Unnamed Memory

The light of the city seen through the windows of the castle was beautiful. Time for the night's black blue to dye the sky, Tinasha looks at the scenery with a hint of loneliness.

What she sees is not the castle capital of Falsus. It's a view of my country, Trudar. Even if the city changes the most, the appearance of the night remains much the same. Unlike Falsus, it was about as much about the various magical lights shaking on the corner of the street.

She puts her hand by the window and sees a young man's voice coming from behind her.

"Think about what?

"Nothing."

Tinasha looked back. There stands Regis, Prince of Trudar, smiling bitterly.

Tinasha, who returned to Trudar to pick up the dossier book, was unexpectedly given time to look for it and was advised to stay in the castle.

Because of this, I looked around the castle where nostalgia lingers, but the outhouse where she once spent her childhood had been demolished and rebuilt as part of the royal palace. Tinasha, who heard about it, feels shapeless loss.

That's not because most of my childhood is gone. Because I had a short memory of living with him over there.

If we go back to Falsus, he does exist. But apart from that, those memories kept lingering in her as something special.

- - All I know about him is myself and Naak anymore.

Tinasha closes her eyes that are about to moisturize.

Perhaps the only person who has ever seen a lost story is Nark.

But Nark doesn't say anything. I think that's fine.

Unexpectedly, Tinasha opened her eyes. Regis is smiling right next door.

"I'll walk you to your room."

"You can go alone"

"I want to be with you for a little while."

Tinasha nodded, grinning bitterly at the frank words.

I have a sense that I am heterogeneous in this age. I don't know anything about that. I didn't come here wanting him to love me. I'm here to help him.

- I can't be his lost wife. Instead, let's do what we can.

Tinasha smiles thinking of distant times.

The slightly sad and beautiful look on its face was as disturbing as a child.

Oscar slapped his elaborate shoulder as he compiled documents for the Itea Festival, which he had refrained from nearby.

Sometimes I want to move my body outside, but I'm particularly busy now because my uncle, the Prime Minister, disappeared a while ago and took over the job. Originally his father hardly likes paperwork, and this fortunately pushes him to do a lot of work. I know this is a study, but it makes me angry sometimes.

Not to mention now, there are people in Falsus who increase his frustration.

The beautiful princess he brought home from Trudar seemed to be acting to keep her face from seeing him very little these days. Apparently it was one of those evil dragons the other day that bought his discomfort.

It's also annoying to deal with her without a grasp, but what is avoided is that made me angry. Today and so much so that I went back to Trudar saying I was going to pick up the book.

- If you don't want to see me, you just have to stay in Turdar.

I might think so, but it's also true that he can't get out strong on her. She's the only one who can possibly counter the witch's curse so far.

If I could at least find out a little more about her, maybe it would be acceptable - Oscar bitterly thinks so.

But she doesn't herself try to reveal her hand.

Reminds me of those dark eyes.

It's the eyes that irritate him.

He was diligently trying not to be aware of why her eyes irritated him.

The next day Tinasha was sent back to Falsas by Regis.

In the passage hall, Regis, who greeted the king and Oscar with courtesy and fondness, looks to Tinasha with regret when the whole story is over. She tilted her neck like she had trouble with those eyes.

I beg your pardon, but are you not dissatisfied that I have changed my order of succession to the throne?

My father, the king, had already left the room at that time, but Oscar, who was about to leave the room, looked back at Regis, concerned for nothing. Bumped with an indiscreet inquiry, Regis glanced, but smiled softly.

"I was not originally interested in the throne, and it is only natural that if the Spirit is the symbol of King Trudar it would be better to be able to inherit it it. - Not to mention you. No complaints."

"Really..."

To Tinasha, who lay her eyes down, Regis laughed with a pranky eye.

"But I'm interested in you. If you seem to care about the throne, you should be interested in me instead."

Tinasha turned her eyes round. Then I laugh.

You may or may not mean it. But the words had the tenderness to try to lighten her guilt.

Oscar left the room intact when he glanced at Tinasha laughing like a flower with no emotion.

Tinasha then lived another week or so, going back and forth between the lecture room and her own room.

The analysis is largely catching up. Never too soon but it was going steadily. This could be over within six months as planned.

Meanwhile, four hundred years of blanks were also almost being filled with books and lectures that digested one after the other.

One day, at the end of a lecture on the magic synopsis she was listening to, she is spoken to by a woman magician who was nearby.

"Um, the other day you said you could identify the maker of the magic drug, is that true?

The blonde woman, who names herself Sylvia, asks with a look of intrigue. Tinasha waved with a laugh.

"It's true. If you go to Trudar, there may still be someone who can. It seems difficult to convey because it's difficult to configure."

Sylvia sighed with admiration, gazing away with a lucid eye.

"I'd also like to go to Turdar to study once, but I'm not quite... Um, I wish I had some spare time, but can you tell me all about it?

"Fine. If I may."

To his euphoria, Sylvia let her eyes shine. As it is, Tinasha answers her questions two or three times.

Eventually the conversation between the two shifted to chatter. "Speaking of which," Sylvia puts her finger up.

"Dear Tinasha, how are you going to spend the festival?

"What is a festival?

Sylvia rounds her eyes for a missing answer in between.

Tinasha, however, hasn't noticed much of what's going on around her in analysis and study all this time. She finds it interesting to hear that the festivities are withheld three days after Sylvia.

"I didn't know. It's such a big festival."

"That's right. So to prepare, there will be no lectures tomorrow."

I'm so glad to hear it, Tinasha thought. I might have come to the deserted lecture room as it was.

"It's a corner, so you might want to look around the city...... I guess I'm not free to go out?

"Right...... I'm going to be pissed off again if I go out on my own"

Tinasha imitates shrugging her neck. The two laughed out at the same time.

On the day of the festival, Oscar had rarely finished his work in the evening.

Perhaps after the festivities the treatment will pile up with the mountains again, but now it's free time for now. Most of the time, I used to go out of the castle to visit the city, but when I was twenty, there was no novelty in the festivities. I didn't mean to be out there, and I didn't even arrange security.

Leaving the office, he walked toward his room in an appropriate attempt to kill time - and then noticed a figure looking at the city from a terrace halfway through the hallway.

Long dark hair shaking in the wind is visible over the vitreous. I felt like I had seen the rare white beauty for some time.

He cruises slightly as he looks to the side. Or maybe it was my fault that I thought I was on patrol. Without stopping his steps, Oscar went out onto the terrace and slapped her on the shoulder.

"What's up? You want to get out of town?

Tinasha looked up at him trembling. There is a dark colour of amazement in his eyes.

"Oh, uh... I'd like to get out a little bit, but it's also fun enough here"

"What do you want to leave? Don't hesitate. Come."

Oscar took her hand unconstitutionally and walked back out into the hallway. Tinasha goes for a small run to keep up with the gait of a man with a difference in height.

"Oh, um..."

"Well, let it be."

Drawn by his forceful words, Tinasha followed without being able to say anything.

On the occasion of the annual festival, the city of Farsas was busy not only with the humans who lived in the castle capital more than before, but also with people gathered from all over the country.

Everyone enjoys the festive air, drinking, singing and dancing. A paper blizzard thrown from the roof of the standing shops was well visible in the blue sky.

In the bustle of the air itself being intoxicated, a young mother is still walking near the castle, drawing the hand of her young son. Many times she proceeded to check on the child beside her, but she was accidentally pushed by the crowd to calm down. A small hand, which should have held tight, then falls out between his fingers.

"Ah..."

Even though the mother raised her voice low, the child who is free runs out bravely. She blued when she saw that back.

I think we need to catch him soon, even though there are many people and he can't make it. When my child's back was barely seen through the gaps in the human waves, the child was just peering into the gaze.

The mother opens her mouth to call her son's name. But at that time, a drunken, walking man's leg hit a child. A small body leans toward the beard.

"... Huh!

The moment the mother screamed, but the child's body was supported by the hands of another youth. He holds the child up with his other hand, holding the woman's hand in one hand. The mother rushed over, thanking her and picking up the child.

"Be careful, man."

I said that and dropped off the back of a young man walking away - she tilted her neck feeling like she'd seen the person somewhere before.

"Oscar, are you okay?

"The job is clear."

The men and women in fine fabrics but plain clothes were walking trying to sew in the crowd. Everyone around them is in a festive mood, and no one tries to look at them closely.

Or if you looked closely, some would have known who the man was better. He, the next heir to the throne of this country, took her out of the castle in no time.

When the young man stops and buys the flour melted in water from the dewstore and the fruit mixed and cooked, he hands it to the woman.

"It's delicious."

"... thank you"

She got it. I took a bite of it. It has a juice boiled with sugar, and the sweet and sour taste spreads in my mouth. My face is naturally flavored by the deliciousness I taste for the first time.

When the man tapped the head lightly, he pulled her hand again and walked out to match the stride.

After about three hours, Oscar took Tinasha around the city. I nod when I stop at the corner of a relatively few people's path.

"Well here's the thing. It's a festival now, so the atmosphere is very different."

"Why do you know so much about it?

"It's my country, of course."

"Maybe he's out and he's a habitual criminal... it hurts"

Tinasha closed her mouth with her cheeks gently twisted.

Soon the area is completely dark. I saw a magical light in the distance illuminating the castle.

While she watches the view, Oscar takes the drink cup that is behaving nearby and mouths it.

"You want a drink, too?

"I'm not strong enough."

"That's funny. You should drink it."

"The magic runs wild."

…………

Imagine the situation, Oscar abandoned recommending alcohol. If I empty the cup, I return it to the dewstore. When I saw the woman next door, she looked forward to dancing nearby with pleasure.

The look on his face as if he were innocent is just a girl, and the man gently strokes his little head.

"Is it time to go home? You're late."

"No, it was fun. Thank you."

Tinasha looked up at him with a swinging smile.

Oscar narrows his eyes to the pitch-black eyes that capture people. I didn't feel good staring too much, and he distracted himself.

"Well, it's going to take quite a while to get home from here. The road is crowded."

"Well, I'll send you a thank you."

Tinasha pulled his hand with a shuddering laugh. When the two of us enter an alley out of people's sight, she chants and turns small.

Their bodies floated into the universe as Oscar tried to ask, wondering what they were doing. It rises as it is and finally stops just as high as the castle spire. Oscar, who was set to drift over, looked down sharply under his eyes.

"Wow."

"I was on a narc the other day... You're fine on the high side, right?"

"If I don't fall, I'll be fine."

"Then let's fly home"

Using that word as a signal, they move to slip through the air. The city's light glowed beautifully like a vitreous sphere scattered over black silk.

The two stare at it without words.

Every single light, with the preciousness of having a person present.

Tinasha, guided by Oscar, went down from outside to his private terrace. Ask the nark who slept inside to open the key that was being hung.

That's how Tinasha, who sent the man to his room, looked at him standing beside his bedroom, standing by the window. On that slightly lonely look, Oscar looks back and frowns.

"What's that face?"

"I thought you hated me."

"I hate you, man."

"Ugh."

- I knew it, but when they say it from the front, there's something hard inside.

But I didn't mind. It's not like I want anything from him.

Tinasha tried to resign as she floated with a self-derisive smile.

But that's where his voice hangs.

"You don't tell me anything about yourself, and I hate you because I act on my own. I don't know if I can trust you. I'm not comfortable watching. If you're confident in yourself - if you don't want me to hate you, just reveal your hand."

Tinasha looked at him with dark eyes without light.

Oscar is dressed in his jacket and hasn't seen her. The brunette magician seemed to have tried to say something, but instead he went down to the floor when he exhaled a small breath. Enter the room and close the window.

"It wasn't like I was hiding it...... I was snorting. Excuse me."

In bittersweet words, Oscar looked back at her. Tinasha has a troubled smile on her mouth.

"My real name is Tinasha as Mayer ul Aetherna Trudar. Actually, I'm not a person of this era, I've been awake after a magical sleep for four hundred years. I used to be a queen."

"- You're the witchkiller queen herself!

Tinasha nodded and affirmed Oscar's words, stained with surprise.

He can't say anything more.

But when I think about it, it's all a bit of a twinge.

Why King Trudar is trying to make her his next queen,

And are you trying to get her to marry her son and put her blood in it?

Its strangely livered, split mindset. Overwhelming power and confidence.

It's all because she was such a powerful queen in history.

When Oscar went to wake her in the first place, didn't the king say, "No one has let him in for a long time because he has not been invited"? He was getting angry with himself as to why he hadn't thought of it before. A bitter look on the face.

"... convinced"

"Excuse me."

Apologize She was shrinking her thin body and seemed to think it was really bad.

Seeing you like that makes me look all kinds of silly. Oscar regained his mind and sat on the bunk, looking up at her, who seemed sorry.

"But don't be too dangerous. You can count on me."

As far as he's concerned, that's the word I said in an attempt to separate the story.

But Oscar didn't miss a moment when she heard it and had very empty eyes. And that turned into a terrible, far-flung eye.

He realized that intense frustration would boil in his heart. I don't want to see Tinasha, I open my mouth out of sight.

"Stop that eye. It's unpleasant."

"Huh..."

"You'll always be looking elsewhere through me. That's rude. I feel bad. If you look at me, look at me properly."

Yeah, throw it away, Oscar looks at her.

The beautiful appearance had an empty face with nothing to stop by like a lost child.

For a few moments, she seems to have lost herself, trying to smile fails. The red lips were distorted.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Tinasha covered her face with one hand. Close your eyes. Tears fell from it.

She was ashamed of the emotions that wet her white fingers, but consciousness couldn't stop her. They've been accumulating in the depths of my mind all this time. They overflow without stopping.

- I wasn't aware, such as I was looking at him with those eyes.

But it is. Because I missed the distant past through him.

I can't get any stronger. Doesn't this stay a child then?

Oscar has a bitter face and stares at her crying quietly.

He frowned that way for a while, but eventually invited her up with his hair stinking.

"Hey, come on."

Tinasha nodded and stood in front of him. He pulls the hand and lets it sit next to him.

"What the hell? Damn it. Like I can't tell you?

She shook her head in a panic. Wipe the tears with your hands and smile.

That smile, unsuitable for beauty, was naive and strangely adorable.

"I just said a few moments ago, I used to be a kid and someone saved my life. But by helping me... I lost my past, my future, everything. But he helped me understand that. - I couldn't return anything."

"Does he look like me?

Tinasha snorted.

It's like you're talking to a kid. When Oscar looks like he chewed up a bitter bug, he takes the cloth that was folded by the bedside. I started rubbingly wiping her face as it was.

"You know, that's why you can't help but look at the past. Use it effectively if you have saved your life. Tighten your chest and turn forward."

"Ugh."

Tinasha, who had received the cloth that had been wiped off her face, dropped her eyes on it.

It's a white cloth. A cloth just slightly wet in tears. She grabs a soft cloth gently.

"That's right. Excuse me......"

"Totally."

Oscar went up to the bunk when he gently tapped her head as it was dripping. Lie still. I felt more tired dealing with her than working towards my desk.

Looking up, Tinasha stares at him with a self-derisive look. He reached out and pulled that long black hair.

"Well, you won't be able to tell me to fix it right away, so do something gradually"

My eyelashes shake the same color as my hair. Tinasha grinned bitterly, letting her white hand touch his cheek. Dark eyes peek into him.

Eyes backlit in the dark room, not sure where they're looking. The eyes of the abyss itself felt like they were going to fall everywhere if they stared, and Oscar closed his eyes. Her voice whispers in that ear.

"Can I just stay here today?

"Huh!?

Unexpectedly enough, Oscar nearly woke up. She stares at him with unchanging clear eyes.

"Just one day. Let me stay next door. Then... it will be all right now..."

It was a sincere word. It's like a whispering voice.

Oscar suffered a headache remembering the illusion that he had his clothes hem grabbed by a stray. I'm getting kind of tired and a lot of trouble.

When he took one sigh, he took her hand and pulled it up on the bunk in a mood that didn't matter. Roll next to yourself like you throw a cat.

"Be my guest."

"Thank you"

Tinasha closed her eyes and smiled as she lay down on her sleeping table.

He takes a chilling glance at the indefensible figure.

"We're going to attack?

"Haha. That's right, I'm not a child anymore... be my guest."

She raised her bell-like voice and laughed, seeing him in a childless manner for not being a child. Oscar stares at the woman next door with an ironic eye.

- Whatever you think, it's swinging. I can't be angry.

He pounded the little head of the woman with frustration.

"Just go to sleep. That's a lot."

"Yes......"

She closes her eyes honestly.

Oscar looked at the face for a while, but when he made sure she didn't cry anymore and started getting a little sleep, he gently stroked his long glossy black hair.

It never reaches him that day.

But he is accompanied by a woman who is not herself.

Neither of us is here anymore.

And instead, we have ourselves here and now.

This is a new story.

So I don't go after that shadow anymore. Just treat the memories and put them away.

Stand alone, thanking you for being kept alive.

Tighten your chest.

When you wake up, roll a new page.

Tinasha opened her eyes the next morning with her cheeks twisted.

Her eyelids are heavy. I feel swollen. My head hurt lightly.

"You're not sleeping well, you"

He manages to snort at the words of a man who's hung from overhead.

The man slapped her gently on the cheek, but she was so conscious that she couldn't wake up.

"Speaking of which... you, what have you been doing here for 400 years"

It doesn't matter how I hear it.

But I knew the answer. Tinasha floats the smile of a woman who takes the heart of the beholder.

"To you."

Answering as she whispered, she closed her eyes again. Falling into sleep.

The man was stuck with the answer, but when he shook his head to shake off the curse.

"You're a killer."

and groaned.

"Your Highness! Master Tinasha, don't you know! He's gone. That's right."

As soon as he leaves the room, Lazar comes running over with a crying face. Oscar looked disgusted by what he was asked about his childhood grooming.

"He's in my room. I left it because I wouldn't wake up."

When he heard it, Lazar's face turned pale. Oscar looked down at the squire, who grabbed his husband's clothes and made him open and close his mouth full, only slightly amused.

"Oh, who are you..."

"I didn't do anything. Don't worry, you're an annoying woman to make."

"Is it true!?

"True, true."

Lazar follows behind Oscar as he walks out with an appropriate response.

"Is it true!! Look me in the eye and tell me!

"Don't bother!

The two voices going down the hallway gradually turn away.

A beautiful magician in the room was in such a deep and peaceful sleep that their voice could not be reached either.