Unnamed Memory

Inside the small room it was kept in the same dimness as usual.

The young man, the owner of the mansion, lets his body sink into the chair with a smile in his hands with contact from outside.

There is only one piece of paper handed over. It's just a brief matter. He saw the paper obliquely and burned it in his hand.

"Oh, man, it's hard to keep the bad guys down."

"Did they say something again?

A girl sitting on the chair opposite the room tilted her neck. Whereas a man sits in a soft cloth chair, what she keeps her body in is a simple wooden chair. Apparently this girl has a lot of restraints on her behavior and what's around her, and the wooden chair that looks common was one of her favorites.

The man blurs with a light voice.

"He wants to get out of here. I know how you feel."

"If you leave on your own and fail, you'll stain yourself, won't you?

"That sounds interesting, but there's no substitute. We need to figure out where to use it."

The girl frowned at the hardship seeping man's bitter smile.

"I wonder why you make Falsus such an enemy. Like how the food at the extra table looks delicious?

"You'll have that, too. It is a nation contending for one or two on the continent, with a well-known and symbolic acacia. The conquest of Falsus must be a racial dream."

"Shallow."

"Milaris is tough."

The man checked the clock as he stood up.

It's time to go out. If you're not prepared, you're not a decent opponent to bump into.

He smiles at the girl who walks next door.

"Strength is aptitude. You cannot deviate from the spirit of the user. Sometimes it makes more sense how well you can use it than how much power you have."

"I know."

The two laugh at each other for just a little bit. And the next moment, with a slight chant, disappeared like an illusion from inside the room.

The plan goes well.

They don't even really know for themselves what that destination will bring. They believe the only way to relieve the pain is there. That I could someday get the end I was looking for.

I can't get my hands on it when it flows slowly. Those who live in it have no choice but to dwell in the water.

The engagement of the current Queen of Trudar surprised the major nations of the continent.

This engagement has made it almost impossible for other countries to restrain Turdar's institutional changes. Falsas and Turdar. - We all thought that a country that could turn two countries against each other, which were different in nature but were originally powerful, no longer existed on the continent.

Few people know that the engagement of just two kings at heart is not a political connotation, but a promise exchanged as private. The beautiful queen in the vortex of the topic turned to her own conference room that day with an awkward look on her face.

Discussions for the establishment of the parliamentary system, which is on the agenda, have never been held before. Various opinions are sucked up and carefully adjusted from regis, heavy ministers, magicians, civilians, etc. It was not to say that things were going well every day but moving forward a little bit.

It was on the conference table. They looked at the queen who came in and each looked like she had something to say, but in the end all they had to do was thank you. The conversation quickly got to the point because of the facades that were not confined to the wreckage. Opinions fly across the desk without distinction of identity.

"There's very little precedent for a parliamentary system..."

"They say a small country called Tile in the South used to have a parliamentary system. You just think the record shows that the chairman, who received overwhelming support, rewrote the law and made it authoritarian? In the next ten years, you've been wiped out by a popular uprising."

"What is important to keep the conditions under which the law can be amended"

"It may or may not require the King's approval. Should we put a top or bottom separate on two pillars or be equal?"

Tinasha joins the debate as she turns the pen with her fingers as she hears voices rising from all over. There is nowhere left to be awkwardness in that look. There was a face there as an executor of change in the country.

Three hours after the start, the meeting was vigorously pursued, but only a few things were decided. And they could still be corrected, too.

Tinasha thought that was fine so far, although some argued that the itinerary was too cautious, as if it were a cow walk, to go one step at a time. It's not an emergency, so you can slowly boil it down to eliminate self-righteousness. Above all, that's what Regis wants.

If what we've come to in this day and age is on any edge, I want to help as much as I can. That's what she thinks.

Returning to the study she was using as an office, Tinasha grinned bitterly as she spread the documents she had brought home.

"That's pretty tough"

To the queen's words, Renate, who had come to report, nodded.

"Because it won't be overnight. I just hope it turns out well."

"I agree."

Lennart began explaining the key concerns among them while putting new documents at his desk. Apart from our work to establish the system, we usually have to take care of our business.

These jobs were sometimes handled by Regis, but mostly by Tinasha herself. Tinasha was also slightly reluctant because sometimes people would say it was too sensible to do what she just wanted to do.

Renate makes a slightly rare tannic surface at the end when he explains it all.

"This is in a nearby town… there have been many injuries"

"Casualties?

Four hundred years ago Trudar presented the statue of a castle state in which most of the people live in the castle capital, but now dots towns and villages outside the castle capital. Still, there is no city as big as Farsas, probably because Turdar has fewer people in the division of the territory. Lennart also talked about a small town about half a day west of the castle capital.

"They say the town guards are investigating, but we've got a request for backup because we can't get a fragrant result. There's been a succession of deaths from inhabitants' sucking blood, and you've had five victims so far."

"They're sucking my blood... that's weird"

Tinasha glanced.

A creature called a vampire that sears in the population is technically non-existent on this continent.

The lower demons eat not only blood, but also the flesh of men, and the higher demons do not feed on humans. Instead, most of the beings who only needed blood were human beings themselves on record, mostly collecting the same human blood for curses, suspicious religions, etc.

Tinasha remembers that and reveals her discomfort.

"We should send an investigation right away. Do you have a suitable magician?

"I have an idea"

"Then leave it to that person to wear soldiers, too. Please make arrangements."

Tinasha handed it to Renate once she had signed the documents in question as a matter of priority. He leaves the room quickly to make arrangements.

The queen who dropped that back off had stopped her hand with an imaginary face for a while - but eventually she uttered some name.

Till was on the outskirts of town then.

I wanted to see a fact-finding team coming from the castle at first sight. He hides in the shadows of the building and awaits its its arrival.

This boy, who has just passed the age of ten, always leaves it to his curiosity to worry his mother when he goes out everywhere. But so far, the novels that are heard like every day have not been at all deterrent to him.

At the end of the boy's gaze, a transfer gate opens in a small open space. He sat back and watched.

The six-member investigation team that emerged appears to consist of four magicians in two martial arts officers. A mixed group of men and women is greeted by the mayor and continues to the centre of the town. Till followed them terribly.

But someone accidentally pulls that ear from behind.

"Till you do it again!

"Or, Mother..."

"Don't do that. Help the house."

The mother, with her left hand on her waist and her right hand picking her son's ear, is a loving woman in her early thirties. Laughing and angry often from time to time, she now stares at Till with an invincible grin.

The boy fought with only his mouth.

"It's a good place now! The castle people are here!

"You've said so much lately that it's dangerous! Don't go out there alone. Stay home!

That said, she began to pull her son back home when she changed the spot she grabbed to Till's collar. People are laughing through the usual sights. Whether you're in the midst of a death, humans need a bright mood.

The town was plugged in after noon, shaking between a routine that had changed and a routine that remained the same.

There have been five victims of the death. They have nothing in common, and the victims are scattered throughout the young and old. All of them are blood loss deaths from being drained of their entire bodies, with one dot-like scar on their neck muscles and arms,

It was reported that it could barely be seen.

The crime is all committed at night, and it is in the morning, on the street, that the body is found.

The magician woman, who confirmed the details from the mayor and guards, tightened her attention to the unidentified case. She is the one responsible for this investigation mission, with her dull blonde hair tied together in one piece, named Pamira. Renate and I have long been friends and trusted each other's strengths.

When she confirmed the street, she smiled and showed it to the mayors.

"We will definitely resolve this quickly."

That said, first of all, reassure the people of a town frightened by fear. It was half clear, but sometimes I need something like that.

Once out of the mayor's mansion, the survey team, which finished greeting him, was to second-hand split up and look around the town. Pamira looks over everyone and says.

"Let's just go around and meet up in an hour. Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay, but am I with this guy?

The girl swells her cheeks, pointing to the person she was supposed to go around with. A brilliant young man called this guy. But he doesn't move one eyebrow. Pamira grinned bitterly at the dissatisfaction.

"He's the strongest of them all. One of the martial artists has to stay here for security and liaison... Tris, study about him."

"Ugh."

Tris stared at the young man standing beside him.

The young man who named himself Ayle is not a magician of the castle. I don't know where it is, but I only heard that it was followed from the top for this investigation.

Or maybe Pamira knows something about youth, but she doesn't seem willing to tell me anything. Dissatisfied with the woman's decision to just go around with another magician and a martial artist, Tris roared.

Ayle looks down at such a girl wonderfully.

"Look, aren't you going?

"I'm coming! Shut up!

"I think it's that way to shut up"

The Chigu pair walks out in the opposite direction as Pamira disappears, repeating a reward that can't even be flattered.

The person who had stared at that one act all the way out of the shadow of the building began to follow the Tris after them to move back alley when he made sure no one was gone.

Around a quarter of the way around town, Tris crouched by the road.

It's hardly popular because the sun started to fall. I guess everyone is careful not to go out there. Looking back at the companion who sat down, Ayle looked frightened.

"There's more."

"Wait a minute... my leg hurts..."

"What? Did you even get hurt?

"No, I'm not. I'm tired!

"It's awesome."

Ayle crouched herself back beside Tris. Reaching out and holding up her little body.

Tris looked flashy, but screamed that he would soon turn bright red.

"Hey! What are you doing!

"You can't walk yourself, can you? I can't help it if I go alone. You're dangerous."

"And rude!

Ayle looked at the shadows of the building that were blind spots, glancing at her as she criticized her like a proper puppy.

"Or do you listen to people hiding there? I've been wondering why you're following me."

"Were you followed!?

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you just say so!

"Trouble..."

Almost at the same time that Ayle lowers the rampant Tris, the person emerges from the shadow of the building.

The short-haired boy with burnt brown hair looked at the two and waved when he laughed with pranky eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm just interested..."

"You're the killer!?

"Chi, no!

When Ayle takes a small sigh of sigh to the two people who start making noise on the side of the road at dusk, which no one passes by, he magically contacts Pamira. When I told him I wanted him to stay back first because he might be late, Pamira came to apologize for the bitter mix of laughter that he had left Tris in charge.

As far as he's concerned, I don't mind that much. If you start saying it's troublesome, it's troublesome to be here. The girl thing is just the end of the line.

Tris suddenly looked back as Ayle was just watching, not even trying to stop her and the boy from moaning. The spear tip is pointed at Ayle.

"Say something, too!

"Nothing to say... and he's not the killer."

"Why can you say all that?!?

"Because I know people who have killed people. It stinks of death."

To Ayle's words. Instead of half-heartedness, she looked back at him with ten percent suspicion.

"Yep...?

Black hair, black eyes, eyebrows. Open your mouth looking frigid looking at the whole body of a brilliant young man.

"Who are you in the first place? Who dropped by?

"- It's my spirit. I asked for it."

Suddenly to an interrupted voice, Tris and the boy circled their eyes. Only Ayle answers with a single eyebrow raised.

"Is that Master Tinasha here?

"After work. How's it going?

"Nothing so far"

Tris complains when he sees the beautiful woman who has moved on the street. The boy represented the surprise.

"Ah... a moment, Your Majesty?

"Hit it. Please shut up. Because the castle will be angry."

The Queen of Trudar grinned and said so, shrugging her shoulders with childish tricks.

"Is it Till? How old are you now?

"Eleven! I live with my mother."

Till, who was to face the queen unexpectedly, glanced at the excitement.

The queen and the boy, and the three of Tris, sit on barrels and timber placed on the side of the road.

Ayle went out on her own to continue looking around, and Tris had been poisoned by the sudden visit of the queen. I am staring at my lord from the beginning.

In the meantime, the conversation between the queen and the boy continued in aspects unrelated to the death.

"I want to work in a castle in the future. Can you be a magician?

"I can't. There's no magic in Till."

"Can't you be without it!?

"I can't be. Because it's a matter of birth. But there are plenty of people who work in the castle, even if they're not magicians."

"Oh my God! Then no. I'll do my best!"

Tinasha inquires as she smiles at the boy, who holds both hands hot and willing.

"Why do you want to work in a castle?

"Hmmm......"

Till mumbled but began to open her mouth shyly prompted by the queen's dark eyes.

"I was wondering if I could make my mother feel better if I put it on a fine job...... My father died when I was little, and my mother raised me all by herself. So..."

Tinasha glances lightly at the cloudy til at the end of the story. Reaching for the boy's head, he gently stroked his hair.

"Till is great"

"Oh, no, that's not true"

"I think your feelings will please your mother more than anything else. It doesn't matter what kind of work it is."

The Queen's words had a temperature to stain loosely. Till borrows its meaning with a mysterious face.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy's side.

"Starting next year, we will need more personnel to work in the castle than we do now. People who can work for the people move the country. Maybe that's what you'll do in the future."

- She thinks that both the country and the king are institutions to protect the people.

And it is every citizen who lives as hard as Till that will help the country. She was relieved to see one of her young powers.

That's when Ayle transfers back in front of the three of them. He bowed his head gently to Tinasha.

"There were no particular anomalies. I hardly ever saw a human being when I said he didn't smell like death."

"Thank you. Right...... it's already night and please take Tris and join Pamira. I'll send Till home."

Copy that.

Till, reached out to the risen queen, set aside for a moment and waved his hands.

"Queen, I can go home myself!

"No, you can't. It's dangerous now. I'll walk you to your house."

The boy stares seriously at Tinasha's white hands.

Meanwhile, Ayle held Tris up again. She protests with her eyes round.

"I'm not a child! I can go home alone!

"You're a child. How old?"

"Seventeen!

"Kids. Kids. Nine hundred years younger than me."

"It's not natural!

Laughing at the missing exchange between them, the queen takes it for granted.

"Tris, be patient with him. He can count on you. Ayle, hello."

"As you say."

With that reply, the Spirit disappeared with Tris in his arms.

Till whines as the two disappear.

"Is that guy really the spirit?

"That's right. Let's go."

The boy showed the patrol, but eventually took her hand. The two walk out of town where the sun has fallen.

Till asked looking up at the woman's, heterogeneously neat side.

"Queen, is it true that Falsus will marry you?

"It's true. After that, Prince Regis is the king."

"Why are you going to Falsus? Political marriage?"

To the boy's frank inquiry, Tinasha blew it out. But it's a sudden engagement, so maybe it's a natural question. She smiles when she stops laughing.

"No. We're getting married because we like it."

"... because you like it?

"Yeah, because I wanted to be with you."

Tinasha makes a surprise boy snort.

It may be a difficult story to understand. But very much so, normally. As many humans in this country marry like that.

The two turn the corner silently. Ahead I saw Till's house. My mother looks around worried at the door. Tinasha stopped her legs and showed the shadow of the woman.

"Look, your mother will be waiting for you."

"Yeah...... thank you. Be careful, my queen."

"I will return to the castle. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

They let go of their hands there.

When Till bows, he rushes towards his mother.

One shot of fist bone and a look at Till entering the house, Tinasha disappeared from the spot when she laughed all the time.

When he returned to the mayor's mansion and entered the room for the meeting, Tris stuffed up with Pamira.

"Pamira, did you know this man was His Majesty's Spirit!?

"I knew it. By the way, there wasn't anything wrong today. Ask the townspeople tomorrow. 'Cause I don't think it's very likely that the Demons are the killers."

Tris put his hands on the desk after being rushed away. I even feel like I'm being ridiculed.

But when I look at the other humans, they all stare at the Spirit next to Tris in surprise, so perhaps this story means that Pamira was the only one who knew.

Ayle strikes a careless gavel.

"The Demons don't just need blood or anything, so it must be human work. If the townspeople have a killer, you can narrow it down by putting them all through me."

Pamira nods at the Spirit's words.

- The superior demons have the power to sniff and divide murderers.

If you're human, any magician is impossible. You might call it a racial trait.

The superior demons, usually present in a world of different ranks, discern people by smell who have killed them.

It doesn't matter if you kill with magic or with a sword. They say that when you kill a person directly, something stains the killer and his soul degenerates.

Or maybe it's something similar to the fact that the purity and power of a spiritual magician are closely related. Spiritualists who lose their power by becoming connectors to the next generation, and humans who become killers by denying the lives of their fellow human beings, are going through changes that they cannot perceive together.

Tris looked at the spirits next door not to seem funny.

"Don't you know where it's suspicious or something? Like where he was murdered."

"The whole world would be suspicious if I found out about that. There's very little where people have never died."

"I see...?

Pamira was tapping her temples lightly with her fingers, but she raised her face with her sigh.

"Tomorrow, then, Tris will have Ayle and the townspeople hit as hard as they can. Okay?"

"Why even me!

"Okay."

Pamira laughed bitterly at the exact opposite of the immediate answer, breaking up the meeting.

The humans leaving the room prepare for tomorrow with their own tension and their own will.

Trudar is both an anti-curse and a deterrent to the country itself being born within the continent. Such outrages in the country must be brought to justice as soon as possible.

As Pamira closed her anger-stained eyes, she raised the edge of her lips and smiled.