Unnamed Memory

Acacia's trajectory passes right in front of you.

Tinasha, who rose in the air at the verdict of Ta, shrugged her shoulders as she stopped at the unreachable height of the man's sword. I get my raised breath ready.

"This is pointless."

"Really?

"Yes. In action, I would use tactics you don't know about, and you would, wouldn't you? I'm already antagonizing you in a way, and all you have to do is do something for yourself."

A month after the battle against the Warcraft, the witch, who knew why Oscar wanted it, taught him to continue to fight the magicians, laughing bitterly.

When Oscar acquires all of the tactics that envisage a wide variety of situations, not limited to her own opponents, the archery becomes a mock almost in action form, and in the first week she went on to tell the limits.

The witch who came down to the floor loosened the hair she was wrapping up.

And the outfit. She wears moveable magic. Because wearing a dress at the earliest opportunity doesn't help against Oscars.

"It's about half a month earlier than the contract, but it'll be time for the tide. I'm a little worried I might have done too much while I was at it."

"I did too much."

"Whatever the witch is, it means there are no more magicians you can't kill. Don't mistake the use of your powers. If this goes unnoticed, I have to take responsibility and go kill him."

I don't know if I can win that, so I want to avoid it, and Oscar looked at her with an idea.

- - If you fight at close range, you have a good chance of winning. It's about the middle distance from the first floor of the tower.

I'm just saying it was too much, and she's not out of hand either. It seems pretty serious.

"What's it like to be another witch?

Tinasha laughed as she moved to the top floor to ask a man who was a little interested and so on. Try to put a finger up in front of your mouth.

"Don't tell me I told you. The silent witch... you know what?

"Not at all."

"She is a witch specializing in curses, and if cursed, she can be restricted in action or comatose. But before that, she's strong. Combat technology is pretty good."

Tinasha pulls her chair and sits down. When Oscar sat across from it, Litra brought a glass with water and water.

"What scares me more than a curse is the art of the mental system, and using this is a closed forest witch. She's not that good at fighting, but it's pretty nasty to deal with. After that, the water witch is invisible in all her technique and composition, but you may not interfere because you are oddly inquisitive. Uncalled witches specialize in healing unless they inflict fatal injuries, so they heal quickly, and they follow their men and superior demons, so they're probably multi-on-one."

It tells me perfectly well whether it's something anyone can know or whether they trust him.

When he finished asking the whole story, Oscar pointed to the witch across the street.

"What about you?

"I... well, you know, I'm the only witch who uses a sword. And then there's the power of offense and defense, but neither of them makes much sense to you. Though I am quite proud of my composition and speed. Honestly, it's probably the least compatible with you among witches."

In the arms of the sword, there is a historical difference between the two, and no matter how powerful the attack is beyond having Acacia, it will be nullified.

It is also impossible to say that Tinasha is incompatible. Compared to other witches, the composing speed at which they pluck out and the exercise of their technique without chanting are inherently useful in close combat, but their meaning has also been killed by more than half.

"You mean it's compatible with me. You're on."

"I'm not following..."

"I'd like to make some serious arrangements for once."

"Why!?

"The first snowflake"

"You don't have to do that to be strong enough."

Oscar laughed as he bent his lips and grabbed a room with his fingers stretched out, pulling his creepy witch hair.

"I just want you to taste defeat."

"I've been undefeated before, but it's pretty subtle, isn't it? I refuse."

"Let's just think of it as a contract finish."

"Either one of you will die."

Oscar just thought into the word.

Only his strength is antagonistic, and he will need all his strength and full defense to decide whether he wins or loses. And in battles like that, instant judgment divides life and death.

Unlike the first pairing where there was an obvious difference in power, I don't know if a light settlement would be reached.

But Oscar, who doesn't just want to challenge her with snowflakes, couldn't give up hearing it.

"You can stop there if you don't think you can. Like a game. If I can't either, I surrender."

"Hmmm......"

"If you really don't like it, it means I'm undefeated."

"............... that's kind of"

Tinasha glanced at her when she was handicapped by the insistence that she had never been defeated. I nod when I think about it a little bit as it is.

"Okay. Let's do it."

Oscar stands up after mounting the acknowledgement. I took her hand as she turned next to Tinasha and tilted her neck.

Let's go now.

"Now!?

"It's too good for me to do it here, and let's go to the castle training ground. But when I set the day, they're going to work out measures, so I want to do it now."

"... what is it, it"

- I don't know if you're giving it to me or not.

Tinasha was stunned for a moment by the words of a man like a child and then laughed out. Oscar glances down at her, breaking her thin body and laughing.

"What?"

"Yes, no... that's fine. Let's go."

There has never been an achiever like this.

It's all unexpected, funny and fascinating. It's similar to playing with children and makes them more fun to follow.

That's why I go out with him, even if I know he's not fit for it.

If the weary spirit also comes into contact with the accomplisher, he will have a frequent rest.

The witch, in a good mood for her best vacation, opened the gate when she took the hand of the man offered.

The training ground was quickly crowded with sights.

Find the queen in it, and Tinasha just becomes a troubled face.

"Why are there so many people?"

"You saw it."

All the people know about her, who prevented and killed even the warcraft that invaded Falsus. Tinasha went to rest shortly after she stopped talking, so it was announced as usual.

In a mixed gaze of interest and awe, the witch twisted herself uncomfortably. But it was herself who made the acknowledgement. We'll have to give up.

"Are you okay? I'd be a little embarrassed if I lost."

"You won't be ashamed to lose to you. Well, I win."

Tinasha looks up obliquely at how far she is serious, or at least on the surface, a man who has plenty of room.

"It's a big place, so you stop flying. I use metastases, though."

"Nothing good. Even if I fly."

"I don't know where that confidence comes from, because I feel like flying is just going to be a long fight"

"That makes it a lot easier... but don't lose and wait till later"

"Don't worry"

The witch was in the starting position when she waved and responded. I can see the Oscars laying their swords a little farther away than when they are relative in the tower.

It's been a long time since I really played games with people.

Besides, a man strong enough to contend for one or two of her encounters. I've never fought a swordsman this strong.

Inhale deeply and stop.

She looked straight back into the man's eyes.

The look on their faces changes.

The air stained the color of tension.

They moved, almost simultaneously.

The composition is drawn in front of the witch. Oscar packed the distance as he saw it.

Power appears.

The composition poured down on the man, becoming a fragment of countless blades. A stabbing pain runs all over his body.

Oscar burst Acacia into the nucleus of the configuration as he jumped into it sheltering his eyes with his left arm. Everything disperses, including the fragments that were creeping through your body.

He clapped his back in Acacia as he was. The light sphere, which bypassed the left and right and approached the foot, disappears.

But that's when the dagger moved in front of him.

Tinasha was aiming for the moment when Acacia turned back.

Oscar grabs a dagger with his left hand trying to head straight to his heart. I grabbed the blade and cut it in my hand, but if I pulled Acacia at hand, I lost control of the dagger.

I can hear the witch's clear voice.

"The wound will heal you later if you're alive"

He laughs bitterly at the words.

That won't come true if they're both not alive. I guess she thinks so, too.

Forgetting to breathe, the spectators were fascinated by the undivided offense. The witch is a little lonely at the end of that gathering of gazes, but only her eyes point over Oscar's head with a chilling smile.

That's where the configuration appeared.

Configuration of metastases to look at closely, but slightly different.

Oscar was jumping to the side when he realized it was a configuration to attract objects. A boulder falls through the rubbing of the toe.

A voice resembling a scream came up from around me.

Oscar glances at the rock halfway buried on the ground of the training ground.

"You, clean this up later."

"I'll clean up now"

The witch rattles her white fingers. The rock splashed from the inside.

……

Although he bounced sideways to mitigate, the fist huge rubble hits Oscar's body several times. He swallowed the voice of pain to get in shape.

It hurts everywhere. Especially the ones that hit my leg, etc. are going to swell up over time.

I was also thinking a little bit about bringing it into a lasting battle because of my physical difference with Tinasha, but that wouldn't be possible with this leg.

Witches turn to dark eyes with no emotions and form further configurations. He made a high flame wall appear around him, as if trying to hide himself from Oscar's sight.

"... wow"

In front of the high fever, sweat blows out all at once. He swallowed a sigh of sigh in front of a wall that seemed to burn just by coming closer.

- She didn't have a sword. She's probably unwilling to bring Oscar closer.

II. Continue reading and configuring the three hands. And I guess I'm aiming for him to surrender one day.

Oscar laughed bitterly when he saw the complex composition that made up the wall of flames.

She's the one who said there's no way you can win without killing her.

As long as you don't suffer a fatal injury, you can always cover it up. I'm going to remind you of that.

When he exhaled strongly, he held Acacia at hand.

Tinasha nearly twisted her neck because there was never a man coming out of the wall that she thought would be ripped right off if she put it up.

It's good luck and reflexes to the point of horror. All attacks are covered with paper. There are countless fine scratches and bruises, but if they are to have an effect, the battle will have to be prolonged more.

- - Make another configuration appear as soon as they break through the wall.

Tinasha, who had stood by that intention, turned her eyes round when she saw something flying out of the flames.

Small circular.

I don't know what it is.

Dangerous.

If you don't play.

She flashes the fence in an instant when she turns off the configuration she had prepared.

But something that flew through me pierced the configuration with the same momentum. Hit her straight in the stomach.

Fold your body to impact.

My breath, that is, my stomach fluids reflux.

For the rest, my head turned bright white. But the body instinctively organizes itself.

A mass of force was born flat on the palm of his hand that could neither be attacked nor defended.

She reaches forward to strike it out, but touches the hard feel.

Magic spills out.

Hand grabbing shoulder

Strong force

I won't tell you whether or not.

The man's.

"That's my win."

A whirlwind similar to the tide boils down to the square.

Holding her aching belly with her left hand, feeling the cold of Acacia from her right hand to her neck - Tinasha looked up at the man standing in front of her with incredible thoughts.

"What is this..."

It's a seal made of the same material as Acacia.

What was hit earlier was a silver bracelet if you look closely. Tinasha picks it up off the ground.

I never thought there would have been such a seal. He was only on guard with himself and Acacia.

Whatever you think, it's not a throw, but I guess this was his trump card.

And that decided the factual battle.

Tinasha, who created the flaming wall and made her own blind spot, tried not to avoid the unidentified flying object.

"Well, if you have a complaint, I'll ask."

Oscar laughed as he looked down at the witch who had returned the bracelet he had picked up and started healing him.

It is also ready to be scolded for cowardice. The surrounding spectators are cheering for the prince's victory, but Tinasha had a dimpled face, as all of them were about the outside world.

"No...... I have no complaints. It's a complete failure."

"Belly, are you okay?

"My guts aren't ruptured, so I'm fine."

Nothing compares to when the Warcraft hit her, but she somehow rubbed around her stomach.

Oscar strokes his little head gently.

"You're soiled undefeated."

"Ugh..."

"But now I can say"

The hand that was over my head is attached to my cheek. Tinasha looked up at the man as he rocked his dark eyes.

Deep colors.

It is the colour of the night that rejects men, but covers them with restful sleep.

I have enough power for a glimpse to tremble. But I guess she doesn't have that kind of awareness herself. I have no emotions, I'm just staring at a man.

Completely similar imperfections.

Oscar whispers toward a heterogeneity that denies stability.

"Then marry me."

Tinasha tilted her neck slightly.

I may have misheard. Maybe I'm tired.

But when I look at the man's face, he laughs, but he has the look that he probably means it.

She confirmed the words she was told again.

"............ what?

"So I want you to marry me"

"Head, are you okay?

"I'm fine. I don't know what to give back..."

Exactly makes him look disgusting.

Tinasha took a serious look at the face.

The woman with her eyes open and her eyebrows gently flaunted looks like a cat with a strange look on her face.

Oscar indulges in the urge to hold his temples.

- Even though it's the first time I've ever wanted it from myself, when I proposed, they doubted my sanity.

I was somewhat prepared but more than I expected.

The people around them don't seem to hear the conversation between the two of them, they share their thoughts in a lively way, but some seem to notice something a little strange.

He bowed toward Tinasha as Rosalia advanced out of the crowd.

"I apologize for staying with my son. I'll serve you some tea, if you don't mind. You can talk inside."

Oscar glanced at his mother, who broke in between them as she said and took him out to shelter Tinasha, who was half-assed.

"Mother..."

"I think if we keep talking here, we'll be more embarrassed than losing, though?

When I saw my mother laughing prankily and understood what the word meant, for the first time in history, the man who soiled the Blue Moon witch waved and followed the two women.

"I don't know what to say... but I refuse for now"

"Don't say no for now"

The three, who changed places and moved to a small hall used by the royal family, had a cup of tea brewed by a woman.

The witch frowns as she indulges in the fragrance of the commonly drunk but luxurious leaves in Falsus.

"What is it about suddenly? There's no context."

"You, I told you I could marry you when you got stronger than yourself, didn't I?

"I don't remember...... when"

"Fifteen years ago"

"I'll be angry."

- - I also feel like I said it if you told me.

But it's kid opponent bullshit, and they certainly shouldn't have been him.

Tinasha took a deep sigh when she put her thin feet together.

"If you want a witch, I'll introduce you. You'll love it. Perverted, but beautiful."

"I don't want a witch, I want you."

"I refuse"

…………

I was turned down twice in a short time.

Rosalia is laughing a little further away.

The witch complained to Oscar, staring sideways at her mother.

"You will inherit this country, won't you? Be aware of yourself. I'm kidding about marrying a witch. How alive do you think you are?"

"There wasn't a man before, was there? That's not a problem."

"You don't bite me!

Oscar spread his hands flat against the witch that attracted her beautiful face.

"It would be a minor matter of witches or something. You were you before you were a witch. I like you."

"If you weren't a witch, you'd be dead a long time ago, and I don't think you had this personality."

"I respect the past in the past. But you're gonna want me now."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Tinasha held her head to Oscar, who was saying no but didn't try to give her a step.

"What the hell...... It's beyond surprising."

"That's good"

"It's not good. It's worse than Leg. That guy pulled back like a puppy when he told me so far!

"I don't know about that either..."

I don't know what kind of relationship my great-grandfather had with her, but so far I don't see any elements of retreat.

Tinasha, who seems to have found it impossible to say this to him in a white way, has changed the direction of the story.

"Even if I wasn't a witch, I wouldn't choose you."

Oscar moved his eyebrows slightly to a clear rejection. Look back at her with a step in sharpness.

"Is that because of the man you're looking for?

"He's the only one I want. I can't replace you."

Oscar doesn't know how long he's been looking for that man.

But I just couldn't break an obsession that I couldn't get rid of by so long as it was pointless. Think a little, open your mouth.

"I'm not going to take your place. I won't even tell you to give up your search. Just can't you pick me? You're a man who can be happy in people."

You can live like that.

With strong thoughts, I'm sure I can also be happy. That's all I'm going to give you.

Oscar stared at the invincible witch from the front.

I guess he's saying "you don't have to be in the tower" in the dark.

Tinasha unwittingly bends her lips.

What do you know about a man who hasn't seen him in three months?

But if you say that, everyone doesn't know who you are.

Working with people doesn't make it imperative to have a complete understanding of the other person. - Tinasha, who thinks so, smiled quietly as she controls her emotions.

"You don't have what I want."

"What's that?

"Magic Word"

The witch rises. I looked down at the man on my face saying I wasn't convinced.

"You've never beaten me before. It was wonderful. It was worth raising, and I'm glad I helped. Be a good king."

It was not Oscar who grabbed the white hand aggressively, but the mother's, who retained her trying to walk away with it as a farewell word.

"I apologize for being a perfectly stubborn son. But as it is, I might push it against the tower again. Well, then, may I trouble you?

"Ugh... well..."

"Would you give me a few more opportunities, if you don't mind? You lived in Legius for six months, didn't you? I think my son will give up if he wants to go to the castle this time and still can't."

Tinasha glanced at the demand.

Seventy years ago she lived in Castle Falsus because that was what she wanted to achieve.

But Oscar's wishes have already been fulfilled. I don't need to do anything more now.

But if you refuse here, Rosalia is going to be able to climb the tower again, and she's lost.

"We will also work with you as best we can on what you are looking for. Sometimes you might have something to gain if you try to change your methods. Plus... a turning point in everything comes. Maybe you're in the crossroads right now."

Tinasha breathed slightly in the soft queen's voice.

I searched for 400 years. But there was no result.

Rosalia says why not change the environment.

I'm saying that if we can get a searcher out of it, there's nothing wrong with it, and even if we can't find it, Tinasha's consciousness might change.

The witch blinked slowly.

Seeing a man holding his own hand.

A man who can beat himself. A man who can kill.

If you can't give up unless it's time to die, or maybe he's the one who gives you rest.

- I'm a little tired.

May I die, temptation plunders my head.

You can't die, she shakes her head.

And I looked straight into the man's blue eyes.

More beautiful blue than any gem.

Beautiful enough that the true color of the sky makes me want to cry.

So... maybe I could just stay with you for a little while.

Just for a moment. It's about the time when you make tea, like the hot air that goes up.

Tinasha sighed. Shake a man's hand back.

"Okay. Let's come here. But I can't get down the tower for no reason. Please rewrite the contract"

Oscar glanced.

I didn't think they'd bring her to the castle. Thank you honestly for your mother's help.

When he drew the witch, he also took the other hand.

"What can I do?

"I know you don't have to climb the tower again. Make me guardian by separating deadlines. Then I'll come to you."

"Fifty years, then"

"I'll be angry. within a year."

"Okay. A year."

I'll deduct two and a half months.

I don't mind, Oscar stood up laughing. Mouth her forehead as she was done fifteen years ago.

The witch responded to it with a troubled smile.

"Totally no more... getting close to the Pharsus royal family isn't going to be a lot"

"If you marry me, you won't mind."

"I won't marry you!

Rosalia laughed calmly when she saw an angry witch like a child and her son who seemed to enjoy stirring it up.

The age of witches is over, only a year ago.

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