magical stuff, isn't it? Even if you magically retain a lost soul, it won't retain its personality or form."

"Really..."

Lazar has the look of a stirred up relief and regret. Relieved that Tinasha was very sensible, Oscar decided to ask him again to follow up on childhood training.

"Just tell me more. Are there dead people out there?

"I'm out. I'm a woman by the name of Carla. Anything. She saw a ghost in the castle yard about a week ago. So, three days after I told everyone about it, I suddenly died a strange way. Since then, when I look out that window at night, I can see ghosts..."

"Well, where do I go from here?"

Oscar held the temples with the back of the pen he was using to sign.

There's so much talk about frigidity, but if there's a dead man out there and rumors are spreading, we can't just leave him alone. First, we'll pack it in the order in which we talked about it.

"Why are you a ghost when you're black?"

"That's what happened when I looked through the next window a couple of seconds later and it was already gone..."

I don't care what you think. You're suspicious.

"Well, I guess so."

To his grumpy husband, Lazar hammers him as he stretches his face. Tinasha poured tea into the cup with a dull laugh. I keep pointing out, remembering a little uncomfortable with that laugh.

"So, what's a funny way to die?"

"He said he suddenly threw up blood and died of some suffering. I also gave the magician an autopsy because it was a suspicious death, but there was nothing suspicious."

"Hmm."

"Do you have any bodies left? Shall I take a look?

That's what I said, Tinasha, handing the cup to Oscar.

Two men keep an eye on her for remarks that don't suit a beautiful magician. Tinasha glanced around at the gaze.

"Uh, did you say something strange?

"No... if you can..."

"Yes, he said the body has been handed over to the surviving family, but if we go to the lab, there might be blood or something left."

She smiles to say thank you to the pully Lazar words. Seeing that adorable trick, Oscar, however, had an inner frown.

- It's a woman I can't really grasp.

I don't even know her previous history at all, if you think about it. I haven't asked because I don't seem to want to tell you, but maybe I've had some experience tearing up an outdoor training area.

Oscar sighed unnoticed. When I sign the papers, I stare at Lazar once more.

"So? What's the last thing about seeing a ghost through that window!

"Don't be angry...... that's the rumor. I think a woman would know which window..."

"You're responsible for the investigation?

"Hino."

Lazar shrugged her neck. I don't want to investigate a case like that if they tell me there are no ghosts or anything.

To a childhood tame who was likely to escape, Oscar threw a round of miswritten paper. The paper falls to the floor when it hits Lazar's head with a pitiful face.

"Well, I guess I can't do that to you. Any idea who the magician who did the autopsy was?

"Master Kum and... I think he was a magician named Rita"

"Then let the magician and Doan do it. If Tinasha wants to confirm the autopsy, I'll write the papers."

"I'll do it"

"Then please"

When Oscar briefly wrote the investigation order on the new paper, he handed it to Lazar. I finally get a paragraph so I put my mouth on the cup of tea. Nice scented hot air tickled his face and he narrowed his eyes. When I take a sip and the scent crosses my lungs, I feel tired.

Oscar looked up at Tinasha, remembering that there was a fuss.

Speaking of which, you need to eat too much lunch. The girls were in trouble.

"Um, excuse me"

Tinasha shrugs her shoulders like a scolded child. Oscar laughed at the trick, but tightened his mouth. Her lack of submission makes me unable to grasp the sense of distance.

Regarding the tone, and even to her, the princess of another country, Oscar once tried to cure it to polite language, but she had refused because she herself was not comfortable with it. At that time he, too, had already heard quite a lot of mouth when we first met, so I thought it would be gratifying to hear her offer, but perhaps we should have drawn a few more lines between each other. Instead, I'm letting myself be called aside, but every time her crystal clear voice called her name, Oscar couldn't help but recall a strange encounter in the basement.

Tinasha tilted her neck as she fingered her jaw with a graceful but unusual trick.

"Hi. You forget when you're obsessed with analysis, right? I'm fine because I'm eating in the morning and at night."

"I don't have to pack my roots so bad... are we going badly?

"Ugh... the speed is slow, but it's going right. I have some knowledge that I have to purchase..."

"Right."

"Just in case I have a baby, don't worry"

The remark focuses on her with the flashing gaze of two men.

Tinasha seemed surprised to round her eyes, not knowing why she could be seen with such eyes.

"What, did you say something strange?

"No..."

Oscar got stuck in words and put his head on. I see the lassard solidifying over there. "Don't worry," he said, opening his mouth to say something to her for now, not knowing how it was going.

"If that happens, King Trudar is going mad."

"And if you say so, I will be king. I won't let you complain. Whether it's national or not, you don't have to marry me to have kids. I will take proper responsibility for that curse."

Very divided answer.

Oscar gets rather impressed when he hears that. It's not even a rare idea for a royal family with a lot of political marriages, but what she said, being a woman, was a little surprising.

- But there's something subtly strange about what she said.

Oscar spoke the question.

"You won't be responsible. You didn't call me."

"It doesn't matter if you called, but if you're cursed... it's still my responsibility. Maybe. But I'm also sorry to put my blood in with it, and please wait for the analysis"

Tinasha closed her eyes and smiled.

That smile, which somehow made her feel distant, had made her look like a lonely one.

"Huh," Lazar breathed as Tinasha exited the room.

"You're something amazing."

"Didn't that ever get an education as a royalty? You have a weird liver."

I get the impression that I'm so stained that I'm unquestionably ready for it.

But at the same time, Oscar was a little concerned that he was looking lightly at his own worth. If you're going to be queen, you should fix that there. A king is also a symbol that should support the people.

He looked at Lazar as he turned the pen with his finger. Being also a childhood trainer, his squire is looking back at him with such a bitter face that he stabbed a nail. In response to that gaze, he smiled badly at people.

"Yeah, if you're saying so, I'll have it born."

"Absolutely not! Don't try to use the last resort first!

I knew it! Lazar exclaimed with the look on his face.

Oscar waves, laughing up and laughing at the response as expected.

"It's a joke. I don't hate women who are just beautiful, but I'm not interested."

In spicy words, Lazar clouds his expression through relief.

"You say terrible things. I thought Your Highness liked him."

"I know it's funny, but I'm not sure yet. Besides, he didn't even look at me."

"Really?

"Yes."

I can see that in her eyes.

Oscar stopped talking there seemingly uninterested, taking the cup of tea with one hand and the next paperwork.

Tinasha returned to her room and proceeded with the analysis to a good point before visiting the lab where the magicians were. I thought it was about time Lazar contacted me about Tinasha's involvement.

Looking into the room, Kum, the magician, greeted her. The magnificent magician strokes her glossy head and gives her a compliment.

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

"No, this is the one who offered to answer too much. Forgive me."

Next to Kum, a young woman named Rita bowed her head. She must be the magician in charge of the autopsy by name. Rita turns to Tinasha with a faint grin that makes people seem good.

Kum brought three vials from the back of the room.

"It's the blood, the contents of the stomach, the skin."

Tinasha took them without any resistance. I once stood on the front as a queen. I'm not even as upset as this. I've seen tragic bodies, and I've done magic myself to kill people.

As the magicians watch, Tinasha starts chanting when she opens each vial. The surroundings were breathtaking to the sight of complex configurations being poured out one after the other.

The beautiful Turdar magician looked at the three vials half-eyed when the chant was over, but eventually asked Rita as she raised her face.

"How did it go with the body?

"Oh, uh... I threw up blood and my eyes were open. They scratched their own bodies and had skin and blood on them, and nail marks on their throats and chests."

"Did you see your head?

"Ah, head?

"It's scalp. As soon as he died, did you see it?

"Yes, no, I haven't seen it..."

Kum raised his voice on behalf of Rita, who replied bickering.

"Have you noticed anything?

"Maybe it's magic medicine. It's pretty old, but I know it."

Listening to what she has to say, tension runs into the room.

Rumors spread that there would be ghosts in the castle, etc. because the first autopsy did not detect magic drugs. If that's because of magic drugs, the story changes a lot.

Tinasha looked around with a bitter smile and took them with a lid on the vial of the collection.

"Can I borrow you for a second? Extract traces of magic medicine to identify the creator."

"How can you spot the creator!?

"Oh, that, are you hanging up? This technology."

"I've never heard of it before......"

Seeing the response of the grumpy cum and other magicians, Tinasha cursed herself in her heart for her breadth.

Ever since I woke up, I've been desperate to study to fill a four-hundred-year blank period, but still often it's not in my books. It's not like we can figure out everything that's happened in the history of magic research so far. Her configuration was to identify the creator of the magic drug, a technique that was once one of the most hidden in Trudar that only a few could use.

That said, I thought it would be widespread after four hundred years because it's a convenient technique, apparently the other way around. Tinasha suffered a headache in front of her focused gaze.

- - We'll have to manage to deceive you here. Instead, you just have to take this backwards.

Tinasha grinned and said, "It's my stunt," pushing off the cum wanting to hear more about it.

And when I borrowed the collection, I left the lab behind to escape about Doan and Rita, who said they were going to investigate the window in question.

"Ho, can you really figure it out or something? Or were there signs of magic pills..."

On her way to the hallway where the windows were, Rita stood in awe. If that's the case, it could also be a liability issue for her, so I guess I'm anxious.

Tinasha smiles gently at her.

"Maybe I can't help it because people I don't know can't even get traces of the medicine. I just know a couple of magic drugs that don't leave a trace. If you suspect them from the beginning, you will find some trace. - Do you know what Maseira is?

Instead of Rita with her eyes rounded, Doan, who was walking next door, replied.

"No, I don't know. Is that the magic drug that was used?

"Maybe. Well, I don't know if I need to do some more digging."

Tinasha smiles bitterly and stops talking. While doing so, the three of them walked into the hallway on the third floor.

"Well, which window is it?"

Rita looks in turn as she touches the window for a small run, alone.

Tinasha and Doan checked the window as they walked relaxed afterwards. It takes about half an hour for Doan to see nearly a hundred windows in total. He sighed at the light fatigue and watched Tinasha.

"Nothing in particular..."

"Right."

"Wouldn't it be nice if it wasn't for the night?

The two of them tilt their necks at Rita's thought.

I certainly don't hear much talk about ghosts coming out during the day. But suppose there really is a ghost.

Doan, who didn't believe him, gave him a troublesome look, but he pushed it away in front of Tinasha.

"Then we'll look around the outside and the windows at night. Soldiers ask outside, so it's me and Rita inside..."

"Wow, is that me!? I'm a ghost is a little... oh, my stomach. Aitata."

She shows Doan staring at Rita with cold eyes, holding her belly down. Tinasha went into arbitration laughing ridiculously.

"Well, it's night, and if you don't have any help, you can be replaced by some man."

To the words of the beautiful princess, Doan nodded, thinking a little.

No matter how much ghost noise is caused, it won't be something you want to welcome for a woman to look around with a man at night. And Rita seems to have been a big part of it anyway. Someone better bring in another human being.

When Tinasha broke up with the two of them returning to the lab there, she stopped by the office again and went back to her room.

At midnight when the day changed, Doan was taking with Carve to look around the window of the problem.

I've been here every hour since dinner to see it, but so far there's nothing strange about it. Sometimes even looking out the window, the lights held by soldiers around are just shaking.

"I thought rumors were rumors."

Carve tilts his neck at the shoulder-clamping door.

"No, I thought the princess said magic pills were used, didn't she? What an amazing technique to locate a producer. Can you tell me..."

"If magic drugs were used, it could be just a murder. That's what we're waiting for."

Doan recalls what Princess Trudar looks like.

A woman of terrible beauty and magic. But she is not the daughter of the present king.

Then who the hell is it? He's never seen another woman with that much power.

"You're not a witch..."

A small squeal in his mouth burst into his ear, but accidentally. The two face each other.

It's in the castle from the direction and distance you hear. I sensed that. They rush out silently.

With this sound, the sleeping castle was to be awakened in a hurry.

Not long before Doan heard the explosion, Tinasha was sleeping in her own room. On the desk is placed a vial of borrowed sampling.

In a dark room where only the master's sleep could be heard slightly, one intruder was killing his breath and asking how he was doing. Because the door was tight, it entered through a window that was opened by ventilation.

The intruder looked at the bedroom to make sure Tinasha slept well, then headed to the desk in the back. Take the vial placed on top. The intruder breathed softly on his shoulder, putting them in the moonlight and checking inside. Stop by an open window just like you did when you came in.

But the moment I reached for the window, there was a bond stretched out there. Magic lights light up the room.

"It's easy to understand. You should twist some more."

The voice of a woman like a shudder.

When the intruder looked at the bedroom in amazement, Tinasha was sitting there with her feet together. She laughs just at her lips.

"If you have something to say, I'll ask, right?

In Tinasha's eyes, whose neck was tilted rather, but with an icy chill.

And one woman stood beside it at some point.

Meredith, a martial officer, is pulling out her sword and staring at the intruder.

"Mage Rita, let me explain what you mean"

That's what Meredith said as she pointed her cut at the intruder.

"Is there a killer among the magicians?

"Probably."

Before returning to his room, Tinasha, speaking up to the office, affirmed Oscar's words. Explain the details.

"I think it was a magic drug called Maseira that was used to kill him. I thought this one was hanging up on us, but I'm stunned. - Actually, there was a serial murder in Turdar four hundred years ago that used this, and the symptoms are roughly the same as the victim's this one. I have black spots on my scalp as soon as I die, but it's hard to tell when I have hair. The most important feature is that the magic drug trail can be erased if you apply the technique found on the corpse. Instead, the composition of the person who put it on to erase remains slight, but it is also fine, and it is not harmful to people, so it is overlooked."

"You mean someone from the magician erased traces of the magic drug"

"It will."

Oscar sighed, relying on his back. This would have ended in mere suspicious death without Tinasha. He thanks for that first.

Lazar, looking blue and listening, pinched his mouth.

"Well, who is it?"

"I generally have a star on me, but I think you'll find out soon enough. Because in front of the magicians, I've said I can identify the maker of the magic drug. They'll either kill me or take back my collection."

Lazar opened her mouth gently to Tinasha smiling thinly. Oscar is sighing at his desk.

"Why are you saying that..."

"I thought you were sure."

"Don't flatter yourself. If anything happens, it's a big problem."

"I'm confident you'll do well."

I laughed and wanted to yell at her waving, but Oscar barely enjoyed it. When I manage to quiet my anger, I open my mouth.

"Let me switch with someone"

"I can't. My magic is unique. Mage, you can deal with them."

"... put on an escort"

"Okay. Please."

Tinasha responded sneerily on the surface, noting that Oscar was beginning to emit disturbing air. Give out your inner tongue.

He had his cheekstick on his desk like he was ever tired, but he opened his mouth in doubt.

"So, can you identify the producer and the others?

"I can't. Because there are no more traces of the medicine itself. It's just a trap."

- I thought you were a woman I couldn't grasp, but you have a good personality.

How can I grow up like this in this year? I was a little curious, but I felt like I was about to get swept up, and Oscar stopped thinking about it any more.

Rita, with her sword pointed at Meredith, looked pale and looked back at the two women. Then stare at the vial in your hand.

She hesitated for a while, but when she looked up as if she had decided to, she threw the vial toward Meredith. Scream along with composition.

"Something in shape, burn it down!

A whirlpool of flames rolls out of Rita's hand, heading for the two of us.

Meredith, stretching out her hand to receive the vial, hastily embraced and sheltered Tinasha next door. But the flames are blocked by invisible walls just before they reach the two of us.

Rita didn't even confirm it, and when she put together the next configuration to blow the window vitreous out of every junction, it popped out. Fragments of vitreous fall into the courtyard as they glow under the redness of fire.

As she floated in the night sky using her magic, she looked down at the window of the room where she had been earlier. I get angry with you.

- It was a trap. I got it in my clear hands.

I guess it was also a lie that we could analyze the maker of magic drugs. You can't possibly do that. If this happens, you should keep running, before Rita started chanting like that, there's always one woman transferring.

She smiles leaving her long dark hair to the night breeze, opening her red lips like blood.

"I'm not going to kill you, so surrender."

White right hand is stretched toward Rita. Incredible magic was there.

Rita interrupts the chant knowing she can't escape. And instead I screamed.

"Answer my call, Black Dragon, come out!

Strong winds swirl. Tinasha frowned and held onto her messy hair.

Rita makes a brutal laugh.

At the next moment, over Castle Farsas, three giant black dragons were appearing.

Oscar popped out of his room at the midnight explosion.

I originally tried to get out whenever something happened. Heading to Tinasha's room, he bowls in with Meredith on the way down the hall. Supporting Meredith, who was about to fall, Oscar looked disgusted.

"Why are you here? Where is that woman?"

"Oh, outside..."

to her words. Oscar walked over to the window.

Looking down into the courtyard, but no one is there.

But I noticed strange signs and looked up.

"What is that..."

"D, Dragon!?

"He......!

As Oscar tongued, he began to run towards the terrace where he could get out.