Unnamed Memory

Time for the moon to dye the earth in blue and white, the weight of night brings sleep and silence to people.

Yua was laughing softly in the dark alley of the town where the silence pervaded her.

I can see the mighty magic passing through every corner of my body. To the pleasure of the soul striking and trembling, the girl rose into the universe as she twisted herself.

"It's fun...... more than I imagined"

Reach out to the universe. Strength elaborates there. I could say with a real sense that there was nothing I could not do.

- Shall we play in this town first?

The mundane thoughts seem very appealing. A spear of air struck her from somewhere, though, as Yua tried to raise altitude to move it into action.

Yua focuses and plays it magic.

Looking down the alley, one woman stood there at some point. The woman is kneeling beside the falling boy and taking that pulse.

"No use, he's dead."

To a mocking voice, the woman shook her body. Stand up with long dark hair bouncing off.

Those eyes, looking straight up at Youre, were brilliant and abominable in their intent to kill. A clear voice that often passes sounds from a woman's mouth.

"Should I ask why for once?

"Reason? Right... I just wanted power. Doesn't that sound like fun? I've always wanted to be a witch."

Answering him, Yua turned back. to the figure of a woman over twenty, her original age.

The short brown hair stretches long. Youre stretched out in the air.

"You won't be cramped to look like a child. It can only change for a few hours a day at most. But I'm glad I blessed you with a good friend."

"Friend? Is that a bedtime?

"I mean it. They came together as my strength. That's all right."

The way I laughed at him was innocent as a child. An eye that shines with cruelty as a ornament would have been no different than an ignorant girl without even her own consciousness.

The woman on the ground lifted the bodies of the two boys in turn and put them on a crate that was in the corner of the alley. When you transfer the white cloth on hand, apply it over the cold body even at a young age.

Yua looked ridiculously at the state of it.

"There's no point in carcasses anymore. I have no soul."

"Right. But it means something to my family."

The woman breathed deeply. The night sky and the woman drifting there into sight.

A rare beauty gave rise to a chilling grin that evoked warfare. A sword appears on his right hand.

"Then I'll deal with you...... Let your future be all regrettable."

With the proclamation, the queen floats slowly.

Seeing a tremendous amount of magic condense in his left hand, Youre licked his lips at the tension.

Huge magic can play in the night sky.

Feeling the aftermath, Tris looked up unexpectedly.

Complex configurations disappear when depicted in an instant. The sound free offense was harsher than I've ever seen, though.

Pamira looks at the boy's body with a sinking face as she turns the white cloth. I looked up to gloat the spirits next to me.

"I knew...... I couldn't?

"I can't. Because he's dead."

"Oh, my God..."

Despite coming here to capture the killer, both of them, and they killed the child. I had a conversation earlier and I couldn't help you.

Repentance precipitates into the depths of Pamira's heart like mercury. The wretched thoughts came with anger, letting her eyes nail over the sky.

There, the queen is fighting with her sword wrapping her composition around her.

"Don't you have to cover me?

"It's not necessary for that level of opponent. It's different."

The Spirit was right to point it out.

Yua's body is anchored in the air by Tinasha's unleashed chains of magic.

On a limb that could not move at all, Yua stared at the woman, the enemy, with eyes that seemed incredible. The queen says spicy with a luscious smile.

"Witches aren't like this, are they? Glad you didn't have to be ashamed."

"Ma, wait... you..."

"I also have trouble in the day when such a confused witch appears from Trudar"

"You... are that queen?

Tinasha does not answer. I just lowered my voice and laughed.

She points her skinny sword straight at Yua. The configuration was arranged to entangle and remove the blade.

"There are small things that can only deceive and kill children... you have no right to ask anything. It's ear damage."

The blade of the sword splashes with a clear sound.

The sword, which became countless fragments, was brilliant as it reflected the light of the moon. Every one of them entails magic and drifts in the universe.

Tinasha raised both ends of her lips. Words with power are spun from among the red and soft flesh.

"Sip."

Fragments pour down on Yua's body like meteor rain. They burst into her whole body eating white skin and sprinkling blood.

Yua opens her mouth to the form of a scream in such severe pain that it is pierced by thousands of needles. But I don't even have a voice from my throat, which is already full of holes. The only breath I could breathe was zero.

She couldn't even faint for a few minutes until she died slowly.

Tinasha stared cold to the end as the woman's body slowly lost its power trying to escape like crazy, and eventually ran out like a broken doll.

The end of the case is unpleasant.

The tattoos painted on the house at night were destroyed by Ayle. Back on earth Tinasha smiles bitterly at the care of the Spirit. The solution that was brought about quickly, however, became something that came with the tragedy.

Tinasha accompanied the body of the two children as support from the castle ran to post-processing. Seneto's parents, who show up, rage and scold the investigation team, and they take it with their heads hanging.

But what made Tinasha more annoying was Till's mother's reaction.

Coming with a pale complexion, she didn't cry, she didn't scream, she just grinned, even smiled and held her son's body.

"Till... Till..."

Putting her own cheek against the cold cheek, the woman takes care of herself and holds her little body into her arms. A fine voice shook the night air.

"I really didn't always listen... I had no choice... he said we'd go to the castle capital together next time..."

To a serene voice, no one can say anything.

Tinasha held the temple by her hand. If I hadn't, I would have cried.

The mother, who lost only one son, weeps without tears.

"He's a sweet kid... I can't believe he went first like this..."

The earliest immobile little body. A soul that has been wrongfully mourned, a smile, its existence.

Tinasha chewed her lips and bowed her head to what spilled between her fingers.

"I am truly sorry for my lack of strength regarding your son."

To the queen's apology, Seneto's parents lose their place of anger and breathe. My subordinates stared at my lord in difficulty in responding.

Till's mother calls out to her lowered little head.

"It's not your fault...... Thank you for caring for this child."

Till's smile revives behind Tinasha's brain.

A boy with a chest outstretched wanting to make his mother happy. That hope and future have been lost forever. Only one parent and one child thought of each other at the earliest.

Lennart urged Tinasha, who would never lift her head.

"Your Majesty, there's some post-processing, so it's time..."

"... Yes"

She feels a strong remnant of her heart, but thanks again deeply and turns back on her heels. That's how I nearly left the scene, when I heard Till's mother whine on her back.

"When the time returns... I'll take your place..."

The queen shudders her body small.

A suspicious Lennart peered into her face. Dark eyes are so open that there is no more. The red lips fought slightly.

"Sire?"

Nor does she answer Lennart's queries.

Suspiciously, Tinasha looked back at him with only her eyes as he tried to speak up again.

Renato peels in his eyes.

Determination or fear, uncertain, but strong emotions were there. The queen whispers in an exhaling voice.

"... can I ask you for a moment later? I'm going back to the castle."

Renate wondered at the unusual atmosphere of her, but bowed her head as she pushed her momentary patrol away.

"Okay. Take care."

"Nice to meet you"

The queen disappears all the time.

Renate took a deep sigh of sight of the town at night surrounded by rushing air and the bereaved family behind him once.

Returning to the castle, Tinasha stood in front of the treasure trove in a foothold resembling a mellow. Retain a soldier on a suspicious lookout and go down the stairs alone.

Every step down the stone steps illuminated by magical lights, something painful was on her mind.

But the staircase is finally over.

For the first time in four hundred years, she set foot in the treasure trove of the castle, advancing behind it as possessed. Standing in front of the shelf behind it again, he touches the wall next to it.

From the tip where the white finger touched, the configuration floated up on the wall. The complex sealing configuration was applied by her four hundred years ago. Tinasha glances at it and begins chanting in a flat voice. Complex configurations began to be solved depending on the forces being poured.

A sinking, but emotion-pushing voice. Eventually, with the end of a long chant, the center of the wall is worn small.

- - There was a box of white stones there.

Tinasha reaches out.

When I gently opened the lid of the box in my left hand, it contained a tattooed carved little blue sphere inside.

My heart bounces.

My hands trembled slightly.

Tinasha stares at the ball.

This is the ball that changed her fate. It's not just that. It's changed the fate of another man and more too.

Tinasha thought she would never see it again. I need to come the day I take this.

But now, the ball is on her hands.

I get dizzy at the confusion of complexity.

We should not change the past. It is against the laws of nature.

But I am here now, helped by that power.

The boy's smile revives his mother's despair.

Her desire to help her son, no matter what he pushes, in exchange for his own life. - Tinasha couldn't really deny it.

I wonder if he would be angry if he found out.

But when I think about it, I don't get an answer. I felt severely reprimanded, and I felt forgiven as if I was frightened.

Tinasha thinks of "him" who has changed history over four hundred years.

How determined were you to exchange it for me? Did you take her hand?

My eyelids get hot when I think about what "he" gave me, what I lost. She indulged in the emotions that aroused her.

- It's only a few hours compared to 400 years.

Hypocrisy, I know, is selfish self-satisfaction. There were so many times she killed people herself, and they would have had a family. It's you who smells more like a killer than anyone else. I know very well.

Tinasha closed her eyes tightly.

Fear and error run through the spirit.

That seemed like only a few seconds, even hours.

But she stays lost and slowly stretches her white fingers.

No fear, no war, no hesitation, no hope, nothing to throw away.

All of them belong to me.

I can hold it. Stand on it.

- I'm fine.

Tinasha exhales deeply into the spirit of chaos and storm blowing.

And I finally took that sphere in my hand, thinking of the man she was just one of.

The moon is illuminating the lightless interior white.

Oscar raised his face after he had finished dressing, realizing that the light fluttered.

Soon there will be clouds in the sky. Admitting that the edges of the thin clouds were gleaming, he returned his gaze to the room.

The large king's chamber is filled with silence.

Oscar sat on his sleeping table with a small extension, at which time he grinned bitterly at the sound of tapping on the window vitreous. Speak up and you will hear the reply as expected.

The woman, who came in without making a sound, smiled as she tilted her neck slightly.

"Evening."

"What's up? At this hour."

"I wanted to see your face a little..."

The beautiful fiancée walks up to him, step by step to make sure. Looking up at her face standing in front of her, Oscar frowned.

"Anything wrong?

"No, nothing"

"Nothing's your face."

He pulled Tinasha's white hand. Embrace your luxurious body and put it on your lap.

She seemed a little surprised, but all she did was lay down her long eyelashes and laughed bitterly. Open your mouth after a little silence.

"Oscar...... what happened to that sphere?

He immediately understood what it referred to. I'll tell you succinctly.

"I found it when I organized the treasure trove. I keep it deep so that I don't touch it. I checked with my father, but he said he wouldn't mind sealing it."

"Really..."

"So, what happened?

Tinasha laughs a little. but I didn't try to answer.

To the stubborn woman's attitude, Oscar pulls hard as he wraps his lustrous dark hair around his one-room finger.

"You're really secretive. I'm gonna be your husband, aren't I? Don't hesitate to talk to me."

Tinasha's eyes when she heard it had a nostalgic taste of color.

She flaunts her face, but immediately presses her eyes. A deep sigh followed it.

I guess I'm about to swallow tears. Leaning his little head against the man's chest, Tinasha closes her eyes.

And she was supported by Oscar's arms and began to talk to Pompous.

As her story ended, Oscar obviously looked at his own fiancée with a frightened face.

"You told me all that and I used it..."

"... excuse me"

"I know how you feel, but if you're doing that, you have no idea. You won't be able to move forward for long."

Tinasha drips.

I guess you know what he says from the beginning. Oscar sighed small when he saw her seep through regret and will that wasn't all.

"Well... I don't think that's a bad place for you either"

- This luxurious woman is weak and strong.

When I look at her, my weakness and strength just have different perspectives, and I wonder if the essence doesn't make much difference.

Born to be, I guess, a person who wants to take care of people's thoughts. It's just that she's in a position of queen, and she needs a lot of chill. She keeps confronting the inconsistencies in herself, just as a human being in battle, to varying degrees and for once, is troubled.

Oscar smiles bitterly as he looks down at his lover's, worried dark face.

If she was born into a peaceful family and grew up without flying magic, she might have lived a happy life as a good wife.

But when she was ready, she had no choice, and she chose to fight herself.

The man mouths her white cheeks when he hears her hair. A little Zhu gave it to his cheek.

"So? Did they help you?

Tinasha turned a chopping eye to a tone she had no doubt would fail or anything else. Drop small shoulders in sight.

"It didn't activate. I couldn't go back in time."

"Didn't it activate?

Oscar frowned brilliantly. A woman on her knees looks up at him and nods.

"Was it broken?

"No... it wasn't like that... maybe there's some sort of activation condition"

That was the end of the story.

Tinasha closes her eyes.

Oscar softly embraced that body with pity.

I guess what gets her lost is a lot of the burden of the experience that she was helped. She doesn't have the first person to say it to, and she has no choice but to live with herself, either in words of gratitude or otherwise.

He who does not share the past cannot get rid of it. I'm just going to support you as much as I can. I'm deciding not to let go.

No matter how lost she is, so that at the end of the day she can choose her own path.

And if that path is lined up with your own, you might call it happiness.

Oscar, who was holding his supple body, noticed that his body had become heavier.

Heavy doesn't really mean heavy. It's just that I can feel the weight I'm usually magically losing.

Surprisingly, Oscar peeks into Tinasha's overturned face.

Seeing her, she slept with a sad face with a slight frown.

"Oh, you..."

Fatigue strikes me through the shadows. Oscar managed to lay her down on the bunk with a weak body.

Tinasha doesn't even look like she's going to wake up picky, whether she's carefree and tired or if her sleep is deep in nature. Looking at his defenseless limbs, he sighed. I'll stretch my fingers and loosen my eyebrows.

Looking at her, who had become somewhat serene, he groaned pompously.

"You're really the one who can't help it."

In his unwary sleep, Oscar managed to put up with wanting to tuck his cheeks.

He combs his black hair when he lays down too. The feeling of slipping your fingers is really seductive. I want to touch my soft skin, but instead, when I let go of the fingers I was putting through my hair, I'll hang the cloth.

The little sleeping breath sounds regular.

When relieved by that whispering sign of life, Oscar closed his eyes himself.

I hope at least this sleeping area doesn't have sad dreams in it. And peace of mind, whenever it's only natural by her. - I'm going to protect you so that it does, I think.

Oscar holds her little hand.

Relying on that feeling, he goes down in his dreams again.