Unnamed Memory

One afternoon, when much cheer was getting hot, one woman was floating upside down on the ceiling of King Falsus' office. She is undoubtedly a member of the royal family of Trudar, dressed in simple thin clothes, such as those worn by civilians, wrapped up with long dark hair.

The woman drowned her head gently, asking the master of the room.

"Oh, it's hot... can I lower the temperature in the room"

"I don't mind, is it that hot?

"I've hardly ever left Trudar before..."

Tinasha used magic to reduce the temperature of the room slightly, as she said. Getting off to the floor slowly spinning.

Farsas and Turdar are neighboring countries, but the temperature is mostly higher in the castle capital of Farsas than in Turdar, where the altitude is high and the castle capital is slightly north. Even if not, Falsus is a warm country. It will be good for her to grow up in a cool country. Lazar, who classified the paperwork by the desk, raised her face to the cool room air.

An Oscar on his desk tells her to fix his clothes.

"If you're down, make me some tea."

"This cheerful hot cup of tea is great for you."

She starts brewing tea for the lord of the room, even though she says so, using tea utensils that are prepared on the wall. There is often a cold water drain next door, but this has been arranged since last week for her being in the heat.

More than two weeks after her troubles with Druza, Tinasha lives in and out of her own country and Falsas. In about two thirds of those days, she was in Falsus, and she seemed to be returning to her country every three days to prepare for her reign.

But Oscar tilts his neck when he realizes he's still in Falsus this week.

"You've been immersed lately. Anything on the analysis?

"Ugh... it's a little clogged. There's something I don't know..."

"Ho."

"Well, it's a bit of a change of mood. You might come up with something."

When she says that, she floats again without sound. Oscar laughed without raising his face from the paperwork to Tinasha, who slowly spins the universe as he bends his thin legs.

"You can surrender anything."

"I didn't! Wait a minute, please."

"Well, you can't have a baby."

The curse placed on him by the silent witch entails too powerful a guardian for the child from the time he is in his belly and consequently damages his mother's life. The only countermeasure is to decurse it or choose a mother powerful enough to withstand protection.

Tinasha shrugged her shoulders gently when she said she could stand the magic.

"I will give birth. He imprinted that his personality sucks, and then he handed it over."

"You have a nice, medium personality."

A reward for a joke without any other love, but Lazar frowns alone feeling disturbed.

Tinasha is going to be the queen of neighboring countries. Having a child who would make her the next king of Falsus is something I would like to avoid in national traffic if I could. I just didn't think Oscar would figure that out, but as a squire, I'm sure he'd rub his mind.

When Tinasha returns to the floor, she starts pouring the more well steamed tea into the cup. He stared at Oscar as he placed a cup of light red liquid on his desk.

That's how she says rustle when she makes the instantaneous tannic surface like she realizes something.

"If it's a girl, I'll pick it up."

I don't care if you're a man or a woman.

"That's unexpected. But this is our problem."

"Hmm."

Lazar waved her hands in a hurry to a story that went concretely for the joke.

"But it's still being analyzed."

"That's right! You forgot the moment! I'm trying!

"Right or right. Good luck with that."

When Oscar reached out and took the cup, he started drinking tea.

It has a pleasant scent that rises with hot air. Once he had placed the paperwork in his hand, he looked up at the razal beside him.

"Any interesting stories? My body gets better."

"Even if there is, I won't talk about your majesty going out. Strongly speaking, I hear there's been a strange religious group in Castle Capital lately."

"What is it?"

To Oscar, who expressed interest, Lazar briefly told him what he knew.

- That a religious group dedicated to a new god, not the traditional gods, has appeared in the castle capital for a month now, and that they are beginning to take root in the city while steadily increasing their followers.

"What's a new god like?

"It's like that's not revealed to anyone but the faithful. It's like a religion that values power."

"It's a dangerous idea."

Tinasha, who was sitting in a chair listening, coldly affirmed.

Falsus has no particular restrictions on faith, but most people believe in the ancient gods of nature, starting with Itea God. Statues of those gods were now also worshipped in the cathedral of the castle and in the temple to the east.

Turdar, on the other hand, is only a magical state, basically an atheistic state. There is an altar in the cathedral, but no idols are placed.

Oscar, who heard the story, put on his cheek cane and opened his mouth to look uninteresting.

"Should we put out an investigation?

"Even so, nothing strange has happened. At best, they're smoked by non-believers."

"I see..."

Oscar returned the cup when he drank the tea.

Tea also cools quickly because the air in the room is cooled. Is the chilled person still hot or when he stood up he took the water drain. As I pour water into the cup, I say as I recall.

"Speaking of which, I've had an appointment with Regis since this evening, so I'm going back to Trudar"

"You forgot."

"Wow, I haven't forgotten... you'll learn to be with that guy. It's different from yours, but you're going to be a good king."

Oscar, appreciated far away, frowned, however.

One is that she's not too funny to be close to Regis, but this is the end of the story. What bothered me was what she said about Regis, the next queen of Trudar.

"It's like Regis is going to be king."

"Did you hear that?

She laughed with a pranky face.

Even though she has slept for four hundred years, her physical age is nineteen. Regis, now twenty-three years old, will not be the first to take the throne unless she takes office and nothing happens.

Oscar was surprised about it, but didn't go in any further and ask. By and large Tinasha was once the reigning, ostracized young queen between the ages of fourteen and nineteen. I don't know what lies ahead. That was something I could say to Oscar, a young king as well.

Tinasha drank a sip of water from the cup, but when she had a decent face, she put the cup of water back in the water.

The Oscar who watched it speaks up.

"What's up?

"No... you have this poison in you"

The two men changed their complexion to what they were told was unmistakable. Oscar runs over to her as she kicks her chair and stands up.

Tinasha hastily fastened the man trying to capture her jaw with his left hand and throw up with his right finger in his mouth.

"Wait, wait! Magic pills don't work on me!

"... are you sure you're okay?

"True."

Tinasha answers with tears as she bites her nearly put finger in her mouth. Oscar believed it and let her go.

She shakes her head as she holds her throat.

"I have too much magic in my body, and normal magic drugs break it down even if it's configured. It's just bad water for me, too, if normal people drink it."

"Hopefully...... no, not good at all"

The water drain in question was placed for Tinasha.

Oscar never gets his hands on the cold water she has here first, and Lazar never speaks of anything in this room except to accompany her with her brewed tea. It's a case that could also be a diplomatic issue if you do poorly. But when he was about to be poisoned, he put on a flat arm.

"I don't know how many people feel about being killed. But you're the one who thinks I'm just a princess around using magic drugs."

"Let them investigate. You stay on the defensive line for a while."

Copy that, sir.

"Bad"

Oscar gave instructions to Lazar as he gently slapped her in the head. Lazar takes it and rushes out of the office pale. Oscar sighed as the door closed.

"Whatever it is, you can stay in Turdar until we get our findings."

"I'm fine. I'll be back tomorrow because I'm worried about you."

Seeing Tinasha smiling with her eyes closed, Oscar wanted to hold that thin body asexually. But instead, I connect her cheeks without meaning.

"Ouch! Why!

"No reason."

When Tinasha half-eyed at the irrational maneuver, she threw a mean grin on the man's face.

By the time the day began to tilt, Tinasha had used a transfer formation connecting Farsas' chamber with Trudar's chamber to return to her country.

Oscar was terribly worried about the impending poisoning, but it's not that big of a deal for her, who grew up alongside the danger of assassination from an early age. People kill people for a variety of reasons. If I doubt it, I have no idea. I just kept the defensive junction just as I was told.

Tinasha looks out the window as she dresses up and heads to Regis' waiting library.

The sunset is beautiful. Will these views remain the same forever? She looks back at her memories when she was queen. It was a long time ago, but Tinasha, who had been in a long sleep, was able to vividly remember every event as it had been the other day.

- But I also remember losing it. No, I might as well say I no longer have a memory to gain.

Tinasha smiled trapped in such fantasies all the time about how much of herself lived in the course of this immense time.

I can see the door to the information room at the end of the hallway.

Today I looked at the banned material and promised to help sort it out.

There are many different kinds of bandages, but today it is the material of its ultimate, curseless entanglement that we get our hands on. Those materials, which are only allowed to be touched by magicians or royalty among the tourdards, are not large in quantity, but were also the shadow property of the history of this country for nearly seven hundred years.

Until now, those materials had never been sorted out, even if they were to be newly added.

But in one of Druza's cases last month, Regis felt the need to organize the curse and persuaded the Father King to finally accept it.

Tinasha walked in in front of the door, courtesy of the soldiers on the lookout.

The material room in the table is a library with a full wall on the shelf. Surprisingly passing that room filled with books and documents, she touched the door in the back wall. In response to the royal covenant, the door opens to the other side without sound. Ahead, Regis, with the old scroll in his hand, stood on his back.

He looks back when he realizes that the door has opened and raises his hand.

"I'm sorry you came. I thought if I did this alone, I wouldn't trust you."

"No, that's what I was wondering too, and let me help"

The two split up and spread the material about the curse on their desks.

Through all fifteen of those materials, Tinasha frowns.

"These seven have countermeasures, and in some cases they seem to help, so I'll put them in writing later. This and this and this... you should dispose of it. It's too dangerous. And these two are incorrectly interpreted laws in the first place. I think this should also be disposed of. The other three are no big deal, so you can stay put."

Regis nodded and classified it as she said, closing the disposal material to a particularly tight sealed box. These materials will be written off after the King's acceptance.

Tinasha took the newest and most additionally cursed material fifty years ago, among the fifteen species. That dossier, which one of Turdar's magicians says he wrote up in a study, describes the composition of a massive curse, aimed at a large capital.

But from her point of view, it's just an empty theory on the desk. She or a witch would be the only one who could put together so many configurations on her own. When you become that much of a magician, you don't need a configuration put together by others, or you can't make up more than one person because it's a curse.

That's why she decided it was no big deal.

Tinasha smiles bitterly as she helps Regis with the materials.

- - No really dangerous technique is left here.

In fact, four hundred years ago, that technique and incident, which nearly destroyed the country in front of her, were not even left in writing and buried in the darkness.

As long as there are people who think about overturning things by mighty force, there is always a chance that the world will have a curse.

But she knew better than anyone that she should never forgive it.

When they left the dossier room, they picked up dinner together.

Karste, the king, seems to be out on an inspection of the Iste region, which has now just become Trudar territory in the former Druza, where the other two meals, female officers and soldiers of escorts, are the only ones at a wide table.

Regis spoke to the woman sitting face to face as she included the table liquor in her mouth.

"How's Falsus?

"It's hot. I don't know if it's summer yet."

Regis raises her voice and laughs at Tinasha shaking her neck left and right as she sighs. She was relieved to see how it went.

I can't say very much that I was poisoned during the day. I have a problem with being banned from entering and leaving Falsus because of that. Tinasha smiles silently at her mouth alone.

Regis then touched on Druza's case two or three times last month, but you remembered it with the evil dragon, and he looked up.

"Speaking of which, was that dragon given to King Falsus?

"Oh, because Naak was originally his."

Tinasha, who replied with a grunt, sees Regis look suspicious, and he gets it all over his chest, grunts. I prayed that you wouldn't notice, but he'd been listening on top of each other.

"What do you mean? I thought that dragon had been here with you for 400 years... In the first place, you told me you were waiting for the swordsman of Acacia, but why him? Three generations ago, King Falsus was reported to have arrived, but he couldn't get through the underground door."

To a folding question, Tinasha shrugged her neck with a child-like face where pranks were found.

Mira and I talked about Oscars in front of Regis, but they didn't talk about "him from the future," either, and I never gave Regis a detailed explanation.

He just vaguely knows that Tinasha has been here for 400 years in return. And because Oscar happened to be the one who woke her up, I thought I was helping him.

Tinasha worried for a while with her eyes not sharp but staring straight at herself, but eventually paid people when she made up her mind. Open your heavy mouth.

"I don't think it's an incredible story... I met him when I was a kid and he's helping me."

"Huh?"

"I mean... he's the one who crossed the clock first. It's in the form of retrograde..."

Regis rounded his eyes when he heard it. I guess it's hard to believe what they say. Magic doesn't have laws to go back to the past. It's not a matter of magic, big or small. Impossible. Even the highest demons don't change that.

His reaction to Tinasha was unexpected, so I decided to keep going.

"He doesn't remember that right now. It seems history has been altered by helping me... Nark left me in my room. He said I gave it to him."

I'm not who I am now, so I don't remember, Tinasha smiled bitterly.

Regis shook his head gently. But it doesn't look like she's lying. He sorts out stories that don't even clap.

"Does King Falsus meet another lady and get a dragon... and then go back in time and give up the dragon to your child's lady?

"You will be."

"Are you sure you're the same person?

"I know how you feel. But he's the same person, isn't he? If you look at Nark, you'll see, and so will I."

Listening to her assertions, Regis calmed her confusing head as she exhaled deeply.

- If it's true, it's a fact that rocks the foundations of magic research.

Tinasha seems to have that awareness, too, and she is drinking tea with a face where the bulbs look bad.

But I can't help but think she didn't say it. First of all, it's an incredible story, and believing it just raises new issues.

"That story, to him..."

"I didn't say. It won't matter to him right now. I got pissed off once, don't look at me sentimentally."

Tinasha looked far with only a few lonely eyes. The distance is four hundred years pregnant.

The memory of a time that could never be filled was the only shard that existed in her at the earliest.

After dinner, he broke up with Tinasha and Regis, returning to his room, refused to escort soldiers and was walking alone in the corridor.

Nature and sigh zero.

Tinasha ended up saying she didn't know how Oscar came to the past about its means. She herself said she was half-hearted until she woke up and met him.

Still, he said, "Maybe it was me before that I decursed his curse. I'm glad that's all I came for," Regis nodded to her smiling. I never suspected she had such memories. That Oscar was special to her from the beginning. There were thoughts there just to throw everything away and let it go beyond 400 years.

"Wouldn't this be hostile?

Regis lay his eyes down and smiled. That smile has just a little bit of bitterness mixed with it.

But not surprisingly. If she laughs happily, that's fine.

She's the legendary queen I've dreamed of since I was a kid. When I actually met her, I unexpectedly thought of that poisonless soft smile, but equally sized she was adorable and rather strongly attracted.

Besides, we haven't got a fight yet. I just had one memory of her childhood. And that's not what was shared with Oscar. Regis told herself it wasn't enough to give up.

What bothers me more than that is her past that she gave Oscar the dragon.

Now she's been over four hundred years to see him.

Then why has she met him in the past four hundred years?

Indeed, her magic makes it possible now to go over hundreds of years in a magical sleep, and even if she didn't sleep, it's a body of women who are easily compatible with magic. You will also be able to live long years by magic.

But Regis only knows one name that was given such a presence. - It's a symbol that brings the awe-inspiring women to life because of too much magic.

Regis closes his eyes momentarily as he walks to the deepening thought.

At that time, without any sign, someone's hand touched my back.

Surprisingly, the body looks back reflexively. I'm going to concentrate my magic on my right hand.

But in the end it was not done, and Regis sank into a dark night without seeing the faces of those who stood behind him.

The magic pills served on Tinasha were on the spot and the producer's quota was made by herself. But the result is that the producer is someone she doesn't know.

At least I found out there were no producers in the castle, but I still can't wait to seem to easily poison the castle's drinks. Oscar was making people rigorously investigate who the person who prepared the water drain was and who put it in the room.

"It was a woman named Clarice who prepared the water and brought it in. I'm thirty-six this year and I'm not close, and I've been serving the castle for five years."

"Does that sound like you know something?

"That's what I'm saying, I don't know anything, but it looks like my teeth are broken badly..."

I'll see you in person later.

Oscar answers Lazar's report without concealing his displeasure.

It's an unpublished case, but it's the next queen of a neighboring country where the Oscars will be kept that was targeted. Whatever the reason, if the woman is the killer, she won't be spared a maximum sentence first.

"Speaking of which, don't look at Tinasha. Are you okay?"

The door was knocked almost at the same time as the question that came out of his mouth. Oscar, who replied thinking it would be her on the subject, is a little surprised that she is not the one standing there, but the girl of the Spirit.

When Mira entered the room and closed the door, she gave a message from her husband on the spot.

"Master Tinasha said he won't be back today. Confidential, but Regis was attacked and is currently in a coma. They're going to pack it for a while."

Oscar and Lazar changed their complexion. Two heirs to the Trudar throne were attacked in one day yesterday.

"What about the killer?

"Unknown. Looks like quite a magician. Dear Tinasha, I was seriously angry, so if they found me, I'd probably rip it open."

Bye, and when I waved, the Spirit disappeared.

Lazar groans, staring at where she was.

"Are they the same as this one?"

"If that's the case, it's a strange trick."

The place is also quite far away, albeit in neighbouring countries. A magician who could use a metastasis wouldn't be that far away, but it's a convoluted offense nonetheless.

Oscar cheeked with a bitter face about what the hell was going on.

The murderer who attacked Regis put a magic and curse on him and mixed them up. The combination of the curse of letting him sleep and the magic of keeping him in that state put him in a coma.

Tinasha went into maintaining his body and analyzing the curse in Regis' own room, cursing the disappeared killer. There is no better way to solve magic than by mixing magic and curse. The curse had to be done both at the same time.

"What do you think, Lord Tinasha? Can you handle it?

Calste, hurried back by his son's anomaly, asks Tinasha, who stands beside his bedside.

She looked back on the tannic side.

"The technique of maintaining the body is going to happen to the tattoo even tomorrow. The analysis took three weeks, didn't it? Perhaps it would be quicker if the killer were caught..."

"I'll make security thorough. And so far, there have been no reports of incursions into the castle's boundaries from outside."

"I didn't feel it either. You're too handy, and maybe someone inside has something to do with it. Do you have any idea what the Lord Regis was dealing primarily with these days?

Karste tilts his neck as he holds his mouth by his hand.

"The biggest ones are still a curse ban...... some others are fine, so I'll look into everything and make materials"

"Please"

When Karste left the room, all that was inside were the two soldiers of the escort and her, and the master of the unawakened room. Tinasha sighs when she sees a neat sleeping face with thin lines but seeping out the beauty of growing up. As he cluttered up his own dark hair, he put his left hand over his body.

A configuration drawn in red lines emerges in the air.

She began chanting quietly as she glanced at the composition that someone had put together.

When Oscar finished his morning job, he headed to the room where the woman in question was being held.

A woman by the name of Clarice bows her head as she atrophies to what the king has done immediately. Oscar asked for direct access.

"You know why I'm here, right?

"Duh, if it's about poison, I'm nothing..."

To her laying face down with most, Oscar pulled a nearby chair and sat down as he turned a cold eye. Look straight up at Clarice's eyes.

Her acuteness made her breathless. I want to look away but I can't.

When the young king breathed deeply, he spat out a relaxed and heavy word.

"I can't help but know because I'm on the ground, but I'm asking that woman for some serious business. It is a question of the survival of the Pharsus royal family. That's why they're beside me."

"Ju, is this a serious business...?

"Oh. Everyone else threw a spoon for fifteen years. I'm just trying to figure out what he can do. If anything happens to him now, Trudar isn't the only one in trouble. And the Pharsus royal family will perish."

Clarice opened her mouth gently.

I thought it was a joke, but the grumpy king's eyes are serious in themselves. Gradually, awe ran through his body with a sense of reality.

My legs tremble. When he got a bloody face, Clarice held his mouth down with both hands. When she falls to the floor and kneels, she begins to cry.

"Also, I'm sorry. I didn't know that was happening..."

"Where did you get the poison from?

"A strange man in the city... said Master Tinasha is actually a witch trying to impress His Majesty... They also told me that medicine doesn't mean I'm going to die because I'm a witch..."

Oscar pounded his tongue hard.

I didn't think it was her solo offender, but when it comes to strange men, I could run out of clues there.

Clarice is covering her face with a sobbing voice.

"Why did you believe such a story? That's out of standard, but I'm not a witch. Undisputed Queen of Trudar."

Clarice weeps and just repeats that she is sorry.

Who and how far do you know the man who gave her the magic pills? Did you know that magic pills don't work on Tinasha, or is that a lie to manipulate Clarice?

The more I thought about what the hell the purpose was, the more I was going to have a headache.

"For a more detailed explanation of the man, leave it to him because Doan will come to hear it. Though I didn't mean to kill you, it's a poison that can kill people. I'm sure you're ready."

"also, of course…"

Oscar looked at her with a moment of pity, but immediately erased the emotion.

Even if he is the only person in a position to forgive her, and even if Tinasha affirms it, he should never forgive her without permission. He was well aware of his duties and responsibilities.

Then, based on Clarice's testimony, a report was made of a man who had scolded her.

The man, who wore the magician's robe in his eyes and said he was from Trudar, said that he had seriously exhorted Tinasha to be "the fifth witch who was sealed under the castle".

Clarice believed the man's words when he was told that she was a princess in the evidence but that her birth record was not in Trudar.

"Well, naturally you don't. What was Regis explaining to people outside the country?

"He's a distant daughter of the royal family and blessed with magic, so he decided to welcome her as his next queen candidate"

"But don't you actually check the distal muscles?"

I almost told him to get it right around there, and Oscar remembered that Regis was currently in a coma, and he shut his mouth.

Doan, standing in front of the desk, tilts his neck and looks back at the king. He decided to continue reporting because Oscar looked flat.

"I'm saying I didn't see the man's face very well. Looks like he was a middle meat mid back. It was the market that was talked to, and she knew she was a man with a courtroom."

"In the meantime, give me an investigation to see if there are any similar people in the city. And then make sure no one in the courtroom made contact with the suspicious."

"Yes, sir."

Doan took his life and arranged an investigation.

- But without finally finding the man in question and gaining any more powerful clues, this one case closed with Clarice's execution.

A new turning point will come to Farsas, parallel to this incident, four days after Tinasha was poisoned.

The day after Regis was attacked, Tinasha fell asleep once she fixed the magic of life support as a tattoo on his bedroom. Because he was awake for two whole days after a rushing event, he falls into a deep sleep that he never dreamed of.

When she woke up, she received an inquiry into Calste's arranged regis. A magician named Renate briefly explains the document when he hands it to Tinasha. The paperwork listed more than fifty projects over the past week alone, and she sighed unexpectedly.

"You're a diligent cashier."

"His Royal Highness did half of the administration, and you handled issues that were not advanced and surfaced."

The organisation of the curse is one of them. Tinasha nodded silently.

"Separate the cases that have been processed and those that are being processed for now... I will take over those that are being processed. Wash the treated ones."

"Yes, sir."

In the week that followed, Tinasha handled his work parallel to Regis' analysis of the curse.

She was reigning as queen most of the time. The process itself was done, but time had been taken from it to wash out anything that might have something to do with the Regis raid.

Following Lennart's visit after the investigation, Tinasha asks about the progress.

"How was it?

"There was one suspicious thing"

Renate begins to report to her back, asking as she does her analytical work.

"I had a replacement for Chief Mage last year, but it seems His Highness was looking into that HR again"

"Was there a suspicion?

"I tried to find something more suspicious than that, is that it? The new magician is a man named Robros, but His Highness could have suspected this man of embezzlement. We're also looking into the movement of research spending since he became a magician."

Tinasha arm wrapped when she stopped the hand of analysis. Reflect on Renate.

He said there was no evidence of embezzlement.

"Looks like. It's gray from me."

"I don't mind my personal opinion. What kind of man is Robros?

"He's short."

Tinasha accidentally raised her voice and laughed in response to the reply that came back clearly.

Renate refrains with a stiff face. She liked the character. I've been dealing with him a lot this past week, but I'm competent and credible. You would at least be lucky to have attracted good talent.

Tinasha puts her finger on her chin when she stops laughing. Instead I smiled full of intimidation that I wouldn't normally show.

"This one had a harvest, too. I would have realized sooner if I had prioritized the analysis of the curse..."

"Is one of them fateful?"

"Or both, right? Let's put up a little trap. Enemies are also cautious because they haven't moved since they attacked Regis. So it rocks a little. So much so that we have to move."

Renate bows her head to her invincible grin.

Until now, they were attacked by enemies, and all they had to do was protect them.

But from now on, reverse the offense. I was not willing to miss the conspiracy and those who make it good.

Tinasha gives instructions to Renate. And he moved again to set a trap.

Five days before Tinasha began preparing for a counterattack in Turdar, an unusual guest was visiting Falsas Castle.

At first, it was an Oscar who tried to pay the front door, but when you think of something, you pass the person between glances. In front of him, who did not hide his amusing expression, Nesan, the Interior Minister; Cum, the magician; Ars, who had recently taken over the duties of Ettard, who had retired; Doan, the magician; and Lazar looked suspiciously at the person who had suddenly arrived.

When she smiles lusciously at her beautiful appearance, she gives a grace with a graceful trick.

"I will see you first, Your Majesty. My name is Delilah. I learned about the witch's curse that you put on me, and I couldn't stay or stand. Please put me by your side. I have the power to withstand the curse."

On her mouth, everyone except Oscar gave an indescribable look.

With a body full of reddish, long curly hair, she stares at Oscar with both brown eyes as if she knew exactly how to emit her own charm.

The king looked back at his eyes laughing at his mouth alone.

"Where did you find out? It's classified."

"Because our clan makes fortune a business. It never comes off."

"That's amazing. Then why are you here now?"

"Last month, I went to my mother's fortune. He said I was the one who should accept the role. I was really going to come sooner, but for a few minutes we were always on a journey. It's taken me a while to get here."

Oscar hit the right gavel, huh? I look all over her with eyes that make the rules.

Delilah smiled and received her reluctant gaze.

"Kum, do you know as much as this woman's magic?

"I know you have considerable power, but it's up to me to withstand the curse... Her Royal Highness the Princess of Trudar would understand."

"You can't do that. He's busy right now."

I just haven't seen her in a few days, and I feel like I haven't seen her in a while. The spirits come from time to time, but thank goodness things are stagnating. The story is that Tinasha is still stuck with Regis who won't wake up.

Oscar said gently to Delilah as he used his elbow hanging to put his cheek cane on.

"Well, it's self-declaration. Even if you can't stand the curse, you can take responsibility for your words. Make room available. Live as you please."

Everyone beneath him opened his mouth to the king's decision. Lazar raises his hand in a panic.

"Hey, wait a minute. Dear Tinasha..."

"Shut up. I'm tired."

Lazar stuck his mouth to the unspoken word. Oscar looks around his subordinates half-eyed.

"It's my decision. You have no objection?

We all bowed our heads, puzzled, to the King's decision not to make such a push normally. Delilah gives thanks by breaking her knee with a confident grin.

Watching that colorful appearance, Doan's spine got cold thinking about Tinasha when she arrived.

That beautiful princess is clearly obsessed with Oscars. I don't even want to think about what happens when that obsession leans towards jealousy.

When I look next door, Ars has a similar or stopping look.

The two men noticed each other and snuck off their shoulders.

Karste, anxious about his son's condition but working in the clerk's office, looked up surprised to read the documents Tinasha, who had flustered to visit.

"This is..."

"As you can see. Permission, please."

"Is this the key?

"Probably. Expect. I'll do it right."

Karste nodded at her words full of confidence. When I sign it, I return the document to her.

Tinasha held the paperwork aside when she checked lightly.

Calste asks her to leave the room just a little more meticulously.

"What about that one?"

"If the killer didn't say the composition, we can analyze it in about ten days. I will definitely wake up. I don't know what to say, but I'm usually busy, so think I took the day off."

Karste laughs bitterly at her care to put it mildly on purpose.

- I'm glad she's here at this time.

If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have been able to wake Regis unless the killer was caught. There is no such thing as a human being capable of analyzing the elaborate composition of the curse from the front.

Tinasha lovingly waved and quit the room.

It could take a couple more days for the trick I asked Lennart to successfully spread. Until then, I thought I'd stay by Regis.

He is young, hard-working, and has the heart to think of the people. He is a man who should be a good monarch.

You can't leave a human being alone who tried to harm it with personal affection.

Every sinner should be prepared to be punished.