Unnamed Memory

Ten days after Druza's plans were revealed, Tinasha was sitting with her feet together in a chair in the private room of Castel Falsas, where the sun plunged in. In front of me is a configuration that is being analyzed floating in the water basin. Tinasha opened her mouth to Mira, who looked seriously at it as she was impressed.

"Do you know the coordinates of the place where Druza's curse is being made?

"I know, but... I won't tell"

"Why?"

"If I told you, Master Tinasha, you'd go kill yourself directly, wouldn't you?

Tinasha was silenced when she was pointed at the drawing. There is an external problem for the Falsas to take the lead. But I wondered if I could make it home alone.

Mira shrugs her shoulders when she sees her husband's bitter face.

"No, you can't. It's more dangerous to touch that curse when it's under construction. If you kill an operator, you'll have a lot of power."

"Ugh."

"By and large, Master Tinasha has great magic, but he's a rear guard type, so he's not suited for solo action! He was caught even though it was weird the other day... It's tough when you're dealing with someone other than a magician. Unai almost killed you. Did you forget?

"I remember you."

To the preaching of the Spirit, Tinasha became as if she had chewed up a bitter worm.

Four hundred years ago, when I fought the witch Leonora, it was the swordsman who was the one arm of the witch who drove Tinasha to the most crisis.

At that time, Sen, one of the spirits, took on Unai, but the Spirit who was twelve, at the time of his departure, returned it except for Mira. She is still a young woman to jump singly into an unknown enemy land in this state. - - Tinasha is well aware of that. Though I have come from a long time ago, in the meantime I have fallen asleep, the experience itself is no different from that of a nineteen-year-old human being. If you fight the Oscars with Acacia inside, at close range, they'll kill you first.

"After all, it's best to leave the curse to Acacia, right? I know how Tinasha feels, but I don't think you should get your hands on it."

"But the fact that I have accepted to take over the throne is a huge presence of Druza..."

When he woke up, King Trudar's Karste wished to revive the Spirit as a deterrent by pointing out to Tinasha his recent suspicions about Druza.

But in the end, Druza's blade is pointed at Falsus. If you were to use a curse, you would have decided that Falsus would be easier to deal with, even if you subtracted Akersia, than the magical powers.

It is also Tinasha's reign that let Morcado, with the art of Evil Dragon Summoning, escape in the first place, and the more I think about it, the more I feel like he is my enemy. You guessed her thoughts like that, Mira had eyes like a nail stabbed with her hands on her hips.

"You don't take on enemies from one end! Even Morcado and Druza didn't get their hands on Tinasha first, they're just asking for the end of it. I don't have to do anything alone."

"Hmmm...... You just can't take five shots with Acacia. In the normal world, even if there is, the user dies."

- - That's what I most want to avoid.

That's why she wants to put a piece on ahead of time. "He" must not be mourned. Even if I sacrifice myself for it.

To her husband, who lay down his eyes, Mira showed an adult bitterness that did not suit her appearance.

"I think then Master Tinasha should make a connection. If you go alone and something happens, the swordsman of Acacia will be in trouble."

That's how Mira pointed to the configuration on the water basin. Tinasha is silenced by being poked at the void.

- You're absolutely right.

I can't do anything by myself. I didn't have enough experience in action to exchange it.

The woman's sigh falls on her white knee.

Oscar's reign ceremony was imminent two weeks later.

After the meeting, Falsas ended up issuing an invitation for the reign ceremony to both Druza and César.

The reply was absent from both countries, and together they felt strange as if they were relieved to tighten their minds.

The security system is, of course, strictly rigorous. On the day of the reign ceremony, dignitaries from neighbouring countries, gathered one after the other, were to undergo double surveillance in the shadows. One is security by Falsus. And the other is by the configuration Tinasha stretched over the castle.

An hour before the ceremony, Tinasha knocked on the door of a modem with Oscar still in plain clothes, with only her hair tied up. Get a response and open the door.

With her face up, she saw him in the king's dress and instantly forgot herself.

The glossy silver armor and the faint red coat look great on the man's forged body. Akersia, now at Kevin's disposal, was wearing another long sword instead.

I have a slightly annoying look on my brilliant face. He looked surprised to notice Tinasha coming in saying nothing.

"What's up? And plain clothes."

"... I'm going to get dressed"

Somehow I couldn't look him straight in the eye and turned sideways to hide my blushing face, Tinasha replied. I finally forgot my errands here, but I manage to remember. I turned to him as I held Zhu's cheek.

"Excuse me, let me put on a protective union"

"I don't mind, but I don't think you have to go that far."

"Because I don't know what it is. Please."

"... ok"

Oscar nodded lightly as he grinned and sat in his chair. Tinasha starts chanting when she stands before him.

"My definition crosses into three worlds. Let the meaning disappear as meaning, and the different definitions dismantle and become the dust of words…"

The composition of the silver thread rises before her. The configuration, embodied with so much magic that it also appeared to Oscar, unfolded intricately intertwined with chanting.

He looks at it with admiration.

"My life takes precedence over all appearances. I can't interfere with everything that comes down with words and this power."

With the end of the chant, the composition sucks and disappears as it wraps around Oscar's entire body. Tinasha confirmed it and breathed.

"That's it. It's for anti-magic, though. Thank you."

"It's this way to thank you."

Oscar raised his hand to slap her head gently as he stood up, but lowered it when he noticed that his shiny black hair was beautifully tied.

"Get dressed quickly. Prince Regis will come, too."

"It was. Now if you'll excuse me."

When she meets gently, she transfers off the spot and disappears. Oscar grinned bitterly at the abruptness of his exit, but his face quickly turned into something serious with a sense of risk.

Returning to her room, Tinasha asked Sylvia and the ladies to help her and rushed to get dressed and makeup done.

The costume, coloured with deep blue and white, is that of the Trudar royal family. All the ornaments, including the silver forehead decorations, were magical, and the hem, which spreads as it raised the lines of the luxurious body, painted a graceful curve.

Tinasha, who confirms herself in the mirror, squeaks.

"It's been a long time since I've dressed up."

"It's eye bliss!

Sylvia laughs happily with her cheeks red.

That's when the door to the room was knocked, and the woman came in with her head bowed.

"His Royal Highness Regis has arrived."

"I'm coming now"

Tinasha is nominally the princess of Turdar. This reign ceremony was also to be attended with Regis, as representative of Trudar.

When she leans consciously towards the composition to make sure there are no anomalies, she heads to the cathedral where Regis waits.

Regis, who hadn't seen him in a long time, glanced at him surprised to see Tinasha dressed up, but immediately let his face down.

"It suits you well. It's beautiful."

"Thank you"

Taking his hand, which was very naturally offered, Tinasha entered the cathedral with the attention of the crowd.

Kevin and Oscar, who scolded Acacia, entered as all the invited people took their seats for a while. Tinasha looks at the composition while concentrating on it.

When they arrived in front of the altar, Kevin's mouth began.

While listening to that, Tinasha thinks of Fuji and Acacia.

- A sword waved in the world that outsiders gave to Falsus. The power is immense.

Although it generally seems to be a sword where magic just doesn't work, in fact, it has powers such as destroying and disassembling magical configurations and diffusing the magic power of the humans it contacts. It was an effect she once experienced, and it was also something the man who was the owner of her wondering again told her.

Exactly the natural enemy of a magician, a sword that can kill witches as well.

That sword will now officially change its owner with the birth of a new king.

While many seem to think that he had Acacia before his reign was for his unparalleled sword moves, Tinasha also suspected that it might be to conceal his immense magic and its seal. But the speculation is also hesitant to confirm easily, and so far it remains punished by her breasts.

Looking on the stage, Kevin stepped back and instead the Oscar who was kneeling was about to rise. Cheers and applause boil in the diocese at the birth of the new king who lists Acacia.

Tinasha was distracted by the appearance of a man standing in a good position, clapping his hands at it.

While Oscar was presenting his revelations to the people, those who remained invited guests were seated in the Great Hall.

In it, Tinasha is introduced to dignitaries from one country to another as Regis draws his hand. People doubted for a moment whether it was him and his siblings because they were considered princesses, but misunderstandings about the appearance of two completely different people were immediately dispelled. To them, Regis returns the explanation with a smile.

Tinasha was just admiring his skillful diplomacy discourse and following. Speak to Regis gently going forward, aiming for when a wave of people runs out.

"Your Highness is amazing...... I'm really bad at this kind of stuff."

"I wasn't good at it from the start either, but I really need it. It's fun not to learn."

Tinasha smiled at the unpretentious answer.

I've always thought Regis was a smart, carefree, hard-working man. Tinasha regrets that he would have been a good king had he not been there.

- But if Druza's threat is to be ruled out, isn't there nothing you will reign in?

Tinasha has such doubts.

Too strong a force is not necessary in normal times. She once went down the throne for the same reason. If deterrence loses its enemies and ceases to have its meaning, the significance of a king who is too powerful is extinguished together. Nevertheless, may I inherit the throne as I am asked?

She sees Regis on her chest with unanswered questions.

He was staring at Tinasha with gentle eyes.

Oscar showed his face in the hall once he returned to his room and changed into a cloth outfit. Soon enough, the invitees who found him will gather.

Regis and Tinasha laughed pleasantly at the window as he looked around the hall responding with a social smile. She waves gently as she notices Oscar.

Tinasha, dressed up, was extra beautiful than the princesses in the dress, attracting all the air around her. The men nearby care about her all the time, but Tinasha is making out with Regis and she can't speak up because they are a really good pair.

Oscar looked back at Tinasha with his emotion-extinguished eyes, but he was immediately spoken around and looked back.

"Sounds tough."

Regis grinned bitterly at Tinasha, who shared her thoughts like any other HR.

"You'll be here soon."

"Ugh. I did it once, so I don't want to..."

Tinasha sighed and saw the crystal embedded in the armor of her right hand. Its crystals, which are the essence of the structure stretched around the castle, shine a clear light without a thing.

Then when he saw Oscar to confirm the guardian junction, he walked alongside a pretty woman in a thin red dress. That's the woman Regis introduced me to earlier. Tinasha explores memory.

"Sure... Was it Princess Neferi of Yalda"

"Right. Yalda is now totally in a friendly relationship with Farsus."

It was only ten years ago that there was a war between the two countries. Tinasha thought of the four hundred years of national changes she had learned since she woke up.

Yarda, who lost slight territory in the defeat, has since been rebuilt with the help of Falsas, and the two countries are in friendship. For Yarda, surrounded by the great powers of Falsus, César and Gandona, we wouldn't even have survived the post-defeat decline if we hadn't stopped somewhere. It must also be Kevin's character who stopped by the then Falsas.

"It's just a rumor, but Yalda offered to have Princess Neferi daughter-in-law Falsus at the defeat. They say Falsus said no, but I guess it's still a rumor, especially since I can't think of a reason."

"Uh, I see..."

I thought of a reason to say no to Tinasha. It is the curse she is now working on to lift the curse. Before this could be done, I guess I couldn't make a marriage promise.

But the reason will soon disappear. Will he marry the princess?

- Think about it, it was kind of uninteresting.

Tinasha stares at the two while keeping a smile on the surface. Regis laughed bitterly next door.

The magic is disturbing.

"Huh!? Ah... excuse me"

With one bad face she looked down. Because of the inherent power of powerful magic that is unsuitable for the body, there are times when the power is drawn to emotional movements. Regis, himself a considerable magician, must have figured that out. She blushed and shamed herself immature.

Regis smiles calmly against Tinasha, who has covered her face with one hand.

"I envy that one more."

Now that I know what that means, she made a laugh with her lips alone, having trouble answering.

"... it's like an imprint. I'm not sure myself."

Since disconnecting the past as the past, Tinasha is trying to face him again. As the first person I met when I woke up, I shared nothing from scratch.

But that's how you want to face it. What do you think of him?

So far, utterly speechless. I don't know. I can't feel it.

I know I just have to.

Help and protect him.

This is all I could not give in. I didn't want to forget.

I don't care if that's the sentiment of the child. I don't want anything in return.

So I want to look forward for that. It hasn't even started yet.

Oscar, who had been responding to the celebrators in the hall for about three hours, quit the spot when he greeted them all the way with the opening of the banquet seat. Twist an elaborate shoulder as you go down the hallway.

- I'm not very good at diplomacy, but I get smudged and tired.

Especially when the opponents of the ladies, who were definitely inclined to the festivities, were creating a considerable sense of fatigue for him.

Still, Nepheli and others have a relatively light personality, so it is easy for them to deal with each other, but other women and others have enough perfume. Oscar decides to take a bath once and let the smell drop, but is called by his name from behind to stop his leg. That was the voice of a woman who was hard to deal with in another way.

Tinasha, standing ahead looking back, smiles sorry. The slightly distressed dark eyes have long lashes and the red lips are sunk and glossy. She wore makeup and dressed up like a strange woman.

I almost fell in love with that figure, but on the surface, Oscar listened back plainly.

"What's up? Has Regis left?"

"I'm going to drop you off right away. I wanted to break the line. Sorry to bother you."

"Oh......"

Tinasha reached out and touched its body as she walked right next to him. Start chanting small.

Looking down at his luxurious and unreliable body, Oscar opened his mouth.

"You..."

"What is it?

"How long is the analysis going to take?

"You're less than four months away. I'll keep you waiting."

"Do you still need something?

"Especially for the moment. I don't know if I can go any further."

"Right."

- Was it expected to finish the analysis before the battle?

Tinasha looked up after the treatment. The man comes gently tapping his little head. As it was, he added, expressionlessly.

"You, go home to Trudar"

A voice that sounds cold. Tinasha didn't immediately understand it when she heard it.

Slightly and surprisingly, I open my eyes.

"Why?"

"Whatever. If you don't have anything in particular you need, you can do it in Turdar. You can come if you need me, or you can call me."

"That's right..."

Tinasha had the illusion that it was kind of darkening in front of her.

I don't know why I'm so upset myself.

I have palpitations.

She looked up at the man as she held down her temples.

"What will you do if you start a war? Even with Acacia, you can't have a curse."

"Don't let people from other countries speak up. Not to mention don't try to join. It's none of your business."

Tinasha vanished her expression to the kind of words that pushed her away. I felt weak when I was normal.

I tried to bite her lips, but she still rebutted.

"I won't disturb you. Put it down."

"No. What if something like that happens the other day? Even though I'm busy, I don't want to turn to my enemies until Turdar. Go back to your country."

To the man's words, Tinasha felt the pain of a thorn stabbing her chest. A hand holding his temples raised his nails and ate into his skin, but he doesn't feel anything. I don't know if I stand up well. I wanted to cling to the man, but I couldn't reach out.

Squeeze out a whispering voice instead.

"Let me be beside you..."

Oscar looked down at her for a while with no emotions, but said clearly with a small sigh.

"Don't obsess with me. Annoying."

Dark eyes stiff when they hear it.

- For a moment, I stopped breathing. Something cracks in my ear.

I was stunned in Oscar's eyes. But she doesn't realize it anymore.

My head hurts.

Disgusting.

With my forehead, with my ears, with my hands, something smashes.

I can't control my emotions.

I don't want anything in return. I don't mind you hating me.

I just didn't want you to reject this hand trying to protect me.

If that's to be denied, I don't know why I'm here right now.

I don't know why I've crossed the clock.

Tinasha closed her tight eyes.

She didn't know if it was because she didn't see anything or because she didn't want to see it.

Oscar was astonished that Tinasha's earrings made a light noise and splattered.

Fragments hurt her white cheeks and blood seeps into her smooth skin. The magic implements in his body were unbearably broken one after the other by the mighty magic that was drawn and swayed by his emotions.

Closed eyelids, beautiful eyebrows are distorted to allow for pain.

"Tinasha"

Oscar stretched out his arm trying to hold his thin body. At that time, the closest window glass in the hallway splashes with the aftermath of magic.

You just noticed the anomaly, there was a noise of someone running from across the corner. The person screams her name as she turns the corner and puts into view the magic of stirring up with the two of them.

"Tinasha! Don't!

Regis screamed and ran over to her, hugging her luxurious body from behind. Pours her magic from where she touches it and offsets her magic that leaks out.

"Calm down... can you hear me?

Tinasha nodded small after a while.

Regis gives a relieved look that there was a reaction.

"Take your breath slowly. Control the magic... it's okay, you can do it."

"Yes......"

Oscar stared silently as her painful appearance gradually turned into a faceless expression resembling a mask. Regis keeps her supported in her arms, extending her fingers and erasing the tears on her cheeks.

He turned to Oscar and bowed his head.

"Excuse me... I didn't mean to."

"I understand."

Oscar took a small breath. Tinasha still has her eyes closed.

A glance at the beautiful appearance led Oscar to correct his posture toward Regis.

"I've borrowed her before, but she will also have a lot to do before the reign. This is a good opportunity to return it to you and to Trudar. Thank you very much."

Upon hearing that, Regis apparently understood the reason for Tinasha's frenzy. I saw her how I should reply.

Tinasha slowly opens her lid.

A dark abyss stared straight at Oscar.

- Very far.

There was an unfilled distance there.

She tilts her neck slightly.

It was only for a moment that she had the kind of eyes she would explore, and she immediately smiled pitifully.

"I apologize for showing you the irrefutable. What you say is true. From now on, I will return to the country to study. Many thanks for your generosity so far."

That being said, she graciously gave a token of grace. Hands are taken by the bewildered Regis and he leaves the spot when he turns his back on the Oscar.

The smile of the last happy, happy woman I showed was, but it looked like a crying face to Oscar. My chest hurts a little for making me look like that.

But it was decided. It's just the difference between early or late.

"Totally... a woman..."

When he lost sight of her, he shook his head to shake off the remnants of his existence and walked himself out, too.

The several speaking voices echoing the large room were full of a variety of emotions, including pleasure and anxiety.

The voice of an old man spins bitterly.

"The king of Pharsus has taken his place, but unlike his predecessor, you've become a hard man to eat."

"Does Acacia remain unable to take it after all? Yarno, not as much as your mouth."

And the voice of a woman of unknown age cracked open.

"But even if Acacia is strong, what she uses is a person's body. And there's only one sword. It won't change the outcome."

"It's a question of how efficiently we can win."

A teasing woman responds to an unpleasant man's voice.

"It just has to be a superimposition to win? And the princess of Trudar has left Falsus."

Silence dominates the room.

The old man just sounded a little funny.

"If we can attack Falsus and take Akasia, we may be able to drop Trudar. His Majesty and the heavy ministers are skeptical of the power of the curse. It would have to show overwhelming results. It's not impossible."

When an old man gives his confidence a glimpse, the laughter of following follows.

Druza's turning point was imminent right there by the forbidden technique of knitting in the dark room.

"I am so obsessed!?

"I do. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here for 400 years."

"That's for giving back! I don't care about him personally right now!

"I wonder"

Tinasha, who left Falsas to jump out and returned to Trudar with Regis, was poisoning Mira in the castle's own room. By its side, Regis sitting in a chair is drinking tea with a bitter smile.

Mira shrugged her shoulders with a human trick as she floated in the universe.

"Lord Tinasha is generally beautiful and powerful, so most men are frightened or frightened, but he is a swordsman of Acacia. It doesn't look like she's having trouble with a woman. You had a bad opponent. hahaha."

"So... you're not about to get married!

"I wonder if it's heavy. They pulled me off, I'm sure."

"I want to kill you..."

"Go kill him?

"It's the word!

Tinasha rammed into the bookshelf as she walked over the book she was holding. Its ears and fingers have a number of sealed ornaments. Either way, I'm going to make sure my powers aren't affected by the emotional swings, but now I'm in time for now. Without these, her room would be as miserable as the storm had come.

"I'll curse you, though! I guess I'll put a weird curse on him instead. A curse that prevents you from eating blue things..."

"Don't take a tiny revenge with that magic"

Regis, who was listening to the two conversations with a troubled smile, pinched his mouth as he sipped a cup of tea.

"I guess he doesn't want to involve you in the war. Guess what."

Tinasha looks back in disgust at Regis' words.

"But it's sweet to think I can handle it alone."

"Master Tinasha, would you like to return those words to you?

"I see other people well!

Tinasha walked over to the water basin placed in the center of the room. Hate to see the configuration unfolded on it.

"In the meantime, analyze and decurse this in a fast-track fashion... Then I don't know anymore! I'll do whatever I want!

"Do as you please"

Regis took a deep sigh, looking in turn at the spirits he could only find interesting and their masters, who were boiling and angry.

Lazar opened her mouth gently when she heard it depended on the matter.

"Have you driven Master Tinasha back? And say that?

"I don't know what to say."

"It's not the same! What is that awful way of saying it? What would you do if you stopped cursing me?"

"That won't happen. You look like you're in charge. It's enough to put a weird curse on me instead, at best."

…………

Not even in the eyes of a mixed squire of criticism and shame, Oscar is doing his job flat. Due to his vigilance towards Druza, he was arranged to gather a considerable number of troops at Fort Inulade in the north. If there's any movement, I'm ready to march out immediately.

Lazar shook her head as she dropped her shoulder.

"He was absolutely your help."

Oscar doesn't answer. Just process the paperwork one after the other.

Lazar sighed on the iron skin.

"Your Highness... I thought you liked him better when you said something."

"Is there any reason for that? A woman who will be Queen of Trudar. If you like it, you can't do anything about it."

Realizing what the king's answer means, Lazar rounds his eyes.

"... well, that's..."

"Get to work. Here, take this."

Pressed by a bunch of paperwork, Lazar leaves the office with a face to say something. When the door closed, Oscar finally broke his expression and frowned.

I don't like it.

I think it's funny. Even if you can't predict.

I felt frustrated with her eyes like I looked far away before, but now I feel another twitch and I'm restless. - But that's all. I don't think anything.

Just because she likes it doesn't mean she's going to be the queen of the neighborhood.

Once in a small eastern country, there was a king who destroyed that country to get a queen of neighboring countries as well, but he was to be hated by his beloved woman for life. Naturally.

Even if it's an extreme story, it's hard to keep Tinasha at your side. I don't feel like doing that in a personal way, and that's about it, only if I don't care from the start.

Mostly she has a Regis. I don't know why it matters to me when I seem to be close enough.

- I'm sorry you're swinging.

Oscar signed the paperwork while increasing brush pressure on his boiling stomach.