Unnamed Memory

Morning light presses the lid. The window was opened or the wind tickled my long dark hair.

The soft white light is nothing but painful for her, however. Reflectively he twists himself and presses his face against the pillow. As it was, I tried to let go of consciousness again, but I was gently slapped in the back of the head.

"Tinasha, get up"

The man's words, I heard them, but I don't know what they mean.

She waved her callousness, buried in her pillow, like she did no good. A man's voice comes down ruthlessly.

"Wake up. Wake up. You're waking up too bad."

The man grabbed her forcefully thin arm and caused her. Supporting her shoulders and hips, she tries to make her sit on the sleeping table, but she stays stuck.

The man looked at her body as if it had collapsed. Take a sigh and hold up your luxurious body.

"I'm gonna throw you in the bath like this."

"Ugh..."

Dark eyes open up loudly. The man didn't miss it and peeked in.

"Don't go to sleep, okay? Close your eyes and I'll close your temples."

"Yeah...... good morning Oscar"

"Don't let them burn you every day to look after you."

Tough tone. But there's a deep love there. The girl smiled blurred. When I get down to the floor about time with my hands on the man's shoulder, I take the time to manage to stretch.

Looking out the window, the sunny weather was spreading.

"It's a beautiful day."

"Shall I take him somewhere to play? We'll be right there with Nark."

Tinasha glanced. Full of expectations on my little chest.

But she laughed bitterly as soon as she hid it.

"It would be hard if you were gone. But thanks."

"You're a child, so breathe out once in a while"

The man strokes the girl's dark hair. She narrowed her eyes like a cat and smiled.

The room was already bright when I opened my eyes. Tinasha removes the arm that was covering her face.

I thought I woke up. I wonder why I'm in bed again. She pulled a body that didn't move well and woke up her torso. It takes a gentle man's voice.

"Are you awake?

When she saw the one who spoke, a man stood with his back to the bedroom and his jacket on. On a familiar broad back, she returns a fallen asleep voice.

"Yeah, good morning. I'll make rice now..."

"What?"

The man looked back with a barbaric voice.

Tinasha tilts her neck and stares at the man with the strange face.

"What's wrong? Oscar."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?"

Tinasha shook her sleepy head. Look around, but that's not her room.

Then I looked down at my body, but it wasn't the body of a girl who was too thin either. Almost adult, soft limbs are there.

Tinasha looked up again and saw the man stopping the sleeve of his clothes. Suddenly my memory returns.

"That... you know, I think I was in love. Excuse me."

"Get up properly. You're not sleeping well."

Tinasha blushed and slapped herself on the cheek. I was confusing my childhood dreams with reality. That room I once lived in, it doesn't exist anymore. It was King Falsus's bedroom where she is now.

Seeing it, it remains the clothes from last night's visit.

"Me, did you fall asleep?

"I slept through it. How much are you going to go to bed for not sleeping well?"

"Ugh... sorry..."

Tinasha drops to the floor when she stops at the edge of the bedroom. I glanced at the clock and paled.

"Chi, maybe late"

"You got something?

"There's a meeting..."

"I woke you up."

I didn't wake up at all, but Oscar saw the woman with a bad smile from a person, who completely finished his discipline. Tinasha shrugs her neck like an angry child.

I don't sleep well even when I'm in Trudar, so I'm always forced to pull my body back and take a bath. The lady officer with her, etc., knows how bad she sleeps, but few others actually know. I guess it's just a matter of rushing home and doing some support.

"I'm leaving, I'm sorry."

"Mmm."

To Tinasha lowering his head, the man waved gently. She can disappear from the room as she smiles softly. Oscar smiled bitterly at his fiancée, who was abruptly gone.

Was it a little distracting? At least she just laughed. She always looked the same.

View the clock. He usually leaves sooner himself, but it was about an hour later because he was sleeping with her today.

Nevertheless - and Oscar remembers her words when she fell asleep.

"What kind of food do you cook? That's scary."

Laughing and so alone, he left the room to do his job himself.

The stone room was so huge that it was about to come in with one large mansion. The walls and ceilings remain dug out rock skin and calm and cool inside.

But it's not just the coolness, there's an unusual cold air around. The source of the cold air was a large hole in the center.

The man stands on the edge of it and peeks into the hole.

The bottom is endlessly deep and I can't see ahead. I feel like if I stare, I can see something hanging in the dark. There were signs of malice in it.

"It's time, okay? Valt, I can't wait any longer. If we leave any more, we won't be eating either."

A voice can be heard on a man's back from behind. One of more than a dozen people standing far from the hole, the magnificent man, when he spread his hands, complained to the young man standing on the edge of the hole.

Called Valt. He shrugs his shoulders with a peek into the hole.

"Right. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Together, who had refrained from the words of mild affirmation, he shrugged. Valt grinned bitterly at the belligerent air spreading like a wave. Gently raise your right hand as you return from the edge of the hole.

"I'll do it until you show up outside. There's no one else who can do it. You should like it later. I'm not gonna take care of the controls."

"I don't mind. We'll figure it out here."

Valt mocked the confident man with his heart.

We're blinded by the power, and we can't even tell if we can handle it properly. But they will soon find out. What does it mean to have past power?

I'm just not willing to be so kind to advise you. Valt's desire lies more elsewhere.

On top of the surrounding preparations that had been handed down, one conversion was about to begin.

Tinasha, just in time for the meeting, was taking lunch after the meeting with Regis.

Nature and the topic will be about yesterday's incident.

"A magic summons with blood is an abomination."

Tinasha smiles sadly at Regis' words, which are both unusual and frustrating.

"It was a pretty rough shredded and inadequate configuration, though. It was arranged to be completed with seven people's blood, but I didn't think that was all that worked. Maybe you could have killed him, even if it wasn't me."

Tinasha speaks confidently of her own analysis.

Perhaps a magician like Renate or Pamira would have won by joining forces with about five people, and Regis would have definitely won even if he had fewer people.

Conversely, seven people were killed because of their strength.

If you are truly knowledgeable and powerful, and if the catalyst itself is powerful, it is possible to summon even magic with only one flesh. Not that she wanted it herself, but the woman, who gained immense magic by the curse, recalls it bitterly.

Regis groaned in a sigh.

"Can't we still completely curb the use of the curse?"

"The reality hasn't been revealed, because I guess there is. Impressions first. As a matter of fact, as far as I can tell, the operator will almost die soon, and there is no example of an end successfully achieved by the curse."

In Trudar's records, most of the curses used have destroyed the operator and either rampaged or smashed in unintentional ways. - But there's actually not enough people who know that fact. It's just that the curse is dangerous, but they think it's very powerful.

But publicizing the facts with a view to deterrence will reveal to people not least what curse has existed in the past. There is a danger that cannot be ignored, and no matter how loudly you speak of the pointlessness of the curse, people who dye their hands in contraindication end up dyeing it.

- Then the power to crush it becomes more useful.

Since Tinasha began to contemplate the dissolution of the Spirit's covenant, at the same time she has worked out the idea of a magical battle against the curse, aimed at the magicians of Turdar. And that's before and after the reign, it's actually starting to move by selecting the right people and giving them guidance that's specific to the fight.

Tinasha smiled as Regis asked about it.

"You're doing well. It's good to swallow all the good people."

"Really...... Actually, the question is, are they going to be able to counter the curse?

"You can do it. Because it's not just a magic fight and pure firepower that determines it. I don't know how to use your powers one way or another...... I mean it can make more sense to work out what measures to put your opponent down there. It's no different from normal warfare around here, or rather, more effective preparation around. This is especially true when you pull the configuration in advance."

You can relate to a full curse if you work out your powers with multiple operators and use them where you should hold them down. She said it was the word Oscar said during the Battle of Druza that there would be nothing to confront from the front, but she also agreed about it.

And I'm teaching the technology and knowledge for it now. If you become an elite group where the communication of will can be implicitly taken, you will be able to move the configuration more flexibly than one powerful operator will fight.

"Using a massive curse ban is mostly a group of opponents, and you rely on a curse ban. I don't think it's hard to control."

Regis nodded at the queen's words with less confidence.

But fu, as he remembered something, turns the subject.

"What if the witch is the other guy?

To a casual and heavy question, Tinasha turned her confusion to the face. I laugh just at my lips with my beautiful eyebrows bent.

"I don't know... I think it's pretty tough. Because you have different combat experience. Prepare for the perimeter… you should still avoid direct confrontation and do something about it"

Did Regis anticipate the answer, or was it lightly breathtaking?

- A witch is still stronger than a massive curse.

She knows better than anyone, the queen of witchkillers, the mighty magic and experience, and the fear of dealing with willing humans. That's why only four women became known as "witches".

Tinasha lays down her long lashes and puts her mouth on the tea. Towards that well-made doll-like appearance, Regis uttered something completely different.

"By the way, were you staying somewhere last night?

She froze. The cup drops zero from my hand.

Regis barely transferred the cup, which fell on the woman's lap. When I wipe the tea with my hand, which has become a little worn out, I return it to the table.

Tinasha turned bright red and raised her face.

"Shh, excuse me"

"No. Didn't you get burned?

"I'm fine..."

She asks back awkwardly as she puts her hands on her reddish cheeks.

"Did you know I wasn't there?

"Because I've come too rarely. I'm just saying."

That's what Regis said, unexpectedly clinging to the split of a soft appearance. Turns out she was teased. Tinasha bends her lips like a child.

I got upset and had an extra reaction. Maybe I should be honest with you about this.

"I was going to Falsus... I think I fell asleep tired... It was just too much when I woke up. I'll be careful next time."

In retrospect, there is no shame in it.

I was depressed last night, and I was sleepy and unconscious this morning, but seeing my fiancée's man in the first place is kind of illuminating and unsettling in itself. I would like to say that I fell asleep on top of it, etc., which was quite absent. If the other person was a more accommodating person, he wanted to manipulate his memory.

But in contrast to the blushing Tinasha, Regis looks worried.

"Are you getting a proper rest? Don't push me."

"It's okay to fall asleep naturally when you're at your limit."

If we concentrate, we can stay awake for a couple of days, but the recoil is huge.

She needs more sleep than people because she originally has magic that no small body can match. At least I want to do something about the poor sleep, but I can't do anything about it.

Tinasha took the cup again and sighed small toward the surface where the red tea swayed.

Rarely had the curtains been closed in the room where the girl was.

Returning Valt looks around unexpectedly.

She sat with her knees in her chair. The skin illuminated by the afternoon daylight is floating like snow. Pale green eyes captured him.

"Welcome back. Tired?

"Fine. I let you show up alone. What's more important than that? I can't believe I'm taking the sun."

"Because I'm going to have to go outside soon... I'm used to it"

"Oh, I see"

Valt let down his face at the disciplined girl's health. I feel kind of tired and healed. But on the surface, I made sure I had to ask.

"Are you ready for the configuration?

"I've already done it. It took me quite a while, but I'm fine."

I'll take care of it.

The girl has a pretty good composition. You won't have to worry about that.

Rather worrying is the other side's placement of forces. Concerns become natural and verbal.

"You're most worried about how the Spirit will be placed. I knew it, but the twelve are hard."

"I think first of all I'm fine because I have more magic than I can delude... you be careful"

"Yeah. I need them to work hard for that."

Valt looks out the window with a small extension. I could see unusual magic drifting outside even over the vitreous. Perhaps the country will change overnight.

But this is also just a small beginning.

The man has a self-derisive smile.

"I'm going to sleep until tomorrow for a bit. We need to restore our magic."

"Okay. Good night."

The girl waved small. An unusual smile but somewhere poisonous.

Everything is tomorrow.

From there, their stories will finally be performed.

Around noon, the sun illuminates the ground in abundance.

The fort, located at the northernmost part of Falsus, was slightly cooler than the castle capital to the south, but the sun was still tight.

One of the earliest notices of "it" was the magician who was on the walls of Fort Inulade. The building part of the fort was mostly rebuilt, and the craftsmen were making internal details. In it, the magician was working on both the watch and the defensive marking of the walls, but he raised his face to an unusual stream of magic. Something caught on to a sensing junction a few miles away from the fort.

I feel black on the horizon when I stare.

I don't know what it is in the long run. That was enough to make me feel abnormal though. He rushes out of the walls to the General.

The rushed report reached the king, who was in the castle capital five minutes later. Oscar jumps up his eyebrows when he hears the story.

"Has César finally moved"

I feel like it was fast, and I don't think it was.

But after listening to Tinasha, my heart was always ready. When he promptly commands his subordinates, he leaves the room to appear in formation himself.

An hour later, a formed army had used the transfer formation to arrive in Inulade.

"What's it like?

To the king's inquiry, General Dirk is in awe.

"Because the majority of the enemies are on foot, the march is slow and it seems to take another half an hour to get here. The number is 40,000. But, um..."

"What's up?"

"The magician says you can feel unusual magic."

My subordinates around me are breathtaking. That reminds me of Druza's curse.

Oscar laughed bitterly feeling their nervousness.

"Don't pull something crazy out because you always think this guy can't win from the front either..."

In one of Druza's cases, a treaty banning the use of curses in war has just been signed, but I wonder what it fulfilled and brought up. Oscar twisted his neck, saying that there was no way there really was an evil god.

"This is a bet."

It hurts not knowing their trump card.

But the point is, you just have to destroy it before they use something weird.

Oscar smiled sarcastically when he gave some instructions for it.

A brand new Inulade fort gradually grows in sight. General Tarvo, who leads the advance of the César army, laughed and saw it. Because I think about Druza, who relied on the curse to defeat him first.

You deserve to lose that way. What are you going to do when the curse breaks down a fort or an army? It would have been more or less impossible to succumb to the vast phalsus of the national territory with less ammunition. - But Cesar's not. I don't blame such stupidity.

I have spent many years building an army for this time. And even more so, there's "that." You shouldn't see a single element to lose.

Only one thing, if there is an element of uncertainty, is that it is the Queen of Trudar, the fiancé of King Falsus. If she leads the country and intervenes, it could be a bit of a hassle. I wanted to settle some things before that happened.

I still don't see anything unusual going on in the fort.

Tarvo looked around at the surrounding infantry from the horse. Open your mouth to make the march faster.

But sooner than he uttered the word, suddenly the fog began to burst into his surroundings. On a plain of sunny weather, the fog boils enough to cover your sight.

Talvo hastily checked the back, but the soldiers continue to walk unresponsively. I'm relieved to know that so far it hasn't changed, but at the same time I got anxious.

- Can we keep going in the fog where we're not even going to know where we're going?

I don't think it's a naturally occurring fog. Perhaps magic is involved, but I didn't know you were familiar with Talvo, who is not a magician.

He looks back to the main unit for judgment. But there's also a fog in the back. I don't see it.

When they marched as they were long as they were lost, they finally went through the fog. With a sight as clear as a lie, the fort looks slightly closer than earlier. Turns out the path wasn't so wrong for now, Tarvo stroked his chest down. Regrip the reins.

- But then something flew in with the sound of cutting the wind. He makes his body stretch to vigilance.

Tarvo, however, fell off the horse without taking advantage of its vigilance. An arrow is pierced deep enough to penetrate from the right ear to the left ear of the head that was not wearing a helmet. A soldier walking right behind him hit his horse as it was.

It was at the next moment that 50,000 Pharsus troops were attacked on the right side of the Cesar army, which could not be stopped immediately after losing the commander who was in the lead.

"Actually, this technique is quite powerful..."

Carve, who was staying in the fort to build his magic, whines far-sightedly at the two armies that collided. Sylvia, who was next door, nodded silently.

The magic of fogging the flat is one of the powerful spiritual magic.

Tinasha reassembled it so that it could be used by about ten magicians and told Falsus. Kum asked about this technique used by Tinasha at the time of Yalda's nepheli entanglement. "It's a secret for Turdar," she said, but she taught the people close to her how to construct and build it that it might help in some way. He was now exercising the technique in Carve and Sylvia, as well as several other magicians.

While the fog is being generated from the fort, the Pharsus main army transfers to the side of the César army in several parts. And at the same time, he started an attack from the blind spot.

Carve was cut into Falsus, and he saw the deflected army of César,

"I hope nothing..."

and groaned small.

The Pharsus cavalry, cut into the midst of only the César army, which consisted of only infantry, began, leaning his neck against its untouchability. The enemy can cut off as if his movements are cursory and even the grass can be mowed.

But they soon realized the anomaly.

Surely an enemy who should have inflicted a mortal wound will wave his sword like nothing happened. Slowly, but surely, a protruding sword devours the belly of the horse. The soldier, thrown out of the back of his fallen beloved horse with his nagging up, exclaimed when he saw the face of the César soldiers surrounding him.

Cloudy white eyes and rotting cheeks. The black face was undoubtedly of the dead.

"Sire!"

"I know."

Oscar, who was on the front line himself, returned with a bitter face to Doan's voice, which was right behind him.

Was it this that I could feel unusual magic? There is also a mix of ordinary humans inside, but most of them that make up the César army were moving corpses.

He recalls Tinasha's investigation report. She did say, "He who was taken to the castle will not return." Oscar tongued at their end of the road, which was revealed even though he didn't want to know.

If you look at it, the Falsas have managed to stop and fight in panic. I can't kill him because he's dead. Still, they don't seem to have the ability to recover, and would you be fortunate to say that if you amputate your limbs, you're just creeping around on the ground?

"Spindle the magic... not the pattern, please"

That's what Oscar told them to say. He starts burning bodies with magicians who refrain behind them while keeping the line by the cavalry unbroken. Apparently the body is moving with some kind of magic, and if you burn it with magic, it won't move any more. The same was true if it was cut in Acacia.

Naak, who has grown apart from his husband's shoulder, is throwing flames in only the corpse.

Oscar sighed when he saw the bodies extinguishing and extinguishing charcoal without having to be left on fire.

Not yet. But Oscar wasn't sure he could push out 40,000 troops this way. Unlike Trudar and others, Falsus does not have so many magicians. Many remain in forts and castles, and fewer than thirty have joined the army.

Oscar sighed heavily as he frowned. Speak up to the magician chanting behind his back as he trumps up the body.

"Doan, hit me with some magic."

"Ha!?

Speaking of excess, to the excess order, Doan rounded his eyes.

But the king cares not for it, and hastens it with his face.

"Hurry up. That way Tinasha realizes. I can't change my belly on my back."

His body is bound against magic. If a magical attack could be made, it would be as close to her knowledge as it was at the time of the ruins.

Doan swallows the king's intentions and nods, forming a simple composition.

But before it took shape, an unpleasant voice came down from the air.

"Stop calling me that..."

The voice of a woman who often passes.

When the two men tried to look up to their Lord, a whimpering roar shook through the area.

White light fills the front line.

The soldiers closed their eyes unexpectedly in a sudden flash of light. And when they open terribly, they freeze stunned. All the thousands or so of dead soldiers who were supposed to be on the front lines of the Falsus army were defeated and lay down in magic for manipulation. The Falsas army breathes in the void where the body was laid. The rest of César's army, suddenly realizing an empty void in the battlefield, slowly moved to fill it.

Oscar laughs bitterly and speaks to the overhead woman.

"You're flashy to do."

"Because I wanted some time to talk to you"

Lowering her altitude, she wore magic clothes that were not for liturgical purposes. The black magic outfit perfectly along the curve of the body contains a magical print. The emphasis was on ease of movement, with white feet peering through the deep cuts that went into both sides.

It is equipped with multiple magic fixtures all over thin limbs. With a magical thing and a dagger around her waist, she's clearly a combat figure. Young men and women refrain on both sides. They look familiar. They were spirits served by queens.

For the first time, Oscar turns a blind eye to her fight.

"Wow."

Tinasha closed her eyes and smiled at the man's words.

And the next time that eye shot him out, there was undoubtedly majesty as queen in the dark abyss.

"It is Queen Trudar, Tinasha as Mayer ul Aetherna Trudar. We have detected the existence of this war, this forbidden technique. Therefore, starting at this time, Turdar will intervene. Please note that we do not have any interest in either country in eliminating the" non-existent "

Oscar grins invincibly at the glorious proclamation. Only the words answered in earnest.

"I understand. Do it quickly, thank you."

Tinasha breaks up with him in his reply and shrugs his little shoulder.

"You're leaving four spirits behind. And they're growing up right now, so use them."

That's what she said. She showed the rear left side of the Falsas army. A short distance away, about twenty magicians can be seen standing pulling horses. They bowed their heads in the sight of King Falsus.

Oscar nods back and invites a woman in the air. She stopped by accordingly. Holding her luxurious body over her lap makes her look a little troubled.

"Do you have something to do?

"I'm going to slap the corpse in the face."

"Are you an evil god?

"Yes."

Oscar glanced at the light lying answer.

"Is there really something like that?

"It's not God, but it sounds like there's something about magic and soul solidification. I'm the one who's about to break a bone... so maybe I'm the best fit."

"Wait a minute and I'll help you."

"I'm fine."

Oscar became anxious when she smiled strangely. Grab a strong white arm.

"I guess I can win it right"

"Regardless."

Immediately he peeks into the dark eye.

In the midst of a deep night, I saw my face. Confidence does exist in a luxurious body.

The woman, combining mighty magic and will, those two, looked up at the man with a naive face.

I see an enemy approaching over her head. I don't have much more time to talk.

Oscar embraced her body as she tried to feel it and float, with her right arm holding Acacia. Capture the white jaw with your left hand.

"Be sure to come home."

I'll be waiting for you back at the fort.

A slight smile.

Every time I see that look, I get attracted to it. I can say without hesitation that I love you.

Oscar mouthed her red little lips as she turned to her face in silence.

Enough to deprive me of my spirit. But that's about the moment.

When I let her face go, she was dyeing the white look bright red. Turn sideways with one hand covering your face.

"What are you doing..."

"Mmm. Good luck with that."

Tinasha rises in the sky when she releases her arms. I called out to the two spirits as they remained on their red cheeks.

Sen. Lilia, please.

"Accepted"

"Yes, sir."

"Kunai and Saiha too"

The newly called Spirit did not appear on the spot. But from Tinasha's laughter, I can tell that only my husband heard that reply.

She glanced behind her back and stared at the man again. Clear eyes like water leave a deep impression on Oscar.

"Good luck, then."

"You, too."

Tinasha turns her heels back in the air. The queen disappeared from the spot at the same time that her little back was pointed at the man.

The man smiled bitterly for a moment, but when he returned to his true face, he regained his grip on Acacia. The army of corpses was approaching right next door.

The king looks around under his left and right subjects.

When the magicians of Turdar rode, they joined the army.

The two spirits scatter in a place of thought.

I checked them, and Oscar said he'd correct his posture, exhaling sharply.

"Go."

and urged the resumption of the war with a cool voice.