Unnamed Memory

The sky is dyeing a light purple color.

Gask went outside to open the front door of the store as the sunset lurked his breath in the alley.

His whorehouse in the western backtown is famous for having many customers, albeit not big. Nobles and big merchants also come to visit hiding their identities. Now the number of customers has increased before.

If you look around, the lights are slowly starting to light the stores around. Gask, distracted by what could be described as a fantastic landscape, returned his gaze to his shop and realized that there was one woman standing in front of him.

Long dark hair reaching to the waist retains a deeper luster than silk. The white side was a finished creation, like a work of art, and more mysterious than that.

The woman notices Gask and looks back. To his breathtaking beauty, he stared at her so much that the hole opened.

"Are you your husband here?

"Oh yeah... you want to work in a store or something?

Not very much, but this place, full of whorehouses, is not close to a woman with the noble beauty of this hand. You're a good person, and you'd be an upstream person.

But I still don't know anything else, so I asked Gask anyway.

When the woman moved her red lips and tried to answer it, but a man's voice caught up from behind.

"Tinasha, don't go first. Evaporate."

"I won't let you!

Gask glanced back at the cool voice.

The man who walks next to the woman and caresses her hair was the only one who could unite this country.

Clara and Simon, summoned in haste, were astonished to see a pair of men and women waiting there.

We both know the man. He is the young king who reigns over this falsas. When he pointed to the slightly grumpy neighbor, he introduced him as "my fiancée". What that means is that she is the queen of the magical powers that are her neighbors.

They are two men of unparalleled power besides power. Clara had at least one idea why those two came here.

- This is finally the time.

She bit her lips so much, but at the same time she felt she had done nothing wrong. I just sang. How can that be a sin? She was convinced that it would be difficult to prove it, even if there was a clear causal link between her song and their death.

But Clara didn't notice.

Simon standing behind her, looking straight at Tinasha with a set eye that even drifted away.

The queen is taking his gaze straight.

Oscar, who was talking to Gask about something, looked back at the three of them to see if the negotiations were finally over.

"Then have them sing"

"You don't have to."

Tinasha shrugged her shoulders. White fingers point straight at Simon.

"It is he who has the power. If you have something to say, let me ask you."

Various pointers.

Oscar and Clara's attention goes to Simon. He bowed his head in silence.

"Uh..., Simon, isn't it? You said it right."

"Is that true? Tinasha."

"It's true. Women have only a slight magic power. If I could do something, it would be him... would you call the Spirit? The superior demons know people who have killed people."

Tinasha does not take her gaze off Simon while wearing her temples.

He turned it down clearly with his head down.

"No, don't bother your hand, Your Majesty. You're right, that's what I did."

"Simon!?

"Clara, I'm sorry. I was wondering if you'd stay in your room."

The man smiles gently.

The usual smile. But my eyes don't see anything. I haven't even seen her now.

Three years after we met, for the first time, Clara thought, "I don't know who he is."

"I solved it in no time"

"Why do I look sorry! If you want to play, you can play."

"No, nothing. That's good."

Oscar faces on his soft cheeks as he puts his hands on his hips and hugs Angry Tinasha from behind.

"I can't help but lose my body. I'll put on an audition when I get back."

"It's been a long time since I've had a feeling about moles!

"You're bloody all the time. What more do you say now?"

Gask had a puzzled face to the two that were twisted, but when he took one sigh, he looked back at Simon.

He had a quiet smile when he returned Clara to his room. A calm gaze is directed straight at Tinasha. She noticed it and raised her eyebrows. The man's voice sounds.

"We have heard that His Majesty the current Queen of Trudar is a rare magician, could you answer one question?"

"What is it?"

"Is it possible to kill large numbers of human beings at once by means of a spell?

- I was asked a similar thing earlier.

Tinasha blinks lightly with a seeping look of intimidation.

"It depends on how you do it, but you can't do it directly. We can fight people who are potentially hostile..."

"... Really?"

To Simon, who pulled back, the king asked, holding Tinasha from behind.

"Why are you asking me that?

"No, I've always wondered... It's because of Her Majesty the Queen, and soon I will be executed. I thought you wouldn't miss it now."

"Why do you care?"

"My village has perished with a curse."

The two of them round their eyes to Simon's answer.

To Oscar urging a detailed story, Simon told the end of his village that it happened three years ago with a bitter smile.

He said that there was his village in the corner of Mensan, a power more east of Gandona.

Many excelled in musical talent in a village that originally produced instruments from time immemorial.

His sister was the best singer in the village, against Simon, who excelled in harp and composition. Simple but pure adorability and clear singing, the suitor said she had met one man in the woods one day after another.

She didn't tell Simon more about the man. I just said, "I taught you a song that kills people."

Poor flowery sister pulled into her room from that day on and stopped going out. Simon broke into the room worried about her, who no longer took the meal satisfactorily, and said he was stunned when he saw the light that seemed possessed in his sister's eyes.

And he went out into the woods the next day. To find the one man who changed her.

But walking for more than half a day, he never met anyone. He tries to pull his tired legs back into the village, and that's when he comes across an incredible sight.

His village was burning bright red in the night.

I could see many people falling on the road even from afar.

No one is moving. A woman can be heard singing slightly from afar in a landscape reminiscent of a nightmare.

"When I found out whose it belonged, I turned my back on the village and ran away. I was kind of very scared. I felt like no one was alive at the earliest. Yes, even my sister, who was singing a song I had never heard..."

Simon closed his eyes when he closed the story.

Tinasha with a frown waves her cover.

"Is that... is it really because of your sister's curse? I can't think about it for a second. Why didn't you find out?

"I know I was timid. Still, if I went back then again, I wouldn't be able to step into the village. That's how unusual the sight was then. I learned then that nightmares can happen in real life."

Simon waves lightly. There was an indelible awe in his eyes.

"But I spoke to His Majesty and I was a little distracted, too. Because I've never been able to tell anyone. … thank you"

"And what does that have to do with you killing people?

In contrast to the puzzling Tinasha, the cold-blooded Oscar grins sarcastically.

Simon laughed sunny.

"No, I have nothing to do with it. I just wanted to thank Clara a little for helping me."

"Are you thankful to kill people?

"Even if the death calling singer and reputation spread, a guest comes for it. Curiosity is a difficult thing. Since I started putting my hands down, the number of guests she's looking for has doubled."

Tinasha exposed her discomfort to Simon, who laughs at the victim as a little fool. At the same time he pokes the belly of a man who is trapping himself in his arms with his elbow with admonition.

But Oscar was flat as if nothing had been done.

"And... how little they saw Clara as a person. Proud, have you treated her like a bug? You don't understand, do you?

"... I don't know for sure"

Imagination has its limits. Tinasha knew about it.

No matter how much you imagine and sympathize, sometimes you can only make it mean something cliché.

'But for her, wouldn't it have been much happier to be with you than to have some haters die and you be executed here?

I tried to say those words, but Tinasha swallowed them. I look up at the man behind me instead.

I'll take care of it.

"Oh, thank God. Let the soldiers take you."

Tinasha glances at Simon. He just smiles and says nothing more.

Seeing the look, she bit her lip at the unspoken mood.

It's totally dark outside.

Als, who was walking down the hallway of the castle, stopped to notice Doan, Sylvia and the other magicians solidifying in the window facing the courtyard.

When I look at them, they are uniformly looking out the window. Is it even on the light? Only that part is unusually bright outside.

"What? What's going on?

"Oh, Your Majesty is playing with Master Tinasha."

"Are you playing?

Looking down alongside them in surprise and inquiry, there, under the magical lights, their master and his fiancée were meeting their swords. There is plenty of room for the man against Tinasha, who is sweating and waving his sword.

"That's expensive! Please lower it a little bit!

"I can't. Compromise here"

The metallic sound of a sword bump into the conversation. Ars tilted his neck at the question, which was expensive but normal but not sure.

"What are you talking about? That's..."

Looks like they're negotiating a grain tariff.

…………

All I can say from the field is that the Oscars are sloppy no matter what. Negotiations are continuing so that we can fold into Tinasha, which is getting fatigued due to the difference in health and arms.

But she still didn't try to give in.

"If you don't lower me, I'll bust you!

"You, that's blackmail."

"Mm-hmm!

Tinasha steps in as she bows herself. I swung my sword up diagonally.

But when Oscar played it without difficulty, he waved a practice sword down her neck, stopping his hand on the brink.

"Well, then you can make that 70%. But instead, lower our textile tariffs."

"... ok"

Tinasha made a quick calculation in her head, but it doesn't mean either would be disadvantageous. Turdar is cheerful this year and has excess cereal, which would be just fine.

She prepared her breath as she sat down on the ground.

"So, are you deliberately bringing in negotiations when I'm freaking out?

"Naturally. When judgment is dull, it's an initial step."

"Tighten it at the top..."

She stood up with her hands on her knees. Ni's arm and hips are bruised. I applied healing to them that were going to be moles.

"You're moving better than before. Because of the actual battle?

"Oh, is that true? I'm a little happy with that."

When it came to magic, there was a sense that the survey had been sharpened in recent battles, but I didn't know anything about the sword. Tinasha smiled at the evaluation of a man who was also a teacher.

"Is it time to go up? I'll get you dressed so you can sweat it out."

"Yes."

Oscar looks up when he waves his sword gently.

When he gazed at Ars as he watched from the inside, King Falsus smiled badly at people.

"What's wrong with that man?

Tinasha, who rented a bathroom in Oscar's room, changed into a thin silk white dress and asked the man behind her as she combed her wet hair.

Sitting on the sleeping table, Oscar stares at her as she puts a cheek wand on her raised knee. The curves of the soft limbs were floated by fine fabrics and bewildered to soothe.

Tinasha looks back as she dries her hair to an answer she doesn't return.

"Oscar?"

"Hmm? Yeah, if you hear all the circumstances, you're executed. Be very careful with women."

"I see."

The queen put her fingers of both hands through her hair. When I checked my hair to dry while I was looking at it, I took it back. Carefully combed, she sat next to Oscar.

"It's a strange story, isn't it... I thought it was suspicious that the man your sister met in the woods."

"Do you still care? That could be a lie, right?

"It didn't look that way."

Oscar didn't affirm either, but I agreed with that.

Perhaps Simon is not lying. And the incident dramatically changed his life.

"You may have witnessed the demise of the village, or you may have been fascinated by the curse. I also heard the song in question, but it was well done. If you let me create a song that will be the source of the curse, you may enter the realm of genius."

"I don't feel well. You were a weird guy."

I don't know how much the past has dropped on his spirit. But there was no way that new sins could be forgiven for that.

Tinasha puts her finger on her chin when she puts the jaw down.

"Isn't it in Falsus? An unexplained case of the village doomed."

"... there is. Two years ago, for sure. village near the southeastern border, at some point all the inhabitants were dead"

"What is the cause of death?

"A lot. A couple of days had passed when they were discovered. There were signs of burning and cuts between villagers. Anyway, they're all dead, so I can't even take testimony. It must have been handled with no idea what the cause was."

"Two years ago...... that's what the guy was saying three years ago, right? I'd like to see some national records, too."

"What, are you even aware of it?

Oscar stroked her nod as he inserted his hand into his freshly dried and warm dark hair. Tinasha shivered slightly as to whether she was ticklish or not, but the suspicious look remained unchanged.

"It's not specific, but it catches something, doesn't it? The first thing you can do with a spell is stir up your subconscious."

"Didn't you let them set fire to each other?

"Yes, I can theoretically do that, but I can't do that without my own kind of surgeon working on it all at the same time."

Oscar frowns at the woman's words.

That means you can take it that there are few other people who can do it besides her.

Perhaps the original suspicion was that the cause of the incident was not a curse.

"Still, I think there will be an extraordinary increase in the number of possible humans if a normal curse does not involve a song. I think, but still, you can't do it without being quite a magician. And if you're that much of a magician, unless you're a special person who specializes only in curses… it's usually quicker to attack a village"

"You think the magician destroyed the village?

"I suspect quite a bit. I don't know how far you directly put your hands down or used the curse, but the man you met in the woods is suspicious."

Tinasha breathed when she said that much. Tilt your little neck and look up at the man next door.

"It's like that. I'd like to do a little research."

"... you really don't stick your neck in weird things from yourself"

"Ugh. It's sexual."

"Well, it's a story that's happening in Falsus. It's a problem in case the same person causes it. Say anything you need to help me with."

"Thank you"

Tinasha laughed like a child when she held both knees. Oscar looks at the naive figure with his eyes narrowed.

"You're completely blind."

"Mmm. Did you tell Regis to expedite his exit?

"I said, I said. You told me to hurry up because it's dangerous. It would have worked just fine because I told him that I had engaged witches and the best demons."

"I was deluding you around the corner!

"Don't delude me!

Oscar holds the woman up on her lap as she scolds her. He slipped his mouth from his forehead to his cheeks and to his neck muscles as he captured his thin body. I can see Zhu giving away on his white cheek in the dark room.

"Come to me quickly."

Tinasha remembers to faint and deposits her weight with him.

The words whispered in his ear were awful and serious, and sweet enough to cause his soul to wander for that matter.

I feel like the air is moist and heavy and precipitating in the room. No sound. I can't hear anything. Only each other's body temperatures make them aware of reality.

- - People meet people, everything is a miracle.

The difficulty makes me want to cry.

How much joy and sorrow is interwoven to make the world. It is only a small point in it, such as your existence. That's why I was just happy to be next to him.

Tinasha tangles her fingers when she lays her own white hand over the hand of a man who is supporting her body. I shrugged, relieved by the feeling of being gripped back.

"It's a daytime story..."

"Which one?

The man who was mouthing on her shoulder raised his face. In his gaze Tinasha becomes one evil looking face.

"of the side chamber…. It's nothing. I don't curse or anything. So please, do like it. Your natural right."

"Not necessary. Never mind."

"Really?

"You be more confident. It just sounds disgusting from other women."

"And even if they say so,"

"From what I can tell, you're funnier in there than you are in your face or magic. I think there's a lot of people out there who just want the outside part."

Tinasha roared at the light pointer.

Her power and beauty are certainly remarkable, but only the closest people around her will look at herself minus it.

But I'm not going to tell anyone else that I want them to look at me.

This heterogeneous force is herself again. I've chosen to be. There is no regret there.

Oscar grabbed Tinasha's jaw and turned upwards. Peek into the dark eyes.

"Ask me something more than that."

"What is it?

"I want you to write a transfer formation from this room to your room."

"Heh? Fine, but why again?"

"To keep you company every day."

"I refuse!

Tinasha rolled over the sleeping table as she jumped off the man's lap. Lie on your back in the center and look up at the canopy. Oscar rose to his bedroom and sat next to her, twisting his swollen cheeks.

"Please?

"It hurts! It's not the attitude you're asking for!

When she burst out and ran away, she lay low. As he leans on the man's lap, he puts on a brilliant face.

I expected his face looked up to have a mean smile, as usual, but surprisingly he looked back at her with a serious face. Oscar caresses her head softly, inadvertently breathtaking.

"You'll notice in the bond you put on me, but I don't have that. I can't help but wonder if you're getting caught up in something again. Show me your face at least once a day."

"Oscar......"

I have a sense of concern. I don't think we should make secrets, but sometimes I hide them.

Maybe I'm overconfident in my power. Tinasha reflected on her difficulty.

"Excuse me. I don't know how to count on you."

"Well, if you say that's sweet, I hope it's sweet. If he dies, he'll be angry."

"… Copy that."

The rare queen wakes up her body. I put the corner of the room, out of the way, in my sight.

"Do you want to make it a one-way street? Bi-directional?

"In both directions. I'm in trouble when I go home."

"Oh, I was. Are you the only one who can authorize this?

"Of course."

Tinasha crouched her hands as she smiled. Start chanting. When combined in a not long but complex configuration, it made it stick against space. Tattoos appear on the floor. Tinasha looked back as she stretched up and confirmed it.

"Done. It activates when it enters the center."

"Right. Thanks."

It's this way to thank you.

She lay down again smiling bitterly. Oscar pulls the hair.

"If you don't wake up in the morning, I'll leave you alone."

"Ugh... I'll do my best"

Sleep early.

Oscar slapped her head gently when he told her so in a voice that he could hear her.

Tinasha closes her eyes.

The darkness that comes into being belongs to one person.

And the past. Dreams too.

Sleep next door. They never connect. But Tinasha didn't feel lonely there at the earliest.

We can be together because we're different. A warm feeling touches my eyelids. She smiled at the man's mouth.

"Oscar."

"What?"

"I love you, sweetheart."

For a moment.

But that's not anxiety or anything.

The man closed his eyes, when he mouthed her lips.

"I know."

And he answered with a stained voice.