Unnamed Memory

To the suddenly deprived sight, Gate hastily proceeded to the master's side. Scream its name.

"Dear Neferi!

The fog is so thick that you can't even see the tip of the extended hand. He emptied himself with his arms desperately.

The hand touches the soft body.

"Gate?"

When he was relieved by a clear voice, a poor voice he knew well, the fog began to fade as abruptly as it did when it appeared. The view of the area returns and the sun begins to shine.

But the gate that regained sight was stunned to notice what was going on around him. Looking back, Lucanos and Nino still stare around.

Soon there was no one there but the king and the Pharsus man.

"What the hell is this..."

"Is that magic? What happened?"

The three men were on face-to-face alert, but so far there appear to be no suspicious signs. Instead, I couldn't even sense the human signs of Falsus.

Gate looks back and speaks to the woman who seems to be moving.

"Dear Neferi, let's just get back to the castle"

"So, but His Majesty..."

"I don't know what it is. It's dangerous."

She had been on a roundabout for a while, but looked around for a moment and pointed to the end of the road.

"It's glowing over there... I wonder if it's on the water... Hey, why don't we go back to the lake? Perhaps His Majesty is looking for us."

"But..."

"Gate, please"

The gate shut up with a bitter face. Looking back, the two martial artists look like trouble.

Lucanos opened his mouth.

"We're uncertain about the road, and we might as well go out to the lake once,"

"Right..."

When Gate turned back to her, he made a tough face.

"Then, Master Neferi, let's come. I'll go first, so be careful."

"Yes."

The line began to proceed carefully with the horse. After a while I start to see the end of the forest.

The brilliance she pointed out was certainly from the lake. Slight standing waters gleam in the light of day. The sight was so beautiful that it was sufficiently distracting.

I just can't let go and fall in love. Looking over the shore of a flickering lake, there was no Pharsus anywhere.

The gate reduces palpitations that get faster to tension.

"Dear Neferi, let's still get back to the castle. Open the transfer gates."

"But..."

"Your thing comes first. Be safe first, then worry about others."

She hesitated for a while but eventually nodded small.

With my husband's approval, Gate begins chanting. But you can't fly directly inside an exotic castle. For now, the castle gate would be fine.

The gates forming the configuration were, however, attacked by a sense of instantaneous ominousness and stopped chanting. Instead, we tie boundaries around us.

The decision was right.

One second late, arrow rain pouring around.

"An assassin!?

To the voice of the gate, two of the martial officers pulled out their swords.

The arrows appear to be shot from within the woods behind your left hand. Lucanos screamed.

"Quick, into the woods over there!

There is no shield or anything on the shore of the lake. For now, we need to hide ourselves. The four rushed back to their original path when they pulled the horse.

But shortly afterwards, Nino, who was running the lead, hurriedly pulls the reins. Beyond him, who stopped the horse, there were about thirty riders of men in formation, trying to block the way. Looking at the bulky outfits that aren't military, apparently they're like a burglar. And they took hold of the sword that had already been plucked, and looked niggardly at the woman that was in the four.

"It's that woman. Don't let them get away with it."

Gate heard it and aroused a sense that he was about to fall into despair.

- If this is what's been set up, we have to at least let Nefery alone get away with it.

When he sets up the composition of the metastasis, he reaches out to her in front.

But then there was an incredible sight in the eyes of the gate.

Lucanos, who was behind her, slowly turned to her little back and shook up her sword.

Staring at the princess is a cold, emotionless eye. The gate opens its mouth trying to scream a warning.

But a moment earlier, Lucanos shook the white blade straight down to her.

"Dear Neferi!!

The screams echo late.

Gate chuckled with a hunch that it was too late, and Lucanos laughed confidently that the mission would be accomplished.

But their expectations were betrayed at the same time.

The woman was given Lucanos' blade by her own sword.

Lucanos stares with a glaring eye at his thin, purple flesh.

She gave a pleasant laugh.

"You hit?

The woman takes the vale away.

The figure below belonged to a terribly beautiful Turdar magician.

"Stupid......! When did you switch!

"Isn't that what you just did? Dull."

Tinasha circles his horse's head as he looks to Lucanos. A grin engraved on his red lips.

The gate squeaks next door.

"Oh no... I must have mistaken Lady Neferi... where is Lady Neferi..."

Without looking at the gate on the verge of self-loss, Tinasha replied lightly.

"I'm with Oscar. I'm fine. You made a mistake because of the curse. I called you last night."

The gate opened its mouth gently to her answer. He also knows about the song of the alien, as knowledge, but I guess he never experienced it with his own hands.

Lucanos lags behind each horse as he shows himself wandering.

Tinasha put up her sword with a glossy grin that included provocation against the man.

"You can't leave now, can you? It's true you attacked me."

"... all the time..."

A man's voice is distorted by the lapse. Tinasha ran the horse and stuffed it between them, striking a slender sword into the man. Lucanos defends it with his own sword and returns the blade to the counterattack.

Tinasha scolded the two left and right as she channelled the man's sword.

"Behind you, please!

To the woman's voice the two turned their heads in haste.

The wildlings drive their horses closer to the narrow path in the woods.

Nervously, the gate turned to the men to form a configuration. When it produces seven wind blades, it strikes out into the midst of the bandits.

The blade that slashes the sky and flies first cleaves about the leading ten horsemen, one after the other as they scattered blood.

But it was also for a moment that the enemy was confused there, and the remaining bandits roar and run their horses. The unpleasant sound of horseshoes trampling their fallen and lying compatriots rang all the way into the woods.

When Nino leaves before the gate, he slashes and ties with the bandits who attacked him ahead of his people. Breathe sharply and slash and lay down your opponent with the next flash.

- The difference in the strength of the sword is evident between the martial officers and the bandits who serve the King's Palace. But the number of pushes is different.

But when they were in a hurry, the Pharsus army appeared further behind the bandits.

The leading Ars commands while manipulating the horse at full speed.

"You can kill them all. Don't let them get away with it!"

The voice of acceptance rises one after the other. Occasionally the woods became a battlefield.

Lucanos stared at the current woman as she waved her sword with mighty force. She continues to receive a man's sword while maintaining a slight nervousness.

From that appearance Lucanos quickly discerned that she had excellent reflex nerves about her, but had no arm strength, and was unfamiliar in action.

He can put his whole body into every blow.

The woman used to recieve it, but there was anticipation that she would eventually not be able to take it out because of the slight messiness. Lucanos holds the future of smashing his little head as a certainty.

The man, through his height difference, has struck a sword from the front.

Tinasha plays it outwards. A paralysis ran on my thin wrist.

But as soon as she puts her strength into her fingers grabbing the pattern, she slashes it in for the man's neck. I saw my opponent gently draw his sword and try to wave it on her left side.

- But I'm not lost.

She holds her breath.

Moments, in the back of my brain, I said, "Use magic!" I thought I heard a man scold.

Tinasha, though, smiles invincibly, staring only at the front.

Configuration is not organized.

Raise your left elbow to receive a man's sword.

She waved her sword at speed, believing that she was faster and would end the man's life.

Gisis was both frustrated and near the limit to never coming in contact. Walk around the room restlessly.

Has Lucanos been captured that neither success nor failure has been contacted?

If so, we have to go on a quick offense before we can be pursued from Savas. The non-aristocratic civilians that Savas has already enrolled mostly agree with him, to a lesser extent. A third of the generals also favored him, and the connections within the court were overwhelmingly in his favor.

- Then it's the only time. Reform the royal palace as it is.

I was already ready for that. In future generations, it is now up to him to be told that he is a failed rebel or a successful reformer.

Gisis, who never opened the door of the room to his will, stopped, however, realizing that two confused Yalda civilians and two strange men were coming just outside the room. I look at the two men suspiciously. One of them opened his mouth when he stood in front of Gisis.

"My name is Doan for use from Falsus. I'd like to ask you a few questions about this series of raids in Farsas. I'm here to welcome you. Please continue to accompany us to Farsas."

Gisis breathed on his unexpected, but to some extent anticipated, mouth. But he returns his expression quietly.

"What is it about? I don't have any idea. And why do you have to go to Falsus? If it had anything to do with you, Princess, I'd ask you about domestic problems in Yalda."

The two men looked at each other.

Gisis smiles confidently.

Falsus doesn't have enough authority to detain him for the Nepheli raid. If we're going to push it off, there's a way out here as well as interference in our internal affairs.

Doan took a step back with a bitter smile at Gisis's attitude. Another man comes forward instead.

"I didn't want you to have anything to do with the princess of Yalda. My princess of Trudar has been badly wounded by your hands. His Royal Highness Regis would like to hear from you on this matter."

Gisis was pale in an instant. Chew the said words.

- I don't know why that's happening.

I knew there was a princess of Trudar in Falsas, but I didn't think it had anything to do with it. I was just pushing Lucanos to keep his hands off the Falsus humans.

A messenger from Trudar, who names himself Lennart, tells Farsus that he will summon him because it is in Farsus, without worrying about the inner heart of Gisis or anything else.

Gisis watched as the intention to kill swayed in his eyes.

"Can you come?

I can't say no.

Gisis realized she was starting to roll down the ramp and was wary.

Gisis, who was taken to Farsas via a transfer formation, was passed through one of the halls.

There already awaits King Falsus and Prince of Trudar, as well as Neferi.

In contrast to the pale Nepheli, the two men turned their chilling eyes to Gisis.

Djissis moves forward by making sure he is pushed out by Lennart. Regis cut the tantrum with a sharp voice that he could not have imagined from his soft appearance.

"Well, I think I've already heard the circumstances. A martial officer who was following Princess Neferi about the attack on Tinasha. He said his men were your instructions at the time of his death. Do you have something to say?

"I have nothing..."

"But there are also a large number of witnesses. Do you know she's due to reign in less than ten days? This can also be taken as a declaration of war from Yalda to Turdar."

I knew it, but when I was poked again, it was the thought of being allowed to bathe in cold water.

Nefery stares at Regis with a bloody face.

Trudar is a magical country that is nowhere to be stopped.

I had never invaded another country, or been attacked since the war against Tayri four hundred years ago.

It is also, for one thing, the refusal of the nations to fight for Trudar, which fought the magic on the spindle.

Its strength can be seen from the fact that, even in the absence of warfare, the country has sent personnel all over the continent in cases involving contraindicated magic and immense magical elements, beginning with a curfew.

Not very much, but I can't go to war with Turdar. Yarda is a country that has finally begun to stabilize with the help of Falsas. Look at the look on Oscar's face in silence. If it was a war, it was obvious that Yarda would be ravaged by a magical power left alone and helpless.

- That's all we have to avoid somehow.

Gisis turns his mind around.

Can I escape saying that I am not myself?

But he immediately dispelled the sweetness. It is possible to plead guilty to him without proof, even if he is drawn before all these humans.

There is no escape.

The circle of conspiracy was closed in reverse.

Gisis licks her lips.

It didn't take long to make up my mind. He falls on both knees and drips his head deep.

"It was all my discretion. It has nothing to do with the country. I beg your pardon for taking this life."

The woman's sigh leaks.

That meant that a settlement had been reached.

When Gisis was restrained by Renate, the door opened, as she had anticipated it. Two men and women enter the hall.

Gisis noticed the signs and was surprised to look back just at her neck.

The man is Savas, Prince Yarda, and the woman is the first face to see, but an extinct beauty with dark eyes on her long dark hair.

She smiled when she saw Gisis.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Tinasha."

"You...! Kay, are you hurt..."

"I'm cured. It hurts."

Tinasha avoided one step to the side, saying without incident. Savas walks out.

He looked down at Gisis kneeling on the floor with a seeping sinking face of bitterness he had never seen before.

Gisis looks up into its eyes with a slight surprise.

This weak prince accepted them when asked to do so by the nobles, who tended to be sweet and immediately demanded responsibility from others. It was surprising to Gisis that he was staring at himself with an eye of remorse rather than an eye of criticism.

Savas says in a powerless voice.

"Let me hear more about you in Yarda"

"... Yes, sir."

Yalda's soldiers, who had refrained behind Savas, pull up Gisis. Tinasha's voice rang on the back of the man who was taken out of the room with his sides solidified.

"You're funny. You should come to me if you don't get executed. It's the talent I want."

Gisis turned her eyes round to a remark that didn't even clap.

Behind him, Oscar frowns and Regis laughs bitterly. Yarda's brothers and sisters opened their mouths flashly.

When Gisis takes off from her surprise, she bows her head with a self-derisive look.

"Thank you, I'm afraid. But...... Yalda is my country. We want to die in the country if we can..."

"Really?"

Tinasha laughed and waved not so sorry. I shrug my shoulders when Gisis disappears outside the room.

"You've been shaken"

The humans gathered in the room sent a dazzling glance at the obvious tricks that could be described as adorable.

After Gisis was repatriated to Yalda, the royals and subordinates of the three kingdoms came to the discussion of post-processing.

This whole thing is a plan that was going on under the water more than when Oscar decided to intervene.

The general partition was made by Tinasha, but the two men, who expected one of the remaining martial officers to be suspicious rather than the missing martial officer, decided to replace Tinasha and Neferi and let them attack.

Oscar exhales quietly.

"I didn't think anyone close to the woman knew about the poison sight. Didn't the missing martial artist get killed? I don't know if there's any bodies left."

Nepheli's upper body shakes as she sits on that word. My brother supported her from the side. Is Sylvia turning blue at the wall because it's a story that's going to be suspicious?

Tinasha laughed bitterly as she behaved herself tea together.

"I didn't even know exactly who it was, so I put the curse on everyone. I put a counter-configuration on the Falsus humans beforehand, though. I've solved it now, so it shouldn't have any impact."

Regis asked with interest.

"You can do it without realizing so much. Even though the hair color is completely different."

"I just strengthened my assumptions and did it. I was dressed in a veil to make sure."

It is also Tinasha who produced the fog. She multiplied it and replaced it with Nepheli, transferring each Farsas army princess a little further away.

Ars, who was under the command of a separate squad, whines in a tired voice.

"Dear Tinasha, after I killed those who were hitting the bow, they cut me open... I thought you'd use magic, so I looked up to you."

"The gate and Nino were tied together."

I don't know why they say that, Tinasha returned it with a face like that.

Oscar stretches out his fingers and connects the cheeks of the woman standing next to him.

"You really didn't have to get hurt! What are you doing!

"It's a real battle around the corner... so you said you wanted to test your powers a little bit"

"If you want to fight that much in action, get on the table later! I'll get you more moles."

"I don't know if your opponent has grown because of too many differences in strength!

Tinasha put out her tongue, letting Lucanos despair as she devoured her sword into her left elbow. After all, she suffered a fatal injury, and apparently is still unconvinced by her own sword arm. "I will continue my auditorium even when I return to Trudar," he cut the story off.

Tinasha goes to Sylvia on the wall and starts chatting when she gives the tea utensil to the woman.

Approximately to that distraction, the three Oscars, Regis and Savas arranged to leave the matter to Yarda without disclosing it publicly.

Savas stands up and bows his head to both of them to follow and politely thank them.

"Thank you so much for your help with this one. Nepheli, thank you very much."

The two responded to it with a bitter smile. When Savas stood up, he headed to the door with his men to leave the room. And I also bowed my head to Tinasha standing there.

"Words, I've really stained myself. Thank you."

"It is the irresponsible language of man in the other countries in which it is interpreted. It's up to you how you see it, and I'm not doing anything to thank you."

Tinasha smiles like a prank.

From the looks of it, Savas seems to have inflicted some bitterness on her for visiting Yarda incorrectly with Gisis. Oscar laughed inside out at her for saying something.

"During the reign ceremony, I will definitely ask. So, um..."

Savas mumbled. The gaze on Tinasha gives rise to heat.

She tilts her little neck and waits for the continuation of her words, but the continuation does not come out inside.

"- Tinasha"

Calling his name from a remote table, Tinasha turned her gaze. Regis is smiling and inviting her own princess. When she gave Savas a meeting, she returned to Regis. He strokes Tinasha's hair when he stands up.

"I'm leaving now."

"I'm sorry you're so busy. Send it to you."

"Anytime and anything you want."

A light of restraint floats in the eyes of Regis over Tinasha's shoulder. Savas stiffened as he was shot through that gaze. When they greet Oscar and the people around them, they transfer and disappear from the spot.

Oscar laughed at the much looser air when the person who was responsible for one end of the tension was gone.

"Well, that's a natural reaction."

It's just before the reign. I guess Regis doesn't want to wear bad bugs, either, both public and private.

Oscar, conscious that he is inherently the most restrained person, rises up exhaled without sighing. I spoke to Neferi, who was sitting face to face.

"Don't you finally get back to your country. It's been tough."

"Yes, no. Thank you."

Neferi stood in a hurry and lined up next to Oscar.

Savas apparently returns to Yarda one foot away.

When they left the room, they somehow walked out towards Neferi's own room. She cuts out pompous as she stares forward.

"Do you remember the offer made ten years ago?

"Are you in truce mediation? I generally remember."

Neferi took a deep breath. Look up at the man walking next door.

Outstanding side. Blue eyes haven't looked at her. Over a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth.

"If you wish to marry now, would you take it?

Oscar glanced lightly. Blue eyes capture her.

A few seconds of silence seemed like time for an idea of what to give back.

"Right... if that's for each other, then we'll sign up here again"

- A far-fetched word.

That meant that as a private person I wasn't interested in her. And on top of that, if it makes any political sense, it also means entering into marriage.

Neferi suffered the bitterness of the words as expected.

That's what I thought.

I'm more royal than I was. I don't think I'm free to fall in love.

Still, I couldn't deny I was expecting something.

Even now that my expectations have been betrayed, I have no desire to resent them. Naturally.

Neferi glanced back forward as she blinked. Walk with your chest up.

Even if nothing happens, my, this feeling is real. That was half satisfactory.

The bitterness that fills the other half will sooner or later degenerate.

That's how she walks away.

That little back had raw responsibilities that weren't just for me.

Gisis was sentenced to life after returning to Yarda and being revealed his guilt.

Savas then said that gradually, but not confused by the opinions of the nobles, he began to weigh the trustworthy.

He frequently visited Gisis, who is in prison, and asked him for his opinion.

Tinasha, who later heard about Savas trying to grow by hand, merely laughed silently and small.

It was a story going another way, going around apart from her fate.