Unnamed Memory

Wake up.

That's not in a physical sense.

It's just a concept.

She just woke up.

Breathe.

Born off.

Dispose of records.

All you want is the presence of one man.

And with her own definition, she began to create consciousness in order to make that beautiful figure appear in the world.

Morning signs enter the large room through the window.

I thought I heard a bird twitch I shouldn't have heard, and Oscar looked up. When you look at the clock, it's time as usual. I'm a little uncomfortable with my body because of yesterday's battle, but I'll be fine with this.

Waking up and looking to the side, Tinasha was round with her knees.

"What kind of sleeping minister..."

She looks like a child and pulls black hair.

I had expected it, but I was not scared enough to pull it off softly once or twice. I had no choice, so I put my hand on my shoulder and shook it big.

The dark eye opens with a whisper. She shook her head and looked up at the man.

"Sleepy............"

"... if I marry you, do I have to wake you up for the rest of my life?

Her eyelids closed again while she gave up half and whined so.

Trying to wake her up again, Oscar puts his hand on her forehead.

And when he gently closed his eyes and tongued, he rose with her left on the sleeping table.

The facts revealed about the king's mother surprised the heavy ministers who were present in yesterday's battle.

Fortunately, people were paid thoroughly by Kum and Ars and others, so it was limited to the people who originally knew about the curse, but they still never expected the former king to marry the witch's daughter.

I also added to them that Oscar briefly explained the Elteria thing and that there are people after it who don't wake up surprised them again. It seems that only Kevin had originally heard about Elteria from his wife, and he just rounded his eyes to the fact that there was the same thing in Trudar.

Now that he's finally settled down after one night, Oscar tries to get back to the office and start his routine.

Lazar sighed as she brewed the tea.

"It's kind of a surprise..."

"I'm stuttering, too."

Lazar grinned bitterly at the king hammering him with serenity that he seemed not surprised at all.

Kevin's pushing off the other parent's considerable opposition to getting married was something everyone knew if he was a heavy minister, but he didn't even see that parent as a witch.

Oscar takes the pen with his cheek cane.

"Well, you'd disagree. You don't want a house with a magician's sword to marry your own daughter."

"I guess so. If Tinasha's parents were alive, they might have disagreed."

Lazar has since raised a few topics, but he hasn't heard about Oscar's use of Elteria to make contact with past Tinasha. A good man would notice, and it would be no surprise not to notice. From what Oscar has seen, Lazar and others seem to be the latter.

He tilts his neck as he hands the paperwork to Oscar.

"With that said, did Master Tinasha return?

"No, I've been putting him to sleep because he had a slight fever. There's a woman watching."

"Your Majesty... who are you..."

"I didn't do anything. What's with those eyes?"

Oscar glanced at him as if he had lost sight of him.

"I woke up a little in the middle of the night, but I fell asleep right away. Sounds pretty good to me."

"Oh... I guess I can't even do that. Because it seemed spicy yesterday."

Deal with curses, kidnappers and witches day after day, and fatigue will be close to its limit.

In the same situation, but King Farsas has flatly resumed his work, it was cruel to compare her luxurious body to Oscar.

"If the fever doesn't go down after lunch, let's put Tuldar in touch"

"Yes, I did. And this is the attendance of the countries at this year's ceremony."

Oscar looked disgusted when he saw the paperwork given to him by Lazar separately.

"It's a pain in the ass..."

"You can't do without it! Think of it as an engagement announcement and give up!

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Oscar, who was spearheaded by childhood taming, took one sigh as he looked up at the ceiling with his cheek cane.

Tinasha woke up after noon.

The original breakdown was also due to fatigue linked to magic. Rest from sleep lowered the fever, not until complete demodulation, but so that I could get up.

First, she returns to her bedroom when she is helped by a woman officer to bathe and change. I closed my eyes as I sat down when I was paid to be alone. And explore the magic in your body.

Tinasha grinned bitterly, confirming her magic, which was now as silent as the sea. There is also a complete integration of new intakes from Simila. Probably when it comes to the amount of force available, it will line up with Travis and Lavinia already.

She couldn't stop sighing, however, remembering yesterday's battle.

I'm glad there was an Oscar then, but if one of her was fighting from the front, it's dangerous if she could have won. Witches who rely on the Spirit, but have no one to the right in the curse, quickly used the technology to render them powerless.

But she thought it was also gratifying to taste the difference in power.

I want to draw a little something from it by fighting the existence above. When I fought Travis, I got the feeling that my consciousness would be sharp.

It's still possible for me. I wanted to shape that.

Tinasha assembles in an instant in both her widened arms.

Seriously quantifying the elaborate tattoos - but I noticed the signs and looked up.

When I see it, there is a woman standing on the terrace. That's the face I just saw yesterday. You can't forget.

Tinasha patrolled, but when she stood up and stopped by the window, she unlocked it. Bring the woman inside.

She looked at Tinasha as she tilted her neck faceless.

"You were so careless yesterday today."

"I think so, because I think I need to talk to you"

Tinasha looked back at the silent witch who stood softly as she shrugged her shoulders into a bitter mix of laughter.

"I know you don't have to tell me, but you should seal that sphere"

"Right...... I'll give you a word of advice. - Speaking of which, why didn't you take that sphere away from Falsus when you cursed him?

"I didn't know where it was. I didn't even feel like looking. But do you know where that idiot used it?

Tinasha nearly laughed out at the words calling Oscars to her senses. But barely keep your expression calm.

"They say it's in the treasure trove, but the one he used is the one in Turdar. Because he said it was in a different color than it was in Falsus. Definitely."

"... to Turdar? Isn't that one?

The two women face each other.

Lavinia had a stunned face against Tinasha, who was slightly blinded. Tinasha tilts her little neck.

"How far do you know about that sphere?

"I'd like to hear that, too. I was deposited about two hundred years ago from the fortune teller of the journey. I hear it's a magic tool that can trace back time and change the past if you're ready."

"Are you ready..."

That's odd to say. The user is certainly tested for readiness. We have to put the present back on the blank for the past.

Tinasha asked what she had been wondering since both.

"Does the alteration mean that the distortion clearly appears? In other words, things like the laws of nature and the maintenance of the world."

"Any result is distorted if you think about it before it was altered. But we can't recognize it after the tampering. I don't know if it would contravene the laws of nature or the maintenance of the world until we get results again. It's just... the occupier who deposited the sphere said that using that sphere was like plugging a stick into a pile of deposits"

Tinasha thinks into Lavinia's story.

I don't know until I get the results, which means they can't find out about it at the moment.

But if you plug a stick into the mountain, it will collapse from mountain to mountain eventually. Or is the stick part of the mountain with certainty of stability?

Tinasha, depressed by the maze of thought, looked up, however, noticing Lavinia's gaze. Tell her what she knows instead.

Lavinia, who had always frowned, tongued lightly when she explained that the sphere in question had the name Elteria, that there were probably two, one of them in the treasure trove of Trudar, and that there was a man who was quite lost but wanted it.

"It was probably the man who taught me about you guys. The look matches."

"Huh..."

"Time is about right after the guy let you go. It was frigid, but for now, when I took the back, it seemed true, so I came to Falsus."

Tinasha was relieved.

Even if Valt let her go, he was hitting her next hand right away. I felt a conspiracy coming after me wherever I was, and she was a little pale.

Lavinia stared at such a woman with no expression, but sighed lightly. There was something in the trick that made me feel strange and mother.

"It's about being careful at best. I'll use whatever means I can."

"… advise painful"

"Okay, I'm going home"

The witch turns her back gently and forms a metastasis. Tinasha reached for its back.

"Wait!

"What?"

Tinasha turned to her confused face, turning only her neck and inquiring.

"Did you come to talk about the ball?

"Right. I can't trust that fool unless I push my precautions. You take the reins."

Emotionally invisible words.

But Tinasha felt something there hurting like a thorn. What I've been grabbing on my chest. A question that no one could ask slips off my lips.

"... do you think it's a sin to twist the past and help someone in exchange for yourself?

Lavinia looked back at each body in the inquiry brought about by her faint voice. Stare straight at Tinasha.

Green eyes glowed strongly. After a few moments of silence, the witch opens her mouth.

"No matter how much I love you, I shouldn't change who I am. The past should endure. Not to mention it would only be a stupid act, such as redeeming itself. You've been helped. You'll see. It's not just about the body living."

- That's a tough word.

But it must also be one truth.

Those who are helped in exchange for their existence must live with that wound all the time. Some people will want to build up the regrets of losing their opponents and that is what they want to go back to.

The witch is probably sad and angry at her daughter.

Rosalia tore the child's heart out of his death while helping his son. Without Lavinia's intervention, it could have created a chain of tragedies.

Tinasha couldn't say anything and just smiled lonely.

She also has a problem that she needs to have. There's a problem that won't disappear as long as you're alive.

She's just not alone. That was very fortunate.

Lavinia responds to Tinasha's silence by raising her eyebrows gently.

"That curse was brilliant. You don't have to worry about the definition name part because it was just sealing the memory of an idiot in conjunction with guardianship. And the structure of the battle... if you hadn't slept and gotten older, I would have become a monster like no other."

"... thank you"

Tinasha bowed her head with a complex look on her complex praise.

There are signs that the configuration will be put together.

And when she looked up, the witch was already gone from the spot without a greeting.

The abruptness. But it also seems like she is.

Tinasha, who was left alone, took a deep breath thinking of the future, laying her eyes on the fragments obtained and the sentiments of resurrection.

Covered by a bumpy stone wall, the staircase leads deep underground.

The man was down there cautiously, but in a hurry. The left hand is accompanied by the wall from time to time, while the right hand takes care of the warm wrap. The lights glowing in the ceiling at equal intervals were creating a long black shadow of a man.

End of staircase going endlessly down to depth.

There is no one beyond that. It's just full of cool air.

As the man stood at the entrance to the wide space, he embraced the soft wrap in his arms, wandering the madness eyes like possessed.

In the afternoon the queen returned to Trudar, bowing her head with whom she was worried.

He replies with a bitter smile, especially apologizing to Regis and his neighbors, who had been replacing him with his shoulders for three days of work, when he was absent.

"Don't worry about that. Is your body okay?

"It's just that. I'll work."

"No. Take the day off."

Tinasha hung up on the words of the next king.

Easily paying people and leaving only Regis and Renate, she tells the truth about this kidnapper. They rounded their eyes to a series of stories about magic fixtures going back in time and wrapping them around.

"Did you have something like that..."

"I sealed it, though. Sorry to keep your mouth shut."

"No, that's a wise decision"

Regis' words were breathtaking.

A magic device that contradicts the laws of magic has been sleeping in Trudar for a long time. You can't be surprised. Not to mention that some people know about its existence and are after it. He tightened his face to nervousness.

Tinasha nods when she sees it.

"He's an enemy who doesn't even know his identity, but he's oddly hand-wrestling, and he's divine. I don't know what kind of hand you're gonna hit next, so please be careful."

"Yes, sir."

Next to Regis, who answers, Renate gives a serious thank you.

Fixing his gaze to the ceiling, Regis arm wrapped with a difficult face.

"Is it magic equipment that can jump in the past? That's horrible. What do they use it for?"

"Technically, the moment someone uses it, it's gone."

The temperature of the field drops to Tinasha's words.

Even if the user wanted a trivial fix, he wouldn't know how the result would fall. When you're born with moments, you don't know where or how they change.

Regis, who was hammering with a difficult look, stares at Tinasha. Noticing that gaze, she tilted her neck.

"What's up?

"Oh no... I wondered what would have happened to Trudar if it hadn't happened four hundred years ago"

Tinasha glances lightly at the man's doubts with a bitter smile.

- If Oscar hadn't helped the kid's girlfriend.

She waved for the first time, captured by such an unanswered fantasy.

Cesar's royal palace was surrounded by dark air.

The defeat the other day killed most of the people who dominated politics. So much so that the escaped patriarch is also missing, and there is talk that he was captured by Falsus.

But the fact that there are no more supporters of the dreaded evil gods is a gratifying story for the remaining sane humans. With that in mind, Cesar's castle, though, could not wipe its dark feelings at the scarcity of talent remaining.

Only the disillusioned king and his one son, Romka, and a few civilians, can move now. No one else is more hegemonic than he can lead the country. All such people were buried by the Order.

Cesar may be slowly doomed as he is - two men walking fast through the hallway of the royal palace filled with such a renunciation.

One is a fairly young civilian man and the other is a prince of this country. The two youngest of the remaining human beings in the royal palace awaited the day when the reign of the Order lay low in their breath.

"Anyway, Your Highness, we must hurry and rebuild."

"I can't open my mouth to the people. Many human beings have been mourned."

"The country's affairs are barely moving. Not only that, but the traders have not come, and as they are..."

Merchants in other countries have long distanced themselves from the increasingly devastating César. Still, until now, the humans ruled by the Church ruled the people in dictatorship and managed to preserve the form of the country.

But now the hoop is off, and everything is about to fall apart brittle.

I want to stop here, I think so strongly, the two of them were walking down the invisible hallway ahead.

Romka, the prince, rolls the paperwork at hand.

"You're overwhelmingly underfunded... They almost used it. In a situation like this, I'd rather raise taxes than lower them. I'd rather give you assistance."

There are many mothers and sons who have lost fathers by conscription, old men who have been deprived of their sons, and such people in the country. Romka thought there was no future without helping them.

A civil servant makes a bitter face at the wishes of a prince who is noble but sees no concrete means.

"Can you get help somewhere?"

"You can dispose of what's left of the treasure trove if you need it. Let's do something about it."

Two hurried paths, but suddenly three men blocked them. Romka looks at the faces of the obstructors and breathes. They were the remnants of a denomination that ruled this country until the other day.

"I heard an interesting story, Your Highness. If we're going to dispose of the treasure, I want us to stand together."

"Don't be ridiculous! Who do you think did this country so much!

"I couldn't say anything when the Patriarch was here. Even if His Highness were told, it wouldn't be convincing."

Romka tided her face to a mocking voice that rose as she indicated her consent. But at the same time, the wars call for cold sweat. - They are magicians without exception. And I don't have the power to fight it. Looking at the civilian next door, he has looked back at Romka with a pale face.

Are you finally about to walk out front, but that path will be closed again?

A cool voice echoed in Romka's ears, dripping in despair, but out of place.

"I have a story for those who keep the national politics of César...... Can they be eliminated? His Highness Romka."

The voice of a young man. Seeing it, a man stands behind the sorcerers of the Order.

I don't know who it is, but suddenly to help, Romka raised her voice.

"That's right, you dumb bastard! If I can, I want to get rid of it!

"Then don't hesitate"

Strangers acted quickly.

The arrow tip, created from the man's hand, where the three magicians angrily tried to form a configuration and look back, tangles the three at an unresponsive rate. The thin blue glowing configuration tightened the men's throats as they offset the nearly assembled composition of the three.

I hear an unpleasant noise and my neck bones are broken. A sloppy, powerless body was thrown down on the floor.

Unexpectedly turning away, Romka calls out a cool voice completely unchanged from the previous one.

"Now you can talk. Please dispose of the body there."

"Oh, oh... thank God"

Romka once again sends his gaze to the man on the three corpses.

When he noticed the prince's gaze, he raised the Trudar crest on his arm to show it.

When he changed places, the man named Renate briefly told him what to do.

That is, that Trudar wants to buy up the rights to the giant crystal cave north of César.

Romka also knew that there seemed to be an area in the north where quality crystals could be picked, but due to the proximity of the Tairi border and the past downfall, it is now largely abandoned. Trudar, a magical nation, naturally wants crystals for the ingredients of magic implements, but Romka was surprised why it was now.

The question will increase even further when it comes to the presentation of specific amounts. Approximately enough money for a year's state budget was shown in the documents.

Romka leaked her honest sigh.

"Thankful story, isn't this... too much?

"The actual buyout amount is this quarter. The rest, near the Tairi border, will be used as a security deposit between mining. After the mining, I want it back. I don't care how many years it takes."

Trudar and Tayri are never in friendship. Naturally because it is a magical power and a nation that repels magic. Finally, during the mining, Cesar will tell Tayri that Turdar humans will enter and leave near the Tayri border.

But that's a lot of money. Besides, it's a strange story not to fix a return deadline.

Romka looks straight at Renate. Drawing on the intent of that gaze, Renate grinned bitterly.

- - It's all simply Trudar's favor.

This was one way to help Cesar rebuild, albeit not to stand out.

Regis laughed and agreed to the assistance proposed by the returning queen.

It might come in handy some day if I sold my thanks to Cesar, who borders Tayri and Farsas. Regis had decided that that would not be a much higher investment.

"If you're satisfied, I'll officially bring you a letter later."

Romka, enlightened by Trudar's unspeakable intentions, bowed his head when he stood up.

"Regards... I would like you to tell the Queen that there are no words of gratitude"

"I do tell you"

Renate narrows her eyes much more when she confirms some of the details. Or this is the question I put to my mouth that might be the real deal.

"So... do you know where the evil god in the example was based? If you can, I'd like to do an investigation to stop the concern of my guardian."

César's two breathtaking questioning.

They had no idea if there was still any remnants of the evil gods who had eroded the country over the centuries.

Returning, Renate visited the office where the queen was.

Usually to her desk, she is falling asleep in a long chair placed in the corner of the room, with Regis handling the job instead. To a light-eyed Renate, Regis said, "You look tired. I'd really like to carry it to my bedroom," he chuckled.

The queen, who returned yesterday, is not feeling stable because she has a slight fever to say she is fine. Perhaps this is the state of compromise between Regis, who recommends rest, and her insistence that she do her job, Renate deduced.

"So, how'd it go?

"Pleased. Of course, it seemed painful."

"Yes. That's good"

Upon receiving a specific report, Regis began to write a document to file a formal letter. Ask overlapping with eyes dropped on the paperwork.

"What about the other one?

"I've seen it. There was an underground cave dug into the forest near the border, and there was a deep hole in the middle of it."

"Was there anything left?

"It was beautiful and refreshing. There was nothing left. As much as I feel a little distracted... The spirits have seen it, but nothing."

"Right..."

Another curse was broken.

This fact will soon be known all over the continent. If Trudar leaves the result as an opponent of the curse, the curse itself could sooner or later become a relic of the past.

Regis smiled all the time, thinking for a moment of such a dreamy ideal.

Of the five great powers on the continent, Falsus and Gandona invite people from various countries once a year to set up diplomatic venues.

It was in the name of Falsas celebrating the king's birthday and Gandona's founding day

, in fact, it was the day when the human beings of the nations would gather to explore what was going on in other countries and there would be implicit negotiations to have a relationship.

More than ten days after the battle against the witch, Tinasha, completely demodulated, looked blatantly disgusted as she read the documents sent to her about the Farsas ceremony, which was two weeks later.

"Something about this, me, isn't it an invitee? Hardly."

"I'm engaged, and there's a revelation, isn't there?

Mira hammers as she drinks tea at the table across the desk.

The document that arrived from Farsas to Tinasha had plans for the day, but she asked to turn to the hospitality of the invitees as a companion to the half Oscar. With her departure it is clear that she will be married to Falsus, the queen of Trudar, but also half of Falsus.

Tinasha held her head to the complexity of the position.

"I don't mind diplomacy... I have a better feeling about needles"

"It was both public and private, that man. You'll be jealous, I'm sure."

"Hey, hey, hey."

Tinasha looks back again at the paperwork from top to bottom. At the end of it it was written in a running letter, "I'll have the dress ready, so you should come straight away". In her fiancée's handwriting, she laughs naturally small.

Tinasha stood up with the paperwork, walking to the window and sitting on the window frame with it open. Soft-blowing wind rocks her dark hair. She looked out as she narrowed her eyes to the tickle.

About seven months or so after I woke up in this era. Looking back, it seems like a long time.

But it was a very fulfilling life. Same month I spent with Oscar as a kid, or happier than that.

Just from time to time, Tinasha feels guilty about being happy. On top of the sacrifices and good intentions of many, I exist today. I don't think we should forget that every time we think about the past.

But she didn't want to be disgusting and masochistic again because of that.

How will the world turn if the living stretch their breasts?

The person left walks straight forward. That's what she thought we should do.

Tinasha smiled hauntingly and looked out at the strange smell at that time. The Spirit notices the trick of leaning his neck.

"Dear Tinasha, what's wrong?

"No... I think I smelled strange magic."

I didn't feel it.

"Is it your fault? Maybe someone's practicing magic."

Tinasha gently recoiled and went down through the window frame.

For the three days he was away, he left the Spirit in the castle, but has received reports that he has not changed anything in particular. Many people use magic in research and training in a castle with many magicians. Tinasha recalled that it was not enough to care.

She puts the paperwork back on her desk. When she pulled her chair and smiled at her desk and looked like the queen, Tinasha went back to work processing the stacks of paperwork.