Unnamed Memory

By the time the last month in a year also plunged in the middle, the castle capital of Falsus had refrained from the year close and full of lively buzz.

Even a month after the beginning of the year, I refrain from the king's wedding. The city now seeps through the atmosphere of celebration. But not all humans were ever welcome to that wedding. The woman who lives in a large mansion near the castle is also one of those who sees the city floating with boring eyes.

Turning twenty this year, she is not the rightful successor to this mansion. My lord, the nobleman, gave birth to a woman outside.

Her mother gave birth to her in Gandona, her homeland, and lived there as it were until she turned thirteen. For that reason, she had not had to deal with the missing child who shook Falsus, and at the same time as her mother disappeared when she was thirteen, she was to be taken over by her father.

She sighs as she wraps her fingers around her long golden sand hair.

It's about one man that I remember even though I don't want to.

He used to be closer than anybody, and now he's very far away. The last time I spoke to him, I already felt that the two raw people would never interact again.

I didn't love you more than I loved you. It's just a whim. There can be no one sadness or remorse.

But it still reminds me. It's shadowy even though you don't want it.

It's been almost six months. I want to forget about it.

But with so much hope, she could tell at the same time.

That I will probably never forget him.

- And that's probably why I stopped my ears from saying what such a suspicious man said.

For example, suppose a small forest was there.

In the forest the animals, the bugs, the trees live in whispers, and the forest moves loosely, but only keeps it intrinsic.

But when someone is interested in the forest and starts observing it, when they start experimenting - the forest becomes a boxyard and starts to distort.

Observers turn the world into boxyards.

Do the worms that live there have the power to escape from the boxyard?

The queen was overlooking a well-made boxyard.

The huge boxyard, created to mimic the continent, is filled with big desks. A small castle model was placed where she was on the map, and Tinasha leaked her admirable breath as she poked her finger at the tip of it.

"Amazing. Craftsmen."

"It's a six-month piece. Druza said she was going to rework it when she could."

Regis answers with a laugh.

The boxyard, modelled on force maps across the continent, was delivered to the castle today. Tinasha narrowed her eyes to the border divided using bright colors.

With the widest national territory is Falsus, which extends from the centre of the continent to the south. Trudar, which borders its Farsas for a long time, bordered Tayri and several small countries in the northeast, and a small country called Magdalusia in the south.

Confirm those countries one by one and the queen snorts.

"There used to be very few people living outside the castle capital."

"Does that mean the number of magicians is increasing"

"Hmm... Trudar is sucking up the magician from Taaili."

It was her policy four hundred years ago that made that cut.

Since the beginning of accepting persecuted magicians from Tayri, and the end of the war waged by buying that anger, Turdar has not been in the vortex of war until today. Because of the peculiar nature of magic.

The border of the model could be easily changed, so that the colored threads were fastened and separated in many places by fittings.

Regis grins as he walks across his country's borders.

"Now if you can marry Falsus, you're a rock for the time being. Good luck getting in touch."

"I will try... don't expect much about that"

She listens to every private request, but is her fiancée who never gives away anything public. Even when we got married, I didn't really think that would change that point.

You remembered in a worthless conversation. Regis confirms the clock.

"Isn't it time to try on your clothes? May I send it to you?"

"Oh, right. No, I can go alone. Thank you."

Tinasha quit the conference room, where the model was placed, to thank her for the wedding garments, which were being gradually completed with repeated temporary stitches.

It is a month and a half away from that turning point of her daughter-in-law to Falsus at the same time as her exit.

Once upon a time there was a princess in a small country.

She loved and lived happily ever after from everyone, but one day when Mr. and Mrs. Wang, who were out to another country, were attacked by thieves and lost their lives, she fell asleep in mourning.

For a year after that, the princess never came out of the room, even as her subjects tried to forgive her.

But one day a traveling magician listened to her and gave her an old mirror. As soon as she saw that mirror of sucking in grief, she said she stopped crying and began to show herself in front of people.

It is an old magpie passed down from the early Dark Ages.

Whispers rock people. People hear what they want to believe and are moved by sweet words.

He knew he couldn't kick it with weakness.

It's only natural that you want more hope than you are alive. It is common for people to hope for happier things than sad things and more fun than painful things. A man who cannot see the future proceeds with his ignorance as salvation.

But he, without his salvation, has only one hope. I don't hate trampling others for that.

It's a world that can be rewritten anyway. Pain and death will eventually be undone.

"Well, I tried to move it for now, but will it work?

He solitary, satisfied, but self-derisive.

And the world starts to shake again.

"Didn't His Majesty see Master Tinasha try it on?

"I'll see it the same day anyway, and nothing will be fine. That would look great on anything."

"You don't know if you're interested or not..."

Lazar shrugged her neck in a light cut back.

Arrangements such as invitations for the wedding day are already well advanced. Of course, preparation in conjunction with Trudar, but the workload is more overwhelming in Farsas, the one who welcomes the Queen.

Oscar tilted his neck as he handled them parallel to his usual job.

"Should Lavinia invite you?

"Wow, don't ask me."

Lazar lagged behind in the name of the witch who hit the king's fruitful grandmother. I don't know if it's audacious or fluent to say that she just nearly killed me during this time.

When he grinned bitterly at the panicking childhood, Oscar put his pen back on his temples.

"Well, I'll ask my dad later. I don't know where he originally lived."

"Does Master Tinasha have to ask me?

"I don't think he'll resist. He's going to ask me if I have to call him."

Unlike Oscar, who was born in this era, she has no blood relatives, who were originally human four hundred years ago. I grew up separated from my parents as soon as I was born in the original era. I guess I've lived a distant life to my family. For that matter, I was concerned about Oscar's blood relatives.

"You're a witch..."

Its presence stands in the shadows of the world with immense power.

He inherits the blood of only three women in the world.

And that immense power is what both the queen, who will be his bride, and their children, will be born.

But no matter how immense the power to live in an individual, he thinks it won't change the world. He, his wife, and his children will be buried in history, and eventually their blood and power will diminish.

I don't feel sorry for that. Naturally.

Oscar stood up smiling bitterly.

Two weeks from now, we celebrate the New Year. For the time being, it's a busy day at work.

But beyond that, if you think a woman walking with him would be waiting, even a troublesome job would be interesting.

Magdalusia was a small country.

It is made up of small castles and fewer than twenty towns and villages on as much national soil as the territory of the great powers. Most of them made their living on farm and livestock and lived their time in peace.

If it were not for Trudar facing the border, or this small country could have been placed under the occupation of another country for so long. But it didn't, and while cautious with minimal armaments, you probably didn't have to worry about external enemies for almost hundreds of years, thanks to the magical powers' lack of interest in other countries.

For that matter, the "tail of Turdar" is rarely used by small countries in the eastern part of the continent that are caught between the great powers and cannot stand the war.

But I wonder what those moves might be. If people could live in peace and tranquillity, the people of Magdalusia were proud of their country.

Queen Gemma wondered about her husband, who never woke up, and visited her bedroom only a week before the New Year.

King Woobert is in his mid-fifties. I don't see any signs of health. Working vigorously and often tending to pretend to be a fantasy, he was admired inside by the people because of that attitude of thinking of the country.

"Your Majesty? Are you sure you don't mind?

To the voice of the queen, whom I was worried, but I have not returned.

Gemma, anxiously walking over to her bedroom, rushed out of the room to go get people, as she gradually revealed the colour of suspicion to the king, who would not wake up again and again.

Gemma, who was distracted only by the king in a dark room with a thick curtain drawn, does not notice.

On the other side of the bedroom, that there was a mirror as old as a basin falling off.

Refrain from celebrating New Year's Eve, Tinasha, who was normally in government in the office, frowned that day at a project that had jumped in as a matter of urgency.

"What are you saying, at a time like this..."

"You think that's what put the king in a mysterious coma in Magdalusia? It's a magical entanglement, so we'd like to ask you to investigate as quickly as possible."

Receiving a letter from a plainly said Lennart, the Queen glances through.

It was yesterday that the king fell, and from what doctors and magicians have seen, there is nothing unusual but he does not wake up. Tinasha sighed at the story, which was nevertheless brought to Trudar with a few possibilities.

"What is it? I knew you'd have to look at it."

"Do you want to send out a concurrent envoy to investigate?

"Um, I'll go. You'd better hurry, wouldn't you?

To the master who turns the pen in his hand, Renate complains once and for all without changing his expression.

"I don't know what it is. It could be a trap."

"Right...... I choose someone to accompany me. Is that all right?

It's not a subtle answer. Renate held down his temples.

Tinasha laughs bitterly when she sees such subordination.

"The most important thing in Turdar right now is Regis. What a tentative king I am. And well... even if it's a trap, I'm confident I'll manage to come back"

to the words of the bright queen. But his subordinate remains the expression of bitterness.

- I don't mind being confident, but I have trouble looking at myself lightly.

But I'm sure she's the most powerful person in this country.

Renate took a deep breath instead of sighing, looking back at Tinasha.

"Okay. Instead, speak to King Falsus before you leave."

"Wow... did that happen"

The man who is to marry her soon is one of her great weaknesses.

It doesn't mean he's weak. I'm vulnerable to him.

She kept getting angry and scolded every once in a while and complained that she wouldn't learn, and she had generally predicted what she would be told this time too. It makes me feel bigger not wanting to go to Magdalusia by accident.

But still, I couldn't not go.

"Ugh. I get it...... a little melancholy"

"I was wondering if it would be better if I were pissed off later."

…………

Tinasha looked bitter, but when she arranged for the unprocessed paperwork to be divided and asked Regis, she left Lennart's choice of companions to jump to Falsus.

"And that's why you're coming to Magdalusia."

"What do you mean?

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!

Oscar was pinching up and capturing the ears of a woman who suddenly appeared on the job and tried to escape by saying the right thing. You don't look very much like the queen of one country, like you're in pain with half a cry. On the contrary, it didn't even look old enough.

Even so, her physical age is twenty, but her actual age is slightly over four hundred. It would be a big deal if it looked like it was the right age.

Oscar finally let go of his ear and he grabbed her wrist and pulled it in instead. Peek into the dark eyes with tears.

"You. With the New Year approaching and the ceremony only a little over a month away, why are you so suspicious?"

"Ugh. I'm from the other side..."

"Leave me alone. Don't go."

"Oh, no way"

Even though it is not bordered by Falsas, it is also a neighbour of Trudar in small countries. You can't ignore a request that came straight away. If that's a life-threatening issue again, we have to hurry. Tinasha looked up at the man with her plea eyes.

"I'm just going to take a look"

"So tell me how much you've gotten into rubbing before?

"Ugh."

Oscar had a grudge. He was receiving his fiancée's gaze without moving at all, but when he took a small sigh, he let go of his hand. Beat your little head gently.

"Well, did I just say it first? Let the spirits out, too. Back in the night."

"Can I go?!?

"You have no right to stop me."

Anyway, as a private person, as a public person, they're two people on an equal footing. It would be called interference in internal affairs if you spoke that far. I just tried stabbing the nail.

Tinasha nodded like a child when she looked visibly relieved.

"You'll be right back! Thanks!

When she jumps up happy and hugs him in the neck of the man, she transfers and disappears as she is. Oscar laughed bitterly at the abrupt exit.

"You're a perfectly real child..."

I can't imagine what kind of wife she would be. Will it remain that way for the rest of my life?

Still laughing at the discrepancy, Oscar went back to work preparing for the New Year's festival, thinking of her as terribly intimidating if necessary.

The anomaly had already occurred before we reached Magdalusia.

It was Pamira and the two martial officers who were to accompany him. With a gentle greeting to them, Tinasha, who tried to summon one of the spirits, leaned her neck, however, to the fact that the spirits would not appear at all in that call.

"Sen?"

Suspicion gradually turns into anxiety. This has never happened in four hundred years.

Tinasha hastily contacted all the other spirits as well. As a result, it becomes clear that Sen. is the only one who is not there.

"Duh, what shall I do? Is something wrong..."

"I don't know because we're barely together. But it's crazy. Impossible. I'm breaking my contract."

Called in place of an absent spirit, Mira tilts her neck with a frown.

In front of the castle's transfer formation, they were all feathers standing in confusion.

Mira has been thinking about it for a while, but shakes her blanket.

"Maybe I can't come. That's all I can think about."

"... Germany, Cal, Saiha. Can you find Sen?

The Spirit, who is not present here, conveys his willingness to accept to his master's order.

Tinasha smiled and showed her subordinates as she clouded her face with insecurity that she could not wipe, but pressed it away in an instant.

I'm sorry. Shall we go?

"Your Majesty..."

"It's okay. Let's hurry"

That smile that even looks cold. But it never represents her true intentions.

But she still carries a lot of things on her back.

Standing upright with it, the queen stepped inside the transition formation.

It was Queen Gemma and several heavy ministers who welcomed the Tinasha line that arrived at the main gate of the attentive castle. Gemma bows her head to the Queen, who looks twenty years younger than herself, in awe.

"I apologize for taking the time to call you. I can't grasp the cause here..."

"Don't worry about it. Because it is the duty of our country, where magic predominates, to receive such consultation. Quickly, may I see King Woobert?"

"Of course. I'll show you."

Following Gemma, who pulled the hem of her heavy dress and turned her heel back, a line went inside the castle. The castle, which is neither large nor luxurious, but where history has been felt and carefully cared for, is now filled with some restless air. If the king was in a coma for no reason, there would be no point in talking about it.

I wish I could do something about it, but I don't know unless I see it. Tinasha, who was walking after Gemma with that in mind, but when she plugged into the entrance to the hall, she almost stepped on the hem of her dress because Gemma suddenly stopped. I manage to stop with the help of a martial officer who was holding me back right beside me.

"Who is it! Get in here on your own!

The voice that strikes hard belongs to the Queen.

But to whom, the young woman, standing before the throne, did not move but laughed invincibly.

Tinasha peeks into the figure from behind.

The suspicious woman was a beautiful woman with bright brown curly hair stretched to her waist. The amber eyes are impressive, and their eyes are invisible with a willingness to provoke them. In her arm wrapped hands, she had a piece of paper.

When the woman could see the queen and Tinasha with certain eyes, she smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Gemma. You don't have to worry about the king's condition. I'm just sleeping."

"You're asking who you are!?

"I'm Lucia. While the king is asleep, he acts as a surrogate."

"Agent...?

Lucia raised one end of her lips and played the paper she had with her fingers. It reaches Gemma's hand as she dances in the air. Dropping her gaze on the staged paper, she shook her hands a few seconds later.

"No way... this..."

"It's the king's handwriting, isn't it? Don't worry about the king."

Certainly the woman was right there, it said in the King's handwriting that Lucia was a trustworthy person and that she would be delegated full powers while she could not move.

But still, I guess I can't back down to someone who doesn't recognize me or know my identity. Gemma looks up resolutely.

"If Your Majesty is indeed safe, I will listen to it from His Majesty's mouth properly! Step aside!

"Hear me out! Gemma!

A short scolding voice sounds.

There was an obvious majesty there that no ordinary man would have. I shrug Gemma all the time. Realizing that it had atrophied reflexively, the Queen could not distort her face to humiliation. I say something, but when I see the Chancellor come in through the door on the other side, it gives me joy.

"Gasparo, do something about this woman."

The old man, called by name, looked around at everyone on the spot as he raised his eyebrows.

Gasparo, who has been Prime Minister in Magdalusia for twenty years, is also a steadfast figure in the trust of the kings and the heavy ministers. There's no way he'll admit the rise of a strange woman. He sighed in response to Gemma's gaze, which he hoped and did not doubt.

When the Chancellor becomes a solemn face, he turns to the Queen.

"My queen, I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Master Lucia is currently in the throne."

"... what the hell!?

Everyone on the spot, except Lucia and the Chancellor, gets confused.

I don't know what it is. The Chancellor sighed again at the disturbing queen, looking back at the door he had entered. Two soldiers come in from there.

"I know you're worried about Your Majesty, but you should get some rest too. - Show the queen to her room!

"Wait."

But when the soldier ruthlessly pinched the queen from both sides, he left the room, trying to draw her halfway.

Against Pamira and Thurdar martial officers bewildered by the sudden events, but Tinasha and Mira are watching Lucia with sharp eyes.

The woman's amber eyes were pointed at Tinasha.

"... that's why. It seems to be a folded corner, but it is no longer necessary. Let's pick it up."

"You're a magician, aren't you?

"What happened to that?

Cut back head-on, Tinasha raised a single eyebrow. The tour is only for a couple of seconds.

"Can't you let me see the king?

"Not necessary"

"Is it because I can't let you see me?

Lucia did not answer even the cold question. I laugh thinly just at my lips.

"I haven't recovered enough to meet the Queen of Trudar. When the time comes, we'll find out."

"You don't have to."

Tinasha sharpened her consciousness. Magic pulses in your body.

But before she structured herself, she gained strength by realizing the many gazes she looked at herself. Many soldiers see the Tinashas from beyond the door where the Chancellor stands, and from outside the door where they came in.

Emotional imperceptible expression. The queen swallowed her breath at how they would just pull out their swords whenever they had orders. I stare at Lucia with an icy eye.

"We look forward to seeing you again soon"

"I didn't even entertain you, I'm sorry"

Even the colour of victory seeps into the arrogant language.

Tinasha returned her heels as she pushed her emotions away. Gentle grin beneath his minister to reassure him.

The woman on the throne followed the queen's back forever with a licking gaze as she urged them to turn back on her original path.

Renate greeted him with her eyes round, a line that immediately returned to Trudar after his departure.

Tinasha, who returned to the office while inviting him in, takes a grand sigh when he lowers the martial officer.

"That's not good..."

"What the hell was that, that woman?"

"I don't know if the king's power of attorney is real. She doesn't taste good. That man... it's me or the witchcraft. It's not normal. I can't believe I met someone like that... Oscar's going to piss me off again, not at all"

Renate and Pamira breathed in the words of the queen holding both knees on the chair. I finally get to the word, exhaling my voiceless breath.

"A witch? Is that who you are?

"Precisely Master Tinasha has better magic. But you can't measure strength just by magic, so you don't know what kind of person you are. I think you're right to come back once you're done."

The girl of the Spirit floated in the air lightly, but bitterly. Sit straight on top of the bookshelf on the wall.

The queen put her thin ten fingers together to support her jaw.

"Is this a national theft?"

"I don't know. Looks like the soldiers were manipulated. That's not going to take long."

"Damn. In this age."

At least I wanted to bring Gemma out, but it wasn't an atmosphere where I could do that very much. If you try to exchange even if you can't, it's often a magical battle against Lucia, a bad, national problem.

Tinasha drops her jaw between her knees to see Pamira and Renate.

"Eliminate... you want to, after all..."

"Duh, it would be..."

If you mean it as a subordinate, I want you to leave those opponents alone if no harm is done to Trudar. But I have no idea what that could possibly be. Now they couldn't say anything.

Tinasha looks up to the ceiling.

"When I'm the owner of that much power, I'd like to work out some measures. I had a special composition when I ate Fidora, and it hurt my eyes."

"But you were a real person, weren't you?

"Hmmm... I guess you're not a witch"

Of the three witches that exist in the world, one knows his face. It's her fiancée's real grandmother.

So she, the silent witch Lavinia, could be excluded.

There are two remaining witches.

"Are you a water witch and a closed forest witch? You've never met either of them."

"If you ask all the spirits, you may have met them before. Are you sure the water witches are invisible and exceptional?

"And you're asking. I don't want to deal with them."

Arm standing artists can camouflage the composition and make even magicians invisible. If Tinasha now cares about it, the ordinary magician won't be able to see her prepared configuration.

But that, too, takes a lot of steps to camouflage itself, and if you become as much of an operator as she is, you'll be seen.

But the story that passes to Trudar says that the water witch is completely invisible to all the techniques used, both in their composition and their expression. Nothing relative to her is knocked down and defeated without seeing. If it's true, it's a nasty opponent.

"So, is the closed forest witch a spiritual sorcerer? I don't like this one either."

"The Demons are vulnerable to high spiritual magic, so I'm worse than a water witch."

It will look like Mira chewed up a bitter bug.

Unlike human beings, where flesh and spirit are equals, the superior demonic tribe is dominated by spirit, and flesh is only wrapped up for the emergence of concepts. As a result, powerful spiritual magic is easier to work with than human beings. For the same reason the curse works easily, they were quickly rendered powerless by its mighty curse when they fought against Lavinia. I guess Mira also has a lot to think about from that experience.

Tinasha cruises her thoughts with a cheek wand.

She herself is quite well trained and wearing her resistance to spiritual magic from an early age, but she doesn't know how far it will work if the other person is a witch. Not to mention ordinary magicians and magicians with no training experience would be close to out of the question. Even her fiancée can't tell if it's going to be a battle.

"... trouble..."

In the meantime, I just have to listen to all the spirits and see.

The queen took a deep sigh as she put her arms around her back behind her head.

Now that we have a week to go before the end of the year, it is with us in every country that work is piled up.

But still, Oscar visited his fiancée's room about an hour earlier than usual as he hurried to clear the job.

Not saying anything from Turdar would mean that it did not develop into a serious situation. But still, I was worried about her.

I don't see people in a dim room. I thought I magically put it on the table and the candlestick is just shaking. At the time of the other incident, the rug dirty with blood had been transformed into something new immediately.

Has the lord of the room not returned yet?

Oscar, who cruised to see if he should wait or go looking, looked back, however, with signs of the door opening behind him.

A white light plugs into the room. The woman who opened the door from the bathroom tilted her neck when she saw him.

"Huh? Oscar? You're early."

Water droplets drip onto the floor from covered dark hair and wet skin. She just wrapped a white cloth around her hot body, walking barefoot and peppered to the side of the man.

He sees it with irony.

"The floor's gonna get wet. Wipe it properly and then come out."

"Uh... I'll dry it"

Nudging her hair with the cloth she had, Tinasha looked back behind her walking distance.

Just a glance. Moisture evaporates off the wet floor without chanting and disappears. Oscar then turned a blind eye when he noticed the droplets disappear from his white-tight skin as well. I try to stroke the nape to back of a woman who remains pointed at me.

"Hiya! What are you doing!

To Tinasha, who bounced back with an odd voice, he nodded in wonder as he looked at his hands.

"No, I thought you were heating and drying the body surface. But it wasn't hot."

"If you do that, you'll die! It just interferes with the moisture."

"I see. That's convenient."

"Totally... it tickled me"

Oscar grinned bitterly at her as she shook her whole body all the way down and started drying her hair this time. Reaching out and lifting her light body, she sits on the edge of the bedroom with her on her knees.

The smell of the flowers rises in a whiff. He narrowed his eyes, feeling an elusive gravitational pull on his usual higher body temperature and slightly uplifted skin. A suspicious, unusual eye looks up at the man.

"Clothes, do you get wet?

"I don't care."

Tinasha hastily quickened her hair dry to the words of a man who seemed in a good mood. At the same time, it interferes with magic on damp cloths. Oscar laughed as he transferred his temples to his hand and mouthed on the shoulder of the woman who began to comb her dry hair.

"Sounds like you've been a good girl lately."

"You're always mad at me!

'Cause you're a detour.'

She doesn't dispute that allegation just because she tongued out like a child. She knows that the attention that comes down so annoyingly is the flip of love.

Tinasha leaned on one side of her hair, which she threw through, undisturbed. Unlike the body, the hair also transmitted heat to itself, so it is slightly warm.

"Okay. I'll get my clothes"

Tinasha, who laid down his armpit and tried to stand up, was however pulled back on his knees by the man's arm. Raising his face, he captures that jaw and mouths it deeply.

Illusion that dissolves from the core of the body.

I can't think of anything about the fever that stains me.

When Oscar touched her knee, which was uneven, he slipped his hands to the legs hidden in a white cloth, making sure of the softness of that skin. Let go of my face and look down at the woman's face.

Smiling into his melting dark eyes, the man mouthed to his white throat. Enthusiasm dominates all consciousness.

A slightly trembling voice from overhead called his name.

"What?"

"If I don't tell you first, I'm going to tell you why I'm going to get mad..."

Oscar looked up with a bad feeling in his feverish, but tense voice.

Tinasha lays down her long eyelashes and closes her eyes.

"Say it."

"We are going to fight the enemies of the witch."

………………

The queen's large room is wrapped around her arms at night.

In the meantime, a solid silence rolled down between them.