Unnamed Memory

From the battlefield where the two armies of Pharsus and César collided, they lowered towards César for about thirty minutes with their horses, and "it" was seated in a bush slightly covered by the plains.

Having traced his magic to what he intended, Tinasha looks down at "it" from above with an unpleasant face.

On both sides of her were Cal and Mira the Spirit.

"Something... that's amazing. It's a disgusting form."

"Dear Tinasha, are you not comfortable with that?

"I don't think anyone likes you."

"I wonder"

Under their eyes, who converse freely, there are more than a dozen magicians and "similas" who think they are in control.

- That was in the form of a giant black snake.

But you can see that because they're in the sky, and if you look nearby, it's too big, so you probably have no idea what it is. As long as he could wrap a dozen houses in a roll, the snake, as thick as it was for two adult heights, loosely wrapped its eyes around it and closed.

The tail leads to an empty dark hole in the ground.

But a closer look showed that it wasn't actually a hole in the ground, but a snake appeared out of a hole magically emptied in space. Tinasha stares at the end of the hole.

"I wonder where it leads."

"Isn't that conceptual? If there was a root somewhere, it would be connected there."

"Is it the root... sounds like it's made of magic and people's souls. I wonder if you consolidated that with human flesh... and made it appear by definition. There seems to be a middle-armed sorcerer."

"I don't like it."

To the frank spiritual sentiment, Tinasha gives her consent.

It is the great source of magic with which that serpent manipulates the army of corpses, and the evil god itself that emerged. Unlike the Demons, its giant, full of human malice, also to be called the crystal of curse, was definitely eroding the surrounding air.

Tinasha gently rings her fingers when she looks at the two left and right.

"So... do you want to do a little research?"

In response to her husband's life, each of the two spirits transitioned to draw a triangle around Simila.

Tinasha reaches out flat on her right hand.

"Reject sleep and despair, fly through the night. The moon illuminates is the back of the sky, an insurmountable prayer"

"Define it. Show up. Power asks for that line as a force. Leave it in the sky when it disappears."

"My commandment, the line repeats itself endlessly. Hidden words come to shapes."

At the same time as the queen chanted, the two spirits also began chanting.

A huge configuration is assembled over the sky. The configuration, spreading each as a vertex, intertwined with the other two, with elaborate textures. Unparalleled magic, the magicians who had joined control looked up to the sky.

It was at first that the three men, who had also disappeared as reconnaissance, now reigned there as the embodiment of overwhelming power. Look at the configuration stretched out like the eyes of a net, and they shrug.

"Oh, hey! Connect the world..."

"No... I can't make it...!

The words were right. The next moment magic runs into the finished configuration.

The composition emerged as a silver chain and descended towards Simila with a glow.

The silver net covers itself with a giant serpent who slowly brought his head to notice the signs. The force could play at the same time as covering his entire body as it was.

The flash burned the world. The explosion sounds late.

Cesar's magician crouched on the spot with his head.

The hot air winds up the pebbles and hits the whole body. There was an unpleasant sound of flesh splashing.

After a few seconds, he looks up terrified when he senses the area quieter. I saw Simila's black body across the smoke. He stands up to find out what's going on.

But then he shook his body at the strange feeling.

Look at your feet.

I thought it was splashed and the black remnants were tangling his legs.

It slowly climbs up his legs.

"Hih...!

The magician screams in fear. But it didn't have to be.

The remnants of Simila jumped up on recoil and strained to his throat, eating the meat straight up.

"Uh... this is terrible"

Tinasha, who was asking what was going on from above, distorts her face to the tragedy under her eyes.

The snake blew up about half by the current attack. But the remnants instantly return to the main body and regenerate, eating the magicians around them. In just a few seconds, a dozen bodies could be made to surround the snake. In addition, it can be seen that the force is sucked out of the hole where the tail connects.

Tinasha looked back at Simila's, blood red eyes. Tight and red tongues shake to set the prey.

A regular person would have atrophied into too much fear. Well, she was looking at it flat.

In sight, the snake slowly pulls its head.

And for the next moment, he hit Tinasha with sharpness like a strip trick.

The queen deflects the serpent's jaw gate to her left as she unfolds her defensive configuration. But when he realized it, Simila twisted herself in the air. Swirling through the universe like tangling and removing a woman's body.

Tinasha frowned and began to assemble a new configuration while maintaining the defensive configuration. When I get out a moment ago, I kick Simila's body and take it off to its outer circumference. Thus she unleashed an unwinding configuration in the air. The contact configuration causes the intangible pressure to twist and bend the neck of the similar. An intense scream broke out of the air.

Do you feel the pain, avoid the snakes that sneak around, and she metastasizes next to Cal.

No matter how small the fight, the opponent is mighty. I'm not the one you can defeat normally.

The man of the Spirit looked down at his master standing in the air.

"What do you want me to do, lady?

"Right...... Can you stop the supply of power from that hole?

To the Queen's inquiry, Cal saw the original hole where Simila was crawling out and Mira a little further away. Simila is still struggling to escape the pressure placed on her neck.

"You two can't do it. I think five or so could do it."

"Then I beg you"

"What are we going to do with the supply cut off?

To the suspicious Cal, Tinasha smiled. I look so far away.

"Do you remember when I was like this?

The Spirit breathed. I know exactly when that refers to. Four hundred years ago, she came to acquire a mighty magic, about an incident. Cal, the Spirit of the King at the time, was not present on the spot, but was largely guessing at what was happening in the magic stream.

"Lady...... are you going to take that in?

"There are not so many parts made of magic. Divide only the magic content while sublimating soul and flesh. It should destroy itself naturally if it falls below the minimum of the power it maintains to emerge."

"Yeah, but it's dangerous. Take more magic and what if your body breaks down?"

"If I can't, I'll flush it outside."

She smiled to reassure her when she said so.

Cal laughs bitterly with a human trick.

- I have no idea which one is my husband.

Always, she puts herself in the most dangerous place.

Once the Spirit emerges with his life, he is free to discretion, even though he obeys it. But that, on the contrary, means that nothing can be done unless called in.

She doesn't rely on people without darkness. I try to figure it out myself first. Her stubbornness is so itchy at times that Cal knew what it looked like from a young age. Seeing his little husband over time and Mira shrugging her shoulders over there in turn, he laughed without a voice.

"Is that all there is..."

I don't know if there's an upper limit to the force supplied from that hole.

This one is at a disadvantage to keep fighting from the front while I don't know. It seemed most certain to dismantle with the supply cut off. beside him who acknowledges, Tinasha nods.

"Well, please"

When she said so and summoned the three new spirits, she stood in front of those red eyes again to deal with Simila, who had finally escaped the scare.

The collision between the Falsus and César armies was gradually beginning to be pushed by the Falsus while keeping the front line. A magical explosion strikes through César's formation without interruption. Oscar grinned bitterly on the front line as he saw the power. Ask the spirits of the woman floating next door.

"Wow. So this is what happened to the Battle of Tayri 400 years ago?

"Not really. The corpse moves slower and burns more easily. There are not so many magicians in Trudar... and it's hard to deal with so many, especially horseback riders."

"I see."

Lilia flashed her white hand. An electric shock runs and the bodies blow up. She moved the battlefield without having to check it out.

The four spirits left by the Queen support the battle as she moves from the front line earlier. Its power was immense, and there was a different kind of stability among the Falsas army than before.

Oscar gradually pushes up the battlefield as he cuts off a swarm of corpses with an upset chest. - That's when a sharp kill pierced his side.

When you look, there's a bunch of horseback riders in the body. A man at their head was staring at Oscar with burning eyes. The king leans his face and sees a man with armor and a long sword.

The horseman soldiers, who were among the corpses and showed heterogeneous warfare, ran mostly to the front, trying to sew between the infantry when the temper shouted. A leading man is headed straight for Oscar.

Oscar took it in Acacia as he circled his horse's neck against a man who would strike a sword into himself. The man raises his name in a voice that passes low.

"General Cesar is one, my name is Tauma. See it as King Falsus. Let's hope so."

"I don't mind... are you a proper living person?

To the hard question, Tauma laughed bitterly.

"You can find out for yourself!

An intense slaughter strikes. Oscar took it without difficulty. Return the sword and wave the other way.

Around us, horseback soldiers from both armies were entering a fierce white soldier battle. The magicians are going to eliminate the bodies that get into it.

Oscar was heartily surprised by Tauma's sword moves, arguably more than he could imagine. The sword muscle, combined with strength and correctness, would have been worthy of leading an army, even in a decent war. - But that's all.

A meeting that was going on at intervals that could be described as regular. In it, Oscar suddenly sped up the speed of his sword.

Tauma barely prevents the first blow. But I couldn't outdo the second shot. Akersia eats in from her left shoulder, armor joint.

As it was, Oscar cut off the tauma from the horse by force and speed.

Simila's jaw gate fleshly presses towards Tinasha.

She escaped it to the right. Black thorns stretch after her from the snake's body surface. As Tinasha pulled the dagger out of her hips, she cut off the sharp thorns coming towards her. Jump further back.

When Fumi Tinasha looked at her left leg, she had a sharp laceration running down her thigh when she ate it. Blood tells white legs and falls. But she didn't care about it and made a new configuration.

With restraint, Tinasha releases five light spheres. As they landed, there was a dull sound and a splash of black stain. The stain slowly crawls through the air, returning to the snake's body again. As if the attack had not worked at all, Simila again brought her neck toward Tinasha.

In her ear, which flies through the air as she assembles, a communication from the Spirit enters at that time. The queen looked over Simila's body at the hole. Five spirits float in circles over the hole where their tails were sucked in. There were complex configurations organized there.

Tinasha checks the configuration they put together and nods.

"Let's get started…"

In response to the Queen's life, magic is passed through the composition. Tattoos made of red lines emerged above the hole so as to sever the tail of the simila. The circle ring that hits the outer circumference begins to rotate slowly.

Simila looked back at the anomaly that struck her body. Brilliant as a red eye burns out five spirits.

But before the malice could lead to an attack, a chilling woman's voice was called out to Simila.

"Look at me......?

She reaches out with a graceful trick. Simila moved her neck to explore her prey, placing the woman in sight.

The queen laughs vividly. I spinned a voice similar to the song.

"The first and last despair you meet is me. - Come on, let's dance"

Murder and mercy intersect.

Tinasha put together a huge configuration in an instant as she spread her white, thin arms. Avoid the impending similarity to chew off the soft body and release the configuration. The composition of the silver thread touched the body staring black.

Occasionally black smoke rises from the snake's body and starts to smell unpleasant. The smell of rotten flesh spread into the clear sky well.

Tinasha goes further into the snake. As it was, he broke Simila down into flesh and human souls, and magic, and handed down his magic as he sublimated his soul. The delicate and bold technique is manipulated by the movement of the fingers alone.

Gradually realizing that existence was being shredded, Simila rolled a layer of hatred and hung on Tinasha flying through the universe. She avoids a quick attack that doesn't look great on a giant, on a piece of paper.

There are no words.

Hand in hand, the captured magic ran through her body.

I can see the blood getting hot. Pain or pleasure, a feeling of uncertainty shook my whole body.

The Spirits watch with their own expressions the Queen, who occasionally lets her body plunder the attack, but surely unravels the body of the serpent.

Their combined configuration is under frightening pressure. They were cleverly holding back the disastrous forces trying to crawl out of the hole as they rotated the configuration. One of the spirits peeks into the dark hole.

"I wonder if this will also go away if that snake disappears"

"Maybe. Looks like there's a snake on the way. This one will need to be reprocessed, but it won't be that hard if the snake is gone."

"Queen, are you all right?"

Cal doesn't smile and answer voices questioning cheapness. Their masters with brittle bodies, but their power far outweighs them. So does the witch, but he thinks it's strange that a species called a human creates such a rare existence. It is precarious lives that sometimes give off a terrible glow.

Flying limbs like dancing.

The composition of the silver thread that occasionally eats through the snake's body increases the light with magic. Red and clear blood splashed like red balls after Tinasha.

She gently kicks Simila's head up as she hits her with increased speed. When I touched the body surface of the snake with both hands as it was, I fluttered my body for a spin.

Pours magic from the flat of the touched hand. Dismantle the existence. As early as Simila, more than half of them were unable to keep their shape.

Rotten flesh is spreading in the earth with loss of power. It was invisible, but I could see that the liberated soul was sublimated and returned to the world.

"Let it melt..."

Tinasha made up with ten fingers.

Leaving behind the red eye that houses the intent to kill, the giant head gradually loses its contour and goes.

To the subject of Simila, who thus diminishes her power, her magic became mighty with each passing hour.

Simila unwittingly disperses when the difference becomes historical and Tinasha's victory seems unshakeable. The giant body became black stained and splashed.

The spirits raise their faces to the black remnants that spread in the sky.

"Did you?

"No... no"

Cal breathed.

The black stain concentrated on jumping towards Tinasha, who was beside him.

She tries to escape by pounding her tongue, but sooner than that, the stain tangles in her white feet.

A moment of stiffness in an attempt to shake it off was enough time for the remaining stain to swallow a small body.

"Shh..."

I hear a trembling Mira.

I don't see the queen. There were just black spheres drifting in the sky.

A girl of the Spirit, quickly recovered from self-loss, tries to jump up into space.

"Mira! Don't leave!

But even then, Cal's suppression flew. The red-haired girl stares at the man in anger as well.

"Master Tinasha is in danger!? He's going to use his captured magic to take over Master Tinasha!

"If you leave the configuration now, your daughter will be completely unbeatable. Believe more!"

To be honest, Mira pushes silence.

If the power they are suppressing here flows to Simila, Tinasha could remain intact in the increased stain of power. It would be a shame to be able to do nothing, Mira returned to the composition biting her lips.

The spirits look up in the air.

The slightly pulsating sphere beneath the blue sky had exposed its abominable appearance as if it were a scenery of nightmares.

Very dark.

I don't see anything.

Why are you here? Consciousness without a name drifts through spaces without time.

There were unspoken whispers all around. Sagging like water filled with resentment, giving up, and mourning.

- I used my soul to incorporate these.

Somewhere in my head someone squeaks.

But she doesn't know what that means.

Very, very unconscious.

I can't go anywhere.

You just have to fall asleep, says Ginko.

The end is all a tragedy, the grief says.

Is that so?

She tilted her neck.

You can't have never resented someone, resentment says.

She grinned bitterly.

Yes, I have resented you. But I can't remember now.

She sinks in the dark.

It is the sea of chaos that spreads to the bottom.

Man's world is truly brittle and dangerous. One floor slab is full of this stuff.

It's like a small boat drifting through the sea in a storm at night. If you found out about that endless underneath, people wouldn't even be able to laugh at fear.

She sees her presence sinking, like any other HR.

I was kind of very sleepy. She smiles softly. - And I laughed bitterly when I realized it.

Isn't that funny?

At any time, in any sorrow, it's funny if you want to laugh.

I was just scared, something says.

I'm not afraid, she replies. I reached out white.

"You want me?

I want it, and I get an answer. He wants to be one.

There is definite peace there. It's a tranquillity.

"I don't mind. But you're just like me."

- Same.

Words echo concepts like obsession. She goes on.

"When you get me, I get you too. We are always, from the beginning, connected. It's just different names."

Darkness is silent.

Confusion arises.

Answers returned after a while in the midst of the sagging starch.

- But it's still not.

Darkness asks.

Give me her name.

She thinks a little. I looked around at the darkness and moved my little lips.

"My name is undefined. And attributes are - transformation."

A concise answer.

Words evoke the essence. The world changes and the darkness rocks.

She's never been a special shard from the beginning.

Only in the given destiny and the destiny to choose from, she becomes heterogeneous herself.

Mira, staring at the black sphere all the time without turning a blind eye, noticed that its size was gradually shrinking.

I thought it was my fault, but it's not. When the sphere narrowed its size so that it was sucked into the center, it stiffened for a moment. The next moment, it bursts from the inside.

One woman was floating in the midst of a splash of magic, soul, and remnants of flesh.

A long glossy brunette rises in a magical recoil. Wet dark eyes lay low with slight worry.

She reaches forward with her right hand. The force stained out of it like fog. The air around them gradually clears up with it.

Losing the nucleus for the appearance, the pressure that was in the hole disappeared. The black hole narrows slowly.

"Dear Tinasha!

To the voice of the Spirit, Tinasha put them in sight. I try to wave with laughter, but the look freezes.

"Yes, it hurts... all over my body..."

"You bet. The magic is saturated."

With a frightened face, Cal metastasized right next to his husband. Lift your thin body.

"We'll do it later, so I hope you're resting first."

"Ugh... sorry..."

There is a vast amount of magic scattered around the area that I couldn't take in. Tell me you shrunk the hole, too. It's not completely closed. If we do a magical process, we'll stick to this place itself.

Cal asks his little husband.

"Trudar, okay?

"Ah...... no, please inulade"

"Okay."

"Please"

Tinasha's greeting was directed not only at Cal, but also at the spirits under his eyes.

They thank each other in silence.

When the beautiful queen left a flowery smile, she was accompanied by the Spirit and disappeared from the spot.

That's when the wind blew on the battlefield.

Maybe he didn't actually blow it. But Oscar did feel that way.

The body in front of me collapses without even putting a sword in it. And that didn't just stay the hell out of it. The Pharsus army flashes at the bodies falling like waves. Cesar's army, which was about half the original, quickly reduced its number to three thousand.

Countless bodies are falling and lying on the battlefield, and the horse riders of César are changing their complexion. Until now it has been a disadvantage, but the walls of the corpse have separated them from the Pharsus army. Suddenly losing it, they were drawing their faces to fear.

Oscar looks at César's soldiers with an ironic grin.

"I mean, this is... he won"

No one answers. But Oscar was sure. He speaks to his subordinates behind him.

"Then why don't we just sweep it up and go home? I'm sick and tired of seeing bodies."

Under a clear sky, the sun poured down onto the surface. Most of the bodies filling the plains have no scars and no flowing blood.

That sight, which resembled a bad dream, was telling the story of the diversity of this war that was deciding.

Silvia, who remained in the fort, felt a strong fluctuation of magic over the fort's magic barrier. I try to stretch out and see the battlefield but I don't see it well in the distance. A man's voice was accidentally hung from overhead when he was unsure whether to move the place.

"Beauty there, is there a room you can use?

"Huh! Ah... Dear Tinasha!?

There is a woman in the arms of a man who knows her well. She smiled with a slightly pale face.

"It's been a while. I'm sorry I'm in this state."

"Are you hurt?!?

"No, I'm just a little disturbed by magic..."

Blocking her weakly greeting husband, the Spirit explains to Sylvia.

"I can't, so my whole body is rattled. I'd like to get you some sleep..."

"Oh, then I'll show you!

Even when it comes to unfinished fortifications, there are many parts that can be done. Sylvia put the two of them in a room for royalty and general use.

Little decoration, but Cal sighs when he can lay his husband on a wide sleeping table. That place was strangely human, and Tinasha laughed.

"How's it going, young lady? Are you okay?"

"Sleep a little and you'll be back. Thank you."

"Mmm."

Cal had a serious face and Tinasha's head felt and stroked.

I also don't think it's about making her my husband, but Tinasha doesn't care either because she's one of the few people who has known her since childhood.

"Well, I'm afraid of Mira, so I'll help you with the post-processing. Beauty, say hello later."

"Okay!

Cal disappears when he waves lovingly with both hands.

Sylvia, who was asked later, peered into Tinasha worried. I frown when I saw sweat floating on my white forehead. She wiped that sweat when she grabbed the cloth she had left in her room.

"What happened?

"That's what I don't remember very well either... with vague memories. I knew exactly what it was like then, but now I can't remember why."

"Oh, it sounds like a dream or something, doesn't it? I remember right after I woke up..."

"Yes, yes. Like that. But, well, I think the César army is half-baked."

"Then Your Majesty will be back soon!

Tinasha smiled as Silvia grinned.

That said, not about that time four hundred years ago, but when you move your body, you run a severe pain. The magic to take in was forming part of the nucleus. I kept it to a minimum, most of it scattered, but still couldn't avoid a load on my body. It will hurt for about a night until the magic is tamed.

- Oscar might look disgusted when he finds out about this.

But still, I wanted to see you. Tinasha pukes out the air in her lungs. I nearly closed my eyes to the drowsiness that struck me.

"Then we have to hurry. I don't want to see the swordsman of Acacia."

They opened their eyes to the voice of a stranger who suddenly sounded in the room. Reflectively assemble.

But Tinasha felt something cold touching her left hand. The assembled configuration is misty.

"Nah!?

Before recognizing the surprise, Sylvia was bounced off the spot. He is slammed against the wall and collapses on the floor.

Tinasha also forgot the severe pain and jumped off the sleeping table to run to her. Its left arm is grabbed from behind. A soft man's voice whispered in his ear.

"You should get some rest when you get there. 'Cause that's how much time I have."

Consciousness turns dark.

Tinasha reaches out as she falls into darkness again.

But his hand, no one, nothing, could grasp, and he lost his strength.