Unnamed Memory

Magical metastases are distinguished into three main types.

Personal metastases, metastases, and metastases are the three.

If a magician transfers only himself first, he usually uses personal transfer magic. Only the person disappears from the scene and shows up at the destination.

Compared to this, when we move other humans, we open the transfer gates to space. These two need magic and composing power the farther they are, as long as they have acquired the coordinates of the destination of the transfer, but there are no other limitations.

However, only the transfer formation, which burns the transfer configuration to the ground as a tattoo and allows anyone to use it at any time without the operator, required special conditions.

That condition is twofold. The fact that the operator actually stands at the destination of the transfer means that the master of the space to which the transfer is to be made must be granted a magical contract.

Troops emerging from castles and fortifications in war often use pre-prepared transfer formations. This is because it does not consume the magic of magicians and is suitable for moving large numbers of people in an orderly manner.

But once out on the battlefield, there is no transfer formation. If many are made up of magicians, like Trudar, it is also possible for each to use a personal transfer, but if many humans make a transfer to the same destination at once, they are likely to bump into each other at the destination.

Therefore, inevitably, if a transfer is used to move troops on the battlefield, the transfer gate will have to be opened.

Tinasha looked at his own army, pulling the line, with the sword of the stripper in one hand.

Located just halfway between the castle capital and the southwestern border, this place is meadowed with a gentle slope from north to south.

If Magdalusia tries to move near the castle capital by means of a transfer gate, nature and its destinations are limited. We have non-transferable connections everywhere so that this happens.

If only a small number of people were to be moved, it would even be possible to leave the castle directly with the help of a witch. But it's impossible to move 10,000 units of the army.

As a result, the junction is thin, close to the castle capital, and when it comes to a wide area, there are only traces of the eastern plains or the old castle capital to the south.

Tinasha was treading, almost fifty percent chance that Magdalusia would use the transfer gate in the march, and eighty percent chance of coming to either of those two if the gate was opened.

And a strain that indicates that her reading hit is born on the meadow.

Tinasha rose to its head when she saw tension run inside the Turdar army. Under the moonlight, gaze gathers at the beautiful queen.

"I have nothing to fear. I promise you victory. No one can invade our land. - Show me the power of Trudar."

As crystal voices stain across, a quiet exaltation boils down to all armies. I inspired myself and heard voices everywhere honoring the unmatched queen.

Tinasha smiles at them and turns back to strain.

At that time, the strain spread all at once as he gave a high sound ripping through the space.

A large army appears on the meadow.

The forces of Magdalusia, which were transferred during only the deployment of the Turdar army to the three-day moon shape, froze into too much of a situation as they looked around.

The witch's open transfer gate should have been used to jump to the eastern plain, but it was even more forcibly drank by the transfer gate at the tip of the jump.

The situation has been besieged since the beginning, and because of the gentle slope, the Turdar army is in a higher position. A normal army might have rushed over to get on top of the prepared stage.

But when the half-witch manipulation worked, Magdalcia pulled out her sword each time she survived a moment of self-loss.

Countless white blades reflect the moonlight and shine like the sea.

Tinasha laid her sword on the enemy soldiers as they rushed their horses up the meadow. Using it as a signal, the magicians simultaneously pass magic through the composition.

At the next moment, electric light ran into the meadow in the eye shape of a net. Sparks scatter on one side of the night.

Mixed with the sound of electric light exploding, one scream after the other, the queen watched with no expression as the human horse fell and lay down.

- It's not a technique to kill. It's a massive configuration to stun.

Until this point everything was calculated and prepared in advance. Soldiers passed out by high voltage currents are being transferred off the spot by the magicians of Trudar one after the other. The troops of Magdalusia were struck by electric light without being able to do anything, and their numbers decreased while they were watching.

A relief is about to be created during the formation of Turdar who saw it.

But all of a sudden, a mighty magic could be played over the sky.

The magicians, who were connected to a massive configuration, raise their faces to a different kind of magic.

That's when they couldn't believe what they saw.

From the darkness emerges a wave as high as the spire of the castle, approaching like an unwavering wall towards the Tourdal formation.

"Wow!!

The sorcerers, who screamed and tried to escape, stopped that leg, however, when the queen was on the front line.

She laughs quietly with her often sounding voice.

"It's a phantom. It's okay."

As proof of the correctness of the word, the tsunami disappeared without a trace as Tinasha flashed her sword. Nothing happens. The night returns.

But the enormous magic made him more and more murderous, claiming his existence. The queen looks back just at her neck.

"Well, are you finally getting a beating? Renate, please come back later."

"I wish you the best of luck"

As he bowed his head deeply, another woman's mocking voice echoed.

"Boring little workmanship...... Do you think the Queen of Trudar can beat a witch?"

"Whatever. I'll inscribe your name on the record."

Tinasha jumped under the moon. At the end of his sight, a woman rises in the sky.

She gave her bright brown hair a belligerent grin as she let platinum shine in the moonlight.

"You can be a beautiful doll if you sit quietly. I'll teach you how to suck at that. Let's make him a slave and adore him."

"Either it's disgusting. If you want me, pay for that life."

Tinasha produces a configuration on her left hand side.

Beyond that hand wrapped finger, a woman was making a simple and powerful composition appear.

Tris shrugged herself into a harsh wave of magic that shook the air.

You can still say girl. Everyone, starting with the queen, disagreed that she would participate in the war, but she was finally allowed to join the line on the condition that she would not give in.

The army in Turdar is swiftly lowering the front line. Almost all Magdalsian soldiers have already been rendered powerless. If the witch showed up in the plan too, Tinasha would have instructed everyone to back off.

At the end of it, standing closest to the castle capital, Tris looked up at the sky, realizing the sound of conceiving air approaching from the direction of the castle capital.

Sounds similar to giant bird wings are clearly approaching this one. Looking over at the sounder, I saw a big black shadow flying through the sky.

"Whatever..."

In a hurry she sets up the configuration. But the spirits next door blocked it.

"Wait. That's Nark."

The girl tilts her neck to a name she doesn't remember. In the meantime, too, the dragon finally stepped down in front of the girl as she packed the distance. One man comes down from his big back.

You noticed the dragon, and when you saw Pamira rushing over from the formation, the man opened his mouth.

"Is Tinasha here?

"That's now with the witch..."

"You're already fighting! Shit, can't we interrupt?

"You can talk about it."

And it was Air, who was with him, who said without difficulty. Oscar glanced at the man with a little surprise.

"I see, the Spirit... I appreciate that, but it'll get in the way of the fight."

"Maybe it's okay. He was in command of the army 400 years ago, fighting witches."

"What the hell is out of that standard? Then please. Relay me."

Ayle nodded and opened the configuration with Oscar in range. The girl beside him shakes her legs in tension.

In the air, a short distance from them, the red light dyed up and pierced the night sky.

Tinasha thought it was the composition and experience sharpened over the years than its magic that scared the witch.

But the woman in front of me now is different. It puts even more power on simple configurations.

The phantoms used from time to time and the magic of spiritual entry are certainly also high altitudes, but they were by no means preventable for Tinasha, who was prepared and prepared to deal with her.

- I can kill you with this.

She started to think so. But suddenly she was stunned by the voice of the man who jumped in. Unexpectedly creates a gap, but when he returns it to me, he hastily nullifies the light coming towards him. When she put the magic on her voice, she returned it to the man who was not here.

"What is it, suddenly!

"Just listen. That witch has different contents. Inside is the king of Magdalusia."

"Huh..."

"The spirit of a real witch is sealed in the mirror of oblivion. And your spirits. So you go to Magdalusia and break the mirror. So the witch goes back to normal."

…………

It's too flighty to believe.

But she put her trust in the fiancée and in her eyes to see the truth. See again the woman who is the enemy.

Why is the composition simple? Did she appear after the king fell?

That the letter was written in the King's handwriting. its desire for dominance that binds the country. Think about it and you'll have all the twitches.

Tinasha structured herself unchanging. Let it go as a restraint, but raise a chilling voice.

"Break it... I can't leave this place."

I'll take care of it.

"Ha!? It's out of the question that you're irrelevant. I appreciate what you've told me, but stay back in Falsus."

Words that thrust can even hold thorns. I'm not willing to get him involved. To Tinasha, who seeped the will clearly, but returned immediately, the answer was "I don't like it".

It comes to my head reflexively. I don't mind being stubborn as a husband as a private person, but I have a lot to offer.

Mindful of wanting to yell at the man, Tinasha threw up.

"I'm not your wife. I'm the queen of Trudar. And we can't allow your intervention."

- I didn't know how to rely.

I've been told it's sweet.

But four hundred years ago, when she was a queen, she had always lived without relying on anyone.

A young queen from her memory tells her to reject it.

Exactly. This is my battle.

Lost creates weakness. So I'm not lost just now. Ruthless.

Even about him...... I can forget.

Tinasha crossed her hands. A red blade appears in my hand.

The blade was attacked by a witch as she drew an arc. Skilled manipulation avoids the magic launched by the woman in an attempt to offset it, the blade fleshly presses on the woman.

"Damn...... Huh!

The woman metastasized at the moment. But I couldn't avoid it. Her left arm is cut deep.

Under the white light, Tinasha felt like she saw splashing blood. - - My chest hurts.

Are you a witch or a king trying to kill me now? Who is the enemy and who is not?

The stray whispers softly.

But when she exhaled sharply, she closed her thoughts in an instant. I hear a man in that ear.

"Don't bear anything by yourself. You can count on me if you want to regret it later. Then we'll bear it together for the rest of our lives."

- It's a strong word.

Tinasha bit her lip.

I've never hated solitude. That's her swinging cage. Together from the moment I realized it, it's an invisible void that covers her.

But only once did I cry lonely, and when I revealed my hopeless thoughts, there was a man who told me that I could bury it.

And she went over four hundred years. I did get to him.

Yet now, why do you still want to cry?

My chest hurts when I get lost that I can't push to death. scolding, but a gentle voice sounded.

"The mirror is an outsider's curse. I can't break anything but you. I'm coming."

Tinasha does not answer. Just keep mechanically assembling.

"Trust me. I'll do something about it."

Distant memories. Close memories.

The fragments that shape her are brilliant in spirit.

I closed my eyes. I get zero tears from under my eyelids.

I don't even know why I'm crying.

However, I felt that something that had been with her long enough to forget that it was also haunting me slowly melted out and made me cry.

Tinasha swallows a hot breath.

"... no matter how loose the composition, spiritual magic is intolerable to ordinary people"

"I can handle it if I just let him have it. You're the one who decides."

She kicks and jumps in the air. The striking blade was struck with just the same number of light spheres.

What kind of person is a true witch?

Tinasha knows that being abominable and awed in the world is also actually just a human being.

So right now, I really don't want to kill her.

But can we forgive the loss, the sweetness, here and now? Wouldn't you put your own people and just one man on one side of the scale?

If so, that would be an overly disproportionate bet. It must be much safer to kill her here now and then go break the mirror.

Tinasha unleashes her sword into a mediated configuration. I saw the enemy woman offset it with a bitter face.

The moonlight is blue and white illuminating the meadow. While putting that view in the corner of his sight, which could be described as beautiful, Tinasha thought of the Spirit, who was gone.

Why is he sealed in the mirror with the witch? What is a witch to him?

I don't have an answer now.

Just so she can be saved by one man, if everyone wants to save someone.

If you think that connection is valuable.

A man's voice still complains.

"Rely on me. I want to pay back what I owed Druza."

Behind his ears, his voice sounds to the core.

Tinasha looked far away. Whimpering words similar to rainstorms.

"What would you do if… you were carried away and I broke the mirror and the returned witch tried to kill you"

"I kill witches then. That's the sword for it."

Tinasha breathed.

Just as Trudar is an anti-curse force, so the Mage's anti-forces are the swordsmen of Acacia.

And that's no exception for witches. For him, the witch is a relative being from the beginning. - And maybe she herself.

The queen smiled bitterly. Dark eyes are no longer crying. A powerful word can follow the night.

"I command all spirits who hear my voice. - I give two lives. One is to die. And the other is to take the swordsman of Acacia as his temporary master, and to be his power. Answer me if you understand."

After a moment, the voice of acceptance of the eleven Spirits is conveyed.

Tinasha put her sword in her sheath as she tied the line. Look under your eyes.

The Spirit and one man were looking up at her in the meadow after the Trudars had retreated.

Bluer eyes than the night sky.

Uniqueness.

That temperature always gives you strength.

The last stray changes shape.

Disabling the magic unleashed by the woman with a wave of her hand, the next moment she stood next to the man.

Oscar laughed when he saw the face of the woman who had metastasized beside him. I'll wipe your cheeks with my left hand that doesn't have a sword.

"Cryin '"

"Shut up, sir"

"- Hmm, running away?

A woman's voice comes down from above. The two looked up to the Lord of their voices.

She looks at the man standing next to Tinasha and just slightly changes her complexion.

"King Falsus... the owner of Acacia! Did you call a man when you realized you couldn't beat me?

"A little different, but that's the place"

The woman comes down in altitude with her nose ringing. When she floated high for each adult, she saw Oscar with ironic eyes.

"Do you want to drown in a woman and get a hand that no other HR needs? Your woman wakes up too thin. Let's make it a more visible body."

The two looked at each other with a lowly laugh that did not suit their beautiful appearance. Whisper.

"You're being very rude..."

"That was a man's idea. And perverted."

"What are you talking about? Do you know the power of witches?

Wubert raised the woman's arm.

When I got this body, all the uses of power came in. Everything comes true just by thinking. And since gaining the sense of power, humans seemed terribly weak and boring.

I can do anything. Changing the world as you wish. The power made him drunk by becoming a superb alcoholic.

"Look, I'll eat you."

Together with the roaring voice, countless feathers are produced so that nothing can be heard.

Oscar rounded his eyes to a large swarm of worms filling the meadows. Tinasha holds that left hand.

"Okay? Mental surgery begins to dominate using sensory perception as a mediator. Vision, hearing, smell, touch, interrupt into reality through them and nest in the spirit. But don't keep your senses away. That's your lifeline, and it's your weapon. Trust your own inquiry. so that we can see what is true. - You're stronger than a witch."

"Okay."

Temperature and force are transmitted from the touched hand. The worms that were swarming to cover their sight disappeared without any sound.

Tinasha whispers to Oscar with a small laugh.

"I won't know if you're dead."

"I haven't got you yet. Too much heart to die for."

"If you can afford to say a shameful thing, that's enough...................... help me. Please."

"Of course. I'll do what I want."

Tinasha grips the man's hand hard again.

And at the same time as I let go of that hand, she jumped. When approaching a woo belt that floats in space at a rate that is also equal to the metastasis, it stays different.

"Your opponent he will. I'll see you later."

When Woobert looked back as he gave birth to the configuration in his hand, there was no longer a queen there. to let the beautiful prey escape. He turned to Oscar, biting his teeth.

"It's boring to mock a man. Let's just leave him with his neck. I'll show that little busty bitch."

"Don't bark at the power of borrowing. You appreciate the good fortune of attacking his country. If I were you, I would have been a manipulated soldier, but I would have killed him relentlessly."

Wubert, who was nursed as not a true witch, distorted his face. The white appearance stains red and black.

My lips, which would have engraved an attractive grin, moved limply.

"... I'll see if I can say the same thing when I'm torn apart by a thousand"

The dragon is swirling under the blue moon.

In a meadow with huge black shadows traveling, the kings of the two kingdoms were thus to confront each other as enemies with relative attributes.

I don't see houses with lights now that it's late at night because of most of the houses I make a living from farming.

Glimpsing the light of the windows lighting at equal intervals, Tinasha slowly descended towards the castle of Magdalusia.

- If the mirror is placed, is it a treasure trove or the king's private room? Maybe we should catch someone rather than look for them in the dark clouds.

Still, choosing the window in the room as deep as she could, she tore it open and went inside. The conditioning is expensive, but when you run out of an unused, apparently unmanned room, the deck rushes out the shadowy hallway.

From the end of the hallway, soldiers were just about to walk around.

The soldier glared at Tinasha, but before speaking, he was stiff with his sword poked at her, who had transferred to his nostalgia. She orders short.

"Show me to the king's room. Your voice is sealed, so you can't call for help. You know what happens if you resist?

To the noisy threat of an extinct beauty, the soldier moved his mouth like a fish and gasped. But there is no voice, only the air leaks out.

Tinasha smiled flashly.

"Run when you know it. I'm in a hurry."

She waves her right hand gently. That alone smashed the equally large stone statue that had been placed beside it.

The soldier hurriedly nods over and over again and begins to guide him for a small run towards the king's room. While on the road, Tinasha finally reached the king's room, letting the soldiers and women she met faint in one blow, also stunning the soldiers who guided her. Enter the room with your sword drawn.

In the middle of the large bedroom was placed a veiled sleeping table. Tinasha walks over unconstructively and removes the screen with her sword.

There was the body of King Woobert, who had no spirit there. The flesh seems to be maintained by magic, and if you look closely, your chest is raised and lowered by breathing.

"Absolutely. That's something you care about."

I want to do something, but I don't have time for that. On the sleeping table, where only a regular breath could be heard, Tinasha began to look for mirrors using her vision and magic. But soon there was a sound of the door opening behind me.

Tinasha, looking back at her tongue beating, found herself there as the queen Gemma and held her breath. Fasten the reflectively launched configuration. In the eyes of the queen, who stood stunned when she saw the intruder, there was a light of reason not found in the manipulated.

Tinasha turns to Gemma, who doesn't move while standing up.

"Do you have any idea why I'm here?

"Also, I'm sorry... Your Majesty... can't lend you an ear to what I say..."

"I know. Please tell me if the mirror is there because it restores the spirit of the king. You know what?

All of a sudden, her husband got the body of a witch and manipulated the soldiers into the great power. There is no need for colorful blushing. Tinasha knew only a few things about King Uberto before this happened, but he said he was an ordinary king before to hear Regis's review. How easily too much power drove people crazy, Woobert set out to make a new history based on practical examples.

Gemma gives the question a slight glimpse. But you felt Tinasha secretly seeping through the killing, and when you raised your shaky eyes of fear, you pointed to the back of the room.

"Ah, in that room..."

If you ask me, I do have a door. I didn't care if it was a costume room or some kind of door.

Tinasha nodded and turned to the door. Destroy it with magical interference because it was locked. Stepping into the small dark room with the lights on, a stone pedestal was placed against the wall in the front of the room.

On the platform where the red bristle cloth is laid, an old mirror is placed. Tinasha looked nervously at the curse, which reflected dull in the light of magic.

- - An outsider's curse. Something that has power against the law.

After hearing the story again, it looks terribly bottomless, terrible.

But there is no time to be frightened. Tinasha took a deep breath.

"Oh, um..."

Gemma's voice sounds frightened from behind. Tinasha almost told me to back off because it was dangerous, but suddenly she felt a fever that could be burned to the left flank. I'm surprised for a moment - late and severe pain runs all over my body.

"... ahhh!!

Tinasha reflexively broke her body in two. Hold the flank.

Deep down there, there was a skinny dagger stabbed for protection.

Gemma, who stabbed her from behind, stares at the queen who turns to pain with her eyes open to fear.

"Let the witch go... Your Majesty..."

A trembling voice falls. The queen, stranded on the cliff edge of her spirit, fled the spot as she pulled her legs together without even remembering to walk.

But Tinasha can't hold her back or look back. Slightly as he held his hot, cold body, he knelt over a small pile of blood.

The magicians of Trudar, who suddenly arranged a tornado born in the meadows, farther apart, stood up and stared.

Only some know it, but beneath it lies King Falsus.

The Akersian swordsman, who dealt with the witch on behalf of his fiancé, the Queen of Trudar, watched the impending tornado with a tense eye.

"You're not hallucinating, that"

Sounds like it.

The neighbor, Ayle, hammers. This spirit also gives a pale, emotionless answer, so I don't think very much that I'm fighting witches when I'm only listening to the conversation between the two of them.

Oscar asked, shaking Acacia gently.

"Can you turn it off?

"Um, if there's three or four of us. Orders."

"Even so, I don't know the name. Then Mira, I'll take care of it. Pick some people and turn it off."

Only a voice response came back to the man's life from a girl who was not there.

A few seconds late and the tornado stops.

Nark, who had avoided being caught up in the distance, slowly returned. Beyond the meadow, where even a slight breeze has been erased, Woobert blinds his eyes to anger.

"You little spirits... show yourselves!

"Or you seem angry, so just back off a little bit."

The spirits take a distance from the battlefield to obnoxious orders. Only Ayle stayed and stood behind Oscar.

Because Oscars have a protective junction against magic, direct magic attacks are mostly nullified. Nevertheless, the aftermath of mental magic and phenomena caused by magic cannot be prevented. As many times as I have been shown the phantom from earlier.

It's just that Oscars have been cutting through them with unusual innate flair.

"It's the hardest thing to do without killing him alive."

Oscar, who was about to set up Acacia, glanced at the familiar sword of love and frowned.

Soon the sword will be a white snake from the end of the pattern. With his neck, Oscar waved the sword that threatened his owner. Returning his gaze to Woobert, he was just about to strike out three chunks of scorching flames.

Oscar jumped forward from himself against a flame that even burned the air and blocked his escape route. Wave Acacia as a snake.

"How many years do you think I've had this?"

First, the front configuration. Then take a step back and crush the left configuration. Inserting Acacia with each right arm in the flame trying to hit him at the end, he smashed the need.

I don't know what it looks like to be a snake, but it doesn't matter. I know the length, width, weight, everything about Acacia.

But Oscar, who had left the offensive at ease, was stopped with his vision closed for the next moment.

I can't see the moonlight that's been illuminating the meadows, or the lights in the distant city.

True darkness covers the world. Oscar pounded his tongue that he had gone into the enemy's surgery.

He remembers Tinasha telling him to try to close his eyes. She told me not to stay away because the senses can be both lifelines and weapons.

A mocking voice echoes in the dark.

"You should play in the world I've made"

As Oscar sighed abominably, he took a step in the hand with the undone Acacia.

"Dark dark. Actually, isn't it dark? Ayle, are you there?

Just a confirmation, but no response.

Oscar next kicked lightly on the ground. There is a definite response there.

Feeling something, he avoided one step to the left. Something sharp walks past where I've been.

Oscar scratched his head with his left hand.

"Well, the primary purpose is not to die. That would be an easy win."

"Easy win? Can you say you won even if your spirit broke?

"Don't worry, it won't break"

Woobert's amusing laughter echoed as he took the unsolicited Oscar answer as a strength.

"Let me show you the most miserable memory of your past."

The end of the sight lights up brightly. When he saw the place round and bright as if he had turned on the lamp, Oscar looked up. Take your steps slowly.

In the light, one woman was seen falling into depression. Blood twitches and spreads on the floor.

Oscar, who came right next to my mother's body, just looked down at its body, which was immobile at the earliest.

- - He doesn't know what a dead face he was. I haven't seen it.

Will I be seen if I wake up my mother's body here? With that illusion, Oscar smiled all the time.

Sharpen your vision. Thinner and thinner.

In the darkness, the intertwined configurations surfaced.

He takes a step further. Across my mother's body, I acquainted myself with a space of nothing.

"Stupid......!

Stunning voice. Sounds like the vitreous can crush. The darkness burst without hesitation.

When Oscar stands on the original meadow, he looks up at Woobert, right in front of him, but at a height beyond the reach of the sword.

"The past is the past, even when it comes to tragic memories. There's nothing wrong with being shown. Just, well, you feel a little bad. I'll kill you when I get back to my original body."

Woobert stared at the belly of the slightly cut woman by Akersia, who blurred.

The moment Acacia was set up, she was going to flee up reflexively, but she couldn't avoid faster than expected. My hands tremble with a mess.

"How dare... this young man..."

"Kiss my ass."

Oscar checked his left hand as he said. There is a ring given to Tinasha.

If you intend to kill him, you may be able to do so easily.

But if he didn't, Oscar looked up to the sky thinking about how to use it.

The smell of blood tickles my nasal cavity.

Tinasha pulled out her dagger with a short exhale. Swallow the groan and start applying pain relief and healing at the same time.

Gemma probably did it unconsciously, but she got stabbed with a little twist, so she bled unexpectedly. Lost blood can't be done by magic, but it can't be helped anymore.

Tinasha stood up with her hands on the blocked scar and walked over to the mirror. Take it in your hand, taking care not to look in the mirror.

- Will I be able to fulfill it and destroy it from the outside, and the spirit enclosed inside will be safe?

But I lose my flesh, and I think of a witch sealed in a mirror, so it's probably impossible to destroy it from within.

Tinasha begins to pour magic and consciousness into the mirror as she joins forces around her.

I closed my eyes.

My own darkness.

Expand your power to connect it to the mirror.

But the barrier blocked her magic. I accidentally raise my admiration for the elaborately stretched composition.

"Can we solve it... do we have to solve it"

Tinasha explores composition with determination.

Thin mesh eye-like configurations may be able to slip through if concepts are the subject's presence, as in the upper demonic tribe. Perhaps that's how her spirits got inside, too.

But Tinasha, accompanied by flesh, just held his breath and searched for a hold.

Twelve in all.

Find them arranged in a circle and set your aim.

I exhaled all my breath once.

And suck deeply again, and stop.

"... scatter"

All the strongholds are shattered with short words.

The next moment Tinasha began to descend alone in the dark.

The time I was down in the dark felt very long.

But I guess it was actually just a few seconds. Stepping down to a place where there was nothing but darkness, she remembered the surprise of her heart bouncing on the voice of a woman like a shudder.

"Did you break the barrier? I love it when you come all the way here."

"Are you the witch?

"Yes. Lucrezia, a closed forest witch. I was sealing this mirror, and now that it's been wasted."

"Excuse me."

Tinasha unconsciously bowed her head even in reality. Hand on the magic that has been converted to hearing.

To her, who was about to produce words to name for now, but another man's voice overlapped.

"Queen? What are you doing?"

"Sen! I looked for you!

"What queen... Queen of Trudar? This idiot's husband?

"What a fool. What is an idiot?"

"What do you mean, you're not stupid enough to come looking for people and be sealed up with them?"

"Because your barriers are sweet"

Tinasha hastily interrupted the tongue battle between a man and a woman that seemed to last forever if left alone.

"Oh, uh, leave that alone for now. I want to break this mirror now."

"Ha!? I can't do it from the inside. Even from the outside...... I couldn't"

"I know it's hard, but I need to do it. It's a big deal out there right now."

I think I heard Lucrezia sigh in that word.

"Is that because of that guy? A fool who played his spirit to keep him out of containment, but had a person's body"

"Well yes......"

The witch's mood clearly deteriorates in Tinasha's affirmation. Lucrezia exclaimed abominably.

"What's happening now! My body!

"Your body is fighting my… lover"

"……… I want to leave"

A tired word.

I don't know how long the hell you've been in there, but you won't be able to either. I can't forbid sympathy.

Tinasha switched consciousness sharply.

"So I'll see if I can destroy it from the outside. Can I ask you to go inside?

"Okay."

If you destroy it without any precursor, the spirit inside may also be damaged. In addition to witches and spirits, there are countless signs of people in the darkness. Even if we just protected them from destruction and freed them from the mirror, there would be no more of that body left. I just have to slowly melt into the outside world so that my soul after death is.

Still, Tinasha broke off that it was better than being trapped in a mirror like a specimen.

She brings consciousness back out.

Once he retreated the force he had slipped inside, he now began to mirror it as a pressure to destroy it.

"What we should define is the ocean will of power life blends yesterday. The spiralling splash penetrates from sky to earth. Six locked and door-to-door voices. My command is the end of dusk."

Concentrate your magic with a long chant. Each and every one of the complex knitting configurations captures and presses the mirror.

Ordinary magic equipment would have smashed and scattered in an instant. But on Tinasha's forehead began to sweat in a strong curse that never wavered. I recall being pressured by mysterious ruins.

- It's the opposite of what it was then.

But just as inexplicably, Tinasha ate her teeth with the feeling that she would be sucked to the bottom of the unknown curse.

The fingertips touching the mirror turn red and black. The magic and the mirror burst so fast.

But still, Tinasha did not retreat at all.

I left it to Oscar. He trusted me to send him out. You can't not fail to respond.

She now also has his and many other lives at stake.

Never lose.

Focus further.

Step on trembling feet and support your body.

I no longer chant. Concentrate immense and pure magic at one point.

Not enough yet.

- More. I want more power.

Hold down a storm of boiling power. Dominate everything and pour up to that last drop.

"Over... Go... Believe...!

There was a crack in the mirror decoration. Cracks spread from there.

But at that moment, her vision suddenly darkened. We were running out of blood to wield too much power.

I don't know where you're standing.

I don't see anything. I can't hear you.

A moment when even the soul melts out.

When Tinasha slammed all the power on her fingertips, she felt a sense of darkening and fell.

Oscar was distressed by the unusual attack from Woobert.

The occasional lacerations can be healed by the Spirit behind them. The sense of time was not well understood by the spiritual magic of changing hands and changing objects.

It makes me kind of twitch and angry. But it will be Woobert who is more frustrated than that. The man in the form of a witch nestled in the sky, unleashing magic all the time, was poisoned.

"There's a kid who can't do anything without that sword. Don't be afraid of witches!

"I don't want you to tell me. And witches are more scary. I know it was you."

"What?

A huge configuration was put together by anger, and Woobert suddenly stopped moving.

The look freezes.

"No way... no way..."

Oscar looked suspiciously at the misty magic in the middle of the configuration.

Woobert twists himself in the air. I shrugged my head with my white two-handed fingers.

Huge magic begins to swirl inside the soft body. As I called it, a strong wind began to blow over the sky.

"I don't like it... I don't like it..."

A pleading voice falls on a slice of the wind. But no one listened to it.

An overwhelming force appears instead.

A wave of strong magic struck the meadows.

The wind stops.

The moonlight illuminates the woman.

There was a grinning witch floating there.

The witch slowly looks around as she stretches.

When I put the Oscar in that sight, she laughed small. Coming down with air.

"Good evening. Are you the girl's lover? Maybe I should thank you. It's been a long time. Thanks."

Oscar tightened his mind to the tension.

The surrounding atmosphere and magic fluctuations are completely different from those of earlier times. She let the beholder hold the awe as she stood at the entrance of a deep forest without bottoms.

Oscar asks, making sure he holds Akersia's hand.

"Are you Lucrezia?

"That's right. Are you the swordsman of Acacia? It's a strange sign... but you're not a magician."

"It fits with the swordsman of Acacia. I have magic because I'm Lavinia's grandson."

"Huh!? Lavinia has a grandson!? Besides, he's a Farsus direct? It's a lie!"

I kind of like rumors, I felt like I was talking to a normal woman. Oscar is just about to drop his shoulder when he's poked at his intentions.

But for now, I can't feel hostility or killing. I didn't mean to de-alert him, but he was relieved just a little by that.

Lucrezia bends her lips when she sees lacerations all over her body.

"I don't know if there's much healing at all. Think of it as a person's body..."

At the same time, the wound disappears. The witch smiled contentedly.

Oscar makes sure he has no choice but to be concerned.

"What about Tinasha?

"Hmm? You mean that kid? Sen was watching. Why don't we just go right back?

"Right..."

That means you're probably safe. Lucrezia laughed ridiculously at the man who soothed his expression visibly.

"Then I'll go because I need help. I'll see you when I'm on edge."

The witch waved with her amber eyes brilliant. The figure disappears unexpectedly.

With her dismal exit, the overnight war came to an end. It was shortly after that that Mira, the same spirit, whispered to Oscar that the Spirit with the Queen had returned to the castle.

After finishing his role, he looked up into the sky as he delivered Acacia to his sheath.

In the middle of a cloudless, sunny night sky, a glowing blue moon emitted a clear glow somewhere reminiscent of his beloved woman.

The story of Magdalsia attacking Turdar ran around the continent overnight.

Though some criticized Trudar for being sweet, that he had rendered most soldiers unharmed and powerless, many humans fought against their heterogeneous and overwhelming power. The name of the magical power thus spread with even greater awe, as Tinasha intended.

Wubert, king of Magdalusia, was to have died in battle on the battlefield, but the truth is that he had been tragically murdered in his bedroom. But Magdalsia, and Turdar, kept their mouths shut about the witch and the king insane in her power.

A decree was drawn in Magdalusia concerning the inexplicable departure of troops and the death of the king, and two days later, as he had finished and anointed it all, a young nephew took power on behalf of Woobert, who had no children.

"I knew it was Lucrezia who killed Woobert"

"I guess... well, I can't even do it"

In the guest room of the castle of Trudar, two kings drink tea.

One is the queen, the lord of this castle, and the other is the man who will be its husband. Tinasha sighed like a snap as she breathed in her still hot tea.

"Lucrezia went in there about sixty years ago on purpose to seal that mirror. That's right. Try to keep your body magically... with a magical sleep, right? So, they set a junction in the woods near the castle in Magdalusia, and settled there with the mirror. - But someone unsealed it and gave Woobert the mirror. I was pulled out of my spirit but bounced out of the mirror by her. Woobert said wandering around... I guess I was drawn to her body with power. I was angry. Take it."

"That's right. Why was your spirit sealed?"

"It seems that her wave of magic leaked outside because the seal was unsealed. So, go look at it suspiciously... because the superior demons are vulnerable to what acts on the spirit. He said he slipped through the barriers she put up and sealed them together. I knew she was mad."

"I see. Well, wasn't it good as it turned out?

Tinasha tilts her neck at the man's words. He smiled badly at people.

"You got lost killing a witch because of that. You."

"Mm..."

Half is a star. I didn't want to kill a witch who was in love with the Spirit.

- But the truth is, whoever it is, it's the same.

I don't want to kill you for no reason. Tinasha thinks so because she has mowed many lives with her own hands.

One of the reasons why she stayed in the castle four hundred years ago in the war was, of course, her restraint on the old institutionalism, but she was lost in twisting many human beings with her own overwhelming power.

Fighting between soldiers, killing by means of intelligence, I do not think they will be forgiven.

But I feel there's a slight difference there, and I'd rather think so, and she gets lost.

"I'm just a little tired."

"You're too uptight. Rely on me more. It's not what it was 400 years ago."

"Right...... Thank you."

The story of Oscar's involvement in this war has even been laid low by the Falsas. The heavy ministers seemed to feel thin against the king who suddenly disappeared, but no one put it out in his mouth. Only Lazar said, "Weigh yourself".

Tinasha puts her mouth on a cup of tea that has become moderately warm.

"And I wonder what Valt thinks. I knew you unsealed the mirror."

"I guess that's him. Light yourself up and extinguish the fire. Was it out of the math that the witch came out?

"Um, it's too mysterious. Did he say anything else?

"... nothing"

Tinasha tilted her neck to an uncommonly badly toothed Oscar.

"What is it? Did they say anything?

"No, nothing. Never mind."

"If that's what you say, it's fine. Uh, can I ask you something for a second?

"Hmm, what?

"Did you originally know Lucrezia?

That is a question that I could not hear or forget because I wanted to. The name I heard from "his" mouth only once four hundred years ago. Tinasha has always wondered if that was referring to the same person as the witch.

But Oscar, who was asked, just looked stunned.

"Fool or you. The calculations won't fit. It's sealed before I was born."

"... right? Never mind."

Tinasha waved gently to cut the story off.

Little by little, a lot has changed. This could be one of them, or maybe not.

It's just now for her. Tinasha bites off her happiness and smiles.

Oscar took a serious look at the young queen who was about to leave. I recall unexpectedly a sobbing relief smile the first time I saw him.

That's about a year since then. I think it was oddly fast, and I think I was going far. Thinking of the journey, he closed his eyes.

"I'm having a hard time."

"What is it? Suddenly... I know"

"There's no other woman."

"I also think there would be a problem if I were here at this time of year...... What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing"

Tinasha glanced at a man who seemed to be hiding something, saying he had a bad tooth cut. But unlike her, she won't tell me if I question her. Deciding it was probably no big deal, she loosened the legs she was putting together.

Just stare at one man.

He looked just like the man he met when he was a kid, and he looked completely different.

Tinasha smiles at the emotional depth.

"After all, you didn't lie."

"What are you talking about?

"It's a secret. It's each other."

To Oscar frowning, she raised her voice and laughed.

Four hundred years ago, when she was queen, she was always in the whirlpool of lonely battles.

But those days were finally to be treated as a terrible, distant past in her.