Unnamed Memory

Falsus, who gradually began to enter a full-fledged summer, was still quite enthusiastic that morning.

Als, who was walking down the corridor towards the training ground, is stopped on his way to Doan and looks back. The magician's man dropped his eyes on the paperwork at hand and said he'd check.

His Majesty told me to come to the office once this afternoon.

and informed him of the contact. Ars snorts at his plans.

"Okay, thanks."

After receiving their reply, Doan muttered pompously when he erased his expression.

"Don't let the storm come"

"Storm?"

If you look out the window, it is a blue sky with no clouds. Ars tilted his neck wondering if the storm was still close to this. Doan, however, waves his right hand to deny the mistake.

"They have Princess Neferi of Yalda. Looks like the country is rough right now, and King Yarda wants me to keep it for a while because it's dangerous. I don't know if that's what you're talking about."

"It's..."

Ars got stuck in words.

Yarda and I had a war ten years ago, but the rest of the reconstruction is being asked for and supported by Falsas. She seemed to want to maintain a good relationship with Falsas as well as she did on the other side, and although Neferi often came to visit, it never meant that she would stay longer.

I mean, it's not her that's the problem.

"Master Tinasha's scared."

"Agreed"

Doan smiles dry when he happens to be at the scene where Delilah and Tinasha did it the other day.

Tinasha herself paid for the broken stuff, etc., but that's not the problem.

I'm just scared.

When Delilah was there, it was still because she was detained within that day, but not this time either.

Ars was arm-wrapped, but opens his mouth as he remembered.

"But Dear Tinasha, you'll have to analyze it now. I thought you were only out there for archery."

"That doesn't mean you won't look at me all the time, and you should just say hello..."

"Don't call people like blasting balls."

The two looked back in a panic at the voice of a woman like a shudder. There she stands half-eyed, the lord of the subject. Light clothes that are easy to move will be for the training ground from now on. Long dark hair was tied up in one.

Tinasha tapped her stiff Ars arm gently as she walked over to the immediate side of the two.

"No matter how much, I don't fight with a decent person. Yalda's royal family. Aren't you going to lose the position of Regis..."

"Is Your Majesty okay?

"I don't care"

It was answered instantly.

Rather, I don't think Oscar has a position right now.

She continued with a flat face with no pieces of jealousy.

"What do you think you're analyzing it for? If you rub it here, it's the end of the fall."

That makes sense, the two of them looked at each other.

Originally, the analysis was designed to curse Oscar's inability to freely choose who to marry. If she really wants to get an Oscar, just say, "I couldn't curse you." Then, besides her, there will be no one else to conceive the son of King Falsus.

Tinasha looked around at the two men as she relaxed her shoulders, which seemed elaborate.

"So don't worry. Als, if you want to go to the training ground, you can do an audition."

"That, Your Majesty today..."

"I'm going out this afternoon, and it's not the right time."

"Are you going home to Trudar?

"Um, well, I'm going back to Turdar, so leave it at that,"

Tinasha smiles as she returns her enigmatic answer.

That look of purity had created a lonely shadow in her beautiful appearance.

A small town liquor store close to the castle capital was filled with several men after noon.

The men who wind up drinking tubes have a decadent atmosphere, but nothing is limited to them. There's a lot of giving up and falling apart in this country.

The man, who was swinging the empty liquor bottle upside down, narrowed his eyes to the light outside he had plugged in as the liquor store door inadvertently opened.

When I see it, there are two people standing at the door.

The little woman and her seemingly accompanying man walked inside and closed the door, climbing to the table next to them. Look at those pairs, especially the women. They're breathtaking.

Long black silk hair rarely seen, deep black eyes. The Lord of Terrible Beauty laughed bitterly when he noticed their gaze. Turn the chair and turn back towards them.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

The men looked at her whole body as they ordained her smiling.

"Renate, isn't that too much?"

"It's a natural reward."

After enough, Renate returned it to her husband as she leaned over the knocking men in the corner of the tavern. They tried to take Tinasha back, saying what they were up to.

Tinasha tilts her neck as she crouches beside one of them, a man who is still conscious.

"So, can I ask you a question?

Tinasha continued, seeing the groan as an acknowledgement.

"Do you know what Simila is?

The man opened his eyes. The colors of fear fill there.

"And I don't! I don't know anything!

Tinasha demanded overlapping from a man who obviously knew something.

"Right now, you might be a little happy talking, right? than not talking."

"I don't know!

Standing up Tinasha and Renate face to face with a man who stopped moving after trying to rub his face against the floor.

After that, no matter what he said, the man didn't break his mouth. The two of them leaving the tavern twist their necks as they walk around town.

"I don't know what to say. That's five more houses."

"I don't know what layer to ask... who did Tinasha ask?"

"I'm the woman who took care of me as a child. He was definitely from Cesar."

Tinasha, who had the diary, remembered that when the word in question was six years old, she had asked one of the female officers about it as an old story. The woman talked about Simila as a "monster on a very scary bottom" and laid Tinasha to sleep.

The diary says she's had a nightmare that night that a black hand could come out of a hole in the ground and chase her.

"They all seem to know something."

"Is that what you don't want to say?"

"You'll have trouble making an appointment with Regis soon"

Tinasha will have to return to Turdar in about an hour and have a meeting with Regis to get involved in the reign. The current king, Karste, knows nothing, but since Regis woke up from the curse, they have had many discussions toward a certain policy.

"If this happens, why don't you go to Castle Capital?"

"Dear Tinasha, be aware that your appearance stands out"

I think it's time that you're listening in like this is the limit.

The Spirit is not suitable for this kind of interview, so she is heading out herself, but that is not the case when I say if she is. Renate was beginning to wonder if he should have come alone.

When he looks around town, he catches an old woman sitting in a chair at the end of the house knitting straw. When he said no to his husband and walked over to the old woman, he looked up at the old woman on one knee as he greeted her.

"Excuse me, can I ask you something..."

After several inquiries, the two finally heard what the old lady had to say, beginning to talk like reluctantly, as information obtained.

And when they had heard it all, they stared at each other in the face, and stood up.

As soon as Neferi got the pleasure of Falsus, he came using a transfer formation.

As for the royal visit, it's a sudden story, but by then the situation in Yarda's castle seems to be complicated. Neferi, who surrendered to Falsus with three martial officers and one magician, as well as two female officers, hands the king his protégé to Oscar, who showed up to pick him up.

There it was written about the suspicion that "the prime minister Gisis seems to be targeting the exclusion of Savas, the king prince". There is no definite evidence, but some suspicious moves have been scattered and the king and Savas, who have tended to fall asleep for the last six months, say they want to guide themselves to the princess with the ring necessary for the rite of reign and keep her until the situation settles down.

Oscar smiles in return for the anxious Nepheli.

We have been seeing each other regularly since we were kids, but this year it will be nineteen. She was becoming an adult woman with her poor beauty left behind.

"It's going to be tough in a country I'm not used to, but I hope they take their time"

"I'm sorry for the sudden. Let me sweeten you to your liking."

Nepheli thanks her as she dyes her light peach cheeks even more red.

Oscar and Neferi left the hall to guide the castle while teaching her the room where she was staying. Behind the two follow the escorts of both countries.

Tinasha and others have come to the single Falsas saying they can do their own thing, but would normally bring escorts and female officers like Nepheli.

When Oscar said something similar earlier, Tinasha surprised him by saying, "At one point, I was myself in charge of the meal."

The girlfriend has been back in Turdar for three days. Given that the reign ceremony is only a month away, I guess a lot needs to be decided.

Nepheli, who was looking around the hallway to be guided for a moment, also spoke in horror of whether he was thinking of the same person.

"You also have Her Royal Highness the Princess of Trudar...?

"It's disgraceful, but for once. Let me say hello when you get back."

"For once, I was introduced to His Royal Highness Regis in Falsus. You're beautiful, aren't you?"

That would be during Oscar's reign ceremony. He nodded. I laugh bitterly when I see anxiety and slight jealousy shaking in Neferi's eyes.

"He's like an exploding ball. The contents are intense and the appearance doesn't bother me much."

Neferi looked up at the man's face when he showed his patrol and just smiled vaguely as to how he should return to his much said assessment.

Tinasha, who returned to Falsas at dusk, learned that a reception for Neferi would be held that evening. Because Sylvia, who seemed in a good mood in front of the room, stood with cosmetic tools and a dress bag.

Tinasha, who had held a thick bunch of paperwork from Turdar, accidentally made her smile strong.

"Oh... do I have to wear makeup..."

"You've decided not to! Wear your dress properly, too!

"Ugh... I should have left another day late..."

Tinasha invites Sylvia into the room, even though she is falling asleep. Sylvia called out to the master of the room as she quickly bagged her dress on the wall.

"Master Tinasha can't beat anyone if he does, so make it right!

"Who am I fighting..."

Saying, Tinasha starts putting water in the tub with her paperwork in one hand. Sylvia replied to her tired voice.

"Of course I'm Princess Neferi!

"Why!?

"I want Tinasha to marry His Majesty."

"Heh!?

To what I was suddenly told, Tinasha threatened to drop the paperwork in the hot tub. I hold them in my chest when I rush to accept them.

"Well, that sounds difficult, both public and private..."

"Really?

"For once I will soon be Queen of Trudar..."

"It doesn't matter! I'm a neighbor, so why don't you write down the transfer team? You can inherit it, if you two are born!

…………

I couldn't say anything right away to some weakness. I'm going to have trouble dropping it again, so I'm going to go back to putting the documents on my desk.

- It's an extreme story, but certainly not impossible for Sylvia to say.

Not impossible, but no king would have done that.

But Tinasha had a reason why the problem could not be fatal. That is not an end in itself, but incidentally this obstacle should be annulled.

It's just another thing that's deadly.

"Oscar doesn't see me..."

"Huh?

Tinasha shrugged her shoulders when asked back.

"I don't hate you, that's about it. You can't get married."

That's what I said. To Tinasha, who was just going to look in the bathroom, Sylvia turned her eyes round.

It doesn't look that way, no matter how you look at it. Instead, they seem to like it, but has Oscar ever said anything directly to you?

Tinasha took off her clothes with scented oil when she made sure the water was accumulating in the middle. Immerse yourself in the tub with luxurious hands and feet stretched out.

Soon Sylvia arrived and started washing her long hair. Tinasha exhales accumulated fatigue in the bathroom where the scent of flowers stained with fragrance oil can stand.

I always do more than one thing in parallel, but every once in a while I get stuck with all my concerns. This is just the time. It's not that I can't see ahead at all, I think it would be a little patience, but only my body gets tired as it is. I was comfortable with the hot water filled in the hot tub and Sylvia's hand combing my hair.

Tinasha closes her eyes and pressures all over her face. Sylvia, who was washing her hair, frowned when she saw her white body in the hot tub.

"Dear Tinasha, aren't you full of moles"

"Oh, it's the archery, isn't it? The mole can't be cured... it just turns off the appearance."

Sylvia listens to it and tilts her neck wonderfully.

"Why are you learning the sword? You'll be strong enough."

"I knew I was blunt when I was aggressive. If you don't get stronger, someone will come and kill me soon."

Sylvia worried about what kind of lifeless person would come to kill her...... I can't imagine that being the top Demon man.

Tinasha raised the tub after that as she finished bathing with flowers blooming in the chat.

The mole-wiped white nudity maintains a fascinating curve that feels too thin but makes you fall in love even with the same sex. Silvia, whose gaze had been taken away by Tinasha, who was using magic to take water and air, smiled with certainty when she returned to me all the time.

"Anyway, I was just telling you, there's no man who gives clothes to a woman who doesn't care! Especially His Majesty!

With that said, Sylvia went back to her room and began to put a decent Tinasha on her ass and put out of the bag the dress King Falsus had made her make for her.

The reception started only after the moon rose.

Dozens of human beings, such as high-ranking officials and nobles serving the castle, gather in the hall for the banquet, and Neferi relieves himself of the warm welcome.

I've lived a long and distracting life in my own court. I was honestly pleased to have reached a safe place, albeit in the meantime.

However, I still get anxious that my father and brother, who have left me in the country, will be okay. My father is quite old, and my brother is weak. I couldn't help but notice that the two of us could handle it.

If I were to marry Falsus and get the active cooperation of this country, could I help my father or brother? Neferi looks up to King Falsus next door with such questions.

- There was talk of an engagement ten years ago, but now what?

Oscar, noticing her gaze, nearly opened his mouth to say something.

At that time, however, the blurring occurs close to the door of the hall.

When the two surprised me raised their faces, there stood a woman with the name of Trudar.

Tinasha barely hides her bitter face for being in the same spotlight. I repeatedly pressed Sylvia in case she wanted me to be plain because the lead role was Nepheli, but I wondered if she wouldn't listen.

But if Sylvia heard this bitterness, she must have returned, "Know what you look like." In fact, as ordered, she just used plain colors to loosen her diluted makeup. But still, Tinasha's beauty was so heterogeneous that whoever saw it could tell.

The dark blue dress, which is confused with black, has a wide open back. The fabric was heavily layered thin cloth, fluffy and swollen from waist to bottom. It is a creation that is less decorative but often enhances the elegance of her body.

Tinasha greeted him with a broken knee as he went to Neferi's place in the upper seat.

"We're out of time. It's an honor to see you again."

Neferi, who was so fond of the way he looked, thanked him when he stood up in a hurry.

"I'm sorry to surprise you this sudden. Best regards,"

"Not at all. We are in a hurry, but please forgive our disrespect."

Tinasha grinned as she returned to her posture. It is a social soft smile. Oscar called out to her as she tried to back off with a gratuity.

"You look great."

"In shame. Thank you."

Without breaking her diplomatic smile only, she stepped back into the banquet seat when she delivered her apology. I quit the hall after a short conversation at the wall with Meredith, who was on guard.

Neferi couldn't stop sighing after that, dropping off his freshness. It's incredible to see that there are women like that. She lay her eyes down feeling unable to do it to the light of being that attracted people and wouldn't stop.

I didn't really want to see what the guy next door looked like chasing that back.

Going around late at night, Oscar, back in his room, lay down on his sleeping table unclothed. Keep barely conscious that you're going to fall asleep.

On the pillow, the narc was round and asleep. This dragon is mostly asleep as long as there is nothing. Sometimes I wasn't in my room at some point, but I didn't care because I'd come out if I called.

He somehow reaches out to Nark's tail and stops that hand because the door has been knocked on.

The voice I heard when I replied belonged to an unexpected woman.

"What, you're from inside this time?"

Tinasha, who had been invited in, shrugged her bare shoulders.

"I'm sorry if I brought the princess in, so I checked with the guard."

"What do you think I am..."

"Guess what."

Notice her voice and Naak gives her face. The little dragon stopped on its shoulder, winging happily toward his previous master. Tinasha strokes Nark's throat with a grin that tickles.

Never a dragon to nostalgic for people, but I nostalgic for him and Tinasha, my husband, and I show no hostility to Ars or Doan and some other human beings. Tinasha went as far as the table as she twisted with Nark and began to give it to the dragon with the fruit that was placed on it.

Oscar narrows his eyes and looks at her. There was moonlight on his white back, and he was dazzled.

"Are you still dressed like that"

"Because you made a corner. Are you crazy?

"No..."

Rather enough to look too good on you.

It's something he put out his own orders for, but I think he often brings out her charm.

Tinasha grinned bitterly as she shoved the apple still round into Nark's mouth.

"My back's open and I'm restless."

"I let you open it because it's hot."

"Then make it shorter down there."

"What kid, that's"

Usually she wears clothes with her hands and feet almost out, saying it's hot and hot, but it's too obvious to look like a child. I'd rather look more seductive in a dress like today.

Oscar, who dared to sit on the sleeping table at a distance from her, pointed to a bunch of paperwork Tinasha had.

So, what can I do for you?

"There are stories of unpleasant feelings or unpleasant feelings, which do you hear from?

…………

Seeing Oscar weakening, Tinasha said, "It's a joke. There's only one," he cut out the story.

"It's about Simila, but I finally get it. It's like an ancient evil god to César."

"Is...?

"Well, that's a natural reaction. - - About 500 years ago in the oldest story. They said there was a settlement near the eastern border of César that worshipped this evil god and it. So, in addition to growing up as a religious community over the course of about two hundred years, it seems that at one time the Patriarch had an opinion role on the King, and in those days a considerable number of people were sacrificed, such as sacrifices and the execution of innocent human beings? I just don't have any written record of the religion behind it. It was only verbal, and they didn't want to talk about it, so it was hard to hear."

"You went to the interview!?

"That's right. I got tangled up in the first place, and Renate told me to go home."

Oscar sighed knowing exactly how his companion felt. If you're as beautiful as you are, you're just right for listening, but when you're about Tinasha, it's too rare to impress them, and it brings in extra rubbing and there's nothing wrong with it.

But the problem now is something else.

Oscar thought into a story where there was no clapping.

"I mean, those who believe in that evil god were entering Falsus."

"Sounds like that. The problem is that César Royal Palace itself could now be captured by this religion. It seems that the Evil Gods Faith almost disappeared suddenly about five years ago. Instead, you think the government has gone crazy since then? More magicians in the castle, and General and other personnel seem to have been renewed. More people are taken as soldiers, and they don't come back. You think people will often go missing again? The country was very rough. I have no hegemony for the people."

"Are you in decline in religion? I don't know what you're doing."

He believes that religion is always a gesture of merit and should not be allowed to be excessively involved in national politics. Not to mention I don't know what it's like to be the first human being to draw the evil god faith and such into the court. So if the country were to be rough, it would be the extreme of foolishness.

Tinasha offered a bunch of paperwork as she stroked Nark's head and came to the front of Oscar.

"I've compiled the details here for once. If you care."

"Helpful. Sorry."

"Sorry about the disgusting feeling"

Looking up at a slightly bitter smile, not a diplomatic smile, Oscar asked.

"How's the analysis?

"It's jammed. Brilliant. But if we cross here, we're done..."

Just a moment longer, she put her finger in her tied hair. The hair returns saggy when it is combed as it is.

Oscar closed his eyes to the luster of black silk that spread to cover his white shoulders and back.

"If you can't, you can't."

"It's okay. You can solve it as early as possible while she's in Falsus. Because this kind of thing flashes."

Probably laughing without a shadow. Her voice was cool and bright.

But the voice stirs his agitation. We have to be aware that the determined divide is approaching.

When she opened her eyes, she looked at him worried just a little bit. White hands touch cheeks.

"Are you okay? You look tired."

"Fine."

Soft hands convey a temperature that seems to stain all over your body.

I feel more alone when I'm with her than when I'm alone.

That's probably because we're on a path where we don't talk to each other.

Her appearance as the moon illuminates is full of serenity.

But she doesn't grieve about it. Accept it like it's all there. Loneliness is also natural.

So now I wanted to hug her.

I wanted to touch the temperature of my luxurious body to make sure this solitude was my own choice.

Tinasha was looking worryingly into the eyes of a man mixed with shapeless emotions, but inadvertently let a sincere light shine in his dark eyes.

Turn softly towards the man.

I mouthed him on his left eyelid as it was.

The man, distracted by his soft lips, was momentarily driven by an impulse to relieve himself of the feeling.

Makes me want to attract women's limbs to rampage.

I want to talk deeply and teach you inferiority.

But when he quenched a terribly rooted and intense urge, Oscar bent his mouth and twisted her.

"What are you doing?"

"I was strangely colorful, so I followed. Excuse me."

Tinasha waved gently when she said so without any evil. A man has a headache for a light answer.

Are you going to comfort that, Naak jumped on Oscar's knee holding his temples down. Tinasha reaches out the back of the dragon and strokes him.

"Good night, then"

She says hello with a naive laugh, she doesn't seem to think anything about what she did.

When you see a limb that is likely to break with cold eyes, Oscar

"Come next at noon"

and returned it in a tired voice.

Neferi had spent his days without meeting Tinasha since his first day of reception.

I'm not particularly avoiding it. Just don't look at Tinasha.

Asking one of the Falsus magicians about it, he taught me with a bitter smile that she had barely come out of her room lately.

"If you're curious, maybe you'll come to the training ground."

I add.

I wasn't worried about anything.

But Nepheli made repeated trips to the corridor where he could leave the training ground, as he was somehow told.

So I found Tinasha waving his sword about ten days after he came to Falsus.

It was King Falsus who was dealing with her. There is a metal noise that meets the practice sword. Neferi stared at the two with her eyes round the unexpected sight.

Whether it's a handful to match Tinasha's arm strength, the speed but light reward. But it was temporarily interrupted when Oscar jumped Tinasha's sword with a short exhalation. Nefery breathes in the sword that flies as it rotates through the air.

The next moment the sword moved back to Tinasha's hand. The man looks at her like he's frightened.

"Hi, you haven't kept up with your body movements in recognition. Be able to move more reflectively."

"I will refine."

"When you look at the other person's shoulder, you can read a little further. But look at the whole thing."

"Yes."

Tinasha looked at her right arm when she replied honestly. A red and black mole is being formed after eating the sword that I missed earlier.

She stretched out her left hand finger and turned off the mole as it spread. Oscar looks at it obliquely.

"That's convenient."

"It just looks like it. Moles can't be cured by magic."

Tinasha wipes the pattern of the sword slipping with sweat with a cloth that was caught between her hips. That's how I regained the pattern and raised my face - tilted my neck.

Oscar looks at himself with a flashing look. Not knowing why, she took her neck down to the other side.

"You... why don't you say that first! They'll be full of moles!

"It's full of moles, but it doesn't hurt, does it? I can fix it inside."

"That's not the problem"

"Huh?"

I don't know why you're mad at me. She tempered with her left hand.

"Isn't it the same as taming your skin with makeup? And I don't think it's going to improve without painful eyes. Best regards,"

I'm feeling pretty depressed right now.

"What is it?"

Tinasha set up her sword as she asked back dissatisfied. Cut in with no man's approval.

But naturally he took it without difficulty. Keep it up. The two meet for about twenty.

Oscar didn't miss Tinasha's move when he gently returned his sword, and when he stepped in, he played her sword hard. Run a sword to snap an empty white neck.

Tinasha did, but jumped back as she took it with her left arm, which she raised aggressively.

"Yes, it hurts"

"Use your magic!

Oscar scolded angrily.

Originally I was going to pull it off before I touched her neck, but oddly enough, she takes her hand back and makes a scratch. I guess it's because of the experience I've had coming through the dead. I put my life first, and when I say I have to, I stain myself with sacrifices for it.

Tinasha puts her hand on her left arm with her sword.

"You're gonna beat me up, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you learn without a painful eye? Defend the Wizard if you don't want to."

"I don't like that because it's cheating"

Totally stubborn. I want to see my parents' faces.

Oscar lowered as he pounded his tongue. Feeling his gaze, he looks at the corridor, where Neferi stands with the two escorts.

Seeing her face looking worried, he hand-invited that he would laugh bitterly. She hesitates but comes out of a gap in the corridor to the training ground.

Tinasha laughed and bowed her head when she noticed it too.

"Hello, are you strolling?

Neferi met with surprise at Tinasha's smile, which was not the same as the other day at the reception.

"Yeah... I thought I'd move my legs a little. What is Master Tinasha doing?

"Train me. I have a lot of free time right now."

I don't see Tinasha's emotions closing her eyes and smiling. Neferi was driven by a sense of impatience for no reason.

She has also learned the sword of protection as a royalty. I still keep auditioning regularly, but I don't train consciously in action this way. Despite being the same royalty, they were scared that they seemed to take their place in the battle for granted.

Oscar, unaware of Neferi's whispering, gently asks Tinasha back.

"Are you still allowed to stay in Falsus? You'll be ready too."

"Regis is doing it for me. The truth is, I tried, but when I sharpened the invitees a lot, they took it away."

"I see."

"I've been working for a while."

That would be true.

I've seen very little of her out there lately except for archery. Sometimes fatigue seeped through his face, and Oscar was a little worried.

"Is it time? Thank you."

Tinasha checks the clock on the outer wall and bows her head. Oscar tapped the head lightly.

"Don't make moles soon."

"I'll do it right."

He gave her the sword, apparently still lingering, and Oscar, urging Nepheli to go home, looked back, however, with agile motion. Raise your arms as Tinasha chants small in your sight.

The man who confirmed it held Neferi in his arms.

It's all just a flash of events, and not long before Nefery moves, there's a nasty sound of grabbing the vitreous around.

But the sound stopped perfectly with Tinasha's grunt of "scattering".

Oscar speaks to Tinasha with Neferi in his arms.

"Where are you from?

"Wait. Mira!"

"Yes, sir. What's the use?"

Suddenly in the air, a red-haired girl appeared. Neferi and her two escorts are taken aback.

"Follow the assassin. Hope to catch him alive. You can kill him if you can't."

"Rikai"

When the girl disappeared laughing like a bell, Oscar finally let Neferi go.

She looks up at Oscar as she holds down her cheeks, which have turned bright red, with both hands.

"Oh, um... what the hell?

"No... it looks like the assassin has broken through the line. You seem to have escaped already, but you'd better stay inside the castle. Let's get you to your room."

Neferi's face was visibly pale. The samurai and the magician's escort also change their complexion.

Oscar grinned bitterly as he looked down at Neferi, who was making his poor lips tremble.

"Well, I don't know who I'm after. It could be an explosion ball in the back."

"If you thought I could kill you to that extent, it's a flower garden in your head. It's about the sweetness of recognition."

Tinasha shrugged her shoulders and walked out to the warehouse next to the stuffing to return the sword Oscar had been using.

But Nepheli couldn't be relieved to look at that little back, which was as flat as nothing had happened, or to be held by a similarly motionless man on his shoulder.