Unnamed Memory

Tighten your chest at all times. Never squat.

That was the belief she had imposed on herself.

Whatever birth is, it doesn't matter what it is compared to others. Live upright and do what you have to do.

I don't think there's anything painful about it if you concentrate on it.

"I don't know how you got in, but don't be shy!

Stacia laughed bitterly when her three different belly sister told her so.

Apparently, I met King Falsus in the hallway and he saw me talking a little. My flashy younger sister seems totally obsessed with a young king with his righteous appearance and the best country on the continent, and even though he hasn't been dealt with at all, he sticks with it every time.

But he didn't get a slightly more colorful response from me, and I ended up happily talking to my sister, who I thought was a bastard. I guess my navel bent sister thought she was being ridiculed by Stacia with a bitter laugh. I waved up my hand with a slightly bright red face - a light sound striking my cheek echoed in the garden.

"Give yourself up! My concubine!

A nearly flipped voice echoes in the backyard.

But Stasia turned away without even holding down her battered cheek. A smile disappears from that face. And she narrowed her eyes, and gazed at her smug, trembling sister.

"Isn't your sister the only one who can talk to you? He has a beautiful queen."

"Queen? The witch makes the queen laugh!

"It doesn't matter if you're a witch or not. If he loves you, that'll be enough."

In that regard, your sister will have no hope - but if you continue, her sister changed her shape to anger. Wave your hands up again.

Stacia looked at it half arrogantly, but her sister ended up turning back on her heels without waving down. He pulls the hem of his long dress and disappears into the fort.

Then I dropped him off and Stacia sighed.

I am accustomed to being told my contempt for birth. But for some reason, my chest hurts now.

Is it because of the slapped cheek...... with his hand, but Stacia squeezed that hand.

- I know.

The truth is, I'm hurt by what I said.

He has a loving wife. Naturally. I've never wanted anything. It's not like I want to be loved.

But...... clear sky eyes moving from dusk to night. Those eyes with power. That existence.

An eye that attracts people. He is a man of light wherever he may be.

If I recall its vibrancy, my chest ached again and Stacia closed her eyes.

"Oh, my God, your cheeks are red."

She lagged behind after suddenly being hung from close quarters.

A man stands in front of me at some point. Feeling sucked into those blue eyes, Stacia breathed.

Oscar tilts his neck gently to compare her cheeks.

"They're bills. What happened to you?

"Hey, nothing..."

"I don't care what they say. Is that a woman's bill?

Stacia stiffened, surprised by the man who reached for her cheeks unconstitutionally, willing to compare the size. A man's limp hand can be touched on his feverish cheek. I felt kind of hotter doing so, and she hid both her cheeks with her hands as she took a step back. I didn't want them to notice I was blushing.

"Why is His Majesty here?

"Take a walk. It looks like you're not out today. I don't have a job, I'm free."

The words also sounded a little self-derisive. He scratches his temples if he is frightened by himself, who is in the midst of something that never moves.

"I don't know if I'm going to slap you either of my sisters anyway, but I don't need to be slapped in silence. You can avoid it."

"I'm not so good with reflex nerves..."

"I guess I dared to wait for him to slap me anyway. That's what I'm going to do. But it just pisses me off, so it's a slap and a loss."

"It's..."

Stacia couldn't look up because she felt like she was being seen through something.

Comfortable, but a distance that makes you want to escape.

She bit her lip, telling me that she had never wanted anything, but she was going to realize who she was expecting somewhere in her heart.

You just have to make it clear.

If you're not worth it at all, you can tell me you're not interested.

That would surely make it easier.

"... Um"

"What?

Stacia looked up at the man when she let go of her hand, which was holding her cheek.

He smiles and looks down at Stacia.

Kind eyes. It's misleading to be seen with such an eye. I'm under the illusion that they're taking care of me for a second.

- That can't be right. You should see reality.

Stacia never opened her mouth. But before I spin the word, I hear him calling from the fort.

"Sire!"

"Doan. What's up?"

It's the magician-like man who's rushing over. He praised Oscar and Stacia for acknowledging him. Whisper to your master again.

"Let me tell you something..."

"Okay.... Oh, Doan, can you get the ice out?

"Yes? I can get it out."

"Then ask for one big one"

Though twisting his neck to the king's words, Doan gave birth to a mass of ice in his hands with chanting. Oscar twirls it with the cloth he was wearing on his hips.

"Look, let it cool. I don't have a pretty face."

Saying so and releasing ice towards Stacia, Oscar accompanies Doan back inside the fort.

- After all, I couldn't say what I wanted to say, and I couldn't ask what I wanted to hear.

But I got some warmth that made me want to cry, and Stacia dropped her gaze on the ice in her hand.

After an hour-long meeting with the heavy ministers, Oscar returned to his assigned fort room.

This plan is something that Talviga, of course, the other two countries do not know about. Only Falsus knows and is about to start.

"I hope it works..."

Oscar, sitting in his chair exhaling, accidentally laid his hands on Acacia when he saw a distortion created in the center of the room.

The magician will transfer there shortly afterwards.

She found Oscar and laughed as she rocked her long dark hair and landed.

"Long time no see?

"Tinasha!"

Deep dark eyes in glossy, pitch-black hair. His wife stood there with a miraculous beauty in the making itself.

We haven't seen each other for more than three weeks. Driven by the urge to unintentionally rush over and hug me.

But earlier, as Tinasha jumped into Oscar, she floated up and mouthed it on his cheek.

He grins and hugs his luxurious body into his arms.

"What's going on? What the hell?"

"I have some urgent paperwork... I couldn't judge it by myself, so I brought it. Looks like you're tired."

I didn't do anything.

"It says on my face that I'm disgusted."

Saying so with a pranky smile, she showed the paperwork she had brought.

When he glances lightly, apparently there's a religious entanglement going on in Castle Town. Faith is free in Falsus, but the majority of humans believe in ancient gods, starting with Itea God. It's a difficult issue of religion, and I guess she couldn't discern judgment on a witch who's not from Falsus.

When Oscar gave some instructions, she nodded. He combs his dark hair with his hands as he puts his beautiful wife on his lap. Tinasha gave a sneering grin like a cat.

"What about this one? Seems to be stubborn enough."

"I don't know my enemies, I don't trust my allies, and I'm angry"

"You're dealing with a country on another continent, right?

"Sounds like it. Have you ever been there?

"I haven't been to Lucrezia and the South Island since I went to punish you once."

I don't know what happened, but Oscar stopped pursuing it any further, guessing roughly from the name of the companion and the face that bit down his wife's bitter bug. Discuss plans underwater instead.

When she heard it the whole way, she turned into an imaginary face with her finger hanging on her chin.

"- It feels like I'm going, what do you think?

"It's a dangerous bridge, but it's possible. I don't think there's anything else in Kako's situation."

I want to make sure that no harm is done to the people.

"You don't know until you open the lid. Shall I lend you the Spirit?

"Right...... then can I just borrow you two?

Of course.

Originally the Spirit's covenant has been rewritten to the Pharsus royal family. Tinasha is my husband now, but Oscar also has that right in times of crisis.

She gave her life when she chose two from among the spirits. Oscar's ear also receives an acknowledgement reply. Tinasha laughed like a flower when she confirmed it.

"And then there's my hand at blowing up every castle gate."

"Stop. If they make you pay, they won't."

"Right. I hear you've been having a bad time with magic lately."

"What is that? If every city blows up, you can't pay for it."

Joking back to the joke, Oscar glanced at his wife. Touch your forehead, eyelids, cheeks and lips in turn.

Tinasha, who closed his swinging dark eyes, cut him out as a mistress, though.

"Um, I have to go home now..."

"What are you doing here at the corner?"

"It's an urgent document. Lazar's waiting."

Tinasha names his squire, who took turns with Doan and returned to Falsas. But Oscar didn't try to let her go. Hand over the hem of the long dress and whisper as she touches her white feet.

"An hour or two would be fine. Play away."

"Ugh..."

He glances at his lips from his white ear to his neck. Tinasha closed her eyes, shaking her body small. Oscar slips his fingers so he enjoys the smooth skin he hasn't touched in a long time.

But then, when he was knocked on the door of the room, he raised his face.

"What?"

"Master Stasia is here."

Tinasha tilted her neck to the name, and Oscar frowned.

After a short tour, he orders you to let him through the room. Oscar, however, kept Tinasha on his knees with a visitor.

"Hey, excuse me, this attitude."

I don't mind.

Stacia, who came in nervously, seemed stunned to see the man and the beautiful witch sitting on its lap. When he sees her with an emotionless eye who cannot say anything aggressively, Oscar mouths to his wife's forehead.

"It's my Lady. You've heard about his name."

Tinasha saw her husband in the eyes of criticism, in a proper introduction. Normally I'd give him a proper thank you and name him, but I can't get up with him holding me tight. Tinasha bowed her head while in the same position because she felt rude to name in this position as well.

Stacia carefully bows her head as she recovers from self-loss when she sees Tinasha's thanks.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I thought I'd return the cloth I borrowed..."

"I didn't have to give it back. I just need you to put it around there."

Oscar mouthed Tinasha's cheek as he said. Stacia, who didn't want to see but saw the man touching his wife like he loved her, leaves, "I'm sorry," she said, disappearing when she put the cloth nearby with her trembling hands.

When she became invisible, Tinasha pulled her husband's ears out of her thoughts.

"What is this!

"What?

Oscar answers the words of his wife, who seems angry, but dares pretend not to know. Tinasha answered without getting her hair in.

"What are you going to do, imitate it like it fits!?

"Nothing. I don't care if you like me."

"You must be the one who has a thing for her!

Definitive words.

That's not true, she disappeared from her arms when she tried to argue. metastasis in front of his eyes.

Tinasha glanced down at him with her arms wrapped around her and said as if she was frightened.

"You've never done this to any woman before. You did it on purpose because you wanted me to give up, didn't you? Besides, isn't it because you want to give up?

"That's not true. Not interested."

The words to be returned without hesitation also seemed to refuse any further pursuit.

Tinasha laughs bitterly at her stubborn attitude at all times.

"You know what? Nothing. I'm not angry and I don't blame you, so please like it better. I know you care about me, and I'm glad you do. But that's why you won't hurt her. You're not that narrow of a nostalgia. I know very well that the woman beside you is happy."

Oscar got as grumpy as he could with the words of his wife as he told him.

There is no woman but her.

There are some things Stasia can't leave alone, but she's not as good as Tinasha. You could even kill Stacia if she wanted to.

Why should I take the bitter advice of preaching?

Tinasha stares at him still in the dark abyss.

"I've been looking at you this whole time. I'm also going to realize that you won't notice. You should go after her for now."

"What would it be to do that?"

"Apologize for your rudeness. Naturally as a person."

To a seriously rotten word, Oscar accidentally punches himself in the tongue.

But Tinasha smiled softly as she reached out and wrapped her hands around his cheeks.

"If you say you don't like her, that's fine. But don't disparage yourself for me. You don't look like a tyrant."

Clear words stained the Oscars.

But not immediately convinced of himself. Also, he is aware. Oscar stood up as he lay his own hand over the hand touched by his cheek.

"Okay. I'm going to apologize. But you're the only woman I have left."

"I know," Tinasha replied, laughing at her obstinate face, which she would not show to her subordinates.

Stacia, who ran inside the fort and followed it all the way to her room, stuck on the cloth as she sat down by the sleeping table.

- I should have told you I didn't want anything, but I had boring expectations.

That's why I looked in pain. It's a reward for having a dream that I can't give up my minutes.

That's what I was wondering, like he cared a little about himself.

It's ridiculous.

Isn't it you who told your sister that he has a loving wife?

The image of the Queen of Beauty, who would pass even if she were to say Goddess, and the man who had his eyes set on her to love her, remains burnt in her eyes and indelible. At the same time, I felt an indelible pain burned in my chest, and Stacia enjoyed a whimpering voice.

She takes a deep breath trying to quell her trembling shoulder.

At that time, there were signs of the door slowly opening, and a woman's voice was called from behind.

"Hey Stacia. Are you crying?

The mocking voice belongs to my sister. Stacia felt she could be chased, and only her voice answered flatly without raising her face.

"No, sister. I felt a little lightheaded."

"Yes, be careful."

"Yes."

The sound of the door being closed. I would normally have been surprised at my sister, who rarely and lightly pulled back, but now Stacia was just relieved. But soon a metal noise called kachari raised his face.

- I realized that was the sound of locking when I found one man in front of the door.

Menthan nobility that has been tangled up with her the other day. The man is grinning slightly and closing the key behind his back. Stacia stood up knowing the man's intentions in that brutal expression. Behind the back of the bunk.

"Don't run away. I can't go anywhere."

"It's my room. Please leave."

"My room? I think it's a strange story to have a princess's room in a fort to fight. Aren't you one of those weapons to get into another country? Then you'll want to be used by me."

That's right.

Stasia is sacrificed to be hurt from the beginning.

I am aware of that. So it would have been accepted as a natural role a while ago.

But now it's just - I couldn't stand being touched by the man in front of me.

Looking at the man slowly approaching, Stacia explores the bedside with her back hand. She then gently squeezed the dagger hidden under her pillow.

- Whatever the circumstances, she is not allowed to harm dignitaries in other countries.

So this is just a sign of her determination.

Stacia put a dagger in front of her body. Point it at the man while holding it with both hands.

"... please leave"

"You can't hurt me, can you? Just give it to me."

"I don't like it!

"My daughter, born from the belly of a lowly woman... don't look noble, it's hilarious"

The word struck Stacia like a whip.

My mother was a beautiful, proud man. I lived resolutely, even without my identity. She was proud of her mother again.

Stacia shuddered because she felt like she had been denied her mother for insulting herself.

The dagger trembles. I can't get the power in well.

When the man reached out quickly, he took it out of her hand. I throw it behind me unconstitutionally.

"Don't let them burn your hands. Listen to me."

Grabbing her shoulder by her reluctant hand, Stacia glanced at the pain. "You just have to raise your voice," I said. His voice comes back to life.

But... - Speak up. I wonder who will come.

Nobody's coming. My sister will be mocking her by now, and he's obsessed with his loving wife.

I can't get a voice anywhere. It must have been just a wish to help. It's not shallow.

Stacia, pulled down by a man and nearly gave up everything, opened her eyes to the unusual sound of something hitting the door though.

There is a ripping sound of wood. The door kicked open abusively, trying to chase the broken key.

The person who came in from there sees Stacia and the man who lays her together and throws a chilling voice.

"Am I interrupting?

"Oh, you..."

"What do you call me, like a flesh parent or a witch or the highest demon clan? Which one of them are you?

As Oscar walked into the room with dignity, he grabbed the man's arm and gently pulled it away from Stacia. Laughs with his nose at a man who rocks in fear and emptiness.

"Don't imitate boredom. It's unpleasant."

To the intimidation that seemed to stop his breath, the man escaped from the room without being able to say a throwaway dialogue. Without giving it a glimpse, Oscar will make Stacia stand when he reaches out. My tinted eyes trembled.

"Duh, why..."

"Well...... that was bad earlier. I did something insensitive."

"No... no..."

Oscar sighed when he saw her crying, covering her face with both hands.

- - Something's wrong at all.

I've done something like a child, and Tinasha hasn't pissed me off in a long time.

But now he was strangely relieved that he had made it to her peril, that he had to put in the right words to help.

The moon is shining out the sea.

The man watching under the cliff from the castle's terrace nodded when he found a ship in the dark sea.

I received supplies from my home country. He instructs his men to open the transfer gate from inside.

When food and weapons were then transported through the transfer gate to confirm all the loads, the man returned to the castle to report to his master. The quiet exaltation shivers the night air.

The war situation, which is now glued, will also change its appearance tomorrow. I don't know how vast and rich the continent is, but it's going to be twitchy and flavorful. - - The castle, shaken by such ambitions, was full of enthusiasm from the soldiers, refraining from turning the war situation to the present.

In the shadow of the warehouse where the food was brought in, but one man outside the fervour sighs.

"Not at all, Your Majesty has a lame idea... magicians aren't bandits."

"Don't stick around. I'll work."

"Yes, sir."

Men and girls disappear into the shadows as they say.

Nobody in the castle knew that existed yet.

Stacia, helped and relieved by Oscar, was immediately summoned by the Father King to go to that room.

- Did the nobleman of Mensan, who fled earlier, say something?

But Oscar is obviously better off. You won't be tired of him. That is at least a salvation.

She stood before her father, concealing the fullness that was accompanied by slothfulness, persevering to correct her posture, and was proper when she was told that the white dress decorated in the room was "yours".

I don't care what you think, it's a bridesmaid's dress. But I don't want to marry him. Are you going to marry that Mensan nobleman......

Expectations come to mind for a moment, but Oscar can't be the other guy. Because there's no one to give a ceremony to the side room opponent.

Cozros laughed, knowing or not the complicated heart of his daughter.

"The ceremony is tomorrow. I've got a room for you today, so don't get out of here. Don't meet anyone."

"Tomorrow... who are you?"

"You'll see. Get some rest."

My father's words were not intended to concern me. Don't ask me anything, I'm telling you not to turn against me.

Stacia managed to keep her head straight, which seemed to drip.

- - The warmth that did fill me up until earlier has scattered somewhere.

Knowing nothing about where the hell her future was, she bowed her head to her father and fell asleep in a locked, given little room from the outside.

A skirmish in front of the castle gate.

Achates, Prince of Crucia, looked out the window of the castle at that sight, which was also becoming a routine event.

The weather doesn't go as far as sunny weather, but the rain isn't going to pretend. It would be a day of no difficulty to have a wedding.

Acates turned his back on the window when he laughed small.

In the midst of a battle that never decided, Crucia showed Tarviga enough power before taking the deal.

- Marriage is formed between the two countries, and instead of harming Tarviga, the power of the three countries known as the Great Powers is cut.

It would be nice if the royal family could take it. Falsus and others, who have no inheritance and no other royalty in particular, will have to stop moving for a while if the king dies.

And Crucia and Tarviga embark on taking the hegemony of the continent together.

If Tarviga, which passes to knowledge within the continent, and Crucia, which also has the military power to contend for one or two in the eastern continent, that is possible. If there are other countries that are handicapped, all you have to do is form an alliance and get behind it.

A long battle begins across the continent. The first step is today.

Akates laughed at his men who would refrain from sidelining him.

"I hope the bride is beautiful. Well, I hope any woman is a Tarviga royal."

"If the conquest begins, it will be more relaxing. The Queen of Falsus is a beautiful woman."

"Well, maybe it's a good idea to comfort the queen who lost her husband."

Dressed in formal attire, he laughs. Immediately a samurai came and told him that the bride had arrived.

Achates nods satisfactorily and walks out towards the bride's waiting hall.

The hall was not large, but beautifully made with ancient and delicate finishes all over the place. The ceiling is high and bright light is inserted through the window where the color vitreous is attached.

The tree benches arranged at equal intervals are buried in proportion to 80% of the soldiers in Crucia and 20% of the heavy ministers in Tarviga.

Quiet is less of an insurance air.

Before that altar, the bride was already waiting.

Akates walks over looking at the bride, who doesn't know her face in the vale, wandering. Standing in its front and removing the vale, a young beautiful looking girl still looked to him.

Never give in to a pale eye. Akates was in a better mood for the light of quietly burning will.

- She's a beautiful daughter. And I think I feel strong inside.

Obedient daughters aren't bad, but daughters like rampant horses are funny too.

He captures and lifts his thin jaw.

Stacia didn't close her eyes, even as she tried to keep her face close.

Acates doesn't mind smiling lightly and mouthing the girl...... I intend, but it didn't come true.

His body was suddenly blown away by something.

".................. Huh!?

Acates tries to figure out what happened as he falls more and more on the floor.

Someone standing behind the bride at some point.

The man, dressed in magic and unaware, shrugged his shoulders and said disgustingly.

"This is the role of His Majesty, but I can't help it. I told you to block the alliance."

"Didn't you never come out now? You seem to have a lot of work to do."

The red-haired girl standing next to the man squeaks like any other HR looking at the murderous line of seats. The man laughed as he stood in front of it to shelter the bride.

"No, I'm getting used to this already. If it were both sires, I would do something more unscrupulous. - So Falsus declares. Go back to your continent with Crucia."

Everyone, except men and girls, is stunned by that country name.

Suddenly humans from the largest nation on the continent jumped across the castle gate. I'm surprised at that first, but then I mock their recklessness with only two of them.

Sneaking the magic of invisibility into the supply ship by himself, Doan, who entered the castle, formed a protective junction with a bitter smile. And instead, Mira forms the composition of the attack.

Seeing her huge composition, Doan frowned.

"Talviga people are told not to kill."

I can't tell the difference.

"Judge me by how I dress."

"It's a hassle."

Even so, Mira reassembled the configuration. Strike it out against the men coming at you.

The configuration, which spread in an instant, bounced the men one after the other as they gave birth to dozens of light spheres. Doan looks at it and looks frightened.

"Do you end up blowing them all away"

You're trying to keep me from dying.

"Huh...! You Falsus magicians!? It's reckless for both of us to come!

"Reckless? A joke. I can kill all of them. Remember that. Falsus has a demon clan like me... right?

Mira played her finger.

A man who raised his voice dies in an instant with a broken neck bone.

Panic ran on the spot to an overwhelming force, a presence of different ranks.

Kozlos, king of Tarviga, who was retreating at the wall, pales.

"Of Trudar... the Spirit of Queen Falsus! Does that mean the witch is coming too!?

"The queen is busy. You can't be here."

"Ko, kill him! Drive these two away!

The king's cry is also vain, and the queues are passed out one after the other.

But that's when the hall door opened from the other side. Several soldiers from Tarviga come running. Cozros turned to them with joy, but suddenly lost himself to the report.

"There are Falsus troops in cities and castles......! I can't hold it off! It's only a matter of time as it is!

"What...?

"That's what happens because it involves our majesty."

Doan groaned troublesome, releasing an invisible net to capture towards Kozlos.

Oscar had planned to fall the castle on this day from the beginning.

Doan and Mira, who let them break inside, open a transfer gate outside to draw the soldiers in after reporting the strength and placement in the castle.

At the same time, Oscar used the narc to climb the wall, and when he broke the fence in Acacia, he went from there into the city and used the Spirit to still connect the outside to the inside.

The Pharsus army, which broke in a little bit, should start attacking as well as time, splitting it between control in the castle and second-hand to the gate. I didn't think the wedding was going to happen, so I left a little earlier than planned, but Doan stroked his chest down, saying it seemed to be going well.

He looks back at the bride standing up behind him.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess of Tarviga? If you are hostile to Falsus, I will restrain you, but don't worry, I will guarantee your life."

"... no... no hostility whatsoever. I thank Your Majesty. Thank you......"

When I saw the face of my daughter stained with relief to see, my father the king shouted.

"Stacia! Did you go through with King Falsus? You ungrateful bastard!

"- I didn't get through anything. Don't be awful."

Doan bowed his head to Oscar, who came in with a blood-swet acacia in his hand. The king labors them, this time meritorious.

"We both had a hard time. The gates are open and almost overwhelming."

He is followed by the soldiers of Falsus. Oscar finally saw Stacia the bridesmaid garment after ordering him to separate the fainting Tarviga from the Crucian person.

"Interesting outfit"

"Um, this is..."

"Huh, this... die! Die! You're not my daughter anymore! I'll feed the dog!

Stacia shook her body at Cozros screaming in semi-frequent. The colored eyes stain with sorrow.

Oscar sighed when he saw Stacia and her father just standing quietly without a protest. He waves slowly for the first time.

"King Kozlos. Better not open your mouth too much. Tarviga didn't try to make alliances or anything with Crucia. You were taken hostage by both parents and children and rescued. That's all, isn't it?

With unacceptable force in the blue eyes, but only the voice asks softly.

Cozros made his eyes black and white at the words, but he nodded again and again as to whether he could swallow Falsus' intentions.

- Oscar is going to decide he didn't betray Tarviga from the beginning.

Pursue only Crucia and show the difference in power so that they will not be allowed to serve the continent in the future. Tarviga, who was thus freed, would be implicitly placed under Farsas surveillance.

When Mira returned after tapping into the ship returning the Prince of Crucia, the stunners who had fallen into the hall had almost been cleaned up.

Stacia walks over to the Father King, who still sits on the floor, and puts her hands on its shoulders so that she can labor.

But my father shook off his hand.

"Even if you hadn't done anything, I wouldn't withdraw my foreword."

That word would mean I wouldn't admit it as a daughter.

Stacia smiled bitterly at the factual allowance.

She's been working hard for her country, for my father. But the effort did not bear fruit, and in the end he lost his place.

I have no obsession with status, but now that I lost my mother at a young age, I can still be abandoned by my father, the earliest and only flesh parent.

But when she swallowed her emotions, she slowly bowed her head to her father.

"Thank you so much for everything. I will never forget the gratitude you brought me up."

Kozlos does not answer.

Stacia pulled the hem of the white dress and stood up. Walk out towards the exit of the hall.

Oscar spoke on that back.

"Where are you going?

"... anywhere. My mother was a traveling singing princess. Then it wouldn't be weird for me to do the same."

"It sounds like it's hard to live with a singer inside. Right...... if you're willing to do that, you should come to Falsus. I'll take care of you."

It would have been the surrounding subordinates more surprised by Oscar's words than Stasia herself. They're all like, "Huh!?" I look back at the king.

The Spirit Ayle, who had come to the hall, asked in wonder.

"What? Cheating?

"No, you can do whatever you want, whether you're studying abroad or a behavioral apprentice. You can study, and I'll send you out when I can do the man you like. About one of the women. Nothing."

"Ha... well, I guess so"

Oscar grinned bitterly at Doan, who hammered him with an unspeakable look.

"Besides, if I abandon you here, I feel like Tinasha's gonna piss me off again. I'm sorry I haven't been home in a while."

The king stands aside and shrugs his shoulders.

Stacia accidentally held her head down as the tears she had been experiencing were about to fall away.

From outside the castle there is a joyous voice of liberated citizens. A defensive battle that lasted more than three weeks is now over.

Oscar looks out the windows at exotic streets.

It will still take a few days for post-processing to come. But far better than depression I don't know where to go. When it's over, you can go back to your wife's country of waiting. Reminds me of my dear witch's smile and he loosens his expression all the time.

Those eyes didn't even think about what they were going to lose one day.