Unnamed Memory

Make a configuration.

And in an attempt to pass magic, she distorted her beautiful face.

I can't use magic well. I even feel like it's not my body. When the woman disappeared from the composition, she reassembled.

- I don't have much time left.

It's the first time I've ever felt so wasted my time.

So scratch. Reach out to me if it's funny or unusual.

She looked at the configuration she was able to make with her stared eyes.

I can't move my magic.

Recreate the configuration again.

Such a phantom immersed her, stacked with remnants of a shattered configuration in a dark room.

He remembers very well that it was a warm day with no clouds.

Ex-post processing spanned four days because two major countries, Gandona and Mensan, bit into Tarviga's suspicious behavior. But Oscar managed to take it on board when he had trouble being held by another country any longer.

Crucian soldiers were also half killed and half returned to their home countries by boat. It's troublesome to kill a royal family and have vengeance, so the prince who was in command was just forcibly deported after Mira threatened him.

My father, Kozlos, sent out to Stacia that he was going to Falsus, wearing his mother's shapely dress and other jewels, etc. In the end, he didn't look at me until the end, and he didn't listen to me, but Stacia wanted to think that there was some affection in the support that he had put in place as if it were a gift for his daughter-in-law.

"Um, are you sure..."

"What?"

"It's about taking me with you. Wouldn't the queen feel bad?"

Oscar grinned bitterly at Stacia's such questioning on his way through some of the transition formations.

"You won't. It's not like it's a side room. And I'm bored with that, because he's so careless. As much as I'd like to see you jealous for once."

"Ha..."

Stacia had asked about his queen a few trivial times over the past four days, but summing up the answers that came back showed only that she was an unusual person inside and that he cared so much for her.

But no matter what they say, anxiety does not diminish. I've never left the country before.

But then, when I remembered the words my mother taught me at an early age, "Farsas is a beautiful country," I felt anxiety only turn a little to expectations.

They go out into the castle after a third transfer.

And it was in the courtyard, and all the subordinates lined up in two rows, waiting for the king to return. Deep at the same time it is spectacular that they bow their heads, and Stacia breathes unexpectedly.

But when the king, who was before him, looked around and labored, he opened his mouth in surprise.

"What about Tinasha? Where are you?"

casual question. - For a moment on that question, is it my fault that tension ran between the heavy ministers?

Razal answers with his head down.

"I'm feeling a little sick and you're in your room. I told you His Majesty was coming back, so you'll be here shortly."

"What, are you sick? Then tell me not to come. I'll be there later so you can rest.... oh, and get her a room."

"Yes, sir."

At the same time as the king walks out, his subordinates split up and return to their respective jobs.

Leaving the scene guided by a woman officer, Stacia looked back and dropped off the king's back, which kept him away.

Less than a month during his absence, Tinasha's handled executive duties were perfect.

Back in the office, Oscar, who glanced lightly at them, laughed unexpectedly.

"Wow. Will you always do it?"

To the king's joke with dearness, but Lazar did not laugh. He asks the king, hiding his sinking pain in his emotionless eyes.

"Why did you bring her here?

"You mean Stacia? Because I didn't seem to have a place. I'm sorry."

Lazar remained silent for a while in response to a reply that returned with her face not raised from the paperwork.

But it's slightly more determined. Open your mouth.

"... because that one looks like Master Tinasha, I also know His Majesty will care. But if you make a mistake, you lose something important."

"Similar? Is he in Tinasha?

I never even thought about that. I just didn't think I could let it go somehow.

It's just...

'It's about another country. Leave me alone. You have no right to stop me. "

Hard voice. sharp, but fragile will and body.

That's the look of an immature Tinasha you never even met.

I don't know where I heard those words...... I've never heard them, but I still have a feeling of visibility that I can't wipe.

And the back was somewhere, similar to Stasia's.

To him silently, Lazar smiles with a sad face.

"Not the Queen these days, but there used to be a place like that, didn't there? Somewhere dangerous, where you refuse to help and are persevered."

- Maybe so.

Oscar put the paperwork aside and thought about it.

A past incident that caused me to become a witch. She has fought for a long time in solitude to settle the case. He tried to do everything on his own and didn't look at himself at all.

Immaculate pity. It may pass again to Stasia, who shrugs herself for the good of her country.

"... I see. I guess so. But I didn't change my priorities."

Lazar bowed her head to Oscar, who looked so bitter, even though she thought she was taking Tinasha lightly.

"I said something extra. Forget it."

"Nothing good. You got me worried."

Lazar leaves the room when he takes the paperwork.

It was the next day that Oscar would find out why he took a deep sigh out in the hallway.

The rooms shown were lavish for royalty.

Stacia looked into the room where her belongings had already been brought in, in awe.

My sister was jealous of her luck, but so unhappy with letting go. However, feeling the lack of location, Stacia stood in the corner of the room.

Just then, the door is slammed.

The lady who was helping me opened the door and checked the person, and bowed her head deeply and said, "This is the queen."

When I hear that, Stacia jumps up unexpectedly. The person who should have visited me to say hello came from the other side. Stacia rushes to see herself in the mirror wondering if there would be any disrespect. The image of the queen, a beautiful woman of the incarnation, occurred to me, and I felt like I was kind of just a child.

Once again, I will ask the woman to come in.

Slowly walking in, Tinasha found Stacia and smiled like a flower under the moon.

Peaceful and beautiful, unparalleled queen. Its dark eyes capture Stacia.

"I was very rude the other day. My name is Tinasha As Mayer Ur Aetherna Trudar. I thought you were being rude just now, but I really wanted to say hello."

"This is the queen. I apologize for asking for her. It is Stacia nel Perficino Tarviga. I'm a country guy who doesn't even know how to do it, thank you."

While she managed to return the greeting, Stacia caught something.

I know that she, the queen, was the queen of Trudar, but now that she's married to Farsas, she's supposed to bear the name of this country at the end.

But I wonder that she didn't name it.

But such questions blew away as soon as I saw a graceful smile that attracted the beholder.

"I was so happy to hear you were here that I was in such a hurry to follow you."

It's a word of pure joy that I don't dislike. It kind of tickles me off completely.

Tinasha, however, bowed her head deeply, not even concerned about the decadent state of Stasia.

"Dear Stacia. Please say hello to him."

"Huh? Yes, no. I just really needed your help... nothing..."

"Some places are a little like kids, but rely on that guy for you. That way they'll respond. I'm sure we'll both be happy."

I don't know what it is.

Stacia was all the more perplexed by the greeting as if to be a woman entering the side room.

- Is the story passed down a little wrong? If so, we have to solve the misunderstanding.

To Stacia, who hastily tried to excuse herself, but Tinasha just smiled bitterly and waved.

And the queen left with a polite greeting.

Stacia will think of Tinasha's appearance and words at this time for years to come.

But now I still don't even know what that really means.

Oscar rushed to his wife's room to process the job, but there was no one there.

In the sleeping area of the dim room where the curtains were drawn, there were signs that I thought I had been resting until just now, but there was no sign of my master at the heart. He returned to the hallway twisting his neck.

"How many steps are you taking when you're not feeling well?"

Should I look for a Spirit or Pamira, someone close to her?

It's already dim outside because I came back in the afternoon. Oscar was slightly frustrated that he wanted to see her early but wouldn't get caught.

Just in case he returns to his room, he peeks into the bedroom.

Large, clean bedside. - On top of that, she was sitting with her eyes closed.

Long dark hair falls soft zero over the white cloth, and lustrous lashes create a shadow on the white magnetic skin.

God loved creation. Oscar laughed bitterly when he found the queen of beauty with no one in line.

Tinasha, we're home.

"Welcome back"

She opened her dark eyes and smiled. Oscar will be as happy as usual, my dear. As he sat down on the edge of his bedroom, he reached for his white cheek.

"How are you feeling? Did you catch a cold?

"Looks like it. Excuse me."

"Don't push it. Your job is too perfect. Get out of my hands more."

"That's how you do it all the time."

"You're the body first."

Oscar captured and mouthed his little jaw as he said. Tinasha laughs like trouble.

Embracing a limb with a gentle curve, it smelled like a strong flower. It's unusual for her to only smell the light fragrance of scented oil that she usually puts in the tub. The signs of flowers that paralysed the spirit were compelling and badly fanned together with soft feelings.

An intolerable urge boils down.

He lay on his sleeping table a thin body that was losing strength as he broke his little lips and mouthed deeply. Slip your hands flat from foot to hips over the cloth.

She grinned bitterly with her eyes closed.

"Would you like dinner?

"I don't need it.... hey, don't need you. If you're catching a cold, eat and sleep properly."

- I almost couldn't think of her in danger and weak.

Oscar wakes up with his temples on. I'm sick, but I'm not willing to force you. I intend to be well aware of the priorities.

Tinasha, with her dark eyes open, stared nostalgic at her husband, who combed his fingers of dark hair spread out on the bedside.

"Oscar......"

Let me get you something to eat.

"I don't have an appetite."

"If you don't get enough nutrition, you're not cured."

"I'll throw up when I eat."

"You want me to call Lucrezia?

Really worried, Oscar peeked into his wife as she lay on her back.

Too much magic. Normal magic pills don't work on her. The only exception is the medicine made by Lucrezia, the same witch.

But Tinasha shakes the first time.

I saw you yesterday.

"What is it? Then at least stay asleep."

Oscar lays next to himself when he takes off his jacket. I gently tucked my unreliable wife's body in my arms.

"I'll be right back."

"If that makes you better."

Tinasha chuckles when she mouths on her lid.

It's a voice that stains my ears. Very calm.

When you're feeling her temperature, you realize this is where you're going.

No matter where you go, no matter what happens, you two will be fine. And that certainty strengthens me again.

Tinasha turned her arms around Oscar's neck and leaned over.

"Oscar...... I'm really happy. Thank you."

"I'm sure it's mine to thank you."

"Really? But I want to say it. I've been happy for over four hundred years since I met you. So... be happy too."

Now you're happy enough, she laughed.

Sweet beings.

Difficult life to replace with anything.

Oscar embraces that body firmly, though not too strong.

She responded to that.

Close your eyes as you feel each other's warmth for the first time in a long time. That's more luxurious than anything else.

Night sky without clouds.

The thin, grinding moon glows.

And the next day, her figure had disappeared from the castle.

I felt strange not when my sleepless wife's appearance wasn't on the sleeping table.

It should be in the corner of the bedroom, when you realize that the transfer to the tower has been wiped out.

Oscar leaves the room in a hurry and asks the lady officer, but everyone shakes their heads.

Lazar, who appeared there, bowed his head deeply with a look that allowed him to indulge in something.

"Dear Tinasha... I will never go back"

"What? What is that? Where have you been?"

"I don't know. But I'm sure they went where no one could find them."

"What are you trying to say... Explain it properly"

suppressed authority. Still seeping frustration, Lazar clouds his eyebrows even more.

- Did you get in a bad mood about Stacia after a while?

So you've done cloud cover?

Though he thought so, Oscar realized that he wished he were.

I'm not jealous of Tinasha.

Then why did she disappear? A bad feeling arises like a shadow.

Lazar spun his words quietly when he received the king's gaze straight.

"Master Tinasha will soon be dead. The last time I wanted to see His Majesty, I was forced to extend my life until yesterday."

It was three days before Oscar returned home that the incident occurred.

The mysterious black mood has crept into the castle town where the rubbing of religious entanglements has just been handled.

Tinasha went to process it herself, and took an unconsciousness. "For some reason, the magic didn't work," she said, grinning bitterly at the men who changed blood phases.

When she finished sublimating all her spread temper, some of her guts were corrosing and slowly dying.

He said he couldn't do anything to the Spirit or Lucrezia. Wounds and illnesses may have been treated, but her guts were contaminated and disintegrated by air.

In a sudden change in the queen, she stopped the men who rushed to inform Oscar. Because by then she already knew that her death was already inevitable.

Tinasha laughed, "I don't want to get in the way of that guy's work," and when she applied a magic treatment to her own body that would replace her organs... she just waited for her husband to return. Put a stop to all her subordinates knowing about her body.

"If Master Tinasha dies, he says the place will be contaminated. The corrosion of his temper blended so much that he couldn't peel it from his magic... so when he went far away, he said," No one can get in. "

Oscar had heard a long story of childhood tampering.

- - I know what they're saying.

But I don't know what that means.

A woman who has lived for four hundred years. I've survived the hard raw.

Why should I die now that I have followed next to myself?

Decades and so on, she said.

Why can't we wait so long?

I told you not to die before me, and I pushed you many times.

Lazar looks up at the king in silence with a crying face. Lazar knew exactly how unmanageable his one-wing witch was.

Oscar pushed a long silence apart and opened his mouth.

"... Lazar"

"Sorry"

"That's good. Get a magician."

"Huh?"

"Let the transfer gate open to the tower. There is still a protective juncture. He's alive."

What can you do, if you were alive, if you were caught that hand?

- I can't do anything.

Nothing happened to Lucrezia or to herself.

But I still missed you.

I don't even know what I'm going to do when I see you. Maybe you want to ask me why I imitate you so that you don't shut up, or maybe you just want to hug me.

With his half-white head, Oscar was running out through the castle if he noticed. Catch Pamira with a crying eye and let her open the metastasis gate.

And he went out into the wilderness by the gates.

But I can't find a door in the witch's blue tower. It's closed.

Oscar looked up at the heavenly tower.

"Nark, come. Take me upstairs."

Oscar climbed the outer wall to the top floor aboard the dragon as the men and women who followed him breathed. Break the bond stretched on the window in Acacia and go inside.

The Witch's Room at the Tower kept its clutter much the same as when it first came.

Oscar is just a little relieved of that. The fact that there was a bond and that this place had not been cleaned up seemed a testament to her survival.

Rushing out to find what she looked like, Oscar noticed, however, a single letter placed on the table.

His name is written on the address.

Breathtaking. Slow down.

He reached for it - but when he pulled that hand, he headed to the back of the room.

It's a place where you know what you're doing.

Oscar opens the door abusively and looks around at all the bedrooms and bathrooms, libraries and other rooms on the top floor.

But she wasn't anywhere.

Despair smiles faintly. I wish this was a dream.

When Oscar returned to his original table, he opened the letter.

Beautiful woman's letter.

It's his wife's handwriting.

"To my king.

You may not give in, so you may come here.

I'm writing this for that time.

I'm sorry I didn't say anything.

Truth be told, you feel like you're gonna take my hand till the end.

But my body is already poisoned...

No, this must be an excuse.

I really just don't want you to get mad at me.

Because if you get angry, you'll cry. I feel weakened.

Five years I've spent meeting you.

I got blinding happiness.

Laugh, be angry, cry sometimes.

It was as full as a lie.

How much time with you has enriched my warped raw

I'm sure you won't be able to tell them all about it.

I've lived four hundred years and finally learned that words can't tell me what's really valuable.

It's all in me, like a flower that blooms only under the moon.

It's just my pride to have loved you.

And with this pride, one foot ahead of me, I get off this stage.

You told me you were happy yesterday, and I was happy enough to cry.

I said I'd die later than you, and I'm sorry I lied to you.

And what you said about having a child...

If I may, I wish you the same happiness in the future.

I pray hard on my own. '

At the end of the letter was signed "with gratitude and love".

Oscar reads the letter from his wife over and over.

That's when there was a slight sign of magic behind him, and he looked back.

There's no one there.

When I walked over to the window, there was a magical tattoo engraved on the window frame. The junction I broke earlier is back to normal.

If you give me time, I guess the juncture is a mechanism for self-repair. It's like the magic equipment is protected even when the master of the tower is gone.

- - The void accidentally pokes Oscar in the chest.

She's not coming home.

Nowhere.

And seeing that beautiful smile.

Nor is it appropriate to hear a clear voice.

Loss finally comes to life with a sense of reality.

I should have left her and not left the country.

I should have asked what I said about the magic.

I should have left the post processing and gone right back.

I should have cared more when I said I wasn't feeling well.

The real thing to protect was she was the one to help.

But I can't reach it anymore.

It's gone away.

The nak over my shoulder whispers small.

I don't see the moon in the blue sky. It's just a thin cloud flowing.

Oscar put his trembling hands on the window frame.

"If a fool is going to die... why won't he die in front of me... you can't give up forever"

Painful groaning.

It was that night that the Guardian Order hung on him disappeared.

After the beautiful queen was gone, the castle was engulfed with sinking air as if the fire had gone out.

It was not clearly announced why she was gone, but we all knew that the queen was relative to the temper that struck the castle capital. Everyone then guessed why she disappeared after a few days in bed, based on the king's condition.

Oscar rejected a suggestion from a civilian to build her grave.

She doesn't need a grave mark without contents. Such a lonely thing doesn't suit you.

So he only ordered her name to be carved into his grave when he died.

At one time, the castle of Falsus, where diverse beings were in and out, such as spirits and closed forest witches, also ceased to see the Queen since her absence.

days expecting to get used to intolerable pain.

Oddly slow, and then not long ago, the months flowed that I can't often remember...... a year had passed when I realized it.

"Don't say the same thing over and over again. Not that bad of a memory."

Oscar laughed bitterly as he waved the word stuck minister out. Watch the lassers refrain on the side.

"Not at all. Don't you all struggle"

"If you think so, do something about it."

Oscar laughs again at the unfamiliar childhood.

Since Tinasha disappeared, few people have cared about the king for a while, but after a year, like every day, everyone keeps their mouths shut and advances to make money on the inheritance.

I don't know what it is, that's why, but given the sudden tragedy of attacking the queen, who was certainly said to be the most powerful witch, that would also be impossible.

"I don't even have a side room to tell you that."

"You have as many candidates as you want. Tinasha used to spill her jealous eyes. There will be one of you in the castle."

"You mean Stacia"?

"That one would have impeccable instrumentality and character, and His Majesty would like it."

"That's not what I brought you here for."

A year after Stacia started living in Falsas. Apparently she spends her days studying history and politics. We don't face each other often, but we seem to be doing fine.

Oscar remembered what she looked like a year ago when she had just come to this castle, not the one she was now becoming a beautiful adult woman. The day I bring her home, what Lazar told me will come back to life.

"... you advised me that day."

To a half-solicited grunt, Lazar soon realized when it meant.

"I mentioned that I was out too much. It was unbelievable."

At that time, even if Oscar had taken his advice for granted, it was too late. Lazar is ashamed to say words that, so to speak, are tantamount to silence, having become emotional about the queen who is going to die and the newly arrived woman.

But Oscar shook his head to the side.

"No, you were right. It's bad for Stacia, so I didn't really think about it. Tinasha said I had a thing for him. So if I hadn't... if I hadn't brought him in, sometimes I think Tinasha would have gotten greedy about living more. - That's ridiculous."

If she didn't take her place, would she have prevented the tragedy?

I don't know the answer, and it's too late to think about it.

However, she would get angry that it would be rude to Stacia to think that way. I might tell Oscar to like it more, or to be confident in his choices. He imagined many streets of scolding in his head.

Beautiful witch.

His only lover.

That still remains the same.

She laughs vividly in her memory. That smile doesn't strike me.

He always makes his own tricks.

"If it doesn't seem to move much, I'll tell Lady Stacia instead."

"Stop. I can't turn him down if that's the way to go."

Living in an exotic castle, she's in a weak position. It would be difficult to refuse if asked to go to the king's side room.

Oscar inhaled deeply.

Making a succession is part of his job. I know very well. Then it is also his responsibility to bear the guilt associated with it.

He turns the pen with his finger when he puts the paperwork down.

"Well... someone told me that I couldn't be held accountable. I'll say it myself. Just select the right candidate for when you can't."

"Yes, sir."

Oscar laughs all the time when he stands up.

The first time I applied to his queen for marriage, she said, "Head, are you okay? I said."

Dream.

It's always the same dream.

In it I sleep, always holding her in my arms.

I still feel relieved that it was a dream when I was gone and not there.

But when you wake up, you're alone.

She's nowhere.

I look for her nowhere, as soon as I wake up.

And finally, I know she's not here.

If she had not been king, would she have gone out of danger and still laughed next door?

Could you not let go of her hand, which rots slowly?

But I don't dream like that.

I can't draw a distant world.

So even today, you fall into the lonely dream where she is.

Stacia was stunned that the king had suddenly visited the room. I rush to clean up the book on my desk and pass him through.

When he saw the packed book and the paper that was copying it, Oscar turned soft on his eyes. Stasia is attracted to those eyes.

On the day Tinasha disappeared, Stasia did not tell anyone what the queen had said to her.

I felt as though I was recognized by the Queen and stood next to him.

Whatever it takes is grasping. It's true that I'm attracted to kings, but I couldn't do that in the end.

Oscar stared at Stacia as he sat in the recommended chair.

"I'll be the first to say no. What I'm going to do now is talk insensitive. You can always tell me if you feel uncomfortable. That's where it ends."

Oscar cut the word there once. View Stacia.

She nodded breathlessly at the words.

- Maybe I expected a day like this sooner or later.

It was strangely stirring in my heart.

The king's blue eyes look out the window for a moment. The distance swaying in its eyes looking away seemed to reflect the past.

"When I met you in Tarviga, I didn't think I could leave you alone. Later Lazar told me and I noticed. That you look like the old Tinasha. So I was curious. I couldn't throw it away."

"Yes......"

Stacia was slightly surprised.

I don't know what resembles me and that beautiful witch.

But I guess that's what the man who loved her would say.

My chest hurts just a little.

But that was not offensive.

"Now I know how different you are from Tinasha, and I prefer you there. I wonder where it's strong and core, and then what you like about it.... but for me, that's still the one woman. There is no substitute. I can't forget, my lady."

"I am familiar with you."

Oscar smiled bitterly at Stacia, who replied seriously.

I'm really insensitive. "Too stupid to be honest," the subordinates would be flabbergasted if they heard.

But I have to tell you, it was an untouchable fact.

"It's just... I have to make an inheritance. I have a responsibility to inherit this blood. You're the one who floated first as a side chamber, and everyone recommends that. But that's not what I brought you here for, and if I used you as my sideroom... I really didn't like it when I seemed to replace Tinasha. There's no substitute for that, and neither are you. Instead of having that relationship with you, I simply wanted to help."

Frank words get into Stacia's mind.

She smiled and nodded. I appreciate his favor.

She's in a position to refuse if you give her a word.

But to be honest with you, I was glad you were trying to talk to me on a reciprocal basis.

Oscar looks to her. What is in its eyes is neither sweet light nor bitter regret. It is my duty as king to rule the country and succeed the next generation.

"Stacia. Ask based on them. I don't care if it's for my country or not. Rather, that's fine. There's nothing to work against if you say no, so ask your own insistence.... Are you willing to be my sideroom and have kids?

Stacia tilted her neck slightly and smiled.

If he hadn't met Tinasha, would he have stopped looking at himself?

He might or might not have given it to me.

This encounter may be inevitable, or it may be a prank of fate.

She doesn't know that.

I just want to support him.

He wants to be in that power, just like he was helped.

I don't love you because I want to be loved.

Lost. Just one wife. I think the same, that's why I want to respond.

"- Please, thank you for that man."

If he wants himself to be the mother of his child, he will make it happen.

The queen probably entrusted the same desire.

Stacia thanked him deeply when he stood up. Answer with a voice without straying.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll take it with you. Until Lord Tinasha returns, we will work in his stead."

Oscar turned his eyes round to the unexpected answer.

I just don't want to say it, and neither does he think Tinasha will go back, etc. Otherwise I wouldn't make such an offer.

But Stacia answered resolutely, as if she truly believed in her return.

There is no shaking of fine dust there. It's an enviably proud spirit.

Oscar smiled feeling she had strength that was neither for herself nor for Tinasha.

I do feel like my guilt diminishes, my heart lightens.

- She's a terrible person again.

Such a masterpiece supports me. I'm sure this is a happy thing.

Oscar took Stacia's hand respectfully as he stood up.

It is a further year after this that a boy is born between them.

"I hear King Falsus has married a side chamber."

"Heh."

To her reply, which is apt to be extreme, the man who came to visit laughed. Next door a young woman looks serious for some reason.

The lord of the room was surprised at it, but never put it out in his mouth and asked why. Tilt your neck toward the man instead.

"So what. Go on."

"There's no going on. That's all."

"What the hell? I'm bored. It would be neater if they still told me to kill King Farsus or something."

The man smiles sarcastically at the noisy feeling.

"If I told you, would you kill me?

"You owe me. If there's a good reason, you don't have to."

"Then do me a favor then."

"Whatever you want."

And the LORD took in his hand the fruit that was on his pillow, when he was abandoned.

I'm thirsty and sleepy when I do.

I'm being flirted with by a physical condition I can't go back to.

But there's still something to be done, like a mountain.

Fortunately, we have plenty of time.

Enjoy one at a time.

When the Lord cleverly peeled the fruit with a knife, he put his teeth to it.