Unnamed Memory

It is the first time in six generations that the Queen has reigned in Turdar. It's been eleven generations since the Spirit Inheritance was released.

On the day of the reign ceremony, humans from countries guided to the cathedral of Trudar had whispered a variety of concerns in response to the unusual reign. With the altar as its centre, men in luxurious clothes face each other in a seat reserved for the outer circumference of a rind bowl.

"Trudar also said that the curse had just been restricted by the treaty, but he wasn't going to carry out a spiritual inheritance"

"But it was a ritual of reign. I guess we can't skip it."

"There hasn't been a spirit or anything in the last hundred years. Now, do you have any thoughts about revealing the Spirit?

- - The identity of the Spirit that the King will serve upon his reign is the superior demonic race.

They barely show up in the human world, so much so that every one of them was also an object of faith in ancient times as God.

Even today, Turdar is still in awe of his country as a nation with exceptional magic skills and numerous magicians. When the Spirit reappears on top of this, it is also concerned about the power that is too great.

Conversations whispered all over the diocese also contain many doubts about "can the Spirit really inherit". On the other hand, what stands out is the optimistic opinion that "even if it can be inherited, it will be the only thing in the world, so there is not much awareness".

Oscar, who was in the row, laughs bitterly at the blurring that goes into his ear, even if he doesn't like it.

- The woman who is going to reign is originally in the service of the Spirit. No matter how you fall, it can't just be the one thing. I'm looking forward to seeing what they look like after the reign ceremony.

But with that in mind, he felt something at the same time that was not laughable.

Trudar's strengthening of its power inevitably means buying the vigilance of other countries. No matter how many states have never invaded before, tensions won't get muddled with countries just because of one of Druza's a few months ago.

The decision to revive the Spirit by reinstating Tinasha was the intention of the former king Karste, who left yesterday, but it is still her who pays for it. Oscar was a mixed thought of worry and curiosity about how a woman at that point would move this country.

The cathedral rests unexpectedly.

Oscar noticed it and looked up.

In the center overlooked by the linemen, there is a circular space made of cobblestones, but in the center of the space is raised by a staircase, with little decoration on the altar. Only a non-religious state, with no idols whatsoever. It is a cathedral where only the altar is located.

In front of that altar, at some point the Regis, dressed in liturgical attire, stood. He bows his head to the row of seats who sit in circles and look down at himself.

"Thank you very much for coming to our busy place today. Thank you very much on behalf of the Queen."

A light greeting reminded me of some sensible Tinasha.

Regis continues with a soft smile.

"This reign will replace spiritual inheritance with ritual. I know it's unusual, but this is the will of the queen."

Trudar's throne is not strictly an inheritance.

The former king shall depart the day before, and the new king shall reign the day after that.

Only the Spirit inherited by the King, where the ancient concept of "becoming the throne by force" remained colorful.

So even today Karste, the former king, refrains from going under the altar with the magicians of Turdar. Only my son Regis is on the stage.

As Regis thanked him again, he reached out to the space with nothing behind the altar. That's where the transfer gate appears.

The first glance through the gate was the hand of a little white woman layered on Regis' hand.

I can then see the blue clothes hem. Blueness, like crushed and dyed rare gems, is unique to the Trudar royalty.

Inhaling the silence of those who dwell in line, the queen slowly presents her whole body on the stage.

Long black silk hair remains down. On his head, instead, he layered many thin pearls tied to silver thread, which looked like a long veil.

The enchanted clothing is coloured with deep blue and pure white, and the hem is spread wide and circular as it floats the lines of a luxurious body. She stood upright as she pulled the hem like an arc.

The colour of his slightly laying eyes stares forward at the depth of the darkness itself. The beauty that could not be forbidden to sigh, with solemnity, had given her such majesty that even her soul would be attracted.

Signs of people breathing come through.

Oscar laughed unexpectedly when he realized it. I was going to be familiar with the rarity of her creation and her prestige as a queen, but when I actually saw it, it was more than I expected, and the moment I saw it, she was completely drunk.

Tinasha breathed deeply as she stood in front of the altar. Regis is already one step down the stairs.

She spread her white hands as she got the air pregnant on her long sleeve. The bell placed on the bracelet makes a clear sound.

"- The contract is written down and spinned without a voice."

It sounds a lot.

With the beginning of that chant, the air of the diocese changes. Magic begins to form an elaborate composition.

"The birth of hope becomes an abyss of despair, and the flow of time irreversibly makes the meaning that can hold forms recognition. The overshadowed concept is individualized, connected and crawls to the tip of the genealogy."

Oscar saw the configuration spread like a wave.

It stays on the stairs around the altar, adding more complexity. In response to her own immense magic, she also found herself stiffening in the center with the power to fill the surrounding air. When the chanting continues, its density increases and its magic thickens.

At a time when the power to converge was thought to be the earliest limit - suddenly a white glowing line appeared around the altar.

One configuration after the other cuts it, visualized by overly intense magic, depicts a complex circle.

White light lit the outer circumference of the circle, where it temporarily touched.

Then two o'clock, three o'clock and the lights are on, and the light of zero o'clock lights up when you circle through the seven o'clock place.

I don't know whose it belonged. The sigh leaked.

Tinasha's voice changes from pale to strong will.

The power to forcefully change the immobile as well.

And finally, the proclamation of inheritance, exercised by the unwavering magic, echoed the diocese with unwavering power.

Twelve spirits stood in circles around the altar when the white magical light that burned vision left.

With all the spirits passed down to Trudar from time immemorial, a bright air spreads among the row attendants.

But soon it turned into awe. Too powerful a power was born in one country. Everyone would have thought that this would undoubtedly be a turning point in history.

The spirits, each of whom took the human figure, all but one look at the queen unexpectedly.

She realized the sign, breaking her expression for the first time and smiling bitterly. Squeeze with a voice to the extent that only they can hear.

"It's been a long time. Please wait a moment."

To that life, everyone kept silent with their own expressions.

When Tinasha returns to the appearance that seeped her intimidation, she looks around at the row attendants in the outer perimeter.

"I reigned as the forty-third queen. I am Tinasha As Mayer Ur Aetherna Trudar. I am deeply grateful to all of you for being here today."

I can't even hear you bluffing.

A polite tribute, however, comes from a woman who can even dictate the lives of everyone in this room. Few of them were pale in fear.

Tinasha smiles slightly. It is the king's possession that bears the strong light. She opens her lips when she looks over at her own Spirit.

"You, the Spirit of Trudar, do not order."

All spirits kneel according to the word. She said arrogantly toward them.

"As your kings, I proclaim the end of the covenant of old and eternity. - From this moment on, I will connect you and untie you as Trudar. You can go ahead and do whatever you want."

The air freezes.

Everyone was flabbergasted.

Not surprisingly, Tinasha himself and Regis, and about Renate, who had refrained down there. Even the spirits looked decent for a moment, except for Mira.

"Hey, what the...!

Calste, who finally returned to me, comes up the stairs screaming.

Tinasha turned to the previous king with a thin smile.

"The time has passed when the king himself should have mighty power. Too much power only creates fear. Even without the Spirit, you know very well that Trudar was a mighty country, don't you?

She sends her gaze to Regis. With it he stood next to her, flushing his father's shooting eyes.

"Regis......! You knew!

"Yeah. It must have been more natural. Even if she inherits the Spirit, eventually the age of kings may come that she will not inherit. Instead of relying on the power to be lost sooner or later, we should know that the technology and the people of this country are the power itself."

".................. stupid"

A glance at the silent Karste, Tinasha smiled at the row attendants.

"I, as queen presiding over the last times when the king was a symbol of power, will be on the throne for the next year. And then Prince Regis, as king, will rule this country with the newly established parliamentary system. Consider this year the last of our old tradition of Trudar and the period of preparation for a new departure"

A sigh leaks from the row attendants.

They gradually spread out and became blurry.

A magical nation that seemed to weigh most heavily on tradition has now declared its escape from old customs. Until a moment ago, those who were in that power looked at the queen who had just taken office in a situation that was not immediately swallowable.

She looks at the Spirit and shrugs her shoulders.

"That's why. As soon as we meet again, thank you for everything."

One of them takes the look of a young man and raises his hand when he stands up.

"Lady, are you sure you want me to?

"Of course not."

"Then it's a corner, and I'm a spirit until your daughter dies. Trudar is terminated in Trudar, but your daughter is my queen because it's another matter."

"Really? Well, either way."

"Dear Tinasha, I'll stay too!

"Uh, I guess I'll stay, too. I'm not bored with the queen."

"Nil, go home! Out of the way!"

To the spirits who began to raise their voices wow, Tinasha held her temples with a bitter face. Regis is circling his eyes next door.

"You were admired a lot..."

"I'm admired or amused..."

Speaking to the spirits of his choice, when he decided that the venue was never going to fit in, Tinasha saw the spirits located at zero o'clock for help.

The oldest looking grey-haired spirits of them bow their heads to Tinasha when they grin bitterly.

"Thank you for ordering the termination of the contract. But Cal is right, apart from Trudar's covenant and your being our master. Raw of someone shorter than the ex, forgive me for staying with you till the end. We prefer to follow you."

"Mm-hmm... well I told you to like it... Thank you for your patience."

"Sweet for your words"

With the words of the old man all the spirits shut their mouths. When thanked with a thoughtful expression, it disappears from the spot at the same time.

Tinasha smiled tauntingly as she turned and quieted back.

Without slight fright, her presence, which receives the gaze that gathers in herself, is indisputably the king himself. As most of us had a hunch, but in a completely different way than expected, her reign became a turning point in history. Its heterogeneous beauty and power leave a permanent and vivid trajectory in people's memories.

Among the rows of seats unable to move like they had been cursed, Oscar was just staring at the young and beautiful queen in amazement.

"You really did something out of shape..."

Doan, who was in a row about the Oscars, squeaked smudgingly on his way to the banquet hall.

The row attendants around them don't seem to wake up excited either, and they give their thoughts orally. Some of them appreciated Trudar's renunciation of his overprominent powers, and supported thoughtful institutional changes, but secretly voiced criticism of Tinasha's heterogeneity and innovation.

At any rate, most countries now lay down a monarchy. Attempts to make it two pillars of parliament and kingship cannot but get people's attention. Four hundred years ago, the Queen was pushed out of office because she had too many hands on reform, and she is still trying to get ahead of herself even when she comes to this age.

Oscar laughs bitterly at his subordinate sentiments.

"Well, you don't know how this is going to be appreciated until later in life.... It's just enough as a deterrent to other countries than the Spirit stays in his place. In the meantime, Turdar will have a new system in place."

Tinasha highly valued Regis as a person who should be a monarch. Perhaps, acknowledging its qualities, it was going to carry out this reform for quite some time. Even though he would be removed in a year, once he succeeded to the throne in order to dissolve the Spirit's covenant.

Even if her blood is inherited, the magic power of the king's individual decays every time he pursues the generations. Then she must have decided that it was her own generation that would be the last chance to inherit all the spirits and untie them.

Doan replied breathlessly to the king's words.

"I guess it was a sensible nation in a way, because it was so much as inherited the throne originally with strength. It was better to keep the royal family in the blood than it was supposed to be."

"Maybe there's been some influence from other countries since the opening of national traffic."

"The kingdom was absolute because it would also be a remnant of the time when the Spirit was there. Perhaps Tinasha's decision seems to be Trudar in a way."

When they arrived in the hall where the banquet seat was provided, there was a Regis there to entertain the guests. Invitations from all over the country surround him with question-attacks.

I don't see the queen. Instead, Oscar walked over, finding a magician man at the entrance to serve her.

Renate notices King Falsus and bows his head.

"What about Tinasha?

Renate returned the question flat, but whispered.

"You are dealing with Master Karste. It will be done soon...... I think you'll be here when you get dressed."

Oscar had been thinking about it for a while as he nodded at Renate's answer.

The sun is slowly starting to fall outside. The view from the east window was becoming a bright night sky, similar to his eyes.

Oscar laughed small as he headlined a thin glowing three-day moon in it and followed the hall against the flow of people.

When he finally concluded his argument with Karste, which took nearly an hour, Tinasha returned to his room.

Originally, she hoped to revive the Spirit as a deterrent to Druza. Now that that Druza is gone, I could really have turned down the reign. But I dared reign because, as Oscar thought, I broke the Spirit's covenant.

Karste's thoughts, which were supposed to set the strongest queen in place, came off, and Trudar was to lose the Spirit and even incorporate a parliamentary system.

When she found out, the former king had stunned Tinasha, but she rebutted it all.

Four hundred years ago, we could not even hope for satisfactory stability without strength. Those were the times.

But I no longer took it off in the dark ages. From now on, we just have to stay ahead of the times of change and take a new form for the country as well. Tinasha did so, insisting on him that the power of the people be the pillar of the country, not the power of the king.

- - What the king himself needs is not power, but judgment.

And to support the king, and at the same time to prevent self-righteousness, place the council and reflect the public opinion. She has spent months packing this reform proposal with Regis and Renate.

Moreover, from now on, Turdar will, over the course of the year, concretely articulate a culture of reform and put in place a system for the establishment of Parliament.

It is in the end Tinasha's word that he silenced Karste, who apparently was not convinced to hear that.

"Your son has always studied to rule the country and make it better. Shouldn't you acknowledge the effort first and foremost?

After a long tour, the former king said he would have seen his son's efforts diligently and finally wanted to entrust his country to the next generation.

When Tinasha made the escort wait in front of the room and went into the room to change clothes, the sun was already completely set.

During the Queen's absence, the guest entertainment is left to Regis. Remembering that, she hurries to the costume room.

But shortly afterwards, she felt another sign indoors and structured herself. I can't look back and let it go.

Intense magic bullets intended for stunning - but the magic struck out was only dispersed upon the sword held by the opponent. She rounds her eyes in amazement.

"Are you again?"

"What is it again?"

"It's nothing..."

In the sight of the weakening Tinasha, Oscar was sitting in a chair with his pulled out Acacia with one leg in one hand. The red dragon stops on its shoulder.

"How did you get here?

"Through the window. You're comfortable with the world. It's easy to get here. You're careless."

"There is no one who can break my bond..."

Tinasha, floating on the tannic side, was the same person as the woman who had earlier been in the diocese, but already had a completely different atmosphere. The air between each other permits a blur with no distance, as before.

Oscar looked at her with a cheek wand with his left hand on his elbow.

"You've done something quite thoughtful."

"Well... that's what I've been deciding for a long time."

"Karste would have turned bright red."

He was about to run out of blood vessels.

Laughing by the way, she selects a somewhat simpler outfit from the small room than what she's wearing right now. I looked back with my clothes in my chest.

"So, I'd like to change..."

"Oh, bad. I just need to talk. I'll be right there."

Tinasha tilts her neck at the man's words.

"What is it?

"You, what do you do when you step out?

"Mm, what should I do... maybe it's reasonable to marry Regis?

Karste is also going to drop his drinks a little, Oscar looked disgusted when he told her to stay together and be like other HR. A glance at the narc over his shoulder opens his mouth.

"Then why don't you come to me?

"What?"

"I mean, wouldn't you be my wife?

Even though it was a fairly easy word to understand, Tinasha did not immediately understand. I get stiff in the same position.

Oscar scratched her temples with her imaginary face in response.

"I don't think that's a bad story. If we're going to change the system, it's safer to keep other countries on our side. Wouldn't other countries loosen their guard rather than you marrying Regis? Even if there's someone who really puts your existence in jeopardy, there's nowhere to turn against the two countries of Trudar and Falsas."

"Huh? Well, yeah, but no, it's not? Wait a minute......"

Tinasha held her head with her clothes.

- I'm confused and my thoughts don't work often.

I have no idea why this story was suddenly brought up. Am I being made fun of?

But...

Tinasha put her finger on her chin when she looked serious.

If this is a serious proposal, we need to think about it. He laughed bitterly when he saw his face beginning to think about the length of marrying Falsus.

"No, this is a cowardly way of saying it. I'll put it right. - I want you. That's why I'm applying for a marriage. That's all."

"... what?

I don't know about that gavel.

Oscar stood up with a frightened face. Just like when I came, I walked over to the window and looked back at Tinasha, who stood up flashly.

"Well, I have a year, and think slowly"

"Hey, wait a minute. Why did you come out of the window... and not!

Not a good word.

In an instant, I was inspired by thought and emotion.

Covering her face with one hand, she looked for something to say.

Move your lips slightly that you are about to tremble.

"You weren't interested in me, were you?

The man raises a single eyebrow at the inquiry. I answered with my hands on the window.

"I can't dictate the country with personal affection. So I tried not to obsess. But if you're going to step down, that's not the point."

When she declared herself out of position in a year, a paralyzing shock ran.

If you are no longer a queen, there is no inconvenience in taking that hand. Rather, as one of the royal women, the marriage itself works in its favor.

But more than that diplomatic intention... I just wanted to fill the distance.

Childish, laughing, angry, defenseless like a child, with an accomplished chill and audacity, hard-working, hard-working and not looking at himself.

It's like a chicken, a crazy woman. It can't be bothering me.

That's why I wanted to wipe it off when I found out about loneliness that would always accompany her like a shadow.

I wanted to vacate my neighbor for her. But I couldn't do it all the time.

A rare woman.

There is no substitute.

If you can take that little hand, if you don't have to let go.

The man smiled bitterly, but stared at her with an unmistakable eye.

"I want you to stay by my side. I don't want to do it to another man. - If it's okay with me, I'll give it to you, okay?

It's a sweet word to melt your soul.

Tinasha couldn't say anything. I wasn't expecting it at all. I've controlled myself not to want it, not to expect it.

- I don't know.

I suddenly felt the world had changed and she took half a step.

Oscar sees how it goes and shrugs his shoulders.

"That's the end of the story. Hurry up, won't you? Sorry about that. I say hello to Regis and go home. See you later."

With that said, he leaves the window shortly after stopping. Tinasha dropped off the man who disappeared over the terrace, frozen.

The sunny thunderbolts have a lot to offer. I want to say what a joke it is.

But it was clear from his eyes that it was not a joke.

"... marriage? Me and that guy?

The consolation repeatedly whispered as a child suddenly resurrects with realism.

If it's not a political suggestion, they want an emotional answer. Tinasha swallowed a breath that seemed like a sigh.

I've never made that a clear word about what you think of him. I have avoided recognizing it.

But it is self-evident. What I've learned since I came to this day and age and spent time with him.

It meant that even if we go on different paths from each other - he was just one of his own, special.

Ars and Doan finally stroked down their breasts when the king, who disappeared, said he would be right back, returned in about an hour.

It is only recently that he has not done anything remarkable, but is a king who prefers to be quite reckless in nature. They were wary of letting their master go alone.

He seemed oddly in a good mood when he came back. I wanted to ask where and what they were doing, but I generally felt like I could imagine, and most importantly the king said "greet me home" so the two of them backed off silently.

Regis, who was at the center of the banquet seat going on without the queen, looked lightly at him when he found King Falsus coming towards him. I've always wondered where he was, one of the main guests.

As Regis walked over from himself, he thanked Oscar. The two exchange words of formal greeting with each other.

When that was done, Regis asked with a smile, but a voice that even made him feel sharp.

"I didn't see you until earlier..."

"Oh... because I needed to talk to that one. He was out to see me."

Regis breathed in the answer, and swallowed it gave him a bitter face.

Ever since she told me she was taking over the throne in a year, I expected this to happen. Or even if she stayed the queen, maybe one day this is the time.

What story did you have? How will she answer? Regis knows better than we do. Sometimes you can tell from the outside.

He closes his lonely eyes instantly.

And when I looked up at Oscar again, the sentiment behind his eyes remained nowhere.

"It is a treasure of my Trudar. Can you buy it expensive?

"If that's what you want, of course."

Regis' judgment comes from his coolness as the one who is going to move the country. Personal feelings no longer make you feel fine dust. I am beginning to think of marriage to Falsus as a means of supporting my reign.

Oscar was impressed with that thorough switch.

And I think about the woman in the vortex.

- Now all you have to do is wait for her reply.

Six months have passed since we met, like Xunze. Then it will be the same again for the next year.

I'm not in a hurry.

Compared to 400 years, such as waiting time, it's only a moment.