Unnamed Memory

It seems Tinasha just really washed the water away, and as soon as she got out dressed in the white dress she borrowed from the clothes room, she shoved Oscar into the bathroom instead. He doesn't seem to like the lake water that drives the magic crazy, and his wet clothes fold up and behave like leather bags. Only the sword is borrowed, so I put it next door.

When Oscar came out of the bathroom, she was just undressing her upper body on the bedside and wrapping a bandage-substituting cloth around her body.

The long dark hair is flushed forward by leaning on one side. The back directed at him is horribly white.

Tinasha noticed people's signs and hung up without turning around.

"Properly water, have you flushed it?

"... it's okay"

"It's just fine. Please help me. If you do it yourself, it's very loose..."

Oscar tried to say something, but when he swallowed it, he walked over to the bedroom. When she takes both ends of the cloth she had, she begins to tighten it while finishing the cloth that was already wrapped around her.

"Tell me when you're tough."

"Why don't you just do it?"

My hair, which is usually magically dried, is now moist, wet and glossy with gravity. From the soft nod to the back, there was slight sweat seeping through the unprotected curves.

Oscar leaks an emotionless voice while tying the cloth.

"You're just a woman when you do this."

"Magic is all you get."

It's a self-derisive voice, but I can't see it coming from a man standing behind me on what look he's wearing. All I see is a seductive white glow on my shoulder.

He drops his eyes on the skin of his sucking hand. I want to mouth it on that thin neck muscle. I want to crawl my tongue on my sleek back and capture my luxurious body in my arms. - I want to rule and monopolize every corner.

Oscar, driven by a smoking passion and facing his neck, returned to me to her voice, which seemed suspicious.

"Oscar? Are you ready?

"... oh"

Take your hands off me and step back.

In the meantime she put on her clothes as she thanked her. The long-sleeved dress with the collar was old, but fits well like a doll when she wore it. Oscar also rents clothes from the costume room, but the man is not so uncomfortable.

He tapped Tinasha's head lightly into the mental fatigue that suddenly boils down as a feeling of reality.

"You're really defenseless!

"Even if they say so. I've been seen naked once, and I don't care now..."

"Mind where you are!

Tinasha bends her lips in surprise. But as soon as he had an evocative eye, he smiled.

"Thank you then."

It is clear when that refers. Oscar turns away and gives her back as she turns away from her sight.

"I didn't do anything to thank you."

It is honest to say that I was touching her figure, which was quite defenseless at that time, but not at all. It's worse for my heart now. I hated her for reassuring me that the man's interest was not directed at me.

But maybe he deserved it because he's the one who made him think that.

Tinasha laughs softly.

"I want to thank you. I don't know... I'm here for you and I feel like I can't help you."

It's a poisonous sweet word. Her words, "I've been here four hundred years to see you," came back to life, and Oscar remembers a mild dizziness.

When he sat in a chair away from her, he replied sighingly.

"We're each other. Don't bullshit me."

"Really?

"Yes. How's the abalone?

"I have a little fever, but I'm fine. It's very strong for pain."

Tinasha smiles like a flower.

To that smile he felt only a little figured out what it was like to be a man who destroyed the other country to get a woman.

I don't think it's a good idea to stay here.

Oscar said to the woman he was forced to bring in, as he changed his mood with his exhaling breath.

"You can sleep if it hurts. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"I don't know about that either..."

Tinasha looked around the room as she sat on the sleeping table.

"Are you sure you want to block it? Looks like there's a lot of magic here, too."

"Do you see that?"

"Because just because you can't structure it doesn't change that you have magic."

With his legs together and back to back, Oscar remembers when he was relative to the curse.

When I borrowed her sight, the world did look different.

He asked when he spoke of it.

"Does anyone see anything like that if you train them?

"I can't. You can do it, you can't do it."

"Oh, my God, I'm bored even though it seems convenient"

You can do it.

Oscar turned his eyes round to the answer he had returned. I look at her sitting on her sleeping table with her knees in her arms.

"Can you do that?

"Maybe, if you're conscious"

"How do you do that?"

Tinasha tilted her little neck and thought for a while, but eventually came right next to Oscar when she stood up. I point to it when I lay down a book that was nearby on the table.

"Suppose this is the world we live in."

She opens the cover of the book as she stretches her finger.

"The only world you're seeing right now is this cover part. But the truth is... there are countless transparent pages in exactly the same place."

That said, she closed the book again. Spread your hands.

"Be aware that the world you are seeing is only one page of the world. And think of that page as overlapping pages with different characters. There's the flow and composition of power, and there's a magic law up there. If you are confident that you can visually capture the power you said so, as you can see the wind and water flow, you should see it."

"I see..."

"Well, because people are different when it comes to being able to do it quickly. Wouldn't you be able to see someday if you were conscious?

Tinasha pulled the chair across the street and sat down when she closed that way.

She gives a slight hesitant look, but ends up mouthing the rest.

"Honestly, with an arm of a sword as good as yours, I don't think the magician has the skill to exchange it if he has an acacia and sees a magical composition, medium or near range. It's not about natural enemies. You're completely on the hunting side."

"... is that so"

"It is. If I fight, I will never get close. Bombing from above."

Seeing the sincerely disgusting face of the witchkiller queen, Oscar understood his potential with a sense of reality. I even feel horrified by the word that I can hunt magicians lightly.

- But it's the power of one human being.

No matter how powerful the individual is, it's just one of the dots from the world.

Oscar shook his head gently and shelved his thoughts for a moment.

"Whether or not to block this place is on hold... it looks like there's still some way to go, but there's a silent lake."

"If you draw out the lake water, I curse you."

"You don't like it that much..."

Tinasha chuckled at the man's shuddering voice, but her eyes weren't laughing. She changed the story as it was.

"Why are you suddenly organizing your treasure trove? Looking for something?

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Suspicious religious groups the other day. They were after something in the treasure trove, but I'm not sure what it is."

"Don't you know what you were after?

"I know, but I don't know what it's for. I don't even know where they're treating me, so I'm thinking of sorting it out. They've got a little box full of red balls. Didn't you see that earlier?

Oscar, who was explaining with his right hand in the shape of a ball, was surprised to see his face up.

Tinasha's complexion is pale. My hands, holding my mouth, were trembling in small pieces.

"What's up?

"Don't touch me..."

"Huh?"

"Don't touch that ball! Don't let anyone touch you... No, don't look..."

Oscar leaned back, surprised at her for covering her face with both hands. When I turn around the table and stand beside her, I take my white hands. Tinasha had eyes under her hand that were still going to cry.

"What do you know?

Oscar peeks into his moist dark eyes.

I felt myself in the abyss.

It's so deep ahead, I can't see it coming.

She's been looking up at Oscar for a while and biting her lips, but when she accidentally leans down and shakes her head,

"Don't be gone..."

and groaned small.

She didn't say anything, no matter whether she threatened or not.

Oscars also learn to be frustrated by their stubbornness. I want to ask if I can't trust myself that much.

Turning to Tinasha several times, he opened his mouth and noticed that there was sweat on her forehead. Soon my white cheeks are red. When I put my hand on my forehead, I had an incredible amount of heat. I don't know if it is because I hurt my abrasion or because I fell into the water, but it is quite high fever.

"If you have a fever, say it sooner!

Oscar carried her to the bedroom as he held her up poisoned. She had already lost consciousness, and when she was put to sleep, she closed her eyes to bitterness.

"Sorry......"

"Sleep tight. I'm gonna look around."

When he wiped the sweat off his forehead, Oscar took Acacia's hand and left the room. Examine the remaining two doors again.

Unlike the earlier door where the royal tattoo was carved, neither is marked in any way.

As he pulled out Acacia first, he pushed the central door. Check inside from slightly open clearance. It was dark ahead, I couldn't see the back, but I heard signs and roars of multiple creatures.

Seeing all the red eyes glowing in the darkness, Oscar closes the door for now.

"Well, see the neighborhood too"

Then he opens the rightmost door.

That one was in a thin passage, with polished stones surrounding all sides and following behind. As before, the walls were lit with fire on the candlestick, but what the lights illuminate are the countless traps set in this sight. Oscar leaked a dry laugh when he saw a giant circular blade moving back and forth about knee high and about hip high.

"True, good hobby"

He also closed the door for now. Think three doors in front of you.

I know I can break through quite a bit of either door by myself, but now I have a woman who's got a fever somehow. Bringing her through is just the hardest thing to do, and I was hesitant to leave her here.

Oscar explored the area again well, but there are no other exits than the three doors. He went back to his room once to see how the woman was doing.

Tinasha turned to the wall on the sleeping table and slept round like a cat. He wipes the sweat floating on his forehead with a cloth squeezed with water.

So you noticed. She opened her eyes. Squeeze with your back to him.

"Leave me... I'll be back when the magic is restored..."

"I don't know why."

It was myself who brought her here. I'm responsible.

Oscar combed her hair still damp as she sat on the bedroom. When aligned, the woman whispers into her ear when she is unwittingly obsessed with her hair, which becomes glossy like silk textiles.

"Oscar......"

"What?"

"That sphere, it's also in Turdar. Different colors......"

Oscar turned his eyes round to a story he never expected. I hear it back when I stop my hand.

"Is that true?

"If you're in Trudar, I sealed it four hundred years ago."

"Is it a dangerous thing?

"It's close to the unknown. It has unlikely power. That sphere... flies the user into the past. No magician or demon can do that."

"... what?

I just can't say anything right away.

Oscar, who is just not familiar with magic, didn't know how unusual that was.

"That's dangerous, but not convenient depending on how you use it."

"No... if you alter the past, the world where the user lived will disappear. Because from the point in the past when I tampered with it again, I'm going to start all over again... The world we can go back to will be one we don't have time for yet. I know people who have lost their lives until then..."

Tinasha closes her lid. She passed on her black eyelashes and tears appeared on the bedside.

Seeing her wet the white cloth, Oscar remembers being revealed from her before.

- The two stories were beautifully connected.

Oscar puts his hand next to her face and peeks into it.

"Is that the man who helped you...?

Dark eyes opened and stared at him. And it closes slowly to snort.

My tear-wet face was as anxious as the only woman left in the world. She attaches her own two hands to Oscar's hand on the sleeping table.

Small hands that can be touched to be sure. His chest hurt by the warmth of it.

What have you seen as a child?

It is pity on her that she suffers from the cruelty of being.

Oscar stared at the white crying face, but whispers as he slowly turned to her ear.

"I won't be gone. I don't have a past I want to change. If you say you don't like that ball, I won't look for it and you can seal it. So... don't cry like that forever"

Ungentle voice.

Emotions that are not on the table.

But Tinasha just nodded, wondering if the unmistakable words had saved her at all.

When he finally left her on the sleeping table, Oscar began to look into the room he was in now.

If this was my grandfather's lair, there must be a shorter way. And the only thing I haven't looked for in detail in this underground labyrinth is this room anymore.

While he carefully searched the walls and behind the shelves, he could not forget what Tinasha looked like earlier.

A ball that alters the past.

It's a lie story, but if she says so, I guess it's true. He was more flexible on that point than a magician familiar with magic.

- - The desire to return to the past is human. Everyone will have it once.

But it's actually impossible, which is why I can hope for it. There is no guarantee that we will alter a point in the past and then everything in the future will be as we want it to be. It could be worse than "now." Not to mention the fact that we have to exchange "now" for that is a good place to play.

What the hell was the man's purpose in helping her?

If that purpose was in itself to help her, it is a considerable obsession. But instead, she's been worried about it and crying. It is a story that leaves me sighed by accident.

Oscar glanced abominably as he examined the back of the bookshelf.

How could only myself enter her sleeping room?

Are you the master of Nark?

Talk about how I look like the man who helped her.

Her strange words and actions seen from time to time.

And she's been here for over four hundred years now, herself.

- If we connect those fragments together, we see one conclusion.

But Oscar dared to break that conclusion in his head, which was beautifully assembled.

Even if it really is, I don't remember it. And the fact that I don't remember, I started over and became something else. No matter how much she cried, I can't give it back anymore.

And I guess she's avoiding that sphere because she knows that very well.

I won't go back what I lost.

I just have to make something new.

But she's the one who's leaving her place anyway. I have to stay before I can keep my hands off you.

I don't make anything.

I don't notice anything.

That's how I spend two more months.

Oscar gave a self-derisive grin and bitterly thought that the man who once helped her knew this was going to happen.

Waking up all the time, Tinasha looked around in surprise as she lay on her back.

It was completely dark there at night, but it is her own room in Castle Farsas.

Tinasha noticed it was time to wake up her body and feel uncomfortable. The magic of analgesia, which I did not do myself, is on my body. That reminded her that she was hurting her ribs.

"Oh......"

Confirmation shows that magic can be used. Tinasha healed her ribs back to normal while relieving the pain. Look up at the blue and white moon floating out the window, then check the clock.

- - It's still time to make it.

Judging by that, she rose from her bedroom to change.

Oscar, who finished his errand and finished dressing in his own room, looked up when he realized that he had been knocked on the window leading to the terrace. Pull over to the window with Acacia in your hand with suspicion.

There stood Tinasha, who dyed her white skin thin blue in moonlight.

"Why are you coming through the window?"

"I didn't know the way from the inside..."

Tinasha, invited into the room, stood by the table.

Oscar looks at Tinasha dressed in thin clothes with her shoulders, arms and legs out like a child wearing.

"How's the bone?"

"Thanks to you. cured."

"He looked good in those clothes, too."

"Long sleeves are just... I'll return them later"

"Nothing good. No one wears it."

Oscar sat on his sleeping table. I sigh like I don't know when I look up at Tinasha.

"How did you get back?

"There was a hidden passage in that room. It was connected to a royal room I'm not using right now. After I left you, I went to explore the rest, but the two doors were connected inside."

"Huh? What do you mean..."

"I mean, you didn't go outside the castle."

I can't help but be angry when I remember. When the passage was finally straight as it proceeded through the magical wolf, bending the corner several times, it led to the far right passage, which was full of traps. I'm so glad I didn't take her with me to break through that fever.

"By the way, when I brought you home, everyone pissed me off. Rarely did Ars piss me off."

"Shh, excuse me..."

"Well, it's my fault"

With the danger of taking away the next queen of neighboring countries, he returned with a fractured upper fever. Exactly. The bitter rain is inevitable.

Oscar held one knee and looked up at the ceiling.

"I decided to organize the treasure trove again. That religious group is bad in the first place. They worship a god named Simila. I've never even heard of it."

Tinasha became a decent face to the man's words. Tilt your neck slightly.

"I sound familiar somewhere..."

"Is that true? Where?"

"Ugh... I can't remember... I'm going to Turdar tomorrow to pick up a book and I'll do some digging"

"Please."

Tinasha nodded but held her temples to grasp the identity of the catch.

- - I think I heard it somewhere. Probably four hundred years ago. But I can't really remember.

The man has been asking her straight away, desperately trying to explore her memory.

"What about that ball? You can seal it."

On that question, she held her breath for a moment. Seriously, I look back on him.

"But... is it the shape of your mother?

"Shape? Is that my mother's?

Tinasha found herself disoriented by the voice of a suspicious man.

Too far-fetched.

If you knew he was a figment, there's no way you'd ask him that way about the ball and its box. My mouth slipped on a sudden inquiry.

Oscar looked back obliquely at Tinasha with the look on his face, Shit. But flat back like I didn't hear anything suspicious.

"Then I'll check with my father. Well, that's why I don't mind sealing it. It wouldn't be a lot of things to cross over to the ones you want."

"Yes..."

I wonder if they didn't notice. Oscar sighed at Tinasha, who saw him with his exploring eyes. There are no rounds. Open your mouth with determination.

"Tinasha - I don't know anything. I'm not even going to know. I trust you, and I'd appreciate your advice. If you want, I'll do what I can to make it happen. Everything I choose to do. I am not dissatisfied.... so don't worry too much"

That might have sounded like a mere word of care if you hadn't been careful.

But Tinasha realized that the truth was being noticed in the other meaning that was enshrined in the word.

Distant moon days.

Impossible memories come back to life in a moment.

And from that memory, it's back and forth, different things now.

She called the man by his name.

"Oscar......"

The moon plunges through the window white.

Illuminate the side of a rare woman and make that shadow.

Oscar was just dropping his gaze on the floor and staring only at its shadow.

In a way, I know I'm going to throw her away after 400 years for myself.

But to him, four hundred years ago and now, it's discontinuous.

I can't bury anything I haven't had since the beginning.

I can only give what I have now.

Even if it seemed cold, that was his honesty.

And that's how I wish she was too. You don't need to be trapped in the past.

I won't let Tinasha's shadow be slight.

I wonder if he's crying, just a little worried and he looks up.

And Oscar breathed unexpectedly.

Her eyes, which the moon illuminated, had a clear light. The mouth shapes the grin slightly.

It's the first time I've seen it, it's a mindless, clean smile.

Tinasha tilts her neck, pointing her eyes out the window for a moment that resembles dropping off a traveling human being.

And slowly closed his eyelids. Spin your words like you're inquisitive.

"Oscar... it's good to see you... I've come to see you in this day and age... it's only been four months, but I've already had a lot of happiness. Even if we split our paths from now on, you're mine..."

Tinasha cut the words there.

Face back and stare at Oscar.

It was a loving, swinging smile.

The man with the eyes unexpectedly complains.

I can't breathe.

I'm about to be imprisoned for my soul.

Tinasha bowed with her knees bent as she tried to call her name to an impulse that was not shaped.

"Good night...... thank you for today"

The woman unexpectedly transfers as it is and disappears from the inside of the room.

There is no longer a shadow.

Feeling like there was still a splash of moonlight in her place, Oscar stared at the remnants of her vibrant existence, unable to move from the spot forever.