Unnamed Memory

After the killer was captured, Tinasha quietly conducted her affairs parallel to Regis' de-cursion. Even though Lennart became an assistant, the accuracy and speed of the job is extraordinary and startles those around her who do not know her origins. The curse that awakens Regis' eyes will also be possible tomorrow or the day after.

Tinasha, who brewed her own tea while spreading the paperwork in the conference room, shrugged her shoulders as she also behaved it to Renate.

"I've done a lot of work before, but you hated the old institutionalists because of all the mess I've done."

"Isn't it innovative?"

Having earned her trust in this one case, Renate flatly returned hearing its true qualities.

"Thanks to Lord Tinasha for starting to accept the magicians of Taaili, because there are me and my mother today. We appreciate it."

Tinasha bitterly smiles lightly at the insignificant acknowledgment.

Renate was born with magic, so when she was a child, she left Tayri with her mother and moved to Turdar. If he had lived as he was in Taaili, he would have lived a life of continued persecution.

Wanted to reign after time, she remembered when she was on the throne.

"Four hundred years ago, the absolute power of the royal family still meant a lot. The throne was a power system too... but now I wonder. The Druza in question has split up. I don't suppose there's any need for intimidation anymore."

"I know you're powerful. Normally, you won't boast of being too powerful. But you don't know when it's going to happen."

"That's right"

Tinasha held the edge at her desk when she gathered the paperwork. Tilt your neck and sigh.

"It's just dangerous if you don't stop by what you can grow on average if you look at it in the long run. Both the Spirit of Trudar and the Acacia of Pharsus are in danger of relying on personal strength and blood. I think we should have a steady force that can cover the whole thing rather than expecting unparalleled force from some. I've already taken off the dark part of the continent, so I think the country can gradually change the way it is."

A dark period is a time when wars were raging on the continent for a long time, from a thousand to three hundred years ago.

Most of the big nations that are now formed and survived that war.

The Spirit of Turdar and the Acarsia of Farsas were also born in the wars of the time, and their power was at their core to create a nation, both of which, now stable as great powers, from Tinasha, also appear to be useless lengths.

As in the case of Druza the other day, there would still be skirmishes that would require Acacia, but she hoped that the times would move in the "contraindication of the very fact that magic with immense power is used in war" direction, also found in the treaties signed subsequently.

Renate turns her eyes round to her, who looks ahead even in this day and age without being captured by the old.

But soon he laughed bitterly.

"I will crush whatever you want. Because you can be my queen."

Tinasha breaks into his words.

As long as there are people out there who want to move, times are moving anytime, anywhere.

Delilah, who was falling asleep on a dark night's sleeping table, was accidentally slapped on the ivory shoulder and pulled back into reality. When I look up, a man sitting next to me is staring at himself.

"Don't sleep here. Go back to your room."

Delilah glanced back at the same color of her eyes as the night sky had just set.

"That's an untouchable word. It's been over two weeks."

"It's not a matter of time. I don't sleep well with people around me."

"That's how all the women have been so far?

"Well, yeah."

Only one exception has ever been a non-standard magician with the name of Trudar. Only she fell asleep by herself defenselessly, leaving the cat feeling like she was on the sleeping table, even as an Oscar.

Delilah slowly woke up her upper body as she looked around the man's body with her exploring eyes. Weave your own clothes naked wrapped around a sweet scent. She had red and prominent lips, even in the dark, shaping her grin.

"Speaking of which, if you were lost in the castle the other day, you've reached a room you shouldn't be in. General Ars pissed me off when I was in Trudar's room."

"Oh, is that Tinasha's room? That's because it's Falsus, not Falsus. I don't know. There seems to be a lot of magic equipment, and there's no other way in."

Delilah can't resist the body of a man who doesn't seem to be interested. Both brown eyes moistened and looked up at the man as he made his charm.

"What kind of person are you? I'm interested."

"It's not like I care either. A woman who will be the queen of her neighbor. I've never done anything to keep me in the mood, so I'm just allowing myself in and out. I wouldn't even talk to you."

"Is that true?

"Perseverance. Turn your other interests. If you want, I'll make it happen."

Delilah turned a blind eye to what could be described as a broken king's word. Then I smile every time I smell it.

She turned her soft arms around the man's body and whispered as she leaned perfectly against him.

"No, nothing. It's enough to be beside you."

"That's a special victory."

A gentle, gentle voice descends on a woman's hair.

Oscar, who just whined about it, looked down with no emotion at the woman burying her face in her chest.

The next day, the curse and magic of Regis were simultaneously de-cursed.

Waking from more than three weeks of sleep, he looked around at the group who were gathered in the room in surprise, but was briefed by Karste and Lennart, staring at the woman of merit.

"Thank you......! These words are not enough..."

"Naturally. Instead, I'd like to thank you for your daily routine."

Regis smiled softly at her smile, which she answered. Thank God that elusive presence is beside me. So much so that Regis was careless but sexually happy to hear that she almost took the time while she was in a coma.

Starting Karste, when most humans left the room and she was the only one left, Regis took a sip of water and tilted his neck.

"But are you sure you want to leave Farsas vacant for a long time?

"It's not my country, and it won't stand in the way. It's hot. And the analysis..."

Answer that far and Tinasha stopped. Cover the white fingers on your chin. Dark eyes grew wide, staring at things that were not here.

"Oh...... hey thats the place...... yeah...... I see..."

"Tinasha?"

"Yeah!? Oh, a little flashing...... such a curse ban sometimes helps too!

Tinasha has a full smile. Rarely, he was excited about his thoughts, and his cheeks were fine.

She leaps to Regis when she kneels on her sleeping table with bouncing momentum.

"Wow! Absolutely! Well done!

She has made a new discovery. In a sudden embrace, Regis blinked.

The soft body applied due to defenselessness is really bad for the heart. She withdrew as she rose into the universe when she called out to let go of her arms, which tightened against the cucumber. I stare at Regis with an upbeat smile.

"You're stopping writing before I forget a bit! I'll be right back."

"Ah, yes..."

Tinasha disappeared from the air to say just that.

The leftover Regis was stunned for a while, but covered his face with a deep sigh.

It's been a month since Tinasha disappeared from Falsas Castle. Sylvia's patience was reaching its limits.

Because Delilah deals with soldiers and magicians in a high-pressure manner during the day, wandering around the castle as she pleases. Because of the colorful beauty, the men didn't seem to care much, but the reception of the women was terrible. To Delilah, who sees them in a ridiculous manner, Sylvia was also having a hard time keeping her anger out of her expression.

Or I thought it was just for me, but even if I ask Meredith, she gets a disgusting face back, so it's probably the same for all the other women. I'm sick and tired of wondering how long Delilah will be in the castle. If the day had come for her to be queen, then I even thought I would stop serving the court.

Sylvia, who seems to still be getting depressed that day, and Doan, Carve, who is trying not to touch it, were walking down the hallway of the castle holding a few magic books.

It is a beautiful day outside a window with no vitreous on it. The sky is blue and white and high.

Silvia, who was distracted by the pleasant scenery, was nearly hit with someone in danger at the corner and was pulled by Doan on the verge. Hurry up and say sorry and thank you.

But when I saw the person I was about to bump into, her face snapped. Delilah is exactly the person of the day I most missed you.

Delilah barely looked at the three, especially Sylvia, and whispered her nose. Reverse your chest as you do the wavy redhead behind your back with your hands.

"I know you're busy, but I need you to be careful."

"... sorry"

"If anything happens to me, Your Majesty will be saddened, don't you think?

I don't think so, Sylvia bows her head in anticipation of what she wants to say. Doan and Carve looked at each other confused.

Delilah doesn't raise her face. She still recruits Sylvia.

"I wonder if you don't think much of me? It's on your face. You can serve in court a lot like that. Or is it sweet for a man? I envy those who are adorable."

Carv heard an audible loss of blood vessels. Sylvia looks up in anger.

Doan and Carve took their hands off the book and hurriedly fastened her, still trying to spit something out. Carve blocks her mouth.

Sylvia, give me a break.

"If you want to say something, you can say it."

Sylvia, exasperated by her mocking voice, slams her elbow into Carve's belly.

Unexpectedly nodded Carve, Sylvia gazed at Delilah correctly. Open your poor lips shaking in anger.

But a moment earlier than Sylvia's words, a clear and bright voice was heard from behind them.

"Doan, it's been a while. And Carve, and Sylvia."

The three look back in haste.

There stood a rare magician sitting by the window smiling and his spirit.

Tinasha's sleeveless white dress swings in the wind. Thin feet visible from the hem appear clear.

She turned her uncontrolled smile to herself.

"Doan, did anyone try to get into my room while you were away? There's a sign of an attempt to break the bond... What's wrong?

Tinasha just noticed and tilted her neck at the nodding carve and the unusual atmosphere of the pompous Sylvia and Delilah standing behind it.

Meanwhile, Doan starts to sweat cold inside.

I thought it was about time Tinasha came back, but I didn't think she was going to meet Delilah all of a sudden. Sooner or later, I won't be able to help, but if I could, I would have liked to have had nothing to do with this problem.

But when Doan regained his mind with his spiritual strength as a magician, on the surface he picked up the book with a smile and walked over to Tinasha.

"It's been a while. Is it a juncture, I don't remember, but let me investigate. Would you like some tea with me, by the way? Come on, let's go."

Doan tries to keep Tinasha off the spot when he talks without giving her a pinch.

But when she frowned, she stared at Sylvia over the man's shoulder.

"Sylvia, what's wrong?

"Dear Tinasha..."

Sylvia must have lost her mind when she suddenly appeared. My eyes get moist every now and then.

Tinasha came down the window to her side, surprised by how her friend was doing. What does Delilah do to Tinasha, who tries to speak up to care, but who has remained silent until now?

"You, I don't see your face, are you a magician or something?

The woman questioned looked back at Delilah in surprise for a moment, but immediately smiled bitterly.

"I'll see you first. My name is Tinasha from Turdar."

Delilah glances wide at her name.

Carve irresponsibly found that she was two beauties of a completely different nature, but different in character if she dared to compare them.

While Delilah openly seeps through alert, Tinasha recieves it with stained nobility. The tattoo and cleanliness that will not be placed under anything will not be worn overnight.

When Delilah put her arms together and distracted her rich breasts, she said with dignity that she was only trying to be equal to her opponent.

"This is it. Are you Her Royal Highness the Princess of Trudar? - From what I've seen, you seem pretty close to that magician's girlfriend, but what if your friend chooses? Though it's like rubbing off on anyone, not just men, if they have authority?

Sylvia's face stained bright red with poisonous words. But neither will she try to bite in front of Tinasha, as she did earlier.

To the words of a gentle passing of disrespect, Tinasha looks abruptly at Delilah, then at Sylvia and the two men. Confirming Sylvia's face, which was about to cry out like that, she turned to Delilah again. My eyes narrow when I look at a woman with a proud chest.

"I don't know what you want to say. I don't know what to say to me without a name. If you don't thank me at the very least, even if it's off-target and not laughable, you won't be able to listen."

The soft tone is subject to painful criticism.

Pushed by its force, Delilah was instantly stuck in words, but ignored it and Tinasha looked back at Doan.

"So, who is this guy?"

I wish you hadn't asked me! and Doan screamed in his heart, but opened his mouth reluctantly.

"This man said Delilah... hehe, His Majesty's..."

"Oscar's?

"What are you stiffening up there?"

From across the corner, a man's voice sounds.

Doan honestly wanted to get out of this place at full speed already. Looking to the side, he hasn't been able to keep up with the situation, and there's a grumpy carve.

Sylvia paled like trouble behind Tinasha a little.

The man who bent the corner and put the same into view slightly blinds his eyes when he finds the brunette in the center of it.

Tinasha, you were here.

"Long time no see"

Tinasha raised her hand gently to greet King Farsas, whom she had not seen in a month.