Unnamed Memory

Around the north of Falsus, when strict vigilance was laid at Fort Inulade, in the royal palace of Druza, King Rosion was listening to the magician's report as he sat deeply on the throne.

The old magician, kneeling before the king, makes a creepy laugh on his wrinkled face.

"The finish of the curse is excellent. I was wondering if I could use it in action in a couple of days."

"I guess I can really beat Falsus"

"Definitely. If it is difficult to prevent even witches. Even with Acacia, we bury our users."

To his confident words, Rosion nodded silently.

- - An example of a curse being used in war in history does not exist in the record.

A curse is a general term for magic constructed by a way that is too dangerous or abominable, but it takes considerable years, effort, and sacrifice to make up a technique so massive as to be used in war. It is not feasible for a normal country at all.

Still, deep in Trudar and under witches with only three people in the world, knowledge of these curses is said to be asleep, but the truth is uncertain. Four hundred years ago, even Morcado ran away from Trudar and told him the art of Evil Dragon Summoning was unusual. Those who inherit his genealogy have dived into the earth and spent years building a curse based on the souls of evil dragons.

- And now is the time to show that achievement.

The target comes from Falsus, who has been blind for years.

Logion laughs inside.

First you just have to let them turn to the curseless magician. If you fail, you just have to dispose of them.

And if you succeed, that's when a new history begins.

Northwest of Fort Inulade, a suspicious figure was placed on the border with Druza during a beautiful afternoon on the twelfth day of Oscar's reign.

The communication is brought to the castle as soon as it passes through the fort. Falsus' heavy ministers, who moved to the fort after hearing the report, could not hide their respective faces of tension as they moved on hand.

Oscar asks the cum beside him as he sees the army acting hastily and neatly in the courtyard of the fort.

"How soon are you going to be here?

"We are about an hour away from the extent of enemy movement and the range of the curse ban. I was wondering if I could make it."

"Okay."

"There are seven human beings for the use of the curse. They and several soldiers of the escort are crossing the border. There are roughly 30,000 other troops standing by on Druza territory across the border."

"That's not much. Are you confident of the curse or do you not want to eat the convolutions"

"Because there is little precedent for a war with massive magic on the spindle...... Maybe it's a dark shade of appearance over there."

"If you fail, you may think you can get away with it if you just cut off the curse."

That's what the raccoon is thinking, Oscar scolds Rosion.

The young king did his hand, and his hips were swallowed with Acacia, which would be the key to this time.

"Five shots... well, we'll figure it out"

I can't breathe.

The war is about to begin.

Fourteen people who broke into Farsas more than the border stopped their feet in a small forest where Fort Inulade looked far away.

From Druza to the fort, there are basically plains with nothing to block, but there are dotted woods of all sizes, large and small. From one of them, they asked about Fort Inulade.

There are no villages or cities around. His fort is the key and front line for the protection of the north of Falsus. Conversely, if you cross that fort, you can march towards the castle capital for a while without blocking it.

One of the magicians asks his comrades back from outside the woods.

"How's the fort going?

"I don't know. It looks the same as always..."

"Oh, I wonder if they haven't noticed. I also thought the information was leaking."

"Even if it's leaking, there's nothing you can do."

The old magician in the robe looked at the cloth wrap held by the woman beside him.

A woman gets a glance and snorts. At that time, another man laid his hand from the side and took the package.

"It's going to be hard. I'll have it."

Inside that wrap that unleashes a disastrous magic, it contains as many magical crystals as the head of a child enclosing a curse. That object, which had been made a sphere by wrapping the composition of the curse around the fragments of the crystal, was now a dangerous substitute that could not be broken or left somewhere.

If you place this crystal on the ground in a detour, it will be profoundly contaminated with magic and air while corrosing the surrounding area and scattering the curse. More than a crystal with that much power, it can't hold for long because not many people carry it.

"A little bit more till we're in range. Let's hurry."

The soldiers of the escort nod. One line was on foot so as not to be distracted, and he began to move forward carefully.

Eventually they reach a small forest at a point where Fort Inulade is just enough away.

The view of the fort peering from between the trees seemed no different from normal times. Nor does it mean that the army is deploying around.

"You're going to be fine."

"It's too quiet..."

"Never mind. Let's start here."

A man with crystals unwraps the cloth. A black crystal emerged from the inside. As soon as possible, tension runs on one line.

"Don't put the shield down. There's a splash coming."

"Okay."

A man with a crystal moved a little outside the woods, straight to where the fort was visible. As the old magician pinches the crystal and faces the fort, he makes his wooden branchy hands touch the cold surface. Two other magicians touched the crystal as well, from left to right.

The people around them look out for each other. Someone breathes in with nervousness.

The old magician spinned a good chant.

"Deny it, ravage it, erode it, imprison it, soul! - I hate that power. Eat it!

The crystal glows red for a moment.

At the next moment, a giant black running stream emerged from it along with a grudging cry.

It runs in a straight line toward the fort with ambient air involved.

In a dazzling line of watching, the mighty black magic contacted the fort at a terrible speed, making it a huge sphere of darkness as it enveloped the entire fort. A tedious explosion rocks a belt late.

The woman behind the old magician accidentally held both ears. At the end of the gaze a line watches, the sphere of darkness slowly clears.

- - There, there was no rubble, nothing, just a curse-contaminated space being created.

"This is..."

"Success! Get in touch with His Majesty!

To the cry of the exciting soldier, the woman used magic to report her tail to the king's army. When she finishes contact, she snorts.

"They can start marching. They'll be here in half an hour."

"Wait here until then."

The young man took a breath and stretched. Everyone relieves and floats with joy.

When they waited and waited on the spot, and about five minutes had passed, a sharp noise accidentally cut off the sky. One magician standing beside the woman slightly cramps and slowly falls.

Looking down at the man she had fallen wondering, an arrow stabbed her deep in the head.

"I killed a magician."

"You're a good man."

Oscar, who received the report, laughed small. Ars next door asks who had the fort with a flashing expression.

"There's no sign of it..."

"You can rebuild it because it's old."

Ettard standing across from them unfortunately opens his mouth.

"I had a history... I can't help it at this time"

"Well, four more shots."

Oscar grinned bitterly and shrugged his shoulder.

At a time when the magicians had broken in across the border, the fort had been completely removed using a transfer formation. Falsus, who used the deserted fort as a curse reducing the number of rounds of the curse, lurked 50,000 troops in one of the great forests at the time, and was asking how it was from there.

At the end of their gaze, one more northeast forest is swallowed by the curse.

It's a forest where there was an archer who had sniped the magicians earlier. That said, now they're finally leaving at the metastasis gate, too. Oscar nodded like nothing.

"Three more shots? I was wondering if I could pull some more."

But soon, a report came in to the king that the sniper had failed. Ever since then, the enemy magicians seem to have tied the line in preparation for the bow. And they have taken another means instead of the few remaining curses. About twenty evil dragons appear over the sky.

The evil dragons had been swirling around for a while, but looked back at the woods with the Falsus army as a few noticed something.

"This is not good."

Oscar gives directions toward Ars and the entire army when he gives his thoughts with some unnerving voice on the back of what the word is.

- - It's still fully planned.

In his sight, King Druza's army, which had marched without knowing anything, was beginning to look like it.

The magicians, who lost one of their companions by a sudden sniper, panicked.

But an old magician's drink controls it.

"From where!

"Oh, from the woods over there..."

In a squeamish shape, one of the soldiers points to a frightened, distant forest.

The old magician breathed deeply again as he stared at the woods as he shot them to death. Changing direction chants - releasing a black vortex again.

The air that made my chest worse flowed around, and a few held my mouth. I think the temperature has dropped in the aftermath of the curse.

And the forest, which was the target, had been swallowed up by a sphere of darkness, just like the fortress that had just disappeared, creating instead a space that had been precipitated.

"Did you do it?

"Tighten the line!

As one magician finished the chant according to the word, the sniper's arrow flew in again and hit the juncture. The same face is distorted by the sound of a reluctant attack. - There are limits to the curse you can shoot. You can't shoot for nothing.

"All the time..."

When the old magician toothed, he began another chant. In response to that spell, one evil dragon after another appears in the sky. When he fixed his breath, which had gone up, he commanded the evil dragon who had called.

"Broil out the hidden ones!

Within the evil dragon, which slowly flew around the air under the orders of his master, the three eventually turned in one direction and rang briefly. A northwesterly direction, there is also a large forest in the dotted woods.

The old magician made his lips rip and laughed.

"Go! Eat!

By the life of the Summoner, the evil dragons head straight into the woods.

The old magician reached for the crystal again, laughing and dropping it off.

But the soldier blocks it.

"Your Majesty is here! I can't shoot you now!

As the cry showed, right behind the forest, the target, the Druza army was marching neatly. Having understood the current situation, they finally realize that all of this is what was set up.

"Contact Your Majesty! Ambush!"

A woman rushes to form a composition on the orders of a soldier. But that's exactly when she saw the Falsas storm toward the side of the Druza army passing by the woods.

The composition disappears from her hands into a moment of self-loss. All the others who saw the same sight were void.

And as we anticipated it, the next moment behind them, ten soldiers and magicians led by Ars were transferred.

Taking the back of the enemy magicians, Ars, first trumpeting Druza's soldiers in a hurry to look back, kept moving forward.

- The aim is to secure a crystal that is at the core of the curse.

Tinasha had told Kum beforehand about the scope of the curse, its nucleus, and the danger of its nucleus.

And Oscar's plan consists of three things: making the curse as wasteful as possible, involving Druza's main army and making it impossible to escape from the curse at the same time, and finally, taking the nuke.

"You won't have to take anything all bullets seriously"

And the new king said it seemed troublesome.

On the other hand, it is very difficult to handle the nucleus that remains with five rounds, but if the number of rounds is decreasing, it may be possible to handle it. It was Tinasha who snuck up on me to give it to me if I could take it away.

Even after flying out of Falsus, to Tinasha, who keeps his hands in the shadows to Oscar, Ars is a sorry, smiling one, and he can't lift his head. Or maybe the well-groomed king realizes she's chewing, but she didn't say anything on the surface.

Behind the Druza soldiers, who were suddenly surprised by the enemies that appeared nearby, falling down one after the other without being able to resist a lot, the old magician created a flame in his hands as he distorted his face to hatred. Did you return it to me when you saw it, and the other curse keepers start chanting.

"Go away, you Falsus dog!

So the flames launched by the old magician were scattered in the present days of Ars against the kingdom. Carve, who was chanting behind his back, rearranges his boundaries anew.

Ars, on the other hand, stepped in as he was, waving his sword on a sharp trajectory. The old magician's dry body collapses with a slight touch. Around, by the swords of the Pharsus soldiers, two Druza magicians had fallen, sprinkling blood on the plains.

On the verge of confusion being suppressed with death, a cracked cry echoes in the field.

"Run!"

I don't know whose voice it belonged to.

But at the moment of Ars, who put the man with the crystal and the woman standing next to him in time, the two disappeared without a trace with the chant of metastasis.

Having missed his purpose, Ars hits his tongue hard.

"Contact Master Kum."

Watching Carv snort, Ars paid for the blood on his sword flashing. Beyond my sight, I see both armies hitting each other hard.

There are evil dragons in the air, spitting out flames without sight, but the Pharsus army had outmaneuvered it by the magicians' junction and counterattack. The king's red dragon is in air battle with several evil dragons under magical cover. The spitting flames of the black dragons seemed rather extensive but thus sacrificed to Druza's side. The Druza army, unintentionally struck on the side, seems finally to stay on the spot and fight back.

- This could be only a matter of time before the enemy loses.

When Carv nods after finishing contact, Ars looks around.

That's when something caught his consciousness.

I have a bad feeling.

Ars stared and dazed to see what it was.

Transferring from the confusion to the plain in the south with a view of the battlefield, the two were stunned when they saw the Druza army, whose defeat began to drift.

- It was all on Falsus' hands.

It is enough to destroy the fort when it comes to what they were able to do. But there were probably no people at this point either.

The man bites his teeth at the nagging.

"Let's get out of here. Wait for the plane and do it again."

"Say it again!? When!? My master's dead, and I can't make a curse anymore! How many years do you think it took......!

The woman held it in when she took the crystal from the man's hand.

It's four hundred years since Morcado got to Druza.

I didn't want to get rid of the curse that finally took shape after all that time in this place.

I really want results.

I don't care what that is.

Hatred enclosed in crystals and her own hatred blend together from her touched arms.

Both eyes burning in anger wandered around, and it captured both clashing armies. She stretches her back when she looks straight at the battlefield. I kneaded the crystal with one hand and attached one hand to it.

The man who was lying down pales.

"You... will involve Your Majesty! Stop it!"

"Annoying! There are as many replacements as there are for kings! Destroy Falsus!

That's an ambition already in the realm of madness. But she laughs knowingly at her inclination. I gathered the magic in my hands.

The man looked at the woman stunned and exhaled a deep sigh after a few seconds. He doesn't know if it's giving up or making up his mind. Just reach out and touch the crystal.

"Okay. Let's do it."

The woman laughed.

He who drowns in power assimilates himself with power.

She no longer had that personality either, it had become the murder weapon itself.

"They let the nukes and the magicians get away."

"Als, that's a sermon."

Oscar shrugged on the horse as he waved Acacia on the front line himself instead of Ars. Right behind me is a cum with both liaison and protection.

Occasionally the flames of evil dragons illuminate the area, but that doesn't reach them. Oscar glanced over the sky to make sure Naak was silently slaughtering the evil dragon.

Druza's army is still desperate to resist, but even if they fight from the front, there are 20,000 soldier differences. It is visible that if the thread of tension is broken, it will collapse away.

- If I can, I want to kill or capture Logion for being in the army. That should be a decisive victory or loss.

But unlike Oscar, Logion hasn't come forward. I don't know where it is, but I guess it's guarded and in the army's nostalgia. Oscar checks his surroundings in the corners of his sight with multiple swords to be cut.

He realized it because he was on the front line.

At the same time as I understand what that is, Kum starts chanting. The roaring voice of the king struck the perimeter.

"Back off!"

A dozen magicians who were in the rear hurried to start chanting. Doan, who was in it, turns pale in understanding things. From their point of view, two figures appeared small, left forward, beyond the troops deployed east of Druza's army. A disastrous giant black magic is concentrating there.

When the soldiers began to retreat, bewildered by the Lord's words, a running stream of increasingly black power was struck out of the distant shadows. A tornado of curses makes me sound like I'm going crazy in my ears, and I'm heading to the battlefield. You noticed the signs. Druza's general looked back from the horse and opened his mouth suddenly.

"... what?

Without that answer, the general was swallowed up by a curse for every soldier he led.

The tornado, which slaughtered about a third of the Druza army and several evil dragons without stopping as it were, pushes the plains and tries to devour the Falsas armies - stopped moving just before.

There was an Oscar out front with a bitter face, acacia toward the curse chunk.

The curse, which clashed against the sword of magic deactivation on the verge of becoming a black sphere, gradually breaks down with a screaming high sound. The black magic that the sword pressed to swallow the king from the untouched left and right was held back by the magicians in a huge junction in cooperation.

Oscar hears a painful voice as he stares at the curse as it becomes black mist and disperses from the touch of the blade. His whole body was so compressed that he was likely to be squashed, and he was going to run out of power just to relate.

- - At this rate, I don't know how long the junction will last.

I thought so. When he painstakingly attached his left hand as much to the sword, he spun it slightly as he pushed out Acacia.

Severe pain runs on both arms. I thought I heard a broken bone.

But at that time, my vision was finally clear and I could see the view beyond. I broke the curse.

Oscar ascertains his broken left arm. The sweat began to float naturally and on my forehead, but I didn't feel so much pain because my spirit was elevated.

He looks back as he holds his arm down.

"Can it be cured?

"If you can make it"

"Please."

Kum touched the king's hand as he turned pale but chanted. On the overwhelming power of the curse, the magician's back is wet with cold sweat.

In the end, their boundaries were unbearable to the current offense.

But at the last moment, the composition of the silver thread glowed over Oscar's entire body, and the junction was supported from within. Perhaps it was upfront. That composition is not what they put on it. Kum thanked the human help who was not here.

Oscar gives instructions to Ettard as he erases the pain and checks his fixed arm. Upset by the blow of the current curse, he gave his life to break a third of his soldiers in pursuit of the dispersed Druza army and to lower the majority of the other Falsas forces. I really wanted to evacuate the whole army, but if we move that far, the aim of the curse might change. Ettard lowered his head with a complexion similar to that of Kum or stopping by.

"Next, I'm coming!

To Doan's voice, tension ran around him. The chant for defense begins.

"Two more shots..."

Oscar turned to the curse with a bitter smile. The black vortex comes straight towards him without blocking it. The king's horse was afraid to see it. Oscar shakes Acacia again as he strokes and forgives his glossy tenderness with his left hand.

Black magic that fills your sight. The pressure of stuffing his breath struck his entire body.

- Can you enjoy it?

Such a question strikes me head all the time. But I couldn't make a weak noise.

The curse must not set a precedent in history, such as the decision to win or lose a war. Not to mention if that is one of the leading countries on the continent and Falsas with Acacia. If we don't make it through here, countries could end up with a curse under the water.

That would change the course of history. You can do it, not you have to.

My whole body lifts up its stiffness.

My left arm doesn't move well.

The recoil that breaks down the magic forces paralyzes the right hand.

The pattern finally slipped off of my hand, which was squeezing hard.

- It doesn't taste good.

Oscar grabs the double-edged part with his hands in an aggressive manner.

But my fingers don't move well. Blood seeped into my sword.

Black magic reaches out to him.

The end, but I can see it right there.

But at that time, right behind him, one sign appeared untouched. Pressure to distort the body disappears.

Behind him, that sign, probably sitting on a horse, made his light body lean against his back. A warm force is poured from it. Bones and muscles are instantly healed.

Oscar glances at the surprise, but quickly laughs bitterly. A strange relief was created when he said that the curse was still in front of him. Use your cured left hand to hold back Acacia.

As he looked forward, the king spoke toward that sign, which he knew well.

"I thought you hated me."

"I hate it. Don't look back because you don't even want to see your face."

Some angry thorny voice sounds beautiful. Oscar put up with wanting to laugh out.

My body is light. Move freely.

He cut off the curse as it was. The black vortex is torn, dust and disappears.

I heard voices behind my back.

He confirms the missing right hand of the wound and grips Acacia again.

"How did you get here?

The woman replies reluctantly to the voice she hears without looking back.

"It's time to get used to your good personality."

She was a little silent.

Beautiful voices change. Words were spun, as they prayed, as they told them what had been decided.

"Whether you forget it, I forget it, no matter how many times history changes, I am your protector. That never changes."

Her words crept into his heart as pure as uncluttered water. Oscar's chest only hurts a little because of his lack of stray.

when he opened his mouth trying to answer something, but

"I'll be right back."

And the woman's voice pressed the precaution.

He snorts. I can see black magic being born in the distance.

"By the way, do you see the magic composition?

"invisible"

"That...... Well... then this time, I'll lend you my eyesight"

At the same time that the woman was finished, Oscar was surprised that his vision had changed.

The view you see remains unchanged. But I see strange lines and light everywhere. He sighed at the curse coming toward him as he spun the black quintessential circle and the intensity of the white light that wrapped him.

The voice of a calm woman speaks.

"Can you see the black circle?

"Visible"

"What line connects the circles to each other?

"I know. Should I cut that one?"

A woman laughs dull. Seeing it as an affirmation, Oscar gently pulled Acacia. Target the impending curse.

I have no hesitation.

With his sharp exhaling breath, he mutilated the black composition.

Unlike the previous two, Oscar clapped out to a lightly fogged curse after losing his composition. I'm going to take a sigh of relief to see if the effort is different because of the difference in the way it is done.

He tried to speak to the woman behind him, but at some point he realized he couldn't feel the signs. Looking back in haste, there Kum is turning his eyes round and looking back at the king.

Oscar tilted his neck and asked.

"What about Tinasha?

"Huh?"

"I would have been here right now."

"Yes, no, no one was here"

Oscar turned his eyes round himself. I recall the last minute wondering if it was an illusion.

But that can't be true. Otherwise, you couldn't have broken the curse so lightly.

Looking down at his body with no injuries, Oscar raised his voice and laughed.

The woman stood up on the plain, holding a crystal with almost thin black temper to enclose.

I wasn't expecting the curse to be prevented three times.

She didn't even doubt the immensity of her power, and now that she had lost it, she couldn't do anything and stared at the distance.

But suddenly a man slaps that shoulder.

"Let's get out of here. The enemy is here."

Seeing, the Ars, who cut off the old magician earlier, drive their horses closer.

The woman flaunted her teeth and looked back at it. Cover the crystal and let your hands touch the cold surface.

A man changed his complexion when he realized her intentions.

"Stop it! If you unleash the unorthopaedic magic, you're in big trouble!

But when she waves off the stretched man's hand, she pushes the crystal forward with both hands.

"Come out... eat!

Depending on the magic poured, black stains leaked out of the crystal. That's not like the curse earlier, it slowly spreads around without a clear shape. The grass withered from the spot where the stain touched, and the odor drifted afterwards.

The man gets stiff about the rest. This is a danger to ourselves if we don't escape.

He tried to structure the metastasis, but noticed that the leaked stain was headed to a point in the air. The black fog of resentment is sucked to that point, and sublimated.

Most stains disappeared while they were stunned by the unrealistic view - there appeared one woman instead.

A woman with long dark hair and white magnetic skin. Floating in the air, she is so beautiful that her very existence is obscure.

The lid that was closed slowly opens. Dark eyes peeked from below.

The woman smiles lusciously at the two who look up to her.

"I'll see you first...... My name is Tinasha As Mayer Ur Aetherna Trudar, the twelfth Queen Trudar. Are you sure you took over the art and sin of the sinner Morcado?

It's an eye with the power to bind people.

The eyes of the abyss look to swallow.

The two men and women were flabbergasted by her name.

"Ma, the witchkiller queen..."

"... is it real...?

The queen reaches out to both of them.

Seeing the magic stirring in its glossy presence, the two realized that the queen's name was true. She sounds like a thin whistle.

"If there is no objection, there is punishment for sin. That's it."

The woman who lost everything closed her eyes with a bitter sense of defeat. White light burns on the back of the lid.

And as it was, her eyes would never be opened again.

King Rosion of Druza, who managed to take off in the confusion, was driving his horse towards the border with a few soldiers.

If you open the lid, it's a good place to lose. He cursed the magicians in his chest.

He could not destroy the Pharsus army by saying the great things, and by implicating his own army he put in a curse. Unforgivably.

Rozion, who bit his teeth to see how he would end up when he got back to the country, climbed forward, however, with the momentum that the horse he was riding suddenly stopped. Manage to grab the reins and prevent them from shaking off.

Looking around, the horses of the soldiers of the escort were similarly stopped on their feet.

"What the fuck! What the fuck! Run!"

He kicked the horse in the belly, but the horse doesn't even try to move tingly. When I looked behind me, I saw Falsus' troops coming after Logion.

"Damn it! Run!

Logion pulls out his sword. But there was a strong paralysis in his arm. The king accidentally removes the sword.

At the same time, in his ear, the girl's voice whispered without anyone present.

"The Queen said you could have missed it if you hadn't used the curse."

"Who!

The answer won't come back. Only a voice laughing funny disappears into the air.

Behind him were the Pharsus chasers who pulled out their swords nearby.

"That's a Falsus win. Pretty much in the sweeping phase, I guess."

"Because the basic force is different. Without a curse, it would be a natural consequence."

The two floating in the sky looked down at the battlefield and expressed a mild sentiment. Of those who let some laid-back air drift, one is a magician woman with the name of Trudar and the other is that spiritual girl.

The woman shrugged her shoulders when she saw the cursed space covered in black mist.

"Do you want to sublimate those two places before you go home"

"I wish I could leave you alone. Dear Tinasha, serious"

"You can't leave that..."

Tinasha first moved over the fort site as she raised her hair. sublimate the magic that held onto it with a few minutes of chanting.

"Another place..."

Groaning like a pain in the ass, she moved over a space where the black remnants still burst.

At the same time as we gather the troops, reports will be gathered again. Among them were mixed reports that they had taken King Druza Logion. At the end of the frightening enemy king, but Oscar did not move a single eyebrow but nodded.

Ars, who came last, reported that he would come down from the horse and thank him.

"The two magicians of the curse are dead."

"You killed him?

Ars laughed bitterly when asked back. Answer with your head.

"No, that's better..."

Oscar understood the reason for the cloudy words. I look around and lean my neck.

"Sire?"

"No... gather the troops, half to the camp, the other half back to the castle"

"Yes, sir."

A camp has already been built a little further away in anticipation of the destruction of the fort. In the future, we will be waiting to rebuild the fort while putting troops there.

When Oscar gave the generals and the magicians instructions for post-processing, he manipulated the horse and left the scene. Nark returns on his shoulder as expected. Doan and several soldiers rushed to follow Oscar, who suddenly began to move.

The king looks up at the sky when he stops his horse right next to the woods extinguished by the curse.

There's nothing there. Doan frowned in surprise.

"Tinasha! He'll be there. Come down."

At the same time Doan was surprised by Oscar's words, the black mist that remained on the site cleared.

At some point when I see it, the distortion of the site of the fort is also gone. Then a grumpy woman's voice came down from above.

"How did you know that? I'm trying to keep it invisible."

"Survey"

"You're a disgusting person..."

A woman appears above the deserted sky. She slowly descended as she conceived the air on her silky dark hair. Dropping altitude to the same eye height as Oscar, he tilts his neck and smiles sarcastically.

"Didn't you say you didn't even want to see your face?

"Don't even think about it."

While giving it back lightly, Oscar laughed bitterly when he found out that the earlier conversation was still not illusory.

Meanwhile, Tinasha is flaunting herself with arms. That look, which I hadn't seen much of, looked strange and adorable to Oscar.

"Well, that's good... tell me. I don't think this is going to happen to you. I don't expect anything in particular. Do as you please."

"I do like it, though."

Oscar made the call. Tinasha accordingly comes near him even with a disgusting face. He reached out and looked into his dark eyes when he touched his white cheek.

"Thanks. Thanks."

Tinasha shakes her eyes in surprise. I've looked back at him with a face that seemed awkward to have trouble reacting. Lay down your long eyelashes and whine.

"It's not like they're going to thank you. It's a treat."

"I said thanks because I wanted to. And then, well... apologize. Sorry about the other day."

"Nothing is fine. I'm heavy anyway. I can't help being pulled."

"I don't remember saying that much..."

Oscar held her body on her lap, floating next to her, smiling bitterly. Gently slap the pussy in the head.

"Right...... it's not doctrine to get help unilaterally. I'll help you, too, so you can help me. So you can do whatever you want. The castle room is intact."

Tinasha looked up at the man with a decent face. But soon, I swell my cheeks and stare at him.

"You think they won't hate you no matter what? You think I'd be happy to come back to you?

"I don't think so. You don't even want to see your face."

Oscar laughs ridiculously.

- - I felt good.

Even the woman she will eventually leave from her own, it doesn't matter.

It's not like I want to get it. I just liked it.

It's funny, so I wanted to make you like it. I wanted to see it fly free.

That's all for now. And I think that's fine.

Tinasha looked bitterly at him laughing, but smiled just a little with a small sigh. Lean yourself against a man's body.

"Fine, already... I'm ready to swing by you. I'm within your reach."

"I've been swayed all along."

To the words of a gentle man, the beautiful magician put out his tongue.

This battle was not of great magnitude, but the fact that Druza used a curse, and yet torn it by mourning the king, rocked nations and was to be engraved on a page in the history of the continent.

Soon after, Druza, who had no successor, split into two parts, and the former Druza nation on the western side, which was bordered by Trudar, turned to the magical powers and became one of the kingdoms.

And after this, the use of the curse for war was forbidden as a treaty between continental powers.

It is not on record that there was one magician with the name of Trudar in the shadow of King Falsus breaking the curse.

It is a story behind history that most of those who were in the war also do not know.