Unnamed Memory

What is despair?

If that's synonymous with death, I've tasted it many times already. My own death, the death of others, passed him by many times.

Too many tragedies wear out emotions. Screaming, crazy, and still standing up for the beginning, he eventually came to think that - no matter when or how a person dies, that doesn't make sense in itself.

"Valt, are you falling asleep?

He raised his face to the voice of a woman who looked ridiculous.

I don't know where I am for a moment. But soon, I realized that was the castle's talking room.

The woman is laughing with the paperwork in her arms. He bowed his head in panic.

"My queen... I apologize for this"

"I don't mind. You must be tired. Why don't you get some rest once in a while?

She sat across from him as she pulled the chair. Spread the paperwork in your hand. When he glanced at the closest paperwork, it was a summary of the usual yields about crops.

Fu and prank come to mind. He saw a beautiful queen.

"There will be a terrible storm in the east this month."

"Huh? Really? Your predictions will come true... It's harvest time, and I think we should tie the line."

"I thought I should do that. Let me help you."

"It helps. I'll get Oscar permission by the end of the day."

She smiles like a flower. The man who smiled bitterly at that smile - but suddenly got slapped on the shoulder and jumped up.

The girl who woke him up peeks worryingly from the top. In his green eyes, Valt finally remembered reality. "Good morning," he answers, reaching out and touching his soft cheeks.

The girl pointed her little mouth.

"Aren't you tired of falling asleep? I knew we'd postpone it."

"I'm fine. I was just having an old dream."

Valt stood up, saying. He was going to sit in a chair for a bit and think, but he fell asleep at some point. I totally wasted my precious time.

But - he laughs bitterly remembering what she looks like in his dreams.

That's it, it's a precious dream. Never again. Events. Memories nowhere to be left.

Maybe that dream I had today meant something.

Valt stares at the girl sitting in front of him. Glossy silver hair. Light grass eyes. In a few more years, she'll be a glossy beauty with a smell on her face. But now she stands there with some unreliable light.

Valt hugged the girl as she extended her arm.

"Thanks till now"

"What the sudden. I thought you were tired.

"Fine, fine. Let me tell you something. Because this is the separation."

"Don't say anything like forever goodbye. I've already ordered dinner for you."

Walt closed his eyes and laughed at the girl's voice like a shudder. But the arms that hold her trap her so strong and luxurious.

"I love you. Happy to be with you."

"Isn't that the wrong way to say it? I'm not leaving you. What happens to dinner, at all?"

"Right. Forgive me."

"Tomorrow and the rest of the day, you'll be at the table with me."

"Yeah."

Valt nods his face at the girl's hair laughing at her voice alone.

I wanted to be.

No, I had a life like that.

I lived peacefully until I was old and death divided us both.

But I've had enough. I got too much love.

We had countless tables together. That was very happy - and sad for that matter.

I can't give him back just the same love that was constantly poured out during so many distractions. Because I know the enormity of it.

So instead, give the girl something else.

Eventually it will be forgotten, but surely it is also a testament to his thoughts.

And he goes onstage.

To bring the curtain down to a comedy that keeps turning.

It was clear sunny outside.

Occasionally clouds flow into the blue sky over the vitreous.

I guess the sky is windy. Tinasha stared nostalgically at the scenery changing from moment to moment.

The door in the back room opens. She bowed her head toward the man in the suit who came out of there.

"There's nothing wrong with security, Your Grace."

"I haven't reigned yet. Dear Tinasha."

Regis, called His Majesty, grinned bitterly.

At this time now, there is no king in Turdar. The queen, who had just left yesterday, smiled like a prank and waved to the new king who was to reign.

"It's the same thing already. Looks like we've got a whole line of seats."

"Okay."

Regis handed Tinasha the paperwork he had. The reign ceremony to be performed does not involve spiritual inheritance, but is a ceremony that places more emphasis on fruit than rituality. Regis was to lay down his royal government over the next six months, and then he was to run the country with two pillars, the King and the Council.

He looks up at the sky Tinasha was looking at until earlier.

"Nice weather...... Dear Tinasha, I like this country."

"I know you well. You're going to be a good king."

In a clear praise, Regis gave a lit laugh. But as soon as he is in the face of the king, he leaves the room graciously. To Tinasha following him, Regis whispered without turning around.

"It's good to see you. Be happy."

Man's emotional words.

Tinasha smiled with her eyes closed when she heard it.

The reign ceremony began as planned.

Tinasha, who had been entrusted not as a lineman, but as the head of the guard, had touched the stretched configuration while standing just outside the cathedral door.

Her place hits the back of the central altar, so she's blocked from the front seat and blind spot on the altar, but perhaps her fiancée should be there. He and I have been busy with each other for the past few days and a prenuptial phalsus gesture, and we haven't even met face to face. Tinasha grinned bitterly, feeling somewhat strangely nostalgic.

Refrain from the wedding two days later, and her identity is currently floating in the universe.

She was a royal treatment of Trudar, but no longer a princess, but rather used her current position to turn back. Both dark eyes are closed because perception is entrusted to the configuration. But in his ear he could hear the mouth of Regis on the stage. Tinasha laughs small at a sharp and flexible proclamation that well represents his character.

I can't feel any suspicious movements at the moment. If we keep going, we should be done in about five minutes.

Tinasha, who sensed the magic of Pamira coming around and showed her with her eyes closed, accidentally frowned shapely, however.

- I can hear you.

That's the only voice she can hear. It's the voice that calls her.

A slight magic, but not an indication of the weakness of the power of its bearer. Instead, it is manipulated to cleverly sew the boundaries of the castle and reach only her.

Exceptional magic and composition could have been enough magicians to make a name for themselves in history if they normally served the castle.

But he lurks behind history and conspires.

Tinasha could not imagine what a man born with vast memories and records was thinking and trying to exchange.

What the whispering voice tells us is congratulations to the new king and blessings to her soon to be married.

You just can't possibly accept that on par or anything, and you wouldn't think so over there.

Regis's mouth ends.

On the birth of a new king, a round of applause arose. The cathedral is filled with enthusiasm.

This opens a new curtain for this country. I want people living in this country to be happy, if they can and always will be. So that the good government may mark the hour, so that it may protect the people. Tinasha thinks of a country without two.

- That's why I couldn't let people like me for conspiracy.

The composition of the security consists of fifteen parts, each with multiple magicians.

She was touching it just to make sure. If you leave, there is no obstacle.

The decision is for a moment.

She traces her voice with a sharpened consciousness. Find the tip of a thin, thin, hidden configuration.

I won't let you get away with it anymore. I won't allow it to disappear.

Capture, rule and yield. There is no forgiveness there.

Capture the presence Tinasha's stretched magic desires. In this country. But quite apart.

But wherever it was, it didn't matter to her about distance or anything.

Tinasha smiled invincibly, jumping from the cathedral boiling with blessings for the new king to the voice calling on her without chanting.

Jumping ahead was a wide meadow surrounded by woods. The wind is rocking the grass like a wave.

The man standing in the center of it laughed happily when he saw the woman who appeared in front of him.

"Oh, I knew you'd come. I thought you were the only one with a camouflage who could find my place."

Tinasha kneaded her right hand. A forbidden configuration is laid around the area.

Walt turned a blind eye to its speed of action or judgment, or to its elaborate composition itself. I can admire it, including surprises.

"That's just great. But you don't have to hurry. 'Cause you're not running away from me."

"That's a special victory. So are you also prepared to die?

"Of course. Whenever and wherever you die. That readiness was made before the day. But... now it's time to never again. Do you really know how precious that is?

The man looked up into the sky. Clouds flow at considerable speeds. There was so much loneliness in his eyes that he couldn't fit in.

Tinasha once had similar eyes. But the loneliness of the two is completely different in nature.

I don't know Walt's loneliness from Tinasha. And she didn't know what he wanted.

Valt points to the high sky.

"There used to be a blue tower standing here. There are traps, demons and other trials available in the tower. To those who cut through all of them to the top floor, the witch who lives there said he had fulfilled his wish. - Now it's a tower that's never been in the past or in the future."

"Is that the witch, me?

"Yes. The fifth, blue moon witch, who is called the strongest. She's not here now. She looks like you. Surprised?"

"A little. I knew it."

Tinasha hears the windy brunette.

Why am I married to Oscar over time in the world before the alteration? Why didn't he tell me why? mighty magic and a long time. There is one existence from which they derive.

But still, there was no certainty, and that's why Valt accidentally told me last time to freeze it.

The man drops his gaze and looks at a meadow with nothing.

"In this wilderness you built a tower and lived alone the whole time. I was stronger and more ruthless than you are now. So when I first heard that you didn't become a witch, and fell asleep in magic - I was delighted. Come on, let's go get another elteria. It's time to put the curtain down."

Valt took the little white box out of his nose. We both know what's in there.

Tinasha licked her lips, alarmed by a man who didn't know what she was thinking.

"I'm not going to go get it. Give it back."

"I'm coming. You are willing to go. Because hostages work for you."

Walt rang his finger when he said he was rushing. The world moves only slightly.

There have been signs of vague magic that I've felt somewhere. Tinasha turns her complexion to battle.

"What..."

"I shed just a little power. Wouldn't you know that? Feel it."

With a face full of room, the man closes his eyes.

Tinasha followed the magical fluctuations felt slightly, staring hatefully at its plain face. It goes on everywhere. Follow it and finally get the whole story.

Tinasha stood stunned when she understood what the composition was.

I can hear the chill itself.

"Okay? The hostage to you is this country itself. If you don't cooperate, Trudar will be destroyed."

The structure shown by Valt is a huge magic formation that circles five cities and villages around the castle capital of Turdar.

The technique, secretly strewn like a grassroots, was a terrible mass killing magic that, if activated, would summon magic while eating life within its range, causing further storms to wreak havoc on the country.

Tinasha is wary of an unprecedented curse.

"Oh, my God..."

"It took me over three months to grow this far since I planted the surgery. Normally, you'll notice. I raised him carefully and carefully. If you planted this on Falsus, they might have noticed, but Trudar is a magical country. You wouldn't have noticed if there was a slightly weird sign of magic, would you?

Tinasha bit her teeth at her own lapse. Indeed, on several occasions I was surprised by strange magical fluctuations. But Valt was right, he didn't make sure what it was.

That diversion is here now, in its worst form.

I said I like this country, Regis.

Mages at dawn in research, people living in peace.

All those lives are on top of each other.

"I'm not the magician. If you kill me, he'll activate the operation. Yeah, you shouldn't think about telling anyone. There's nothing anyone can do. Five definition names are given. If you know, you'll just create panic and... guilt."

brutal facts can be stated.

The road is nowhere near the earliest. Everything is blocked.

Tinasha shook her magic at an emotion she couldn't hold off.

"Why! So much for putting so much life on the scale, is that what you're trying to do!?

"I don't. It's selfish. But I don't feel guilty. It's a temporary matter of how he died. I can rewrite it right away. That's what they all came for."

Is it my fault that I saw that voice, the flame swinging quietly behind my eyes?

Valt laughed at Tinasha as he gave her a sarcastic look.

"Shall I tell you something good? Why did you choose Trudar as your target? Of course, in your country, it's because you're weak. But more than that... this is the country itself that was born as a result of the alteration."

"... Huh?

"Don't you see? Truth is, Trudar is a country that was destroyed four hundred years ago when your belly was torn. But with your help, history has changed, and even the country has remained. Truth is, most of Turdar territory was a wilderness invaded by a curse in these days."

"Huh...? Ugh... right... right?

The questioning was rejected by silence.

At the same time, understanding what it means, power loops out of Tinasha's entire body. Despair struck her like a darkening vision that would make her unable to breathe better.

Four hundred years ago and now, she loved this country and crushed her bones for the sake of the people of this country.

But was it an impossible peace if it were true?

Was this true country supposed to perish with her that day?

Fear captured her ankle. It slowly freezes the body as it brings its head.

Valt looked just a little sad and saw her like that.

"The world repairs to minimize the impact of Elteria's alteration. But the impact of changing the very survival of one country was enormous. I have no heartache about holding Trudar hostage. [M] It's not really a country. What about you, then? Is it painless to see César sacrificed by so many people instead because of Trudar's survival? If Trudar had perished as he should have, Cesar would not have."

Tinasha couldn't return anything to the challenging words she could slap.

César, who kept killing the people for the army of death, the desolate country was filled with many mournings.

Are those all things that have been brought to Trudar instead of prosperity?

And if that's true.

History was different because of her and Oscar.

The illusion of falling everywhere.

Someone whispers to give up their thoughts.

But she closed her eyes tightly. The time it takes to get into the grid feels longer than ever.

I can't see anything. A dark tour.

When she finally waved her wear after them, she looked up. The dark eyes are seeping with bitter determination and will.

"But I won't let you say you're not guilty. Whether it's about César or not. Trudar does exist. Even as a result of this alteration, I will protect my country."

"Then let me ask you what I want. Elteria's a treasure trove in Turdar?

"Now... it's in the treasure trove of Falsus"

Tinasha bites her lips.

I can't see ahead. Maybe what's right.

However, in order to hold onto something important that was about to fall away, she was set to go down the prepared path.

When Regis' reign ceremony was over and all the guests moved into the hall, Oscar, one of the main guests, tilted his neck when he realized there was no fiancée in the hall.

I heard they're turning around the back, but aren't you going to show up here either? Maybe he respects the tenacity of Falsus, but it's kind of boring. I just thought I'd see an adorable smile for the first time in days, and I felt like I was wearing a shoulder watermark.

- But let's just do what we have to do.

Oscar, who thought so and headed to Regis, turned his eyes round, rather acknowledging that his opponent was coming toward him early enough. Regis gives a brief tribute and whispers to Oscar.

Oscar was stunned by the content. In other words, "Tinasha disappears and will not return," said the king of Trudar.

The two kings face to face with unpredictable causes.

Without knowing that this very country where they are had already been put on a plate of scales, Oscar called the name of the Spirit when he left the hall with a harsh look.

I can't remember clearly when I first met Miralis.

It had been pushed away by a running stream of overly vast memories and had no longer seeped into obscurity.

Instead, for the first time for her, it always gets overwritten.

Memories, memories, and tribulations that can never be shared.

If they are passed down to her.

If you are trapped in endless loneliness and agony.

I wish there was no such thing as a world.

He always thought so at death.

The only voice he can hear whispers anxiously.

'Are you okay?' asked the girl, Valt returning the affirmation in an attempt to reassure her.

I can't tell her the truth. We have to hide it through to the end. If she finds out, she'll give him priority over her future. Valt knew it was happening more than once.

Do not let the true hope be known what will happen when it is exchanged. Sooner or later, she'll forget everything and now it's time to live happily ever after.

A long brunette walks a few steps ahead of him.

Valt looked amused to see different soldiers and magicians fall in love with the beautiful walking figure and bow their heads.

The invisible magic inflicted on him by Tinasha is truly robust and no one realizes it. It is the thought of knowing once again her power to deceive easily even the magician who serves the castle.

The two were walking early enough down the hallway of Falsus Castle towards the treasure trove. Where people are gone, Valt speaks to Tinasha.

"Can't you do the metastasis?

"Then I suppose it's an anomaly, okay?

"That's not good. Let's keep going."

Even for Valt, who used to serve in Falsus, this castle is a place he knows on his own. Walt shrugged his shoulder as he proceeded without hesitation alongside Tinasha.

"I didn't think they were taking one like that and transferring it to Falsus"

"And I dared to move it because I thought you would."

"You've always trusted the swordsman of Acacia."

"Naturally."

Valt looked nostalgic at the woman returning in a grumpy manner.

He's the only memory I know. It brings back memories of when she was queen of this country.

"You're sending all the strange fates... I really want you to be happy, but you're too powerful for that. I'm sorry."

She glanced at Valt at the voices she thought were really bad, not teasing. But I look right back at you without answering anything.

Turning left at the corner, there stood soldiers guarding the treasure trove. They look at Tinasha and bow their heads in surprise.

Tinasha put her hands together in front of her face.

"Excuse me, Oscar asked me to run some errands... can I let you through?

It's a place where no one can cross without permission. But we all know she'll be queen in two days. And how adorable the king is to her.

She is an incomparable magician. If you really want to go in, you can magically push it in. You can't go all the way through here. I mean, what she says is true. That's what they decided.

Thanking them for the pleasant left and right split, Tinasha goes through between them. She took a small sigh of sigh so no one could tell.

Turn two corners.

The treasure trove door is almost there.

As Tinasha stood in front of a heavy and huge door, she interfered with and pushed open the magic. Keep going inside.

Elteria's pedestal that was taken away the other day. On top of that, there was another box on it now. Valt admits it and leaks a sigh of relief.

To the man's appearance, Tinasha threw up bitterly as she unbound the pedestal.

"Is this okay? I'm sure you'll solve Trudar's tricks."

"Still waiting. This is the real deal."

The man put out the same box from his nostalgia. Give that to Tinasha.

Turning to her, who frowned suspiciously, Valt told her well.

"I ask you to destroy Elteria. That's what I'm here for."

Suddenly for the stated purpose, Tinasha flashed. Unexpectedly said, "Yes?" and ask back.

But seriously, the man looked back at her with a quiet eye.

"We have to do two things at the same time. Otherwise, one of them will activate and complement it. You're the only one who can do that. You're the only one in history who's powerful enough to destroy an outsider's curse. You would have proved that before, wouldn't you?

"So... why..."

Question that came out with a mouthful.

Valt mocked the question.

"Why? There's more to the stupid question. You're asking me what I remember before the tampering, right?

Sparkly rage, but he put it away in an instant. When I smile quietly as usual, I put the Elteria box I had on the pedestal.

As the man turned to the beautiful witch, he began to tell his story.

"It's on record that the beginning was the death of one child. I don't know why I died, I haven't been touched by that. It's irrelevant."

A small sigh falls.

"Someone stood beside her when her mother was holding her child's body and crying. It is. And I've given you two elterias...... The mother used it and died helping her child. And the child's far descendants are me. - - Descendants of mothers and children in contact with outsiders were taken in as part of Elteria's, outsider's curse. They're using my soul as a recording board."

Valt poked his temple with his finger, trying to snort it just with his mouth.

"It's all written down in me when and who used Elteria for what. So far, the last time it was used was sixteen years ago, in Falsus. The former queen used it to help her son.... And in the history of Elteria, the biggest rewriting took place in Trudar four hundred years ago. It is an alteration made by the twenty-first king of Falsas, Oscar Laes Increatus Roz Falsas, to alter the witch's past, which was his wife. It would fit, wouldn't it?

To the pale truth told, Tinasha just had to listen to it flashly.

How long has the story been going on?

A mother who lost her child. That one tragedy is the beginning of everything now?

It's an uninterrupted story. But part of it, she frowned when she felt something she couldn't miss hearing.

"An outsider, then, is what you really are?

"Yes. I don't know what it is. God is no great thing. They didn't make this world. They're looking at this world from the outside. Like observing a boxyard. Like growing bugs. It records humans by means of spells and causes them to be called experiments. That's what this world is all about."

A chill ran through Tinasha's spine.

Such an imagination slips down her consciousness, as it is still being seen by someone, as it is being observed.

Mysterious ruins, mirrors of oblivion, and Elteria. What they bring is records and experiments. They peek into this world as they intriguingly stop writing about the flesh of men, their spirit, their power, their copies and their shaking history.

Tinasha doesn't know if it's fear or despair that spreads at her feet. I was just so anxious and so strongly hoped that Oscar would be next door now.

Valt wandered his gaze in a similar mood to his impatience.

Beyond the wall, he moves his neck slowly as he looks at the wider world. And he acknowledges the woman at the end. I laughed unexpectedly.

"You don't get it now. But you knew a little about being a witch. Because she was also the one who came across eternal times with stacked memories."

The beautiful woman looks overlapping with the most powerful witch.

Same, but different woman. Knowing the eternal times, she was always somewhere sad and self-derisive.

"It's not about four hundred years. I've spent many times that time alone. If the previous Lord doesn't die, we won't be able to extract the memories of repetition. Our Lord is always lonely. I can't share the repetition with anyone. Imagine the decency. My father has always started to commit suicide. When I'm 17, when I'm 13, when I'm 10... you're a weak person, aren't you? Totally."

I can't tell Valt that I shouldn't have had kids if that was about it. Because he knows exactly why he didn't do it.

And that's why he's trying to end this play another way.

If the tragedy passes, it becomes a comedy. It is time to draw the curtain to the stage where people continue to dance unintentionally.

"Sometimes I just went back for a day. Going back for years. I started over before I was born. We don't know when or where to rewind. But that comes relentlessly. It was only the first time I was happy to know what was ahead. I got bored right away. I rubbed it off. I was going crazy. Dead or dead, I'm back again when I realize it. How long do I have to repeat this?

There was no word I could give back. Tinasha frowns.

Words spoken calmly are filled with endless despair.

And there's nothing in her that weighs that much.

What's in her is another, more crying memory.

She's the only one who can understand that. Let no one understand Valt's despair.

"I've tried to destroy it several times before. But an outsider's curse cannot be broken by much force, and there are two. I found out on the way that you were the only one who seemed to be able to destroy me, but I've never been able to reach you, and I've died before. It didn't work out for me, and I thought I'd give up. Elteria is going to die in the treasure trove of Trudar and Farsas.... but something happened that couldn't have happened. Over four hundred years, history was altered. You're not a witch anymore."

"... can't you wake up? Have I ever ceased to be a witch?

Walt grinned bitterly at the grunting question. Lie down and shake your eyes.

"It's not impossible that you didn't become a witch. You know the activation conditions for Elteria? How are we getting past coordinates? - That sphere reacts to the user's obsession with humans. Love or hate. Strong thoughts allow activation. So flying hundreds of years ago is not something that can happen. You wouldn't be obsessed with an old man like that, would you? But there was only one exception. A man who loved witches and made them his wife... your husband."

Tinasha felt as though she was listening to Miga.

If it weren't for the stories I've been through, I wouldn't have believed it.

But it must be true. Lavinia said she could change the past if she was ready. That would also be true in a way. Strong obsession with the target audience. Prepared enough to think you don't mind sacrificing yourself. Tinasha recalls that Elteria did not activate in an attempt to save the child who was killed at the sacrifice of the curse. If it was the mother of the child who took Elteria then, I'm sure that sphere would have flown her into the past. Would that tragedy have been avoided?

"Four hundred years ago, you must have been surprised. When I finally thought I had fallen asleep after the repetition, my time started again."

Imagining that surprise is easy for Valt.

I'm sure it was a stunner similar to unlimited despair. The curse on future generations, so much so that it's written all over the record.

"But instead, hope has arisen for me. If you're not a witch. And if we follow him to this day and age. That's what I thought."

And that hope is coming true now.

He succeeded in completely intertwining Tinasha.

A witch who once possessed immense power and barely showed herself even before men. Even after meeting Oscar as queen, she didn't listen to any suspicious stories.

But she's not right in front of me right now. She's a ruthless woman who keeps getting lost.

It was a shame for Valt that Turdar did not perish. He knew that she would never abandon her country after seeing a witch who had died and become a soul and kept living for a people who had lost even her personality.

Now is the time to never again.

Neither he nor his girl will be saved forever if we miss this place.

morning to wake up from the rewind. I never wanted to taste that nothingness again.

"There is no world where everyone is happy. Someone is crying instead of laughing. Someone dies for someone who survives. And as long as there's someone unfortunate, Elteria will continue to be used.... I'm sorry about that. Everyone can only think of themselves. I guess they can't imagine what's going on in the shadows...... Poor, angry. - Come on, break it. You can do that."

Shot through his sharp eyes, Tinasha stood still.

Neither his despair nor his misery can be denied.

But some of them were as undeniable as others.

My eyeballs are hot if I notice. I want to cry because of my sentiments. It's just a personal thought.

But she knows how precious it is.

Saving people again, just as people hurt people. The danger and difficulty of meeting, connected like a thin, unreliable spider's thread.

Tinasha wept.

Now is not the time, I'm sure, to cry.

For your own good. And for the man in front of you.

She stared at Valt with her wet, dark eyes. Beyond a long silence, he shakes his head slightly.

"I can't... No matter how selfish or selfish you are, you just... think, want, and finally reach out enough to sacrifice yourself... I can't deny their thoughts back in time."

In a whispering, but cored word of rejection, Valt sarcastically hoisted his lips. Burning anger erupts.

Why don't you understand? Will you listen to me?

I'm not preaching justice. Even though we're talking absolutely.

I just want you to save your distorted soul from spiritual distress.

It could easily be obtained by other human beings. Why doesn't that come true for me?

He stares so hatefully at women. An unbreakable burst of fury shouted.

"If now is a good time, is that it?!? If I am, if my country is happy!

"No...... no"

"What happens if someone uses it again if you miss Elteria now and nobody can break it that way! Whether your loved ones are in terrible sight because of it, or your raw will be altered, can you still forgive this curse!

To the words that strike, Tinasha just goes down for the first time.

Before I heard the activation conditions, I might have nodded at the destruction.

But she couldn't do that anymore.

How can you deny the heart of a mother who wants to help her child? I want to save my beloved human being even if I override the principle, isn't that why people are here?

Tinasha smiled. If Oscar saw that smile, he might have said "crybaby". A voice that passes like a thin whistle is spun.

"If someone were to use Elteria again...... I would like to draw that thought. Even if it's mine, and our harm. Even if you can hurt me. I want to accept that person's thoughts… enough to move Elteria…"

The man opened his mouth flashly.

Her eyes are turned to her like she has lost sight of the spearhead of anger, the sharpening of her passion.

Tinasha looked back at his eyes with a core similar to that of prayer.

Zero unspoken breath falls from a man's mouth. Valt scratched his head with a troubled face, leaking a slightly bitter and mixed sigh of laughter.

"Totally... I thought it was easier than witchcraft, so you're very nice. That's more than I expected. I was hoping for some more normal reactions."

"Excuse me."

I apologized reflexively, and Tinasha noticed something strange. It's not like I'm apologizing or someone else. Just because she made her intentions clear, things haven't always been going on.

But whatever settlement we move toward, Tinasha had something to check on.

Mouth the question.

"Can I ask you one thing? What the hell will happen to the world if we destroy Elteria?"

Her question, I guess, was within expectations. Valt laughed just at his mouth.

"Because I've never been able to break either of them. I don't know. But there are two more leading candidates. I'm guessing you have predictions, too."

I don't know if the man's words are true or if he dares blur.

I just did have two predictions for Tinasha, too.

One is the possibility that after destruction, time will continue to flow like this without anything.

And the other is the possibility that all the alterations made by the power of Elteria are gone, and that everything will be redone from the beginning again.

If you normally think about it, it would be the former. But if the fortune teller who entrusted Elteria to Lavinia's saying, "Using that sphere is like plugging a stick into a pile of deposits" is true -

Tinasha stares at Valt.

There was an enlightened renunciation and a quiet determination.

I've seen those eyes many times. She knew what that meant.

The balance swings instably. The plates are filled with important things.

You must be arrogant to want to protect everything.

But if I choose one, can I be strong? Or what if I don't give in?

She looks back at the man in front of her.

In his eyes had already been lit a strong light held by those who had crossed the choices.