Unnamed Memory

Trudar's magic library, which houses many documents and books, is one of the forbidden areas in the castle, so to speak, where most people are not usually even allowed to stand in front of the door without permission.

Inside that library, now Magician Roblos stood face-to-face hiding the tension. The soldiers on watch who were in the hallway merely bowed their heads silently to him entering the room. Roblos is one of the few people in this room who can get in with his face alone.

He took one sigh when he looked around the library where no one else was. Stand in front of it as you walk over to the door further behind the room. More important materials are stored ahead of us. - Yes, as well as materials about the curse ban, for example.

Touching the rough door returned a sobering sensation. Roblos raises his name to open it.

"Trudar magician Roblos wants passage"

In response to his voice, the door slowly opens in the back.

Robros spit on the tension. Less than a year has passed since he became Chief Mage, but this is the first time he's been in the back of this door.

Even if he was originally a magician, he stepped more into a room where he was not allowed to go in alone without a declaration, with his face stretched. Magically light a dark room.

"... All right"

Robros opened the transfer gate on the spot when he made sure the door behind him was closed.

After a few seconds, a white hand is reached from across the gate. When he took the hand, he pulled it to himself. A young woman with light brown hair appears from a closing gate. She grinned with her nose as she looked around the room full of bookshelves.

"This is the Forbidden Library?

"That's right. Hurry up. If you stay too long, you'll be suspicious."

Then you can help me, too.

To the sounds of being able to strike down, Robros began to fish the shelves, poisoned.

Eventually the two find out what they're after.

She took one of the "pending" materials, placed next to the strictly sealed "go to disposal" curse material. Unbreakable excitement seeps into your expression.

"This is it... how dare you keep such wonderful things alive..."

"It doesn't make sense, so I'm on hold."

Robros and the woman looked around in a panic at the sudden icy voice being called. At some point two men and women stand on the wall where nothing was thought to be.

One of them was Tinasha, the next queen, and the other was Renate, a magician known as the cutter.

Tinasha looks lovingly at Roblos on the surface.

"I'm not supposed to be able to open a gate from the inside, but I've been working on it a little bit tonight. Was that helpful?

"Ti, Dear Tinasha... how could you be in a place like this"

"I won't allow you to get away with it because it's a waste of time. Recognize your position."

Robros knelt down moaning at the words of intimidation with a smile on his face. When Renate walks over, he takes that arm.

"Lord Magician Roblos, we will talk more about the raid on His Highness Regis and this undeclared break-in into the library later. Oh, and about embezzlement."

Roblos, who was put on his arm with a keyed sealing accessory at Lennart's hand, was tempted to know that everything was exposed.

Tinasha, on the other hand, is staring at the young woman of the intruder, as she has already lost interest in the man.

The woman grinned as she gently licked her lips, seeping through the tension.

"How did you know? Because of Roblos' idiot?

"No. The curse you put on Regis...... it's the same habit when you analyze it well, isn't it? its, the composition of the curse that is used against the city curse and. Are you his blood relative or apprentice?

"It's what my grandfather wrote. I've spent my whole life researching the results of my research in the castle, and I've come to a lonely end in disillusionment!

"While you're spending your whole life, someone should be careful..."

The woman is overwhelmed by Tinasha's words.

"With that technique, it's easy to destroy another country! My grandfather made this to fight Tayri, who persecutes magicians...! But you sealed the spell and persecuted my grandfather! I was thinking more about my country than anyone else!

The woman followed her own words she spit out and kicked on the well polished floor.

Lennart laughs sarcastically at what can be called frenzy until then.

"I'm from Tayri, but you never wanted me to destroy that country. Not to mention the use of a curse. What a bad position for Trudar. It's fine to think of the country, but aren't we doing it differently?

To his theory lightly, Tinasha, who was listening next door, closes her eyes and smiles.

The woman looked frightened for a moment, but still opened her mouth to see if she intended to disprove it.

"I'll use this to prove it. It's power that really makes sense."

"I just wanted to tell you to try it if you can use it..."

Tinasha woke her body from the bookshelf where she was leaning on recoil. I reach out straight to the woman who has eyes that are uncertain about her impatience.

"That's it, this is this. It is true that you attacked Regis. Spit out the configuration."

"I say no! The prince who tried to dispose of this technique as a curse and so on!

"It's not discarded, it's on hold. It's not poisonous, it's not medicinal."

"Annoying!"

With the woman screaming, an intangible shockwave struck the room. The bookshelf rocks violently.

But Tinasha and Renato, who were united, and Roblos, who was squatting on the floor, have not been affected in any way.

Tinasha took a small breath and closed her eyes.

And slowly reopen the lid.

In the eyes of the abyss was born a strong light that yielded men. A grin is engraved on her lips showing that she has mighty power.

"I don't mind if you say no. Because I will curse normally. - You're exceptional at cursing, but you don't seem to be fit for these face-to-face fights. I'll tell you because it's a corner. I don't know what it means to really have power..."

Without saying it, overwhelming magic appears.

The unnamed woman screamed voiceless at the pure force itself that pushed her towards herself.

"Roblos has a groovy place. The record was well misleading, but when he got drunk in a city liquor store, he hinted at the woman beside him about the embezzlement. So he blackmailed me, and he told me he'd been letting me run information through the castle."

Tinasha grinned bitterly as she listened to Renate's report on her back. Divulge simple thoughts.

"I guess she's been after Roblos' weakness for a long time now for an opportunity to regain her grandfather's curse. So I was in a hurry to hear from Roblos that Regis wanted to sort out the curse."

"Even when it comes to organizing, it's clear from one of Druza's cases that disposition is the spindle. Anyway, you wanted to stop His Highness from moving."

"It's handy, but the method is cluttered. There's no point in prudence until then."

"Looks like you weren't in the calculations about Master Tinasha. If you are in the castle confused by the curse, Roblos seems to have decided that breaking into the library would not be as problematic. Well, most importantly, it's because I spread the word that there will be a curse ban soon."

"It worked fine. Thank you."

"I'm afraid."

Tinasha smiled when she found out with signs that he had bowed his head. She takes a large paperwork bag with her left hand as she heads to the water basin to analyze the curse placed on the regis. Inside it was a material for the curse that was decided to be disposed of.

"This stuff, even with it, doesn't do a lot of things. I didn't even need to put it on hold."

With words that also sound self-derisive, the bag burns up in Tinasha's hands.

At the tip of Lennart's stare, the flame burned only the bag and its contents beautifully, eventually becoming smaller and disappearing. Rising, Tinasha wields her empty left hand and erases the ashes that fell on the floor.

Karste's permission to dispose of the curse was already taken when the trap was laid. It was as long as what was left before.

Tinasha returns to Renate, leaning consciousness towards the analysis of the curse.

"Ten days for analysis. Is it about a week before demodulation? In the meantime, I'm on him, so turn his work around to me."

"Yes, sir."

"I leave the disposition of the sinner to the king. Report it in conjunction with Regis."

"I do tell you"

Tinasha breathed deeply as the signs of Renate disappeared with the closing noise of the door.

- In addition to my thoughts, I took the trouble, but I think I can manage to put a piece on it.

Or the captured woman could have ended her life without anything, resenting the castle if she didn't know about Robros' embezzlement.

A man's encounter, his fate is truly at stake.

When she was a kid, too, if she hadn't met him, she would have lived a completely different life.

Or was he, like he said, the wife...

Tinasha closes her eyes to the kind of imagination that makes her laugh herself. I was curious to see what was going on with Farsus, who hadn't been there long.

Oscar has a protective bond against magic. If some kind of magic attack were made on him, it would soon pass on to her as well. But so far I can't feel any change.

- I can transfer as soon as I want to go.

But I can't go.

She knows that this is our distance from becoming kings.

"Nothing's good, though. I don't want him."

Tinasha slightly distorted her beautiful lips when she divulged a soliloquy no one would ever hear.

The conversation room of the Falsas, where the magicians gather, is almost always full of the scent of tea.

Sylvia, who was spending the break there with her two colleagues, pointed a rare grumpy face at them as far as she was concerned when she put a cheek wand on her desk.

"I, I hate that guy"

"Don't be so clear. What would you do if you were blamed?"

Doan looks disgusted as he glances at the paperwork.

It has already been about two weeks since Tinasha, the princess of Trudar, began packing into her own country.

What Sylvia abominably talked about was Delilah, who came to the castle to be misplaced with her.

"There. You look down on us oddly great! How dare you!

"You're His Majesty's mistress."

"No, no, no."

Carve, who was reading the book, raised his face to Sylvia, scratching the table with regret.

"But it's a lot of magic. I wonder as a magician."

"Magic isn't the only thing that makes a magician superior or inferior!

The table is slapped rampantly. The two men swallowed their sighs like Sylvia's rough.

Sure, Delilah always behaves like she's a bit tall, but a princess would take it for granted and they don't care much. The two conversed with their eyes, wondering if Sylvia was so frustrated because she was of the same sex.

"Ah, Dear Tinasha, I wonder if you could come home soon..."

"Stop saying things that scare me"

"Why?"

Doan did not answer in words, he shook his shoulders with exaggeration and showed them.

He knew Tinasha had broken the window vitreous in a magic storm before. "Don't piss her off because that destroys her surroundings when she gets angry," the king, who most likely pisses her off, said lightly.

If that's like this one, I can't even imagine if the windows are all I need. It's enough to seriously bother me if I should prearrange the junction.

Rather, Doan is concerned about why Oscar was invited to Delilah. Sure, she's a fleshy beauty, but I don't think that's the only reason. What the hell is involved in this matter?

Not knowing the details, Carve opens his mouth with pleasure.

"But if you think of it as your sire's opponent, you deserve better than Master Tinasha. Apart from personality."

I thought Doan said something subtle and terrible, but he wouldn't say a word.

It was Sylvia who put it out.

"Where! There's more to traveling fortune tellers than that!

"You can't have a neighboring queen."

The story is extremely bipolar. That and this is for the curse on the royal family, but in the first place the curse on Tinasha is on the curse. If we keep going safely like this, the king's problems should be resolved, and if we scratch around there poorly, it could get worse.

However, as for Tinasha's curse, Oscar tells Delilah to stay down. To a master who doesn't know what he's thinking, the heavy ministers are silently obeying the situation.

"Well, Your Majesty is young, too. It's nothing to be angry about."

Doan, who became a pain in the ass, took a seat when he closed.

Around the same time, even in the clerk's office in Farsas, Lazar offered the king the paperwork with a face that would not float.

Oscar initially silenced Lazar, who said nothing and just stared at himself with a powerless eye, but put his pen down and raised his face to see if he couldn't stand it any longer.

"What a stink. Stop that face."

"Your Majesty... I'm afraid I can't agree to put that woman aside. What are you thinking?"

"Whatever you say."

Lazar, Oscar's childhood tamer and squire, knows that this king is not invulnerable to those he plays with, regardless of who he marries.

Why should I put a woman like Delilah in a castle now? If it's about inheritance, you just have to wait for Tinasha's curse to be lifted, and if you're a mistress, you already have a few women with more hard mouths and obvious qualities. All I can say is I don't know what the hell you're thinking.

"No way... they're thinking of trying to piss off Master Tinasha or something"

"What if you do that and the castle breaks? I'm not that crazy."

"If so, your hobby is not good. I'm sorry to hear about Tinasha being analyzed."

"You either want to stick that thing with me or you want to pull it apart"

"I want the middle!

Oscar relied on his back when he put the paperwork down. Feet in deep exhalation.

"Let it go for now. Tinasha's still going to be treating Regis, and he won't be back for the time being."

- - About Regis, the call that the killer was caught was coming this morning.

But in the end, the assailant said he had no connection to the magician who tried to poison Tinasha in Farsas. Oscar thought only a little when he heard the story from the Spirit.

Lazar serves tea to the king looking disgusted.

Tinasha's flavor is very different from that of the brewed, and the king silently uttered it. He turns to people's bad laughter when he realizes a squire who is still looking at himself with a blame.

"Well, you're more comfortable holding than Tinasha. He's too thin."

"You suck!

When Lazar shouted honestly, he just left the room with the processed documents.

As I closed the door, I said, "Just put a piece on it! Oscar laughs bitterly at his childhood."

And the king with a laugh, when it turns to a chilling look.

"Well, you never cleaned it up before he got back."

And he shrugged.

Delilah, who was walking down an unpopular hallway, in the deep area of Castle Farsas, stopped there when she plugged it in front of one of the rooms.

She was given considerable privilege as a pet princess, but there are still several places where entry and exit are forbidden, starting with the treasure trove. This room was one of them, and the door was rigorously bound to prevent intrusion.

Delilah reaches out ivory to touch or not touch its elaborate and delicate composition.

- What are you doing there?

To the sudden voice of the man, she looked back rather dignified as she pulled her hand.

There stands Ars, the youngest and also the most competent general in Falsus.

Delilah smiled with red lips without pulling a step.

"No, I wondered what room..."

"That's Trudar's guest room. Though I am now returned to my own country. No one can come in without my husband's permission."

"Really? Excuse me."

Delilah turns back on her heels with a stand-up behavior that can be described as graceful.

Als always looked suspiciously at its back as it walked away.