Unnamed Memory

The room was a sea of blood.

A splash of red blood on the wall drips with a great glow.

There was a great build-up of blood on the floor, where one woman had fallen into a depression.

I can't see my face.

But you should know.

He knows exactly who it is.

The witch looked sarcastically at the Oscar out of the juncture. Configure on the right hand side.

"If I'd been asleep all the time, I'd be happier now."

"I'm the only one happy, but it doesn't make any sense."

"Well said."

"Lavinia! Wait!

The screaming voice belonged to my predecessor, Kevin. The three people in the room look at the door. Kevin approached the witch with a desperate shape he had never seen.

"My son is not guilty! If it's life, it's mine..."

"Not without sin. If you say so, the stupidest thing is my daughter."

Lavinia puts her gaze back on Oscar.

She reached out her right hand to the man standing upright against her. Magic passes through delicate and elaborate configurations.

"It's a child to die for. Liquidating a Different Fate"

Lavinia unleashes the composition. High flame walls surrounded the Oscars and emerged. The temperature in the room rises all at once. I inhaled the heated air and his lungs hurt.

A woman sounds worried from behind.

"Oscar......"

"It's okay."

Focus your consciousness.

Slowly exhaling his deeply inhaled breath, he saw the composition in the flames. Oscar steps toward the essentials on which all the configurations are based. He plugged Acacia into the flames without even having a high fever that he wanted to fall back on unexpectedly.

The thread cuts.

Once I pulled the sword, now I swung to the side to loosen the configuration. Hot air shakes my hair.

The flames scattered throughout the room disappeared as Tinasha hit the junction stretched around the outer perimeter.

It was a cloudy night. The corner of the room is lit with magical lights.

Strangely, he had trouble sleeping, and the kid walked out of the bedroom. Something depends on the corner of your sight, right out the window.

He stopped by wondering.

"Never open a window."

Mother's words come back to life.

But the kid found a blue bird stopping outside the window, on the railing of the terrace.

Deeper than the color of the sky, the blue is bright as it shines despite the moon.

- Is this the color of the ocean?

The kid pushed open the window as he hurried to unlock it, leaping his chest into a view he'd never seen before. When it's time to go out to the terrace, I reach for the little bird.

The little bird tilts his neck. Black little eyes show nothing.

There seems to be no sign of escape. Touch it in a little bit.

"Oscar!!

What I hear from behind is a screaming call.

The child shook his body. Looking back, a mother stands at the door. Her expression doesn't look good in reflexes.

And the blue bird, nestled behind the shrugged child, looked at the little back in front of him - and shouted up.

Oscar shakes and crushes Acacia with a sword that strikes from all sides.

Sometimes the inevitable blade plundered his body, but what was likely to be fatal was smashed and scattered the moment he stabbed his body. He gradually packs his distance toward the witch, thanking his fiancée who will be quite exhausted and will have minimal interference.

Oscar even asked Lavinia with a grin.

"A child to die for? Is that why you cursed me?

"That's right. If you resent me, resent my mother."

In cold words, I can't see any emotions.

Sewing between the swords, a few invisible crawls strike. Oscar first smashed his sword and cut off the spread trying to reach his ankle as he flew to the right. Then grabbing with your left hand the pattern of a dagger trying to stab you in the left flank, you use it to receive a sword that flew in from the front.

He pierced the composition in Acacia as he leaped toward the nucleus to which they would connect, avoiding the rest of the crawl that would still follow him.

Lavinia's voice echoes.

"It's only painful if you resist."

At the same time as the words, a large white nail appeared in front of Oscar's eyes.

Completely nostalgic. It's an unacceptable distance.

Glossy, its nails are swung down Oscar's shoulder.

"... no"

But he made a small affirmation and grabbed it, which he nearly devoured into the meat.

- It's not a nail. It's just a dagger.

He throws it away.

That nail didn't touch him after all.

Instead, because I tore his mother apart when she broke in.

White claws ate into my mother's shoulder and pushed straight through her body.

While she is mad about the severe pain, she forms a composition with her right hand. Forced to pull his body out and jump back, he struck it out toward the devil tribe of birds.

Red stained nails are bounced.

Blood splashed on the wall.

The moon turns from the clouds.

A quiet blue and white light lit up the room.

Oscar steps toward the witch as he pulls Acacia.

But she moved off the spot. Appear near the hall door.

He grinned bitterly as he turned his body around while avoiding the sword.

"You're not going to resent my mother. You protected me."

Kevin and Lavinia turn a blind eye to the words. Tinasha looked around at them suspiciously, healing the Spirit.

Kevin opens his mouth flashly.

"You remembered...?

"Thanks to earlier dreams. You're the one who sealed it, aren't you?

Lavinia doesn't deny it. I'm just staring at Oscar in silence.

- It's too tragic a memory. The young man faced his mother's death twice.

The witch enclosed the sight that would have distorted his spirit at the same time as the curse.

Oscar stares straight at his grandmother, the witch, as she rebuts the bitter memory of her first resurrection in fifteen years. If we assemble fragments scattered around the back of the brain, one answer emerges there.

"My mother... you helped me back in time, didn't you?

I could tell by the signs that Tinasha was breathtaking.

Lost memory.

A child's dream.

At that time he wondered if his mother's death was just a nightmare.

Because the blood that splashed all over the room and my mother's body quickly disappeared from his room.

She looked strange when she went to my mother's room crying over the excess fear, but welcomed him as usual. He remembers being relieved by the definite warmth of holding himself.

But half a day later, without any foretaste, my mother, before his eyes, was once again an unbroken corpse.

And now - it didn't disappear.

Lavinia took a deep sigh. Wandering through the universe like a green eye sees some unseen distance.

"Remember what you said to me when you said your dreams really came true?

"Oh."

"It was really you who should have died. You must have been attacked by demons, just like all the other children who were thought to have gone missing at the time. Rosalia...... couldn't stand that fact. Twisted the past and sinned. It's a stupid act. - But even if the past is altered, the death of the user of the sphere cannot be corrected. My daughter saved your life... and killed your heart"

Rosalia herself wouldn't have known until just before. Sudden death.

But it's just that the time has come.

Elteria cannot be tampered with until the fate of the user. If the time elapses between when the sphere is used and when it dies, the prescribed death catches up.

And on that day's border, the disappearance of a child who had ruled Falsus in terror stopped perfectly. Rushing to the suspicious death of his daughter, Lavinia realized what her own daughter had done from the story of her grandson, who was about to break into too many sights, and the end of his disappearance.

"It's not your fault or your hatred. It's just that you're not supposed to be alive. We can't let that human blood inherit any more."

It was at least a sentiment that Lavinia did not kill him and used the means of curse.

That's how much I wanted to live up to my daughter's thoughts, and most importantly... he was pitiful.

But he's not a child anymore.

I stand by my will and take my sword.

I can go beyond my mother's death as well.

Then she thought it was time to make a correction.

Oscar looked to Lavinia.

He was certainly helped by his mother and her grandmother. If that memory hadn't been sealed, he wouldn't have had it now. I honestly appreciate that.

And I think of my mother.

There was a complicated emotion there that didn't fit just into simple gratitude. Has Tinasha been through time with this emotion, too?

Oscar sets up Acacia.

I saw a witch form a mighty composition. He laughs slightly at his lips alone.

"Take it and stand, even if it is the reward of my mother's deeds. I did the same thing."

I don't remember it for me right now.

But Tinasha is here. I'm here.

He stands in the midst of an intertwined fate.

Lavinia frowned suspiciously. Put Tinasha in sight with both green eyes sitting on the floor.

After a few seconds, the witch opened her eyes.

"Of witchkiller... no way... you put it in your dreams..."

In the curse, there is no one on the continent who shoulders her.

That's why I thought it couldn't be broken. Only one thing, except for the existence of a sword that can kill a witch.

To avoid the interference of that sword, which might have power in his dreams, Lavinia irradiated his dreams only when he was a child without Acacia.

But in the end, he stands there untying himself. - Of the queen who said she had overlapped her own dreams, with help.

"No way... you mean"

The story of a queen who once killed a witch, falling into a magical sleep, was also passed on to Lavinia. And the fact that the newly reigning queen is now the same person as her.

Then why did you just wake up? Did you become his fiancée?

The question and answer that I had not even questioned became apparent after a long time.

The witch's whole body trembles in anger. An overwhelming configuration appeared at the end of that hand.

It shines bright green and strikes him as a giant net conceiving countless swords.

Tinasha raised a warning voice.

"Oscar!"

"I remember."

Answering her fiancée's cry succinctly, Oscar scowls at the composition in Acacia as she leans back. I have eaten similar techniques from Tinasha during training before. That's when I heard that if I didn't break multiple pieces at the same time, I would repair them.

The point is, I see seven.

Oscar aimed at them in a flash, crushing many swords that the configuration carried on.

Exhale slowly.

Consciousness sometimes preceded me.

Two, three, four...... I'm going to count the number I smashed in my heart.

When I crushed my fifth, the pain ran on my right arm.

The witch's sword reached her body. Blood splashes on the floor.

In the sixth, the cutting-edge arrived hard. He stretches his arm. But it doesn't reach the seventh.

Crushed essentials begin to regenerate.

The sword reaches the whole body from all directions.

When Oscar was ready to defeat, the seventh point was crushed. Tinasha interfered.

The net melts in the air and disappears. All swords made flashy noises and fell to the floor.

Witches look back at their own daughter's child with anger and just as much emptiness.

"Why sin? Looking back? Maybe your actions have shaped a lot."

"I don't know that right now. But..."

Oscar feels the sign of the woman behind him. Loving thoughts naturally made him smile.

"If he's had a hard time, if he can reach it, I'll help him no matter what. Never abandon.... That's a lot already"

In Oscar's brain, the scream of the girl I heard earlier in my dream comes back to life.

He can't tell if that's really what happened, or if it could have been avoided.

When I just remember that voice, I feel the pain of being able to put my nails up on my soul. Even if she said it was enough, he wouldn't be able to ignore it if he stood on that spot again.

The witch did nothing to the approaching Oscar.

I stare at him with my emotionally invisible green eyes.

Oscar looked directly at her, resembling her mother, as she regained her grip on Acacia. Reduce distance step by step while maintaining a straight posture.

"Whether it was tampered with or done, now is the time for me. That's why I resist you. I'm not gonna let you undermine it."

"Even if that distorts the world?

"Even so, move on from here. Nothing but here."

Oscar laughs ridiculously when he has fixed it many times.

Lavinia looked at him with clear eyes reminiscent of Tinasha somewhere.

Will to lay the present on top of the past.

If he lost his mind, he was going to fall into fatigue, but Oscar didn't stop his leg.

And he finally stands in front of the witch. Raising his hand with Acacia, he kept the witch's thin neck in shade.

"Something like this... I don't want you to die. Well, it's my fault."

"You're truly exhausted... and greedy. You can't just get tired of having the curse lifted, and the woman herself gets it?

"If the curse attracted him, you should thank him."

The witch raises a single eyebrow at the devious answer. I sent my gaze over Oscar's shoulder to Tinasha.

"That woman is no different than a witch, either. If a child were born between you, the child would still be a witch. Is that woman worth marrying for pushing that?

"Yes."

Oscar responded instantly. Then laugh fun.

"You're a witch girl. Superior. You're worth raising."

Lavinia broke her cold face. Instead it becomes a heartbroken face. She looked back and saw Kevin outside the juncture.

"How did you raise him?"

"He was such a son..."

Witches take a deep sigh into Kevin's words that seem sorry.

She saw Kevin and Tinasha and finally the Oscar. Bend your lips and laugh sarcastically.

"One day, you might wish you'd just killed me now, huh?

"Then we'll kill him then."

For the first time, the witch raised her voice and laughed at Oscar, who said it loosely. Unexpectedly she transfers into the unreachable air of the sword.

"Then you can do whatever you want. But..."

My eyes narrow. Quiet intimidation dominated the hall.

"There is no more foolishness. The time may come for us to get our asses together."

"Let's remember the liver"

The witch who heard the answer looked down at Oscar with her badly cut eyes for a moment.

But it was such an illusion of light that by the time he blinked and gazed, the witch was nowhere to be found.

It was already midnight around when Tinasha woke up.

She blinks several times in the dark, lying down and tracing her memories. But I still can't remember what happened after the witch disappeared. I guess my body had become intolerable in a series of wars. It's still a little disgusting.

In the dark room, she wakes up slowly. You noticed the sign, and Oscar, who was sleeping next door, opened his eyes.

"Tinasha?"

"Ugh... good morning..."

"You'll see, but not in the morning"

He sat next to Tinasha when he got up himself. I'll check her complexion.

"How's it going?

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired..."

Tinasha twisted her neck when she saw the room clothes she was wearing as she answered.

"That, did I change? There was blood on it, wasn't there? I remember the wound was blocked."

"I took a bath and made him change. That was fun."

…………

"It's a lie. I made her an officer."

"Your jokes suck."

Tinasha inflates her cheeks.

It's strange that he's being put to sleep next to him in the first place, naturally. I suspect that the annoyance continues to be cautious, but I also feel something unintelligible.

Oscar was laughing ridiculously, but when he laughed, he stroked Tinasha's hair.

"Sounds like you made me fight tough. Sorry."

Tinasha smiles at the man's words.

At that time, Lazar, who had been let out of the room, first met Kevin on his way to explain the situation, and then parted with the previous king to call Tinasha.

That's how Oscar was already in the witch's curse when she rushed. Tinasha broke in between him falling in blood and a witch staring down at him in silence, sliding her consciousness into Oscar's curse as she battled her way through the border.

"Honestly, you might have lost, even if it wasn't while sheltering you. He was stronger than the witch I used to kill."

"Was that so"

Oscar swallows his sigh.

Still, the witch who fought him seemed to be on the loose. It is the thought of once again knowing the horror of a magician with mighty power.

Tinasha shrugs her shoulders reluctantly.

"I don't even want to deal with you anymore. You didn't ruin the hump configuration so much."

It's just a loss of magic to put together, the queen of magical powers sighed.

Oscar tilts his neck.

"Really? Though I think it was quite a struggle. If it wasn't for you, he'd be dead."

"They're witches. You're just lucky to have broken the curse."

To her words, Oscar remembered the girl he saw in the curse. He pulls Tinasha's long hair around his fingers.

"Is that your memory? You were adorable inside."

"Don't tell me because I'm embarrassed."

It's dark and it doesn't look good, but I guess it's blushing. Oscar laughed at her pointing that way.

And I knew it, but I still think I was the one who helped her four hundred years ago. Otherwise it would have been in the curse and he wouldn't have been able to get into the child's memory of her.

I remember screaming in my dreams, trying to hear about it, but he kept his mouth shut.

It's the past. I don't need to know. She will teach herself one day if she needs it.

"Tinasha, I'm sorry."

"Hmm? What?

"It was 400 years ago."

"Heh!?

She raised her bare voice. Round your dark eyes and look back at Oscar.

"Why are you apologizing? What's wrong with you?

"No..."

Oscar tapped her head lightly.

"You're not just thankful, are you? There must be grudges too. Why did you rewrite the past or disappear afterwards?"

That is also what he himself thinks.

My mother helped herself, and I appreciate that above all else.

But I can't help but think of the contraindications I made for it, and the exchange for my mother's own life.

Until then, you didn't have to help me, I can't say very well. I just wanted you to be alive. I wanted you to look at yourself, too. I wanted them to take care of what they thought too, just as I took care of them.

Oscar closes his eyes.

For him, it's a word that doesn't have the first person to say it.

But Tinasha is not. She has herself.

"Even if I don't remember, I'm me. You would've been sick the whole time, wouldn't you? Sorry."

"Oh no..."

Tinasha looked back at him like he was in trouble.

An indelible wound and deep darling. Everywhere such things lead to the back of dark eyes.

When she tried to say something, but swallowed the word, she looked up at him again. A small white hand takes his hand. Tinasha tangled her own fingers and put his big hand on her smooth cheek. Bright, unmatched smile.

"... very happy. Thank you."

It was warm, unprotected affection itself.

Oscar breathes as he sees a smile tangling his spirit. I gently mouthed my soft lips with my hands touching my cheeks intact.

If only thoughts without words could be conveyed.

I want you to understand undefined emotions.

He didn't know if it was the body or the spirit that was feverish.

When Oscar leaves his face, he peeks into Tinasha's dark eyes.

"Don't let me be saved by you."

To the groaning of his beloved man, Tinasha gave him a naive smile.

That's a look that won't attract him. Oscar strokes slowly from eyelid to lip as he loves, with his touched hand. Holding her eyes narrowed, I mouthed her again. Face your ears as you support your luxurious body that is about to lose strength.

"Are you hesitating to keep your power?

A bittersweet question. Apparently she soon figured out what the word meant. One bad voice returns.

"Did you notice...?

"That's a good reason. All you have to do is resist."

When Oscar let go of his face, he smiled bitterly and stared at her.

- - Spiritualists weaken when they lose their purity.

Tinasha sighed when asked why she refused.

She doesn't only use spiritual magic, but she is also certain that she tends to rely on this special and powerful magic. Now, if we lose our purity, the magic of composition will jump in various situations.

Most of all, I know she can't stay like this forever herself. I will soon be married to Falsus, a man who should be queen.

But the lapses and defeats of the past six months since I woke up had frightened her to diminish her power. If I didn't have the time, I would think.

Even though I have so much magic that I can't compare to a normal magician, I think it's my mind that's weak to be afraid.

But even though I know it, I hesitate.

Oscar wrapped his hands around her cheeks so as to block the thought of the depressed Tinasha. Turn your leaning face upwards.

"I don't know what it is to say this with all the help. Whether you get weak or you can't use magic, I'll protect you from that. I'll give you everything you lose."

"Oscar......"

Tinasha breathed naturally.

I always feel the temperature when I'm with him. From the heat that burns your spirit to the warmth that makes you want to cry.

He's the one who gives me more power than I need. It also makes me believe in myself.

Oscar smiled as he mouthed her lid about to cry out.

"Well, never mind. It's not like I can't wait less than a year, and I respect your hopes because I can't stay with you all the time until then. I don't care either way."

It's a word full of room.

Tinasha laughs unexpectedly.

She turned her arms around the man's neck and deposited her body, as she did when she first met him in the basement of the castle.

- Whatever's going on, I'm going to choose my own destiny.

Never again, I'm not going to lose to anyone or anything. I don't put a reason for weakness on him.

Believing that it was this thought that would help, she closed her eyes.