Unnamed Memory

At the end of the training, Oscar rents a tower bath and eats dinner.

The first time he was put through the bathroom, he got stunned by surprise, too. On the top floor of the tower, higher than the spire of the castle, there was a hot tub that seemed to allow a little swim in the face of a large window.

"Don't you see this whole thing from the outside?

"I can't do how many people have good eyesight. Besides, it only looks like a wall from beyond."

"That's funny."

She tells me to touch whatever she wants, except the magic equipment, which makes me use the tower relatively to Oscar's freedom.

But that would not be because I am forgiving him, but because I fully grasp his power. Once he tried to tap his shoulder from behind, she looked back before the hand touched him, looking up at him with the eye of instantaneous warfare.

So Oscar turned his eyes round when she came to her room using the transfer team only that day. I peek into your face.

"What? Do you even have errands?

"A little. Do you still have something to do?

"No, not particularly."

"Then you're just going to bed"

When she says so, she pulls Oscar's arm and tries to take him to the bedroom.

Naturally, she couldn't possibly move with her power and weight, so Oscar looked up at the witch standing in front of her as she walked herself to the bedroom in surprise.

The moonlight illuminates her from behind.

The grown-up smile was beautiful enough to soothe.

I want to touch that white skin unexpectedly. I don't know if I want to be sure or get it.

I just felt so far away that Oscar closed his eyes instead of hugging his thin body.

The witch reaches out her white hand and touches his cheek.

Small hands. Soft feel. A relaxing, chest-stirring contradiction.

A warm force was poured out of it.

"Well, please get some sleep."

Signs of a witch laughing all the time.

Oscar was hit when he understood what it meant, and he was already dragged into a sleep he never dreamed of.

The witch laid the man's body properly on the sleeping table and nodded satisfactorily when she put on a cloth. Keep going out the door.

- This is the real deal.

Several misguided castle men look back suspiciously at the Lord of unseen beauty, but no one calls for restraint because she walks too dignified.

But there was only one woman who looked at her in amazement and dropped her off.

[]/(v5r, vi) (uk) to be ashamed/to be ashamed of/

I love you. I love you.

I just think of you.

Unconveyed emotions into a thousand fragments.

One hundred degrees of repetition of words that can be different.

Just a little delivery.

I thought you were really just me.

Tinasha woke up.

The visible format is the tower room. It's my bedroom.

- I was having some kind of crazy dream.

I've never loved anyone. Yet my dreams whispered even words of affection toward someone.

I have no idea what the impact is. Is it because I haven't treated people for a long time?

Tinasha thinks of a man who can also be described as a disciple. I think it has a similar relationship to warm water that can be described as intimate.

But I'm sure you've never been relaxed.

I can't even loosen it. I'm nurturing the possibility of killing myself.

I'm not willing to show you everything in my hand. If that blade could be directed at me along the way, I would kill him without hesitation.

You should be able to kill him.

Tinasha lifts her forehead when she rises to the bedroom.

"Damn...... why did you show up before me again. You have no idea what that means."

"There's a witch!?

Nearly ten magicians fill a small basement built in a cave.

One magician nodded at the scream of an old man full of bones and skins.

"Definitely. Says she's a blue moon witch."

"Is that woman again... But why? Are you confused?"

"I thought Prince Falsus might have something to do with it. Looks like he went to the Witch's Tower, and maybe he's an accomplished man."

"Damn......! You abominable Falsus royalty!! Ask that woman for help right away..."

A curse that revealed an abomination.

That's because this old magician has once been relative to the witch of the day. Seventy years ago, by her all prospects were attributed to blisters. Everyone in the room knows about it.

A young magician approached him.

"Let's do this... Are you sure you want me to kill the investigating magician as planned?"

"No... not quite. Kill the prince at all costs. If the contractor dies, the witch will be gone. Anyway, only witches have to stay away from Falsus!

Fear and anger. That is the most appropriate emotion for a witch to receive.

Tinasha must have smiled when she heard this conversation.

"Is the ghost so burned by me?".

Although since Tinasha forced him into dormancy, Oscar began to be cautious and secure sleep.

If you can see tiredness at all, she says with a full grin, "Are you tired? Ask." The willingness to let him sleep again in the dark was visible there, and Oscar bit his bitterness.

On the ground floor of the tower, he complains to the witch opposite him.

"You, I think that's a normal invitation, huh?

"What are you talking about? Aren't you going to sleep?

Oscar waved his empty left hand in front of his face because he felt like he was going to be transferred to his room and put to sleep without question here in the wrong response.

Tinasha puts her hands on her thin hips.

"I think it's generally my appearance and subtle age. Are you a girl lover?

"Not at all. Can't you be bigger?

"You can solve the growth stoppage. You can also proceed at once. But it's not as bad as it is now."

"Why don't we just go ahead for a couple of years?

"I refuse"

Even though he was interested, Tinasha gave him a tongue, unfortunately.

Today she is not wearing a sword. We are simulating what happens to Oscar when he fights a pure magician when he is able to identify the essentials of the configuration.

Normal magicians keep their enemies away from them. Do ranged attacks, build boundaries, and protect yourself from the sword.

But for those sorcerers, Acacia, who cleaves and nullifies magic, is just a threat.

The man with the king's sword looked back at the witch, who was a little floating off the floor.

"There's nothing you can do about this if you fly."

"Right. So you should carry a dagger. If you're a normal magician, it's hard to play it while flying."

"What about you?

"You will prevail."

…………

I have no body or lid.

It is my initial hope that I want to beat her in the first place, but do you realize that I fulfilled it?

Tinasha looked disgusted when she read the thought from his expression.

"So you're telling me you're in trouble for winning that easy. In fact, it's not impossible to continue to prevent magic if you can see the configuration, so you can also bring it into a protracted war. I know it's pretty hard."

"It's hard after all."

"Who do you think I am?"

- I'm a witch. It's also the strongest.

She's a woman who wouldn't even touch her. That's how she is now, staring at herself.

If only I could be more honest and afraid of her.

Or if I could worship the mystery.

If you don't realize the loneliness she has. If you think it's all about the innocence I'm going to show you.

Would she have been treated more naturally than she is now, unaware of the distance of where she is?

I have no idea what feelings I have for her or what to do with it.

But if you don't know, it's okay. I'm sure it's not a big deal.

Oscar waved lightly for the first time, so he laid his sword again.

The witch, who had visited his own room in the evening, was wearing a poor white dress. Has the long dark hair been slightly twisted or slowly waved down? There were small white flower decorations all over the hair and clothes.

- When you look at it this way, it's just a normal beautiful girl.

Just "normal" meant she didn't look like a witch, and her beauty was so heterogeneous that she had to draw attention. Oscar, who transferred outside the castle, leaks a frightened voice as she pulls her hand.

"Yours, then I'm the one with you."

"What, are you dressed weird?

"Stand out whether you do or not"

"It's a festival, I'm sure they won't mind."

An unusual smile.

When I see that look, I forget that she's stronger than I am, and I have the illusion that I have to protect her. Oscar felt slightly restless.

- I wonder what kind of person you were when you were really sixteen.

I don't know if you can imagine, and if you ask, you won't tell me.

So Oscar pulls that hand while sheltering her in the crowd. Only now, I'm sure, it's better for her to be there. It's more fun to think so.

He leads her around a little bit to rarity, while buying sweets at an outdoor shop. He reminded me of something to eat sweets with his eyes shining, but with care not to tarnish my mouth.

"You sound like a little animal."

"That's pretty rude of you to say."

"Isn't that cute? Damn it."

"I'm not praising you at all!

Oscar, who was walking with laughter, speeded up his walk when he realized that a crowd was being made around the fudge. Tinasha follows me as I take a small run.

And as he drew out the walls of men, he came forward, and saw a young woman lying beside him, and a woman of a martial officer lying on her knees next to her, looking down at her.

Oscar speaks to the martial officer.

"What's up, Meredith?"

"Ah, so, Your Highness!?

"Did something fall?

"A child... Ars is diving right now"

But seeing the look on the faces of the two women doesn't seem to make the situation any better.

Oscar, who nearly took his sword off to help himself, however, was gently slapped in the back from behind and looked back.

There stands a witch there.

"I'll do it. Have this."

When she said that and disrespectfully handed the prince an almost eaten treat, she stood up and put her hands around her.

"Breath enters form and encapsulates concepts"

Short chanting words. Mages and Oscars can tell that magic is pouring into the water.

She pulled her finger as she carefully proceeded with the spread configuration, making sure it was under the water. A two-year-old boy who passed out appears in his arm.

Tinasha poured more magic when she mouthed the boy's nose and throat. A small body pulses and water spits out with a severe cough. She stroked that wet hair as she lay her child's body down on the ground to avoid suffocation. My hair and clothes dried out.

Tinasha laughed when she saw her mother stunned by the incredible sight.

"Yes. There's nothing else in life. Make sure you don't catch a cold."

"Oh, thank you!!

Ars, who was diving, turned his eyes round, realizing that the child was already on the ground. Oscar laughs bitterly at Ars, who rises out of the water with Meredith's hand.

As if it wasn't a big deal, Ars tilted his neck when he saw a strange girl who would also dry her own clothes.

"Your Highness, this one..."

"Oh, my lover"

"Huh!?

"It's hard after lying in sight."

When Tinasha sighed, aware that she had eventually gathered popular circles, Oscar laughed out laughably.

At this time, no one had expected her to become his wife and queen in the future.

"I feel gaze"

"Well, I suppose so."

Oscar frowned as he finished eating the confectionery and took the hand of a witch who had bared his hands.

I managed to escape the earlier crowd using the transfer, walking down the street where the relatively sparsely populated aristocratic mansions gather, but it is still a festive day. There are far more people than usual. Some will notice his identity if the place looks closely at the location alone.

Oscar shook his head, though, to Tinasha, who had told him what he was talking about.

"That's not it. Being watched or whatever..."

"Huh?

- - I don't feel anything like that for her.

But I knew very well in the past month that his thoughts had wandered. Sometimes he sees magic so camouflaged that he doesn't even look like a magician. I am so afraid to keep growing it.

She, however, could not find any more traction than she had expired herself, and continued to lax and archaic with a view to the remaining two months.

"If you're worried, shall we put it up in the jungle?

"Right..."

When Oscar twisted his neck, one girl ran out in front of the two. When she looks at Oscar and lowers her head deeply, she shows the right of the street with her hands.

At the point indicated by the girl, at the gate of the large mansion stood a woman. Rich platinum hair with thin blue eyes. Will the year be the same as Oscar or a little under?

Pretty beautiful, probably aristocratic. When Tinasha knows that, the man next door calls her by her name.

"Zephyria"

"Did they get out of the castle again?

The woman laughed and saw the man and the girl he was holding out on.

Tinasha looks up at Oscar.

"Are you a real lover?

"Uh..."

Rarely, Tinasha laughed out of her throat because he seemed to cloud the words with some difficulty.

Zephyria turns to the two of us with a smile like a crystal of grace.

"Would you mind going up, please? I'll make you some tea."

"Thank you. But it's time for me to excuse myself. It was fun."

The witch waved his hand flickering as she let go. Oscar rounds his eyes.

"What. Is that enough?

"Enough. I learned the way. See you later."

She disappears if you say so. Suddenly Zephyria had a flashing look that did not look good on her beautiful face.

"If you are now..."

"He's a mutant looking after me. Don't worry about it."

As she nodded with a face she could not swallow at him smiling bitterly, Zephyria walked over to the man and put her hand on his arm.

"So, will you stop by? I'm sorry to bother you, but I'll work for you instead."

"Nothing, that's not the kind of woman... but it's a corner, so I'll get in the way"

Oscar pushes and kills the inner restlessness.

Zephyria is one of several people to play with, but there's something uncomfortable about her being seen by Tinasha. I'm sure it's because it's a personal life that most humans don't even know about in the castle.

That's what he decided. When he broke off his thought, he was invited by his beautiful mistress to enter the mansion.

The gaze I was keeping an eye on him.

That was one of several magicians scattered across the castle capital.

If they had been watching via magic, they would have been nursed by Tinasha, who was beside them, but they knew the powers of witches, and they had thorough surveillance with their naked eyes.

Luckily, the prince leaves the castle, and it's convenient to leave the witch. I missed it now and I don't have a chance.

As the transmission instantly spread within his companions, he was hastily prepared.

The sun goes down.

But the festivities, instead of making noise by doing so, were becoming more and more lively. Lights start to light up everywhere.

Tinasha looked with her eyes narrowed as she floated above her.

It's been a long time since I've been out of a big city. Not to mention since they went out to other countries about a hundred years ago, such as festivals.

It was a smaller festival then. Still, it was so memorable because people were happy like children.

Tinasha poured red red wine into the cup from a liquor bottle floating in the air.

It was a whispering fortune to be unnaturally separated from Oscar. I just wanted to drink. But I'm sorry in front of him.

If you get drunk, the reaction becomes dull only slightly. I didn't mean to show him the unwanted gap, a pretty leading candidate for killing her at the moment.

The witch looks down beneath the castle with merciful eyes as she enjoys the wine melted over the years on her tongue.

People's lives are beautiful.

It's like a flaming gem emits a bright light, in an instant, but it strikes your heart hard.

- - There was once a magical land that flourished equally abundantly.

With a little misfortune and a lot of happiness, people lived. But the country is nowhere else. Every time I remember, I get so empty that I can't hold it back.

Maybe it's because I'm drunk.

But the sentiment that dominates her certainly stems from it.

Tinasha, who was enjoying a single banquet with her cheeks stained with Zhu in the night breeze, gazed at a point in the city with suspicious magic.

Usual girlfriends would have noticed that sooner. That can be felt from the city's watch stand.

"High pressure magic... for sniping...?

The witch, who looked around the perimeter around the watchtower, noticed that there was a mansion about three hours ago that had broken up with Oscar at the edge of the range that would have reached the sniper.

Tilt your neck.

She read the configuration from the spot to narrow the direction of the target.

"I see...... Well, can you handle that on your own?

Tinasha moved off the scene and disappeared, clamoring with a chilling voice.

Set up the configuration holding your breath in tension.

Target should be out soon. Failure is not tolerated.

The two men waited for that time as they managed to contain their hands, which were about to tremble, with the force of their will.

A man appears in the noble mansion nailing his sight, at the gate beside it.

Definitely. That's the guy. Fortunately, the streets are interrupted at night.

"Let's go."

Breathe deeply. Set a goal.

He put his magic into the last triggering configuration.

"Pierce!"

The composition immediately became an invisible spear, going straight to the man like a bow unleashed by a strong bow.

I can't avoid it.

It's a special blow.

But when the man pulled out the sword, which he had carried by accident, he flashed it into the air.

The spear is broken.

The magic that had been cut off from the configuration was fogged and dissolved into the air.

The two stare at it, looking at something incredible.

A man's gaze shoots through them.

There was too much distance to see their faces, but everything seemed to have been spotted and they trembled.

"Oh, man. One more time..."

"I can't, I'm withdrawing! I didn't know the Akersian swordsman was such a monster..."

"- Not at all. I'm honestly scared of that."

To the voice of a woman suddenly called from behind, the two jumped back and looked back.

Long dark hair flutters and shakes. A little intoxicated for dark eyes. But there wasn't a minute's gap.

"Ma, witch!

"What, you know me? Then I'll keep you alive."

Only a girl can see it, she reaches out as the embodiment of overwhelming power.

Seeing the magic born there, the men became feathers of irrevocable failure.

Oscar, who prevented the sudden sniping by his native inquiry and trained magic sensing, glanced around as he seeped through his alert.

But wait a while and the second blow doesn't seem to come.

Slightly. He holds Acacia in his sheath.

"What the hell?"

"Isn't that something you should ask them?

Suddenly two men come down in front of Oscar. They were both wearing magician robes and had passed out neatly.

When Oscar looks up over that falling, the witch is floating in the air.

"You didn't leave."

"I was looking around the city and I saw a sniper. You seem to have done something on your own."

I can't see her emotions closing her eyes and laughing. Oscar just laughed when he noticed the white magnetic cheeks were trendy.

"What, are you drinking? Unusual."

"A little."

"Don't float. Come down. I'll give you the luxury."

"Just kidding. It's not like I'm drunk and I don't have enough crisis management to be near you."

Unexpectedly, Oscar frowned at the coldness with which he drew the line.

"I told you I wasn't so ungrateful. Nothing."

"All the more so, if I show you a gap, it's bad for you. Sometimes it tempts people to say it's possible."

When the witch said so, she increased her altitude even further. Open your dark eyes and look down at him.

- Is it lonely to rock there?

But what I can definitely tell is that she is distancing herself to Oscar and is not willing to shrink it.

Less frustration boils down to Oscar's mind.

She pointed to the two men flat and with a glossy laugh.

"Those two, you saw my face and you said you were a witch, right? Of course I'm new here."

"It's..."

"Then it's time to go home. Have a good night."

The witch left without sound.

Oscar was instantly sorry for it, but now I care what she said.

- Few people should know the face of Tinasha, the witch.

All I know would be a few of his subordinates who climbed the castle with his father, and the children who were rescued with Oscar himself. Not all of those kids know she's a witch.

Oscar worried who of them had anything to do with this one.

"... Ask these guys for now"

I don't get an answer for thinking about it.

When he grabbed the two collars, thinking they wouldn't wake up a bit or softly, he followed the scene as he pulled toward the nearest guard station.

Flying away and avoiding the sword to be swung down, Tinasha unleashed the configuration toward the right hand with the sword, not the sword. There is a thread of curse on a man's wrist.

When she saw it and thought she was "successful," the man pulled his hand faster than the thread tightened. The Acacia blade cuts the thread off.

As he was, he grabbed that white hand with his left hand as he stepped towards her. Attract all your strength.

It was late when Tinasha rushed to try to reorganize the composition, with Acacia's belly pressed against her cheek.

"Oh, oh, wrong method of warfare!

Tinasha was too focused on manipulating the yarn to handle it when it was torn. I guess it was also unsavory to be chronic for a moment. Might as well have barrage up more honestly.

And what's scary is the man's combat skill and understanding, his speed to the point of anomaly. Even though her body is bigger and weighs more than hers, the man moves faster than hers and flesh-compels her. Tinasha's been watching it a few times lately because it hurts her eyes, but she's still surpassing her expectations.

"Is it time to stop?

Freed from her arms, the witch shrugs with disappointment and drops her shoulder.

Oscar looked back at it with a frightened face.

"What the fuck? We haven't even got half of it yet."

"No, it's really time..."

"You can win now?

"If I do this any more, I'm going to win..."

Is there a 50% chance of Oscar winning the mock so far? It's just on the condition that it's on the first floor of the tower. Tinasha's victory will not waver if he fights indecisively in a wider place.

But even though he wants to overturn that odds of winning, the witch at heart seems to want to throw out the training already.

Oscar pulls a long black hair.

"We're not talking about this. Here."

"Isn't that enough? No one can beat you with a regular magician, and even a witch can kill you. If you really want to kill a witch, you have to get countermeasures according to the target... If it's not Lavinia, is it Leonora? Lucrezia or Cassandra?

The names of the women listed in the throw are probably other witches in terms of numbers.

But Oscar is not interested in them. I don't want to imitate the witches hiding in the shadows.

He stroked Tinasha's head in a sigh mix.

"You're the one I want to win. And I don't want to kill you."

"What are you talking about? It's not sweet enough to win without killing me. Kill me if you want to win."

The witch waves for the first time. He seemed tired at all times.

Dark eyes without light stare at Oscar.

"I'm a person who should be dead by nature. You don't have to hesitate. What would you like to try and see now?

"... I'm not really going to kill you. That doesn't make any sense."

Oscar has sheathed Acacia. Tinasha takes a deep sigh.

She exhaled slowly so that she would exhale all her tiredness. And turn your back on him as it is.

"I don't trust you. You can't give your life to someone who doesn't know what you're thinking."

Oscar could not speak to her, who disappeared today.

I still don't know what I want to do.

But still, I feel like I shouldn't give up here.

I missed the opportunity to say it because of Tinasha and the harsh air, but all I said was that the assassin she caught ended up being asked only by a magician she didn't know very well.

I also questioned why I spotted Tinasha as a witch, but when I was told that I thought so by too powerful a magic, I was suspicious but I couldn't help it.

And around it again, Oscar had been targeted for his life by someone five times.

None of them are so dangerous, but they don't feel good, and even their internal poisoning is likely to flourish.

Returning to the castle, where security was tightened, he visited his mother's queen's room, after a few thoughts.

"Mother, now, okay?

"Is something wrong? Unusual."

Known for her beauty, the Queen is still young and beautiful enough to be forty-five years old. She is also a rare magician, although she has not been made public, but is the daughter of a witch.

Oscar, recommended by his mother and seated in a chair, asked abruptly to his mother, who closed the magic book.

"I'm wondering if Falsus now has more advantages in marrying a witch than having a normal political marriage. But what do you think from your mother's point of view? Will the disadvantages be greater?"

"Is that about Master Tinasha?

Rosalia laughed at the dullness.

Of course she understands that her son goes to his witch. - And even more so, that he cares about Tinasha.

But in contrast to his seemingly entertaining mother, Oscar opened his mouth in earnest.

"When it comes to witches, it's four choices. He's the only one who knows where he is, and most likely, isn't he?

"Really? I guess it's the lowest. She's the only witch I've ever had, a lover or a husband? I don't think it's gonna be easy for you to change that now."

Oscar was flabbergasted that his mother knew facts he did not know. I listen back unexpectedly.

"Mother... how do you know that? Did you ask Lavinia?

"Somewhat. He's always been a pure spiritualist, and he's been searching for a man since he became a witch."

"Since I became a witch? You're dead that long ago. Whatever you think."

"Come on. But you can't give up within the fact that you can't be sure of death. That's not how you can do it."

Oscar got upset when he said it clearly.

I didn't want to ask if it was possible or impossible. I wanted to hear about the strengths and weaknesses. He gets cut off from a completely different side of it, and he sighs.

Rosalia laughed at his son like that by the way.

"Well, you'll have a lot of advantages. Master Tinasha is fit to live in the royal palace, both in character and ability, as well as in power and knowledge. It will help Pharsus until future generations if it is incorporated into the blood. - - Maybe the downside is still too much power to buy national vigilance. Even if it's a witch, I don't think Tinasha had a stronger relationship with Falsus 70 years ago, or a more popular backlash than any other country."

"informative"

"I don't think I can."

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"You're already twenty years old, too, so it's time to really decide on the Queen. So choose the woman you like. I don't care if she's an unidentified daughter or a daughter from another country. That's for the good of the country."

It also sounds like my first mother's sermon in a long time is dark, telling me not to get involved with witches with boring ambitions.

She and her father were attracted and married. Even though scattered witches oppose me and insulate me, I still do so through that thought.

I guess that's why my mother puts up with my son's intentional ideas. Tinasha needs to shake even if she does that.

I know. She's also cautioned that she doesn't know what she's trying to do.

I wonder why you still can't abandon your detention.

Fifteen years ago, when she helped me, I couldn't sort it out, but strong emotions arose. Later, in retrospect, it must have been made of remorse and vision.

I wanted to pay back my debt someday. so that she can help herself in times of trouble.

But if that in itself is tormenting her now that she's trying so hard to be strong and get enough power to shoulder her - does it make sense to fulfill and still detain her?

On the surface, Rosalia laughs bitterly when she drops off her son, who nods and leaves the room.

Tinasha, I preached because I had been advised straight away, but did it work?

'It's not a good thing if my help is making me less alert to witches. Your mother may be the exception, but at least remember I can kill him at any time. Don't let the witch go too deep.'

That's what the beauty witch told Rosalia when she suddenly visited the castle one night.

But I'm grateful for your concern, but it's not really the year to honestly listen to your mother's sermon. It would be hard to make him give up.

"If you really want it, I'm here for you... but you can't do it now"

His mother opened the magic book of readings again, so alone as other human resources.

"You can't kill one prince after all!

"So, but oddly, it's a good idea..."

The magicians were puzzled by repeated failures. The plan itself could be in jeopardy as it is.

But the old man, the chief, looked up slightly. Look around together.

"Enough. Let's go in unseal. If you unseal it anyway, the witch will notice. You just have to slaughter that woman first, then attack her into the falsas."

The magician, who was investigating the magic lake, broke a few bones during the festivities. The injury was handled by the fact that he was entangled in drunkenness, and treatment with magic would not immediately come to the investigation.

Witches notice, but Falsus doesn't, fight for that time difference.

Which way does she have a personal grudge?

When everyone nodded at the old man's decision, they left the room for their respective roles. A cave built underground gets rushed as soon as possible.

Seventy years ago, the day was approaching when the Warcraft, sealed by the strongest witch, would again open its lid.