Unnamed Memory

After a long, long sigh, Oscar let Tinasha sit next to him as he lifted her. Slap the woman's thin shoulder as she closes her eyes tight to the gushing headache.

"Get dressed. We'll talk about it later."

"Uh, but it's nothing. There's a lot of magic, so even if it's not pure, maybe we can figure it out."

"Get dressed! I'm off guard. I was the idiot!

"... excuse me"

When Tinasha entered the clothing room, she changed into a black long-sleeved dress there as it was. As he returns pulling the hem that spreads across the floor, Oscar is pouring his own liquor into the cup.

Tinasha dropped her shoulder disappointingly on the side where she could tell she was in a bad mood. Pull the chair and sit across from him.

I caught her like blue eyes were frightened.

"So. How did that happen?

"That's right -"

Oscar chewed and frowned at the succinct and lucid explanation.

The mysterious woman who suddenly appeared, a man with the power of a witch, defeated the national government, even though it was a small country. The diversity of events is enough.

But so far, it's only about other countries.

"If it doesn't do us any harm, we should just leave it alone."

"Renate also told me. But I'm not sure what she's up to. In some cases, you might want to hit your hand as fast as you can. We've already got a lead on Magdalcia."

Magdalusia does not border Falsas, but it is not far away. There's only a tourdard in between, closer to Gandona from the castle capital.

Oscar put his legs on the table and put his mouth on the cup.

"But why Magdalcia again? There will be nothing in that country."

"Well, sure. It's only natural."

"So did you ask the Spirit if she was a witch?

"Oh......"

Tinasha was visibly depressed by the inquiry. Oscar raises his eyebrows at the look of his fiancée mixed with anxiety and worry.

She supported her falling forehead with her hands.

"Actually, there were spirits who had met the water witch. It was about 300 years ago. Apparently she was about seventeen or eight years old in appearance then. I saw Lucia today, she looked like she was in her mid-twenties, and her hair and eyes were different colors, so I thought I'd probably exclude her."

"If you're a closed forest witch, didn't you see the one you met?

"That's right...... I hear you have a face-to-face with her. I have a spirit. But he's missing now."

"What? The Spirit? Is he missing?

"Yes."

"Is that common?

"It's my first time. I mean, it can't be."

At the same time as I finish saying it, Tinasha shrivels on the table. Oscar glanced at him when he saw how it was.

I have heard from Tinasha herself that the Spirit is equal to her friend, not just a user demon. If that were to be a mysterious disappearance, there would be no need to be depressed.

But Oscar's thoughts didn't stop there.

"Which means you're suspicious of a closed forest witch."

"Really?

"You should doubt the relevance if two things happen at the same time. With that spirit, you figured out if a woman was a witch, didn't you?

"That's... right. Is that what the witch did to you or something?!?

"There's a chance of that, too. I don't know."

When Oscar cuts it off slightly more forcefully, he returns the empty cup to the table.

"Is there anything else on the record or anything about witches?

If you have a huge Trudar record, maybe you have a little clue.

Tinasha, questioned, roared with her fingers on her chin.

"Because basically witches are considered abominable...... I'm not in the habit of leaving it even if I know its appearance and name. Leonora, the witch I killed is dead, so it's finally on record."

"I see."

"If it's possible that you know, Travis, or the same witch Lavinia..."

I would say that neither of those two are edible beings. I know where the former is, but I don't want to make contact, and I'm not sure where the latter is.

Thinking that far, Oscar remembered asking his father if he should call his grandmother to the ceremony. "Why don't you just do what you want?" From that look I laughed, "my father may have a clue where the witch is.

"I'll try to hit Lavinia from me. Don't ask Travis."

"Oh, are you okay?

"Well, you're fine. Tell me first if you're going to set something up. The same is true if you come from the other side. Call me as soon as you can."

"Okay."

Oscar grinned bitterly at Tinasha, who smiled hauntingly, gladly that he was worried.

- - No one else is at all engaged with this difficult enemy.

But somehow she is the queen of the magical powers. I guess the difficulty of gathering her is also half the way beyond the fact that the role of this country is to clean things up beyond the control of other countries because of their magical entanglements.

Such Oscars are also in a position for trouble as the swordsmen of Acacia. If you think you could escape these fights by becoming his wife, that was too optimistic an expectation.

- Still, I'm not going to lose no matter what enemy comes.

That's what Oscar really thought, not chronic, that there was no plight we couldn't cross.

In the time it was normal to read ahead, for him to walk in the intertwining of the known and the unknown, the present seemed no different from the dream.

Irrationality abounds everywhere. Expectations are all in my heart that I have been betrayed.

I used to run to self-punishment. I have also recalled that it is different.

Sometimes I wanted to go crazy. Nevertheless, he repeatedly swallowed even the distortion, eventually remaining as clear as a lake on a night without wind.

At the bottom of the lake sinks mountain-like perspectives, remorse and hatred. But it cannot be seen from the water. It's just that there's a glowing blue moon in the sky.

"I got it. I got it. It doesn't matter how long it's been."

Greed me.

"It's not nice."

In the cold gaze of the girl, Valt shrugged his neck. Drop your eyes on all the maps of the continent you've spread out on hand. I sighed looking at Trudar and Farsas, and Magdalsia, which was written small to the southwest.

"I wish I could only have had contact with an outsider's curse, but I've got a problem"

"You deserve it."

"Excuse me."

Milaris is completely unforgiving. Valt grinned and looked back at the girl sitting on her knees on her chair in a bad mood.

"Well, I'm fine. I have some pawns for you. Let's move this one first."

When the man said so, he closed one eye and poked his finger at the model of Falsus Castle placed on the map.

The New Year's ritual ended without delay.

In strict security, Oscar, returning from the temple, takes off his armor, which is his attire, and returns to his chambers when he finishes his greeting to the people.

Normally, I would visit Tinasha's room as it were, but unlike Falsas, who perform rituals in the middle of the night, Trudar begins the king's proclamation with the sunrise. The queen who is not sleeping well should be sleeping much earlier than usual.

The executive branch, which has always been busy, is going to be even busier after the beginning of the year. Two weeks later there will be the founding ceremony of Gandona, and even more two weeks later there will be the departure and wedding of Tinasha.

I think even Oscar has no choice but to be king. Unlike Gandona's ceremony, which he doesn't want to go to, the ceremony a month from now is something he wanted to do early. There couldn't have been any dissatisfaction with what was imminent.

"Nothing's happening. I'm fine now."

Oscar calls to the room where no one is supposed to be. After a moment of blankness, a frightened voice returned.

"You were aware?

"I was feeling signs of being watched. Is that Tinasha's order?

"Yes."

With a short answer, a red-haired girl appears near the ceiling.

Among the twelve Turdar spirits, she has been with Tinasha since before her reign, and is the most familiar spirit to Oscar.

Turning to Mira, he asked about the case the other day.

"Have you found the Spirit who's gone?

"Not at all. It doesn't even seem to have returned to its original position. With him, we could have identified the witch."

"Is that what you fought for?"

"That's not it. I'm not sure, but I thought you were my girlfriend."

"Ho."

Sitting deep in the chair, Oscar drew water from the water and put his mouth on it. Look up at the spirits in the ceiling.

"Didn't you betray him and follow him?

"That's impossible. In the unlikely event that you do that, the breach of contract will be communicated to Tinasha. The same goes for dead people."

I mean, you're not dead, but you can't move.

"Maybe. Don't act on your own and worry about Tinasha."

"How far is the Spirit free?

"Basically, you have to be summoned to show up and you can't get your hands on it. Even if my husband is in danger. Because that's the limit. But if you give it back, you can go wherever you want without your husband, so I guess you're free to do that."

But no one bothered to do that, Mira adds. Somewhere bitter that tone also sounded like it was criticizing the same spiritual lapse.

Oscar takes the letter that was left on the table when he put his feet together. That was a reply to what he sent.

"Well, I got some info over here about the witch. I don't know where it is, but the letter seems to arrive. That's a response from Lavinia."

The letter, which conveys only the matter, contained the name and appearance of a closed forest witch, as well as a brief character and power. The face of the Spirit that was listening to the read distorted.

"What... I knew it wasn't a hit. It sucks. Lucrezia is Lucia. I see."

"He said he wasn't interested in the country. He was a witch of character. What kind of wind is that?"

"Come on? That's what happens because humans change about time. I don't like being a psychiatrist."

"What. You're not good at this?

"I don't like it either. Superior Demons are vulnerable to high spiritual magic... It would be easier for a normal magician to use it."

"Hmm."

Oscar folded the letter and got nostalgic.

So you decided the story was over, and Mira disappears with a brief greeting.

When the spirits disappeared and he was truly alone, Oscar turned the letter into a locked drawer. I didn't want Tinasha to know what I knew.

At the end of all the letters from my grandmother, it was written - "Leave it to her very much because you cannot fight spiritual magic".

Three days passed not long after the beginning of the year.

On the evening of the third day the clear sky widens, changing the moment and its colour.

Lazar shook her blurry head as she walked up through the window looking at the sky, which was dyeing the same color as the color of the Lord's eyes. Because of this, I'm about to bump into a human appearing from the corner of the hallway, and rush to avoid it on the right. He accidentally stiffened as he tried to apologize while holding back the paperwork.

"Ze, Dear Zephyria..."

"It's been a while. Lord Lazar."

Lazar knew all too well about a woman who thanked her for her graceful manners.

A woman who had a head that could be cut off and some cold eyes because she spent her childhood outside Farsas while having an aristocratic father. But she's not supposed to be here right now.

Lazar stares at the woman laughing with her exploring eyes.

"Can I help you?

"I thought I'd say hello to Your Majesty for the New Year. Where is Your Majesty?

Zephyria tilts her neck as she wraps her golden sand hair around her fingers. Feeling something stuffy behind her beautiful blue eyes, Lazar breathed.

But he opens his mouth without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. Please pick up your greetings from me."

"Oh. You're a long way from it. I won't take it and eat it."

"Just kidding. Didn't His Majesty tell you that no greeting was necessary?

"Come on? If you can't tell me, I'll find it myself. You don't have the authority to push me back."

to the grin of a teasing woman, but Lazar stretched her spine as perseverance. Straight through the woman's blue eyes.

"... it's not a question of authority. I'm here as a friend of that one. Please pick it up."

"Is that because I was the mistress of that one?

"Dear Zephyria!

Zephyria laughed with a bell-rolling voice at the man who turned bright red and roughed up his voice.

There are only a few who know about her and the king, including those who are familiar with her childhood. Her father and others might have felt it thin, but there was nothing like putting it on the table.

With the king's engagement, Lazar even remembers the cold sweat that the relationship, which is supposed to be forgotten in secret, has now been spoken of here. Tinasha is supposed to be here in three hours. He didn't want Zephyria back by then at all costs, and if he could, he wouldn't want Oscar to see him either.

As he explores the heart of the invisible woman, he asks without taking his gaze off.

"What are you going to do"

"Nothing? It's just a game. You're right... if you're going to eat so much, would you join us?

Provocative words. Glossy smile.

Lazar, who felt an abomination there and distorted his face, was accidentally slapped in the back by someone. Surprisingly, my heart is about to stop.

- And he collapsed over the corridor, unable to even look back.

Oscar, who processed the last documents in the office, tilted his neck when he realized that the razal who had gone to put the documents away had never returned. When I look at the clock, I've been thirty minutes since I left the room. I'm just going to leave it in the Interior Minister's room, Nesan. It can't be this long.

Oscar opened the door to the hallway with suspicion and frowned when he ran into the woman who was just about to knock on the door. The woman apologizes for her disrespect, but tells her that Lazar is waiting in the king's private room.

"My room? What is it?"

Originally, his room is not a room for unauthorized entry, even if it is a childhood friendly lassard. Tinasha has been given that authority, but she will not come in in the absence of her husband either.

Worried by an untranslated message, Oscar turned his foot to his private room. Open the door without a patrol.

I don't see Lazar in the big room.

At the window was a woman standing on her back with the moon starting to rise in the sky.

She looks back slowly when she realizes the signs of Oscar. I broke my knee and thanked him with a slight grin.

"We're out of time"

"... why are you here? Where's Lazar?"

"Lord Lazar? I don't know. Didn't the woman get the wrong message?

Oscar struck his tongue at the words of the white woman.

If Zephyria called him out of his room, it's a problem. I guess I used Lazar's name to avoid that. The King's mood plummets for being caught in a boring hand.

"What are you doing here? Was there trouble?"

Zephyria looked terribly sad for a moment to the angry but caring man.

But it's about the moment, and when she walks over to the table, she takes the little liquor bottle she put there.

"The fruit liquor made at my mother's home has been the best made in history this year. Your Majesty would have liked to have enjoyed it."

Saying, she pours red red wine into the glass. I tilted my neck and smiled as I put it up against the man walking over. Oscar receives the glass and looks inside.

"Is that really all? Don't hesitate. Say it."

"That's all. Enjoy."

Beautiful voice. Pale words.

Oscar put his mouth on the edge of the vitreous as he raised the glass and let it moonlight.

But he ends up back on the table with the glass untilted.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have it later."

"Oh, what's wrong?

"Not that I don't trust you, but I've been talking a lot lately. Forgive me."

"I don't mind."

Zephyria smiles and packs a step away. I reached out my white hand to the man's body.

"It's almost the wedding ceremony, isn't it? Congratulations."

"Oh."

"Falsus will also flourish even more if he can relate to Trudar. Your Majesty is in the king's book."

Oscar frowned at the distant words. Grab the woman's hand stretched out on her shoulder.

"I know I've said this before, but I'm not choosing him in his capacity. He likes it himself. I don't know what you're thinking, but don't say anything boring."

The woman just laughed. Chaotic emotions emerge in my eyes looking up at Oscar.

He noticed it and made his voice a chill.

"What have you done with Lazar?

I thought you said you didn't know.

"Then why are you calling me in his name without him coming back?

"I just borrowed a few of your names. I don't know where Lord Lazar is."

Zephyria returned it with a face she really didn't know, but with a voice with a few thorns.

Oscar had always never seen her expose herself at all at any time. I liked it when it cooled down, like I was looking over everything with my head going around a lot.

The smile didn't change when I was layering my skin or when I said goodbye. But now for the first time, I'm starting to peek into something sword-soaked in it.

Zephyria laughed with her eyes blind to the bottom.

"Actually, there's one thing I want."

"What?"

"I want your majesty."

"I can't. Give it up."

Oscar cut off words that smelled like poisonous flowers with instant answers.

I haven't been in a romantic relationship since I was a mistress before. I didn't even use my position to force myself to get it. We just had a relationship because we appreciated each other.

But now Oscar's fondness for her acuteness made him smile as he felt he was going through a suspicious discoloration.

Zephyria rather enjoys being suspicious. She twirls her grabbed hand.

"Then I'll give up. Instead -"

On the right hand grabbing the woman's hand, Oscar let go of his hand, feeling a sharp pain. When I saw it, it was cut with a thin blade. There was blood seeping through my wrist.

He twisted Zephyria's hand up reflexively. The woman laughs ridiculously as she distorts her face in pain.

"Instead, betray me"

At the same time as I finished hearing the seeping words of victory, my powers were lost from Oscar's body. A woman slips through his hands.

Everything is so far away.

Consciousness falls into darkness.

Zephyria looked down with her beloved eyes at the man who had fallen to her feet.

Tinasha came to Falsus about twenty minutes earlier than planned.

Thick magic books are held in thin arms. That's what Sylvia, my friend, asked me to do. To her, who would soon be queen of her own country, Sylvia tried to stop asking questions about magic and so on in awe, but Tinasha wanted her friend to have the same attitude as before, rather relying on her.

Asked a different magician in the hallway, Sylvia said she was in the outer garden. Going to the garden, which was already starting to get dark, Tinasha ran into Sylvia, Doan and Carve painting the magic formation with a glow of magical lights and leaning her neck.

"What are you doing?

"Ah, Master Tinasha! No. I was wondering if I could make something that would change the destination for each of those shifts. I don't think we need a lot of space."

"Heh. That's funny"

Tinasha peeks into the transition formation as she stands next to the three of them.

The composition was a cooperation between the three of them, which was quite clever to make.

"That's a good one. But you can't switch destinations for people who can't use magic with this. I need to output it to the magic device."

"That's right...... I'd like to make it easier."

"You should prepare a crystal for each destination, give it a unique name, and include a definition in the configuration. I need to adjust the configuration a little bit."

"Oh, I see!

Silvia gratefully received the book Tinasha offers.

Large transfer formations, such as those that are always installed in the castle, cannot be grouped together because it is difficult to fly to more than one location at the same time, but it makes sense if they are as simple as installing them in a room. It might be more convenient to move around the castle if it becomes practical.

Tinasha laughed and waved at the three seriously contemplating.

"But that's a problem when you lose it if you don't chain it or something so the crystal won't be brought out. Well, an example."

To the queen's summary, Doan nodded and turned around.

"Dear Tinasha, I didn't want you at the ceremony meeting..."

"Uh right. I forgot for a moment. Oscar, the office, I guess."

- If you mean His Majesty, I know you.

Tinasha looked back at the voice of a strange woman who was suddenly called from behind. The other three get that too.

She doesn't think so when she thinks it's a woman official. The queen tilted her neck when she saw a woman in a well-dressed dress. Is it noble or something? Tinasha inquires that she will have a meeting.

"Can you tell me where you are?

"What shall we do? Don't you think it wouldn't be funny if I told you right away?

Tinasha frowned, not even hiding what she was enjoying. When he looks at Doan sideways, he whispers with a pale face.

"This is Lord Yoast's son, Zephyria."

"Hmm.... nice to meet you. My name is Tinasha from Turdar"

"My name is Zephyria. It's an honor to meet you. I've never seen you close, but you're really beautiful. I can't help but think that Your Majesty will like it."

It sounds like a spike rather than a thorn like a prick in every word. Tinasha scratched her temples in difficulty coping.

Seeing, Doan looks rugged in the corner of his sight. I've seen that look somewhere before. Tinasha immediately comes to mind as she explores her memories.

Indeed, he looked like this before when he met a stranger at Castle Farsas. The opponent at that time was the king's princess.

Tinasha slaps her hand with a pound.

"Hey, are you Oscar's lover?

The three magicians serving the castle were rigid in questioning even the obvious. Two of them have their mouths open flashly, but only Doan turns pale.

Tinasha saw it and was convinced that her point was firing a target.

Zephyria narrows her eyes and smiles.

"Oh... I thought you were a princess oblivious to people's feelings, but you're surprisingly astute"

"You can't deny there's a blunt spot."

The queen laughed bitterly at the sight of a student whose ill-willed teacher could not.

She doesn't have the sharpness of an Oscar. I would rather be blunt as a royal woman.

But it's about personal emotional subtlety, and as a public figure, she's a cut-off person.

And now Tinasha was carefully exploring whether the woman who suddenly appeared expected to respond to herself, private or public.

It's possible to be disrespectful and truncated, and maybe we should do that. But to do it, she wasn't strong for better or worse.

Doan whispers softly to the silent Tinasha.

"It was a long time ago. Old. Of course not since we got engaged."

"I know. Yeah, well, if you're angry about the past, you don't know why, do you?

The three of them were visibly relieved when they laughed at her with their pranky eyes. She's spreading jealousy, but she never bites at anything.

And yet why did Zephyria show up here now, and before Tinasha? Doan turns his eyes to a woman who sees something suspicious.

In the sight of the four, Zephyria put her finger on her chin.

"Right...... Perhaps I know Your Majesty better than you do."

"Really? I have no idea who he is."

Not in a bad mood, Zephyria sends cold eyes at the troubled queen's smile.

"So I thought you were getting married a lot."

"Um, well, I like it"

"Really? What makes you think it's not just imprinting?

It's a challenging word.

But Tinasha smiles lonely when she lays her eyes down.

"Right, it could be a child's vision. But the person I admired in my child is still someone who doesn't accompany me. I'll spend the rest of my life with you - it's that guy who's mean to me, who's here now."

I met him as a child, and he loved me as merciful. He was harsh and gentle.

But her fiancée isn't.

Stand next to her with teases, anger, and reluctance.

And I guess that's a sign that we're on an equal footing with each other and looking at each other.

Tinasha, who was closing her eyes to a slight sentiment, opened her lid when she breathed heavily.

Intimidation arises in the dark abyss. Beautiful lips engraved a terrible grin.

"So who were you at the mercy of? I want you to tell me."

On the ground, a different tension arises than before.

- - I can't possibly ask if the person who appeared before Tinasha with sheer jealousy was "imprinted" or something like that. Perhaps Zephyria has someone who taught her about Tinasha's past.

The queen shoots through a woman with an icy gaze.

But the woman quickly returned to her original smile, only to look lightly at the suddenly transformed air. Put your white fingers together in front of your chest.

"I'm sorry if I upset you. I heard it from His Majesty."

"The Oscars?

"Yeah. Why don't you check directly with us about anything? Because you're in your room. Yeah, but you just fell asleep."

"What do you mean?

"It means as it is, Your Majesty. Earlier, I told you I wouldn't be angry about the old days... but wouldn't I be angry about the present?

Tinasha doesn't know whose the sound of spitting was.

- - It gets dark in front of me.

That's not for anger. Lost is what blunted her judgment.

Zephyria laughed ridiculously without missing a slight sway. A woman's laugh rolls through the night.

Tinasha stepped forward while holding her forehead.

"Step aside there. I'm going to see Oscar."

"To see you? Or to kill?

To the pleasure of a woman who even smells madness, the queen turned her eyes of pity for a moment.

Not because I thought Zephyria was pitiful. I was sad about my shortness.

How can you not believe him? Will it shake? Though reason knows, something awful and painful swirls.

Tinasha, though, pressed them away in an instant and smiled like flowers blooming under the moon.

"I don't know that man better than you do. - But I love him more than you think."

Willingness to move on even in an attempt to get lost.

Zephyria heard it and laughed happily with her eyes closed, not to exasperate or distort her face.

And as Tinasha passed beside her, she walked away from the spot, not once turning around.

Tinasha, who hesitated to move into her fiancé's room because she had not heard back from knocking on the door, found the man on the bedroom and walked over.

Oscar seems to be sleeping well.

Even Tinasha, who usually sleeps next door, doesn't often see his sleeping face wake up later than he does. She slapped the man in the cheek as she looked down at her brilliant face with no emotion.

But there's no sign of waking up at all.

"I'm really going to kill you."

Saying noisy things Tinasha went up to her bedroom and horseback riding over the man. Extend your fingers and wipe the red on the man's lips. She looked faceless at the neck and chest of her undressed upper body with red marks and nail marks.

Wrath without a place to do becomes magic and swirls all over your body.

I want you to take all the marks. I want to split them apart and then connect them.

If she really wants to, and now that he doesn't have Acacia, how can she do a man?

I can also kill like I love you. Someone screams in my heart that I want to.

She put her white hand around the man's neck. Leaked magic smashes the glass placed on the table.

She couldn't even look at the fruit liquor on the floor with the fragments of the vitreous. Slightly extended nails touch the carotid artery. She caught the marks that were put on there.

"Make it good like this... I'll rule if it's enough to give it to someone"

Tinasha faces the man as he quietly lays his eyes on the burning abyss. I broke my lips and mouthed them to get tangled.

And as it was, he let his magic slip into the man's body.

I knew immediately that he had fallen into a trap, etc.

It's not the first time he doesn't wake up with a shallow sleeping man knocking on the door, and most importantly, he came here today with a promise. I'm not so diverse as to forget about it and cheat.

As Tinasha explored her body with magic, she touched upon the indicative configuration. Perhaps it belongs to a magic drug, and she frowns slightly as she mouths it, to the intricate magic composition and the curse that has been cast to intertwine with it.

Both would be for putting people to sleep. I tried to analyze the composition of the curse, but Tinasha stopped. I've touched similar curses before. The magicians of that time were executed and are not in this world.

She sharpens her consciousness in an attempt to shape suspicion.

- At that time, unexpectedly, I felt the swing of magic.

A whispering ripple you wouldn't have noticed if you were mad at anger is a sign that something came into contact with the junction she put on. And of course, that's not the protective kingdom to the man downstairs right now.

Tinasha looked up. Look around.

I couldn't find a sword anywhere that should always be with him.

"Was it plotted... Itz!"

"Here."

"Watch this man!

An old man with white hair breaks his knee and drips his head over his husband's life. Tinasha said, "I'll be right back!," he said briefly, dyeing his anger a beautiful appearance, transferring from the spot and disappearing.

Zephyria was a smart, daring woman.

The man who successfully tried to round her up and manipulate her decided that when all his words were nursed, it was best to tell the truth.

I didn't tell you everything. But I didn't lie.

The two conditions put out from her are not to take away Acacia and not to cause any fatal harm to Oscar. Valt promised it well.

Acacia is unnecessary to him, who is more of a magician than his ex, and it would be troublesome if he killed Oscar and resented Tinasha.

When she received Acarsia from her. During the breakup, Valt asked a joke mix.

"If you can go back in time, what do you want to do again?

"Well... I'll tell my mother when I was younger to choose a man more often"

A joke returned to a joke. But I guess that's also what she meant. She curses herself at the same time as she has a crush on herself.

When Valt laughed small at the complicated emotions, he dropped off a woman he would never see again.

"Ouch. Ouch. It might have melted to the bones in a little while."

Walt sighed with a burnt flat hand and a sword falling on the floor in sight.

Acacia, passed down to the Pharsus royal family, has the power to deactivate the magic of what it touches. But Valt didn't know much about why he could only use Farsus directly. I didn't expect the pattern and blade to start to fever when I touched the magical composition with my sword.

He leaves the treasure trove when he holds a small white box as he heals.

If you always break the boundaries boxed, you'll be noticed by the Queen, the operator, but she shouldn't be around now. Still, if we don't hurry, someone might realize that the soldiers on the lookout are down.

Coming from the configuration of the ban on transfers stranded in the treasure trove to a detached location, Valt organized the configuration of the transfers. Unlike the walk in with Zephyria's guide, the return crosses the boundaries of the castle. He assembles complex configurations while chanting.

Unexpectedly, however, a serpentine killer arose behind his back. I can hear you like a thin whistle.

"Long time no see. Where are you going?

"This is... I didn't think you'd notice"

Valt looked back at the tension.

There stands a vivid being, like embodying the abyss of darkness as a beautiful woman.

She stared at Valt as she wrapped a blue thunderlight around her right hand.

"Let me ask you to leave that. If you can, so can you yourself."

"Mm-hmm. That's a real rhetorical statement. But there's a kid waiting."

Walt pulled his left leg with a laugh. A small crystal drops from the hem of the garment without sound.

Tinasha, keeping his eyes on him, raised the lighted right hand of power upright. Point to the man.

"There's a lot of bullshit. Collapse."

Thunderlights strike out.

Valt kicked up the crystal at his feet, right in front of him. Thunderlight doesn't even reach a man tangled in that crystal.

The man laughs as he tongues and Tinasha forms a new configuration.

"I'll see you soon. The Blue Moon Witch."

The word protruded Tinasha's void. She only breathes, stops moving.

Without missing the flash of birth that way, Valt disappeared from before her when she activated the configuration.

Tinasha, who missed the intruder brilliantly, went back to the treasure trove, which was left open, and looked inside, and found Acacia falling on the floor with the pedestal on which the white box should have been placed, taking a deep sigh of sigh.

"I'm glad you remembered the curse. I almost fell asleep as much as Regis."

Tinasha's voice was unprecedentedly cold. So much so that it is possible to see running ice in a beautiful voice.

Oscar unexpectedly held his temples up when he rose to his bedroom. Is it harassment, all the marks on your upper body are left intact?

"Is that alcohol what she brought in? There was magic medicine in there."

"No, I didn't drink that one. It was cut with a razor or something."

"You're actually going to destroy yourself with a woman."

…………

I want to say something back, but I can't say anything in this situation. Oscar chewed up the silence in a big way.

My fiancée sitting on the edge of the bedroom is holding Acacia on her lap. Otherwise, this room would have been in a more disastrous situation by now.

Tinasha grinned only at the surface.

"Lazar was found sleeping in an empty room. Doan is seeing me because I was just magically sleeping. Miss Zephyria got the chaser out for once too, but she doesn't seem to be back at home. I guess the same curse that was used against you meant that Valt was behind the Regis raid, too. They took away the elteria really well. Excuse me?"

For apologizing, I just seem angry one way or another.

Oscar began to think seriously about how he should forgive her.

"You know, Tinasha"

"What is it?

I'm afraid of a full smile.

But I couldn't be frightened.

"It helped me first. Thank you. Sorry about that. I was alarmed."

When I look at Tinasha with a brief word to say, she is half-eyed. Only the mouth laughs hard, but it's also like a statue.

She went up on the sleeping table as she avoided Acacia aside. Slowly approaching me as I crawl four and step on Oscar's body. That made me think of a supple leopard.

She faces down her throat and gently mouths to the side of her neck as she tests a man with the eyes of a carnivore. A fantastic voice whispered.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?

"... bad"

Tinasha chuckles with a throat in a response like keeping a bitter bug in her mouth. A light similar to that of a child floated in his dark eyes.

"It's a bit fun to be in the opposite position as usual"

"Well... if you're having fun, a little bit."

"Fifty times as angry as that."

"I'm glad you're not breaking your engagement"

"I won't!

Tinasha said reluctantly, touching the man's shoulder. All the marks in her body that would have been put on to anger her disappear in an instant.

Tinasha sighed as she sat over the man with a face that seemed uninteresting.

"I'm glad you don't matter. I don't want to kill people with bad feelings."

"You were gonna kill me."

Exactly to the sloppy Oscar, but Tinasha turned a frightened face.

"Is that why? Take her. I figured it out when I found out you were just a loose end, but she had a trace on her. If you knew you were working with Valt, you would have tracked him more. Failed."

Tinasha says farewell in a voice so light that it seems very unlikely what is shaping a person's life or death, but confident in his power.

She's not like a child there. And her as queen.

Oscar smiled at the peeling herself. But she blames it.

"You know what I mean?

"I know. I know."

"Did you stain yourself?

"Adequate"

"Be careful, you're easy to buy women's obsession."

Oscar lifted one end of his lips to his fiancée, who said the most.

"What about you?"

"The men who are interested in me are troubled by all the people who are interested in my inner body"

"What is that..."

But Tinasha just laughed. The laughter is also quickly replaced by a serious face.

"Valt won't be using it right away because he wants both of them. Instead, we need to tighten another security detail..."

"Is Trudar's treasure trove okay?

"I'm fine, I just want to say, you're anxious to see this anomalous handiwork. I didn't think they'd use Acacia."

"Be careful not to do it again"

"Please. Well, maybe you should think about it for a second..."

Tinasha looks up at the ceiling when she exhales deeply.

- The Blue Moon Witch.

That last word Valt said went around her head forever.