Unnamed Memory

That day, Doan and Sylvia, who were spreading and holding onto several magic books in the talking room, noticed Tinasha coming in with her hands up from the entrance.

She has more than a dozen thinly fitted books in her arms. A magician man with a face I wouldn't see behind it was following me. The man also holds plenty of books again, but this one is all thick magic books. He places those magic books where his desk is empty. Tinasha smiled and worked it out.

"Renate, thank you"

"Please let me know at any time as much as this"

Renate greets Tinasha with a salute, turning her direction and raising her hand to Doan.

"Long time no see."

"You look good."

To two men he seemed to know, Tinasha and Silvia turned their eyes round. In the wake of his suspicious gaze, Doan tells him that he had experience studying in Trudar, and Renate greets Silvia.

When the three magicians were finished face-to-face, Tinasha explained to the two Falsas about the magic book she had brought in.

"- So, from here to here is the interpretive book. I brought these two books because they seem relevant."

Doan and Sylvia nodded and listened to the explanation pointing to the book they had placed on their desk, but Renate looked seriously at the last two books and looked at them.

"Dear Tinasha, isn't this banned?"

"You can't do this because I left the outer box properly. Just take the copy back and you'll be fine."

"I see."

Sylvia sends a worrying eye to a pair with a flat personality. Its eyes captured Tinasha's thinly fitted book.

"That, what are you?

"Oh this is my old diary"

Tinasha put the book she had on her desk when she said so. There are more than a dozen books. They do have an annual issue on the cover.

"Oscar asked me to do a little research on a familiar word, but it's not even in the book at all... and this is all I have left. It just doesn't seem like it's going to be easy because people can't see it and there's a lot of it..."

"What, is that your diary?"

A man's hand accidentally reached out from behind and took one of the diaries. Tinasha looks back with an unvoiced scream.

"Oscar! Give it back!

Out of reach of her, Oscar opened his journal. He happened to be walking down the hallway in front of him, listening to her voice, and peering into the room to invite her to an audition if he was there.

Tinasha desperately reaches out, but in a small girlfriend and a long man, the height difference is quite considerable and unreachable.

When Oscar followed the contents with his eyes, the diary contained beautiful letters, which stopped him from writing about the state of war, home affairs, and the magical composition under study. Trudar characters with a little font habit, except for some, the basics are common characters, which he can understand as well.

Running his gaze a little further, he apparently has a diary from the Battle of Taaili. He closed it boringly in a pale text where no emotional part could be seen.

At the same time, Tinasha floating in the universe takes up the journal book.

"Write something more interesting"

"I've been busy!

As Tinasha descends on the floor, she turns all over her reclaimed journal.

It's a year where there's nothing particularly troublesome to be seen, but still unsettled.

"How long have you been writing this?"

"Since you were about five? I'm practicing words."

"I want to see the one back then."

"Absolutely, I refuse!

Oscar pounded with laughter at the head of a woman angry like a cat with her hair upside down.

"Are you writing now?

"Eighty percent would be your bad word if you still wrote it."

"That's funny..."

"Ouch. Ouch!

Lennart whispers to Doan when he sees Tinasha with his cheeks twisted and rambling and King Falsas, who seems to have fun.

"Is that always the case in Falsus?

"Well...... roughly"

Renate drank a sense of disrespect with her eyes round to her appearance age-appropriate appearance not seen first in Trudar.

A day of tranquillity seems to be a recoil of a day that is not, or a day that passes quickly.

Oscar, who had an errand and visited Tinasha's room, tilted his neck at the fact that he had not responded after beating the room several times.

I was on the archery until about an hour ago, but I haven't heard anything about going out in particular. She seems to be the one who can't hear the sound when she's obsessed with analysis. I wondered if that was the case this time, and he opened the door.

It is not locked because there is a tight bond.

Looking inside through the gap, the lord of the room is falling asleep, sitting in a chair, right next to the floating water basin of the configuration. With his hands on his elbow resting on his face, Oscar entered the room with a frightened face to Tinasha, who slept easily.

"Come on, we're gonna catch a cold."

I hug her as I say, but she has no sign of waking up at all. Oscar glanced over the water basin, but there was a mixed and visualized mix of complex configurations, and he had no idea what it was.

Oscar puts Tinasha to bed. Hanging a cloth over her thin body and looking around the room, she had her journal on her desk.

All of them, divided into centers, left and right, that appear to be en route to browsing, have years written in the Trudar calendar.

"Unexpectedly a few things..."

The text I glanced at a few hours ago was frigid, unimaginable from my regular girlfriend, making it disappointing that she was indeed the queen who would have made herself young and stood at the top of the country. And that the life was lonely, full of strife with the inside and the outside.

Probably fought underwater every day with the old institutionalists who wanted to exclude her. Oscar sighs when he thinks that that luxurious body was under that heavy pressure.

- - Will she be throwing herself into such a life again soon for a second reign?

With a smile on his face, Oscar dismissed the idea, however.

Things are very different from what they were at the time. She is asked to reign. And he is a king with a spirit that did not appear for a long time. Regis will support her, too. It shouldn't be as lonely as it used to be.

Supporting his depressed thoughts, he concluded so.

Oscar counts the age and the number of books in the diary with his eyes. There were fifteen books in all.

"... you said a while before you reigned... when you were thirteen?

When he found his ninth book, written as Two Hundred and Thirty-five, counting from the oldest diary, Oscar silenced.

I want to know the truth.

Is it really you who helped the child's girlfriend? Isn't it someone else?

If it was me, why did you go back four hundred years and help her?

- - Maybe the answer is written here.

He touched the cover and thought, but let go of it without opening it.

After all, it should not be viewed with the consent of the person. Besides... if it's me, it's not me. I didn't think there was anything good to know like this. Assuming she has the knowledge she will need, she will teach herself.

Oscar went back to the side of the bedroom and stared at Tinasha's sleeping face. "It's good to see you," he said. I remember what she said to me now.

Am I really able to give her enough for that thought after four hundred years?

I got it like a wave if you just want it. A deep love who laughs naively and pours in anger, even scared.

It's not heavy. You can't be trapped in love, that's why you're scared.

He looked back and caught a water basin in his sight.

- - If only that wasn't...

If we can't analyze it, we can have her in our hands. I can keep it on hand for the big name.

And as it was, I was confident to say anything. Neither did she, nor Trudar.

She's not supposed to be here. Trudar should be able to do it without her. - What's wrong with you getting the woman who came for you?

He was staring at the composition on the water basin, but when he glanced at Tinasha's sleeping face and glanced back at the configuration she was distressed to decipher again, he took a deep sigh.

"Maybe this is the kind of patrol..."

Oscar touches her hair, whining with a seeping voice of bitterness.

Slowly combed her lustrous hair in one room, fingers to love, the man shook his head to shake off his near-born emotions, leaving her room behind.

It's a cheerful day with blue skies. It is a great wedding day.

In the morning, Sylvia, who came to return the magic book to Tinasha's private room, smiled with joy.

"I have a colleague's magician's wedding today. The ceremony was held in the city... and in the evening I rented the castle courtyard for a little banquet."

"Heh, is it a wedding? Nice."

"If you don't mind, why don't Master Tinasha show her face, too? Everyone will be delighted."

"Right......"

Tinasha looks over the water basin holding the returned book. The floating composition is an elaborate beauty. Progress, albeit slightly delayed, is going well. Making a change of mood won't interfere.

"Then I'll ask you sweetly in your words. Are your colleagues male or female?

"It's a man. It's called Temis."

Copy that, sir.

After Sylvia was in a good mood to quit, Tinasha had put on an arm and thought of something for a while, but eventually when she tapped her hand lightly, she used the transfer formation to jump to Trudar.

Even at dusk it was still a bright enough time.

A table and chairs were placed in the courtyard of the castle, lined with celebratory dishes and liquor. All of this was prepared by Oscar for the bridegroom who serves the castle. When the magicians and soldiers, the linemen, gathered and eventually two of the lead actors appeared, the feast began whispering. Introduction Kum, the magician, greets the bridegroom on his behalf.

Tinasha put her face on the banquet table when people began to relax and bicker. Appearing in a magical outfit for Trudar's liturgy, she heads first to greet the bridegroom and bride in the back. When she saw the bride, she whispered surprised and whispered.

"Are you a spiritualist for a second?

"Ex, but it is. It's a pleasure to meet you. Princess of Trudar."

Tinasha smiled at the bride, laughing happily. She opens the thin box she had in her right hand. Inside that box, which was strewn with cloth, was a luxuriously lined neckline of pearls.

"Actually, it's a magic fixture, but you'd be just fine. Celebrate."

"Ah...... thank you"

The bride recieves the box offered with gratitude. Next door the bridegroom bowed her head in awe.

Someone hugs Tinasha from behind as she congratulates and tries to back off from before the two of them. Surprised to turn around just by his neck, it was Sylvia who seemed to be clinging to the booze already spinning.

"Dear Tinasha, do something."

"What is it?"

The other humans tried to retain their disrespect, but Tinasha turned it down with a laugh. Tilt your neck with your friend strapped to your back.

"Right. Then..."

I come up with something.

When she deposited Silvia with Carve, she stood beside them diagonally with permission from the two lead actors.

Oscar, who was working behind a window opened for ventilation, stopped signing. I hear a slight song from the outside.

That was the voice of a woman he knew well, but I've never heard him sing. The melodies sung with only the harp as an accompaniment did not belong to Falsus, but it is so beautiful that a well-sounding clear voice can be overheard.

I'll give you a face if Razal noticed too.

"Is that Tinasha?"

"Sounds like it. Aren't you at the wedding banquet?

"I see. You're good"

"You're a clever one."

Oscar grinned bitterly as he listened to the pleasant singing that stained his ears.

Work is almost over. You might want to show your face.

As soon as he made his decision, he reached out to process the documents.

By the time Oscar put his face on the banquet table, the field was already largely buzzing.

Oscar sends words of celebration when he controls the two protagonists to bow their heads. When he received the drink cup and left in front of the two, he looked around the courtyard and found the back of the woman who was singing earlier in that corner.

She seems to be colluding with Sylvia next door, laughing with a pleasant voice. But Oscar noticed something strange as he approached him.

From behind the woman, he captures the white right hand. She looked back smiling.

"That, Oscar?

"You, this is booze..."

"Huh?"

At the end of the wrist he captured was a cup of fruit liquor with a good palate. I'll let her go, and she'll lean her neck as she puts her mouth on that cup.

"Sweet, huh?

"Sweet or liquor."

"That..."

Thanks. He's already drunk. Oscar sits next to her and asks how she is.

Tinasha emptied her cup with a dull laugh about what was funny. He just stops trying to pour more out of the jar on the table.

"Don't drink anymore. Magic runs wild."

"Yes. I'm going to run wild. You can't do that."

"You..."

As he said, he tried to pour it, so Oscar took it away from him. I'll pour you some water instead.

"Drink this too"

"Not Sweet"

"Add some sugar."

Tinasha starts drinking water, even as she stares at the man in cold words. Oscar pressed caution as he put his hand on its head to make it a child.

"Put on the seal. It's a celebratory seat."

"Yeah."

Tinasha put the cup down when she honestly nodded and tried to transfer the seal over her right hand.

But it was the pottery clay that appeared there. She twisted her neck slowly.

"That..."

"Where's the seal?"

"Wait a minute..."

Tinasha attempted the transfer again when she placed the piano on the table. The next thing I see is a stone statue of a little cat. Tinasha turned her eyes round.

"A cat!

"You'll see!

On the other side of her, Sylvia is stuck at the table and laughing. Apparently, he's pretty drunk as well.

A short distance away, Doan and Carve watched the two women and the king with astonishment and horror in their eyes, but they didn't come near as if they had decided to get involved.

Tinasha looked in her own hand and roared.

"Weird...... no sealing accessories"

"Dear Tinasha, more!

"Yes."

Oscar just held his head when he saw a metal armor helmet appear in Tinasha's hand to see where he had taken it from. When I see it, is it affected by magic, or cups and watermarks are starting to float fluffy nearby?

Taking it out of Tinasha's hand holding her helmet strangely, Oscar scolded her.

"Don't use magic anymore!

"Why?"

"He's on a rampage."

"Are you?

Laughing innocently, a cup of amber liquid appeared in its hands.

Pretty strong kind of liquor, but she mouths it before she stops it. I drank up in one breath and started laughing with my voice up again.

Oscar is so tired - driven by the urge to leave her and go home.

But leave it. If something happens. When he took the sheath-by-sheath acacia from his waist, he handed it to Tinasha. The moment she receives it, all the cups that were floating nearby fall.

"You hold that. Don't let go."

"Yeah."

Tinasha hugs Acacia tightly as she cheeks on the pattern. Oscar, who confirmed it, lifted his thin body in his pants. He says he's still sane. Discard him to the people around him.

"I'm leaving it in my room because it's dangerous stuff"

"I can transfer."

"Stop it because you're going to get inside the wall."

She nods bitterly, knowing if she knows or not.

With one sigh, he followed the banquet to the drunk room.

Upon reaching Tinasha's room, Oscar lowered the lord of the room to the bedroom. Look around the room.

"Where are the seals?"

"I won't tell you!

Shards laughing, she floated into the universe as she put Acacia on her sleeping table.

Oscar gets a bitter look at her as she drifts through the air with her knees in her arms, let's hit her with something.

"Oscar, let's play"

"No, come down."

"Boring"

She goes around the universe twirling. The surrounding books and documents responded and slowly rose. Oscar gauges the opportunity as he hits his tongue, capturing her ankle, which came directly above him.

Tinasha laughed rather as she drew it straight into her arms.

"Gotcha!

"Sleep tight!

"I'm not sleepy."

"You don't have to be sleepy to sleep."

I looked scared and stared at him, but he never enjoyed it. Tinasha gives a rather pleasant voice.

It's a pretty bad way to get drunk. Oscar firmly swore that he would never let him drink again from sight.

In doing so, one of the books dancing through the universe is about to hit his head. When Oscar takes it in his hand, it's a journal book.

"You, isn't this important?

"Yeah. I'm watching right now... I'm having a lot of trouble"

"It's floating for now. Put it back."

"Am I floating?

"Who else is there!

Tinasha seems unconscious, keeping her eyes round. They don't know how to get it back. Putting her back on the bunk again, Oscar let her hold Acacia. What was floating in unison makes a noise and falls.

Picking up a diary from it, he put it back on his desk. Counting the number of books, there are fifteen. I rearranged them chronologically and put the ends together.

"Damn, you're the one who can take care of it."

"I'm sorry."

Looking back, she was holding Acacia, lying down depressed and only raising her face. It's kind of like a worm.

Oscar sat next to him as he walked over with a laugh that made him laugh unexpectedly. Reach out and comb the long dark hair.

"Really, what are you doing in these days?"

"You want to know?

She rolled over on her back. The face that looks up at him is the smile of the seducer.

Oscar got a little hateful and twisted his white cheek. Tinasha inflates its cheeks.

"I don't want to!

"Is your pain paralyzed?"

- I kind of feel the sigh filling the room. If even magic can be sealed, I want to leave now.

But he couldn't even leave Acacia, and he looked down at Tinasha half-eyed. The words of temptation come back to life in its back.

It makes me lie if I don't want to know. I care about what I care about. Can I ask you now or unnecessarily? Wouldn't you regret hearing it?

Oscar got lost for a while, but opened his mouth.

"What was the guy who helped you? Why did you help me?"

On that question, Tinasha laughed happily. When I jump up and put my right hand on it, I stretch out like a cat and face Oscar.

"It was great. He was strong and kind. He was a noble man."

- - I don't know how to react to words whispered nearby.

It was only when she was a child. Maybe it's not what it actually is again.

Tinasha showed a bare gesture to think about it for a while as it was, but when she licked her lips she smiled.

"I don't know why you helped me... I can't tell you because you seem angry"

"What is it?"

"'Cause I get angry"

She leaned against Oscar when she turned her body.

Oscar peeks in from the top at that face, which keeps his weight unconstitutionally.

"Why don't you say it because I'm not angry?

"Lie. Because, Oscar, you don't like me"

"I don't hate you"

Tinasha tilted her neck left and right to the answer that came back instantly. Lift up and look up at the man behind you.

"But you don't like it, do you?

"... I don't like it"

That was not true at all. But when I was being honest here, I felt like it wasn't a good idea.

Tinasha let her mouth shut, but soon smiled all the time. Close your eyes.

"That's why I won't tell you. You don't have to know."

Only the voice with that word on it sounded terribly serious.

My body is next door, but my mind feels far away. She still smiles.

Familiar with the beauty of creation, it looks familiar to loose solitude. Breathe invisible grief as a matter of course. And on top of that, I stand tall because I'm happy.

Oscar stared at her white face for a while, but ended up saying nothing, just stroking her dark hair.

Time flies silently.

Soon after, when the shadows covered the moon and the room darkened, she began to have zero rest in peace.

Tinasha, who showed up on time the next day at the training ground, had a light hand on her aching head.

Oscar, who waited, sees it half-eyed.

"Do you have anything to say?

"I have vague memories, but I'm sorry I broke your armor for now"

"... you don't drink in Falsus anymore. Banned."

"Yes......"

Tinasha gently stretches out and begins the prep movement. He looked bitter again, bending his knees.

"I used to have a hole in the wall when I drank it... and then I was solemn."

…………

That's a hell of a story. Compared to that, I'm just glad the armor of the ornament broke this time.

Oscar stroked down his inner chest, and when he saw Tinasha ready, he took the practice sword in his hand.

"I just went to listen to your song and it was obvious to me"

"Is that a song? Anytime you wish."

When she tilted her little neck and smiled, she kept her sword up and punched in.

"Which do you think is the magic ring, for example, this or this?

During the break of the archery, Tinasha, sitting in the shade of a tree, was showing two rings towards the man next door.

The rings in the white hands are both made of silver and old.

Oscar looked at them for a while, but pointed to one.

"What makes you think that?

"Survey"

To a short answer, Tinasha arms herself when she turns off the ring. shaped eyebrow root.

"You are definitely amazing, but I don't think it's about this. Which one of you is magical, aren't you?

"I'm unconscious when they say that. Just don't feel any different."

"Hmmm...... I'd like to try to be a little more acute"

Tinasha turned her right palm upwards and formed a configuration there in an instant. Keep it magical and visualize the configuration so that it can also be seen by the Oscars. A three-dimensional pattern intertwined with red lines emerged on the palm of his hand.

"You can see, can't you?

"Visible"

"Then I'll gradually dilute it."

Tinasha began to regulate her magic as she said. The red line gradually dissolves away.

But if one can see magic, the composition should appear the same place unchanged.

Oscar is seriously staring at it. Tinasha asked after completely solving the visualization.

"Can you see it?

"It looks distorted. Don't look like there's only water there."

"Hmm."

Tinasha chants small, this time camouflaging. The composition gradually disappeared and was hidden to such an extent that it was invisible to ordinary magicians.

"What's this?

"It feels weird"

"True, that's a good idea..."

Tinasha erased the composition with a twitchy mixed face. I hold my knees and look up at Ogi, who is making a shade over them. Oscar saw the graceful white side of it.

She whines as she conceives.

"Someone like you might be able to see it as soon as you get in action."

"Well, you use it a little bit"

"Hmmm...... just a little bit then"

When they stood up, they distanced themselves like usual archeology.

Tinasha gently waves her practice sword.

"Don't move the spot. You don't have to be Acacia to create a technique so that you can solve it if you block the essentials of the configuration. If you hit it instead, you can't solve it without touching the essentials of the configuration. Do you mind?

"Okay."

She spreads her hands wide with her sword. I gave birth to ten light spheres the size of a flat hand in front of my chest.

The man narrows his eyes to the sight.

"Go."

Small, but sharply ordered, the photosphere slipped out of the air at the speed of the city. Head to the Oscars as they scatter.

He waited as he drew his sword at it. Slash from the nearest light sphere.

The sphere that was cut right through the middle was definitely gone from the spot. Then he lays down his sword and slashes the ball flying from the right.

The ball, similarly cut in the middle, hit Oscar's shoulder when he pushed it like nothing had happened. It conveys a pungent and elastic feel.

Tinasha raised her left hand.

"Be aware that you mean to see. Press and spread your senses."

"Okay."

The ball also flies while I say it. Oscar raised his sword as he controlled his breath.

Focus your consciousness. Kept the tension thin.

Keep an eye on the light sphere. Its interior looks distorted.

I cut the upper left corner slightly. The sphere disappears.

Second one to the right. But as it was, the ball slipped through the sword. Hit him in the chest.

- We need to sharpen our consciousness more.

Keep your senses sharp.

Watching the world with a wide view.

The distortion inside the sphere comes clear. I can see two white circles inherited.

Holding his breath, he slashed and tore the joint.

Tinasha sighed with admiration as she created the ball.

There are still balls that slash the composition there and bump into it, but the number is slowly decreasing.

I have been starting to mix the occasional invisible spheres since earlier, but that was also starting to get slashed off a little bit.

Unlike the archery of Tinasha's sword, his magic vision is what it is. Degenerating consciousness, grabbing this one won't take long.

Not to mention a good idea about him. It could be much quicker than a regular magician.

Tinasha raised her hands when she stopped the hand that was producing the configuration.

"That's all for now"

"Oh, thank you"

"That's really amazing. I think you'll be wearing it in a while."

"I think I'm getting it somehow. You trained like this, too?

The man inquired to confirm the grip of the sword. Tinasha smiles bitterly.

"Because I've been seeing it since I was mindful. On the contrary, it was harder to lose sensitivity when you didn't have to."

Still, I can't help but completely see.

It's not impossible, I'm always somewhat conscious because I don't know what's there.

The world she sees is very different from the world that a man without magic sees. But to speak of polarity, all people see the world only through their own horizons. There should be a difference, I guess.

Oscar looks up at the clock attached to the walls of the castle.

"You've taken your time. Bad."

"No. This one's asking for an audition. Let's do this training for a while."

"Oh, that helps"

The man creaked her head as he walked over. Tinasha laughs out on her big palm.

The peaceful afternoon was slowly spinning out that time.

In the dark room, one of the castles, were gathered four men.

It turns out that the three men have burnt skin and a forged body every day and are people who train every day to fight.

The other one is a sharp-eyed, magnificent man whose hair is starting to thin a little. He was fit as a civilian, but a little more luxurious than the average civilian.

Looking around the three of them, he opens his mouth.

"Anyway, the princess is in the way. Only her reign must be stopped."

But it wouldn't be good if something happened to the princess.

He often thought into the questioned words.

A patrol to the means passes through the back of his brain, but he answers with determination.

"... I don't mind. It is nothing more than a wreck, such as a ritual of penetration. Times have changed."

The three of them breathed in his words.

I didn't know everything about what that meant, but at least it was clear he was trying to change the times.

"What is going to move the country is stable internal affairs, diplomacy, and military power. If the royal family does not have that much power, the country itself would be in danger. - You have to understand that this is a revolution."

He lifts the power of strong will all over his body.

The hegemony drew the three to his story, which continued as they were gradually drunk.