Unnamed Memory

"I want you to marry me"

to the man's words. She turned her eyes round. I look around unexpectedly.

But there was no one else around. Obviously, you're telling yourself.

She looked back at the man like she was in trouble.

"Are you thinking about it and saying it?

Men laugh bitterly at words like worried mothers.

"I thought about it. Everyone about me and you. I thought in particular that your mother might kill you. [M] But still, I want you to marry me. I can't think of anything else."

It was a frank and unmistakable word.

She opens her red lips slightly. Speechless exhalation dropped zero.

Looking into the man's eyes, his blue eyes were looking back at her with an empty breadth.

When Oscar returned to Falsas, he rested Tinasha in his room.

Tinasha's room in Falsus had been pulled off before her reign, and it was thought the safest place for security reasons.

When he puts a strict watch in front of the room, he starts contacting Trudar and does post-processing. Most of my usual work was handled by my predecessor's father because it was a time of war. And when he saw the face of his returning son, his father said lightly, Good for you.

It took about an hour to finish the chores and as Oscar returned to his room, Tinasha was asleep with a small sleep on his sleeping table. He wants to bathe and change, and he's in a white room.

Oscar combed his hair as he sat on the bedside. He hadn't slept much of himself in the aftermath of the war, in preparing for her search, and in the actual search, but he doesn't feel strange and drowsy. Originally, unlike Tinasha, he can move fully if he sleeps for four or five hours. More than tired, I was now just relieved that I could get her back safely.

When the king takes his white hand, he mouths it on its back. So you noticed, she opened her eyes.

"That... did you fall asleep... sorry"

"I don't mind. If you're tired, go to sleep."

"I'm fine."

Tinasha woke up her upper body. When sloppy, he moves over the sleeping table and sits next to the Oscar. Looking at the woman's side, he opened his mouth.

"So, it's time to ask? What was the purpose of that man?

Tinasha smiled bitterly. As a matter of fact, Oscar asked the same thing when he was in the mansion, but at that time he was aware of the eyes of the others, and she didn't answer clearly.

By being alone, Tinasha revealed a request from Valt, though bewildered. - I mean, that the two spheres have the name Elteria and that the man wants it.

"I knew it was that ball..."

Oscar thought with a difficult face.

I don't know why I want that sphere. But knowing its effects probably means wanting to alter some past. You seem to have quite a bit of information, which is what you know the sphere is in each of Falsus and Trudar. Not only that, but Oscar glanced at the discomfort when he learned that the enemy had been preparing for his surroundings over the years to seize them.

"I don't know how far it's true."

"It seems like we can go back to the past with one, but why do we need two?"

"I don't know. Anyway, be careful for the time being."

"Excuse me......"

Oscar stroked his little head as he laughed out at her getting soggy and small. Look into the dark eyes that look up at you.

"And evil god, but thank God. Thanks."

Tinasha, tilting her face, gave her a swinging grin. Oscar holds his breath without my knowledge.

- I'm fascinated by that look. I can imprison my soul.

Completely similar imperfections. Wanting to attract a rare and distant presence, Oscar captured her jaw. Face as you deserve.

Tinasha rounded her eyes for a moment, but rocked her black eyelashes and closed both eyes. Get a mouthful of honesty.

The woman blushing her cheeks stared at him from close proximity as she let go of her face.

"It's close..."

"I told you to get used to it. To the habit of being defenseless before."

"Because you thought you were indifferent to me."

"You're just not indifferent."

If you were to say that, you wouldn't "see it as a woman," and that's not exactly the same.

But Oscar didn't say what he thought. Instead, she drops her lips in her ears and traps her luxurious body in her arms. He mouthed sequentially from ear to white neck muscles and nodded his face at the smooth chest. I can see her body trembling slightly with heat as it melts away.

How much will and stray is enclosed in this fragile thin body?

Soft skin and hidden blood underneath.

I think I just want to touch everything that makes her up.

But the more you touch it, the closer you get, the more endless it stains you. No matter how eager you may be, you will not get her soul. It doesn't cross her own boundaries. All you can do is lay your skin on top of each other and neighbor each other.

Knowing the conceptual differences, he nevertheless reaches out to his beloved woman.

Knowing that we share this despair as well.

My eyeballs get hot.

I'm going to cry, Tinasha thought.

It's not sad. However, the peace of mind that she was still certainly forgiven in the sense that she would not know where she was, filled her.

blink with moist eyes.

I looked down at the man's head and distracted myself from loving him. I want to hold that being asexually.

But she pushed the man's body with both hands.

"Wait a minute......"

"Why?"

Oscar looked back at his fiancée in a really strange way. Without looking directly into its eyes, Tinasha turns sideways.

"I'm not married!

"But you do, don't you?

"Well, that's true..."

"Then no problem."

Tinasha was held up shortly after she disputed. It is lowered straight to the center of the sleeping area.

Oscar looked at the beautiful woman as she held her hand in panic with her own.

"... don't make me want to go back to Trudar"

"Wait. I'll exercise my strength."

Magic elaborates on soft limbs. Oscar laughed small, taking his right hand off and taking something out of his nostrils. Fit that in Tinasha's left wrist.

……

"Then I'm exercising my powers, too."

"Ko, this is a crime!?

Stolen forty years ago from Falsus, it was the sealing gear that was embedded in her. Tinasha wars when she realizes that the worst magic equipment has passed to the worst human being.

But Oscar asked, staring down at her.

"What do you hate?

That was a sincere eye.

And it is also a powerful eye. Tinasha embraced the enthusiasm that made her want to unconditionally follow those eyes.

My head creaks. My whole body trembled. But she opens her lips.

"It's..."

When she tried to give a reason, but the sound of a panic from outside the room blocked the words.

It is the voice of Lazar, one of the kings' sides.

"Sire, may I?!?

"... that's not good"

But the weakened king's whining is naturally not audible to the outside of the room.

Oscar stood reluctantly when he let Tinasha go. The man smiles bitterly at her with a relieved face somewhere. He removed his bracelet as he stretched his finger.

"Then I'll come out a little. I've contacted Regis that he's over here today, so keep him company."

"Shh, excuse me"

"Never mind."

Oscar laughed and gently slapped her head up.

Tinasha will be sorry for her usual love.

As he left the room, she frowned and took a deep sigh.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Ouch. Ouch! Please don't follow me!

"Just let me follow you."

"Itatatata"

Lazar, who was walking after the king so that he could be pulled over his stuck cheek, finally held down his red cheek when he was released. Blink both eyes with no heart or tears.

"There's a woman here who wants to see His Majesty."

"Who?

"That's..."

Lazar interrupted the words.

I didn't mumble. It's as if I've fallen out of my memory, and I don't know what's going on.

Lazar opened and closed his mouth two or three times, but eventually dropped his head flashly.

"Sorry, I don't know..."

Hearing that, Oscar naturally turned into a disgusting face.

"What is that? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"

"I don't know why... but I thought I'd have to call you..."

"I don't know why. Well, good. Where are you?

"Between sights."

Oscar turned to the hall where the guests waited, suspicious of Lazar's condition and the guests he had yet to see. Waiting there was a woman with dark brown hair tied to one. The woman is in plain clothes and can't see the feeling of coming to the castle very much. Also, strangely, there was nobody in the room but her.

Oscar looks at the woman, surprised by the absence of the guard who should be there all the time.

Mid thirties, slightly safer looks, but beautiful enough.

When the woman noticed that Oscar had come in, she had not thanked her but looked directly at her. Oscar tries to open his mouth to a gruesome and sharp gaze, but is struck by strange discomfort.

- Something's wrong. I think we met somewhere.

The woman threw up uncomfortably.

"I thought what you meant because I heard you were engaged... you're a brilliant solver of things. Was it the witchkiller queen who did it?

"That voice..."

My head hurt bluntly.

White nails

Month

Deep night

Red

Blood.

Ripped off.

An unlikely memory emerges as if it had been illuminated by thunder.

Oscar took a step.

He stops at the illusion that he won't understand underfoot. I pulled out Acacia as I squeezed all my body power. Put your sword against the woman.

The voice, and appearance, I remember. Shadows illuminated by the moon and reflected in windows. In an unwiped memory, she stands.

"You... you're a silent witch!

"Yeah. Long time no see. Grown up."

"Bullshit. What are you doing here?"

Lazar is turning pale behind the king.

Oscar's words filled with intimidation, but the witch took them flat. Lip up and laugh.

"I did it with just a curse, but it's totally hard. But if it's solved, I can't help it."

The witch raised her right hand toward the king. A white index finger points straight at his face.

"I'll lock your fate in."

Magic gathers at your fingertips. The witch has struck it out intact.

Oscar plays the invisible spear in Acacia, exhaling briefly. The spear tore the composition apart and misted.

"Lazar! Run!

Shouting like that without looking behind him, Oscar ran out to the witch.

Witches produce air spears one after another without chanting.

The quick offense reminded me of my training with Tinasha. He chops off no remaining spears that strike from all sides.

And when Oscar put the witch within the confines of Acacia - - but she unexpectedly transferred. Appears in the right corner of the large room.

"You're wearing an interesting guardian... is that what your bride did? But I also have these hands."

The witch rattles her white fingers. Oscar instinctively perceived danger.

When you lay down your body, something passes over your head. When I jumped up and checked, it was just a sword with no philosophy whatsoever.

The sword flies toward Oscar again as he changes the direction of his cutting edge in the air. He played it in Acacia. Not long between, another sword appears just to his left.

Oscar managed to avoid that sword, which tried to skewer the king's body.

I hear the witch's cool voice.

"It's a good reflex nerve inside. Well, I wonder how many can be avoided."

The witch laughs as she transfers and manipulates her sword, not made of magic.

It may be Oscar's fault that that laugh in the blink of an eye seemed self-derisive. He smashes the third sword that appears to aim at his feet, in Acacia.

Oscar jumped forward avoiding a sword that would strike from left to right as it was. Straight to the witch at the same time as you land. A new sword has shifted on that path.

But Oscar misses by slapping the belly of the sword coming towards him outside with his left hand, without slowing down his running speed.

The witch's cold face approached a few moments later.

He increases his speed even further, but a new sword appears near his left flank. It's a very inevitable distance.

Oscar grabbed the blade of the sword with his left hand aggressively. The pain runs on my fingers but I throw it away as it is.

But the moment I thought I cut through, there was a severe pain in my right flatulence. He was pierced from behind by the sword he followed.

Don't miss a slightly delayed moment of movement, another sword eats in from your left shoulder as well.

I was instantly distracted by the pain.

But when he squeezes his consciousness, he steps straight into the witch. I waved Acacia at a terrible rate.

- - Time, I feel like it's flowing terribly slowly.

The witch smiled bitterly. Will I give up coming to that eye? Oscar doesn't know.

For a long moment Acacia tries to put it on her neck, but the roar of tearing the air through the entrance to the hall sounds.

"Don't kill me, Oscar! She's your grandmother!

Time stops.

Will is lost.

The power to shake off Acacia was lost, and the king's blue eyes opened.

In a still world, only one moving witch stares at him with an emotionless eye.

And she...

"Fall for your child's dreams."

and groaned.

I barely remember my mother.

When my mother died, Oscar was five. If you're about that age, you should be able to remember.

But he doesn't remember one thing.

I heard my mother died of illness. I've rarely missed that.

Because right after my mother's death, he was cursed.

He could not afford to grieve for his mother's absence when he lived as a child at dawn to study and train his sword for the curse, and for the future.

When I noticed, he stood in a long hallway.

Look around. There is no one else. He's alone.

He looks at a familiar place. That was the hallway of the familiar Castle of Falsus.

The right hand side of the hallway is lined with windows and the left side with doors. Looking out the window, the light purple sky was spreading. I don't see a straight stretch ahead. It just keeps going all the way back. That was the same thing in retrospect.

He looks at the doors lined up.

- - Would there have been so many rooms?

He put his hands on the door that was closest to him, even though he was surprised. Get inside.

That was the courtyard of the castle.

Seven or eight years old, or one boy standing on his back.

As he walked over, the boy looked back.

"Your Highness, were you here? Your Majesty has been looking for you."

The familiar face belongs to his childhood. Nature and replies mouth out.

"I was just out, Lazar. I'll be right there."

It was then that for the first time he realized that he was only a little taller in back length than the boy.

But I don't wonder about it. It's only natural that the year is near.

"Stop being your highness than that. Something's weird."

"Your Highness is nothing but Your Highness."

The boy answers in a serious tone that is not suitable for the year.

Until recently, you called me by name, but the distance seemed kind of boring. He turned into a bumpy face.

The practice sword wrapped around his waist is made slightly shorter to match his back length.

He was not sure if he should leave it, but ended up leaving the courtyard as it was.

Exit the door.

It was once again a long hallway there.

I don't know why I'm here or where I'm going. He pushes open the next door while lost.

It was the castle lecture room.

I head to my desk and the man who was opening the book gives me a face.

"Your Highness... what is it?"

"Did you have any clues about the curse?

"... I'm sorry. Still no clue..."

The man, the magician, looked sinking as he stroked his beautifully shaved head.

He smiles bitterly at the look on his face.

"I don't care. We'll figure it out sometime."

Hiding his inner anxiety and purposefully bright, the man bowed his head.

It's been more than five years since he cursed me, but I still don't have any clues. I couldn't even talk to people outside the country just because things were related to the survival of the royal family, and the moon was flowing just to look for clues in secret.

He puts his finger on his chin and thinks.

"That's right. Why don't you cut your body in Acacia? So, I'll fix it soon."

"So, Your Highness, that's too much..."

"I'm gonna ask if I can borrow it for a second"

"Please wait!

Turning his back on the man's restraint, he ran out of the room.

Out in the hallway. Look around the left and right. I looked back, but there's no sign of a man coming after him.

The world was full of silence.

Nothing has changed. Nothing new is born.

He stands in front of the next door.

Without any doubt, I opened the door.

Inside is a training ground on the outer perimeter of the castle. A grey-haired general looked at him and bowed his head.

He walks over to the general as he checks the training sword he has wrapped around his waist. The sword was already the same size as that of an adult.

"Ettard, ask for an audition today"

"There's very little I can tell you anymore."

"Don't be modest. Deal with me."

"Understood."

The general laid down his sword as he bowed his head deeply. Smile at him.

"Around next or next year, I think one of my disciples will come alive. I said Ars, he's four years older than His Highness... he's quite an arm."

"That's exciting"

Razal, a childhood trainer, doesn't like swords. If the year is one of the nearest arms, you are most welcome.

But now I want to focus on archery first. When he laid his sword, he exhaled deeply and concentrated.

I don't know how many rooms I've been in.

In it he was always a child and a boy.

Forget everything if you let yourself in the room. I think that's where I am.

But when I left the scene and returned to the hallway, a strange sense of impatience struck him.

- I have no ahead of me.

No matter what room he enters, he can't move on beyond the age of fifteen. I can't go back to adult time.

I get alarmed somewhere in my mind that I want to get out.

But the alarm couldn't clearly rise to consciousness, and most importantly, there was nothing I could do other than just keep the room open.

Open the next door.

Look in it, he froze for a moment.

The castle room and thoughts are coloured with a sea of blood. There was blood scattered on the floor and on the walls, and the furniture was scattered as if it had come even by storm.

But above all, it was the floor near the center of the room that caught my eye.

In the middle of a deep bloodbath, a woman was falling into a lie.

I can't see my face. Long dark brown hair is soaked in the blood.

An unspeakable fear struck him looking down at it.

- - You have to be sure.

He takes a step.

But for some reason, it was already the old hallway. Even though he hasn't left the room, he's surprised to be back in the hallway.

But the next moment, he couldn't remember the bloody room, or the woman who was lying down.

Touch the next door. A slight paralysis ran in my hand.

But he keeps pushing the door open.

It's a strange room inside. I don't remember it at all.

The deserted room just had a large sleeping area and a study desk, plus some chairs and tables.

There are many thick books on the desk. I walked over and opened it up and it was like a magic book.

Unexpectedly, a voice can be heard from behind.

"Oscar? What's going on?

Clear girl voice.

Looking back, a beautiful girl with long dark hair stood there.

Poor look on your too thin body. A delicate beauty that cannot be forbidden to sigh stares at him in surprise.

But he doesn't know her name or what to say.

When the girl came right beside him, she looked up at him.

"It's time for an audition, isn't it? Am I late?

When I check my hips on the words "archery," I do wear a practice sword.

Seeing the girl again, she was about to stretch out and touch him.

White hands stretched out, but not to his face. The girl floated in the air fluttering. I peek into his face a little bit above him.

A deep dark eye captured him. She leans her little white face against her ear.

"Oscar... open the next room..."

My spine trembles.

A glossy voice. To that voice, which clearly belonged to the woman, he took a step back in surprise.

But the girl looks at him strangely, as if she didn't say anything.

"I'm going first."

Waving with laughter, she was gone from the spot.

Leaving the strange room, he stood in front of the next door.

I think there was something puzzling in the previous room, but I can't remember it very well.

He opens the door. I felt a sense of readiness for paralysis running into my hands.

Inside, there was a vast space of stone.

The walls have a sliver-bottle-shaped staircase that allows people to sit down. Spreading cobblestone floors. In the center of the space there is an ascending staircase, the end of which is elevated for the first floor. The top of the stairs didn't look angular, but from there people were being heard slightly.

For now, he walks out to the stairs.

But then there was a woman's voice in her ear.

"Oscar... get Acacia..."

Looking back, but no one.

He probed around his hips with his right hand. Fingers touch familiar patterns. It's his sword of love that only waves in the world. I felt like I hadn't had it in a long time, and he pulled out his sword.

But when I gripped the pattern, a girl screamed from the stage. To that cry, which was not usual, he rushed out to the stairs.

My voice whispers again in my ear.

"Wait... pull out Acacia..."

"But..."

"It's okay, pull out Acacia, Oscar"

A slight but strong voice.

The voice pushes him to stop his leg.

Even during the slightest hesitation, the voice of a girl mixed with screams and whimpers was heard from the stage. Multiple human chants overlap the sad cry.

But a woman's voice propped him up so as to strike them all off.

"It's okay, trust me"

It's a word without hesitation.

There is definite power there. He breathes unexpectedly.

And believe that voice, he pulled out his sword.

When he opened his eyes, there was a woman's face nearby.

I don't get a name any time soon. But the familiar face relaxed his expression when he saw him awake.

The woman's white cheek has blood on it. He stretched his fingers and wiped the splashed blood. Nature and her name speak.

"Tinasha......"

"Wake up?

In a pranky tone, another woman's voice overlapped.

"Stupid. No one should be able to rewrite my curse."

I have a headache in that voice, stunned. Oscar slowly woke up his upper body.

Looking around, it's the hall where he was fighting witches until earlier. Soon the magic junction is stretched to cover the whole room. Further out, beyond the door, Kevin and Lazar, Ars and other heavy ministers stared at him with a sad face.

And inside the room's junction, around the woman leaning in with him, another hemispherical junction is stretched. Oscar flashed when he found two spirits lying down nearby.

But that's not all.

Tinasha, who accompanies him, is also staining his blood with white room clothes if he is injured. She laughed glossy, however, as if there was no pain whatsoever. Return to the voice of the witch.

"I can't rewrite it, but I can use it. I've mixed up my dreams."

"Dreams can only illuminate children's dreams"

"So it's a child's dream. You shouldn't think too deeply."

The witch stares at Tinasha in surprise. But the Queen does not answer any more. I'm just keeping my boundaries shut.

Oscar held his temples by his hand.

My head hurts badly. But all the fragments were already in him.

Tinasha closes her eyes and smiles.

"Can you fight?

Of course.

"Then please. Because I don't think I can move. I put your wound in a blockage."

"Okay."

Oscar stands up as he ascertains the acacia in his hand. I was relative to a witch with eyes like that that I would explore.

Another woman's face overlaps in a beautiful and dangerous appearance. Same green eyes, high nose beams, soft smiles floating on small lips. It's the face of a mother I haven't remembered in a long time.

"You're my grandmother... you sure look alike"

The witch remains silent. Oscar laughs bitterly.

Confirming the acacia that was indeed in his hand, he walked out of the junction.