Unnamed Memory

A light of light candles illuminates that dimly lit room in the depths of the royal palace.

A window that stopped the night reflected a slight light, reflecting a man as beautiful as a mirror.

A fierce voice of a young woman is showered on the back of a man who does not move while looking at the window.

"What are you going to do!? I can't believe we're trying to kill each other!

"Originally a witch and an Acacia swordsman are so hostile to each other. No wonder."

"Those two are a couple! I have kids too!

"But I don't remember. A man has another wife. I told you then. I knew I'd forget about humans no matter how much I loved them."

To the pale words, Aurelia waved for the first time, remembering the dazzling frustration.

"I had no choice! The king has a duty to inherit blood and go!

"Yeah, so are you."

The man looked back unexpectedly.

The beauty of the outside world entails chilling air. As he walked over to Aurelia, he captured that jaw and turned it upwards.

He doesn't really wonder if it's because the people around him are powerful magicians. They became more picturesque as men and women in line than they were ten years ago.

Aurelia stared straight at the man.

"... what are you trying to say?"

"Don't you see? You must also welcome another man and bear the child. Because the superior demons can't have children."

"Travis......"

It's not like she craved the throne. He just pushed her up.

- But more responsibility arises than reign.

Aurelia didn't know if it was for anger, for sadness, or something else that would make her want to cry as she gushed.

Just look at the man. One of the only men you've been with.

"If you just wanted to try me, you didn't have to involve those two..."

"Those guys are special. Even if I did, I'd remember if I died."

"What do you mean?

Travis turned his back on her as he let go silently. Aurelia screams as she senses signs of trying to walk away.

"I will not betray you! Look at that! I'll let you know!

But the man disappeared without looking back or even opening the door. The queen, left alone, bites her lips.

"... will not betray... never..."

The whining no one hears melts into the dark room and sadly colours the moonless night.

Aurelia drooled her head and gently zeroed a sigh similar to that of a whimper.

Tinasha looked at the man in front of her with a frightened face, with her arms around her.

He shows no hostility with his hands up. The sword of love was carried by a spirit standing beside Tinasha.

"That's all there is to it, and you're an idiot not to expect to come back in two days? Did you just inherit that from Leg?"

"Well, I guess. I'm not here to fight."

"I want to kill you, though. Fistria..."

That's what she says. When she looks at her feet, her young daughter looks back with a subtle, mixed eye of anticipation and fright.

Tinasha shrugged her shoulders and sighed.

The place they are relative to is the courtyard of Gandona Royal Palace.

In contrast to Oscar, who was only accompanied by Lennart and Lazar, Tinasha was expecting a sudden visitor with her daughter and her daughter's spirit.

"So what can I do for you?"

"This is it for now"

Oscar shows Tinasha that when he puts out a thick silver bracelet of width from his nose. She looked at what was shown with an emotionless eye.

The king opens and closes his bracelet once.

"I'll say no first, but this is a seal passed down to Falsus. Touch it and you won't be able to structure it."

"Hmm?"

"So, only the Falsus royalty can open this. You want to give it a try?

Oscar offers a seal.

In that hand, Fistria looked up at my mother. Tinasha nods silently.

With my mother's approval, the fearful girl took the seal when she approached my father. Turn the bracelet in your hand strangely. - And the bracelet opens without sound.

Lazar, who had been watching behind his master until now, breathed. This proved that Fistria was definitely an Oscar child.

But in contrast to her delightful daughter, her mother remains cold and faceless.

Oscar laughs bitterly.

"You want to try it, too? You, Lady Zheng, have a contract with Acacia, so you can open it."

"Nothing good. I don't want to touch it. Maybe whoever touches it will open it."

"Yes, it is."

Nodding, Oscar received his bracelet from Fistria. Pass it to Renate behind it.

He took Tinasha's gaze and thanked him deeply.

"It's been a while. That you have once again been seen by my queen, no more happiness."

"This man is nominally a Falsus magician, but he's a magician who serves you personally. Actually, there was another one, but I left the castle without you."

Tinasha smiled sarcastically at the introduction of the man. Speak out toward Renate.

"Then you will kill the man there if I command you?

"If you really want to."

"Talk like that without me."

Tinasha ignores the bitter Oscar.

The bracelet remains closed in Renate's hand. He gave it to Lazar but still didn't open his bracelet.

Oscar punishes it when he receives his bracelet from Lazar.

"I don't think you can trust me with this. Really for now. If you want to see the records, there's plenty of them."

"Not interested"

Tinasha turned her back on him lightly. Fistria raises her voice as she sinks "Mother..."

Turning to his daughter, Tinasha said without turning.

"Fistria, we're going to make sure it's not too late. And never leave Cal again."

"Ugh, yeah!

Upon hearing the reply, the mother left intact. Cal laughs bitterly at the three distracted Falsas.

"Your daughter already knows that. He said he was the queen of Falsus. If you want to find out if it's true, you'll find out, and most importantly, if you ask us, because the contract's been annulled."

"You know!

So you left Fistria, Oscar is good at it.

As he held up his daughter, who was standing at his feet, Fistria gave her a smile very similar to her mother's. When I cheek on my little soft face, I smell like a rose. Like dealing with broken goods, but firmly Oscar embraced his daughter.

My chest gets hot.

I've gone a long way.

But I did follow this little life.

Fistria narrowed her eyes and hugged her to her father's neck. A young voice whispers in her ear.

"Are you really my father?

"Right...... sorry to hear that before"

"Yeah......"

The girl lays down her long eyelashes. Clear tears fell from underneath.

Oscar put his daughter on her lap, tired of crying and falling asleep, looking up at Cal as she stroked her head slowly. Ask what you've ever cared about.

"If you know him, why would he do that?"

"You hated me."

…………

Drop your shoulders unanticipated for an opinion without abomination. But Oscar laughed small as he regained his mind on his daughter's sleeping face.

"Well, fine. Take it easy and say it down."

"I think it's easier to give up."

"I don't like it."

"That's really sticky..."

Cal returns the acacia he kept to Oscar. He put it next to himself.

With both hands free, Cal opens his hand to the ground.

"If your daughter's memory returns, do you think she'll come back to you now with that character? There are other women and heirs."

Oscar shuts up.

- It's not like I didn't think about it.

Tinasha used to say, "If you want a side room, do as you please," but that's only if she stays in Falsus as a regular room.

She was the one who originally showed strong resistance to herself being a witch entering the royal family. Now that an ordinary woman is his sideroom, entering the castle would in itself have the potential to shy away.

"... maybe I won't go back"

"Right? It's not like who's wrong. Your daughter has responsibilities, too. But there's nothing more we can do about what happened? Time will not return. I think you should make the people you can reach happy."

It would be about Stasia, and her son Will, and the people of Falsus. Fistria may be in there, but Tinasha is not. Is it true that the beings who wanted to be happiest have already left his hands completely?

Oscar, but still couldn't give up.

If it's sticky, I can't help but be told it's bad for the forebears. I'd rather you lived hated her than died loving her.

Naturally. There's no room to get lost.

And I want to reach out.

I want to be able to reach out to them whether they shake me off or reject me.

Cal lifted Fistria, who slept well, from Oscar's knee into his arms.

"I'm sorry. Your daughter gets angry when it gets too late. Mira and everything else is pretty much out on you, so you better stay away from them if you see them."

"I guess..."

If you look at Lucrezia, it's easy to predict how the spirits who were more heartbroken by Tinasha would react. Lennart doesn't say anything either because he knows Oscar's position and responsibilities, but if he's serious, he probably wants to criticize the king for his mistakes.

Oscar grinned bitterly as he stood up.

"Not at all... we don't have any allies"

"That's not true either. I don't think I've ever done that before, and so has the queen here."

I'm sure Fistria would like that, too.

Oscar removed another bracelet from his nose that was not a seal. A small bracelet made of platinum is carved with a carefully crafted Falsus royal crest. The king put it in the wrist of his sleeping daughter. Drop your gaze on your adorable sleeping face.

"In the meantime, I'll try my best. I couldn't even ask her to marry me the first time, and she told me she couldn't."

"Ho ho. Come on."

The Spirit disappeared with the proper gavel.

- Not yet, this is the best I can do.

But one day Oscar followed Gandona that day, believing that he was the one who would lift Fistria up and go home with him.

Johag was walking hastily through Gandna's royal palace towards the courtyard.

Being a nobleman of this country, he aspires to a square that is becoming a rose garden with a certain purpose.

- It's about meeting one woman.

I met her when the queen, who had just taken office in this country, was still one of her relatives. In the garden of that mansion, Johag saw one woman walking with a baby.

Scenes as if they were one of the paintings.

He was distracted by the look at a glance.

I have kids. I guess I have a husband. But the mansion didn't have her husband, and she kept raising kids there. Several times I asked thoughtfully, she laughed and said, "I don't have a husband," and named her real name.

Johag, however, became stunned by the revealed name.

There can't be no husband.

I'm just losing my memory.

But if you can't get your memories back...

He had the guilt not to tell her the truth.

But at the same time, he fell in love with the witch, Queen Falsus.

And that's why he doesn't know Travis missed it. He just keeps going to see a woman he can scorch so he can make the roundabout.

As she was reading a book in her courtyard bench, she noticed Johag and raised her face.

"It's been a while. At work today?

I'm here to see you.

Tinasha just smiled grudgingly at the direct verbal complaint as well. Johag naturally sits next to it.

"I was surprised to hear they moved to the royal palace"

"I didn't really want to come either...... Aurelia recommended it. But I think it's time to leave."

"Huh!?

"I'm not a Gandona person, and Fistria's already grown up. It's a bad idea to be in Aurelia's care forever."

"Are you going home to Falsus!?

Tinasha rounds her eyes to Johag's hasty words. Seeing that look on his face, he noticed the silence.

- I didn't get my memories back. I said something extra.

Tinasha smiled bitterly at him in a hurry.

"Did you know that? About when I don't remember."

"Yeah, yeah... sorry to shut up"

"I don't mind. Looks like Travis was under pressure. And there's nothing more to know than I don't remember. I'm not even going back to Falsus. Because I only remember living in that country for the old days."

"Really..."

He strokes his chest down with relief for now.

But it didn't solve the problem. I don't know where she's going to get out of here, but there's a chance she'll never see you again.

Johag hesitated, but finally made up his mind. Take her hand, which was opening the book.

"So, would you be at my mansion, if you don't mind?

"Huh?"

"It's as much for a room, and I'll call a teacher about Miss Fistria's education. We can help you stay at home."

"No, but..."

"If you want to help your majesty, it's a good distance, and I don't think it's a bad story."

Tinasha smiled like trouble at the man's offer.

While concealed by Aurelia and Travis, she tapped Aurelia into politics and the military instead of taking care of her, helping her with the job and getting her hands on a magical tangle rub.

Perhaps Johag is saying that, but Tinasha thought Aurelia would not need her own help at the earliest opportunity.

She swallows and applies well. From now on, you will be able to lead your own country as queen.

Gently trying to turn down Johag's favor, Tinasha frowned, however, feeling new human signs.

Soon the man's voice sounds.

"Whose concubine are you dictating? Let me get those hands off you."

Johag nearly jumped up with the Lord of his voice in his sight.

Her original husband, King Falsus, stood there looking grumpy. Unexpectedly let go of her hand and stand up.

But Tinasha gave it back to the man in a chilling voice that she didn't think would be directed at her husband.

"Are you here again? Get to work."

You're doing your job right.

"Fitz would be out."

"I know. You went to sea with Cal, didn't you? I was invited, but I'm afraid I don't have time to go."

"Go now. You want me to metastasize him?

"Fine. I'm here to see you."

Tinasha took a deep sigh. In that gap, Oscar shoots through Johag with a glance.

"That's why. Shall I take it?"

Johag moved and looked down at Tinasha. She shrugs her shoulders looking sorry.

"I'm sorry. See you next time."

"Oh, I see."

Oscar bent his lips as he dropped off the back of the man who was rushing away.

"No alarm, no gap."

"Don't worry, I won't show you any gaps."

"My impression is that you're in the ground..."

"If you're conscious, you should weigh yourself down."

Tinasha abandoned without raising her face from the book.

This man comes to visit her and her daughter every three days after he shows up. All I get is that I'm not free to ask how much I'm free. It was annoying and troublesome to deal with.

Oscar sits in the chair in front of her, staring at her.

Tinasha, who had ignored the book for a while and curled it, finally raised her voice to just being stared at without saying anything.

"Depressing! What!

"Nothing. I thought the difference in years opened up again."

"There's no way the difference in years opens up"

"It's about appearance. You looked about sixteen when I was twenty. And then you grow up and you're just like me... and now you're a little younger again"

"Growth stopped after the dawn of the puerperium. I didn't want to be bothered by your cycle."

"I see."

I get kind of annoyed just talking.

Tinasha enjoyed the urge to throw it when she closed the book. Instead stare at the man with intimidating eyes that make the beholder tremble.

But he got that gaze flat.

"I appreciate you putting up with Fistria, but I guess you haven't left your own son alone"

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm looking right at you."

"Fine then. Mind your wife."

"Are you jealous?

"Why are you jealous for a man you don't like? Why don't we just open our heads once and see?

There's just something that hurts when you say it so clearly. Oscar was slightly depressed by the fruit while remaining calm. I've been told a similar dialogue before marriage, but if I do it because of the tone, it sounds harsh. I kind of figured out how my great-grandfather felt.

But still, he asks.

"Tinasha, would you like to come to Falsus?

"I'm not going."

It is an instant answer.

Remembering the old exchange, Oscar laughed.

"Fistria says she wants to come"

"I guess so. I heard that too. I don't care if you take good care of me. I was just about to leave this country."

"Are you coming?

"Just my daughter. I'm not going."

In an unsolicited reply, Oscar was more stunned than discouraged.

She wants to let go of her daughter.

I just thought I wouldn't do that no matter what, but I can't swallow it right away when I actually ask.

"Are you sure?

"If that's what you want, I'm not willing to stop. Of the children should be loved and spent."

That, to put it aside, represented her worry that if she lived as a witch with herself, it would have a negative impact on her daughter's life.

Born witch.

It is both despair and hope.

All the witches to date have become witches acquired and their lives have been violently transformed until then, whereas Fistria is in an environment where both her parents and the people around her accept her as such.

Tinasha thought it should be enjoyed as something precious, even if that was just childhood.

But Oscar glances back at her slightly.

"But then you'll be alone."

"I don't mind. That's what it is."

"That's not true"

To the words of denial, Tinasha distorts her face uncomfortably.

But Oscar couldn't give up just that. I don't want to put her back in solitude again. I don't want you to despair loosely.

He tells him to make a child of his wife when he looks straight at her.

"If you don't like me, that's fine. But don't be alone. The corner is free. You won't have to live away from people."

Tinasha opened her dark eyes to surprise.

This man, who was her husband, knows why she became a witch and why she came across time. And the fact that its purpose is not the earliest.

Being his wife, I'm sure I've been able to get past that shift successfully.

But I don't remember that right now. I can't find a new way to live for a purpose that suddenly disappears.

Still, when I was dressing up and raising Fistria, I was obsessed.

I struggled so hard that I couldn't think of anything else.

I just don't see what I would do afterwards if I were to let go of my daughter from now on.

Do you keep trying to swallow something you can't swallow, or do you fall into a prolonged meltdown - either way, you'll be back in solitude.

But for the first time, Tinasha realized that he really knew who he was.

She tried to say something, but eventually swallowed the word.

Looking back at the man's eyes.

The color of the bright night sky, which has just set the sun.

Those eyes trapped the real sky, not ruled by light or darkness.

I only like the color. Never put it in my mouth, but I thought it was very pretty.

Time to just stare at each other.

No words. The emotions that flow there are not understandable. It doesn't make sense.

The truth is, I'm sure you can't take it out on yourself.

Tinasha laughed all the time.

Glow like you miss when your dark eyes aren't there now.

Oscar stood up slowly as he engraved that grin into his chest that was obtainable.

"Tinasha, I'm sorry"

The word is the usual goodbye. I don't know why, but he always apologizes to her when he breaks up.

"There is no reason to be apologized for. Don't come if you're strong."

"I can't do that. That's a consultation. I want to see you."

"I don't want to see you"

Tinasha hung up on the back of a man trying to return with a bitter smile.

"Don't blow too much into Fistria. I don't even want to hear it every night. It bothers me."

"He wants to hear about us. I didn't lie."

"The past subjectivity is worse than lies."

"Let's keep in mind"

The man waved and responded.

An even body. Tinasha follows with her eyes the footsteps stained with the battle.

- Are you sure you once stood next to him?

I can't remember anything.

I don't feel anything.

But Tinasha, who was blurry and thinking, doesn't notice.

Her eyes followed that figure forever until the man's back was completely invisible across the trail.

That evening, Fistria, entering the bedroom, made her sleeping mother listen to the sea during the day.

Tinasha, laughing and listening to her daughter, manages to put up with her face as the story gradually shifts about her past in Falsus.

Not knowing the inside of such a mother, Fistria sparkled her eyes.

"So. My mother in the bridesmaid's dress was so beautiful! Nice. I wanted to see it, too."

"If you grow up, you can wear it."

"But not all the time. I want to see my mother's! Hey, if you don't remember, you can just get married again."

"No, not good at all.... that's what your father told you to say?

To the questions he wore, but Fistria just looked suspicious. Tinasha grins bitterly and strokes her daughter's hair.

"If you want to go to Falsus, you can go. It's very prosperous, and it's a beautiful country. You can study a lot."

"What about my mother? You're not going?

"Because I'm not a Falsus person. But you inherited Falsus' blood."

Fistria asked further, feeling the voice of a kind mother, but not convinced.

"But not everyone lives in the same country all the time, right? I want my mother to come too."

"When Fistoria goes to Falsas, I'll draw a transfer formation for you in your room. You'll see me anytime."

"Really!?

"True. It's not about distance. We can go wherever we want."

Behind that word is tremendous power and confidence. And a drop of self-derision.

But the young Fistria doesn't know yet. She was just happy that she could live with her father and that she could see her mother any time.

I really want the two of you to get to know each other better, but when I say that, I can't tell you because my mother looks in trouble. I expect that word from my father, "I'll do something about it, so wait."

Fistria closes her warm middle eyes.

Tinasha sighed softly at the look of it not yet knowing despair.

The woman's face looked a little tired.

Tinasha sits next to her when she puts her brewed tea in front of her. Aurelia smiled as she put her white hand against her forehead. To the young queen, Tinasha gives the nail.

"You have to rest properly. Because your body comes first."

"I kind of can't sleep well at night..."

"I'll bring you some good scented oil later. Burn it in your bedroom and it'll calm you down."

"Thank you......"

Tinasha nods and takes a bunch of documents placed on the table. And I started to sort it out and put it together.

Before becoming a witch, Tinasha was educated all the way to become king, but in the end the country perished before she took office.

But I think a lot since I became a witch if I didn't waste my knowledge. Sometimes it helps where you can't think of anything. Once since I was now a witch, I have done politics by helping a young king in a small country.

Truth is, she has represented the executive as Queen of Falsus, but she doesn't remember that. Tinasha begins to write down the main points of the finished paperwork on the new paper.

Aurelia opened her mouth looking at the appearance.

"Dear Tinasha..."

"What is it?

"Is blood all the king needs?

"No. We just need eyes that look at people, minds that think of the people, personalities that earn trust. I've never done it if I had the administrative or strategic ability, but my subordinates would do it if I had the eyes to see people without them. Isn't the emphasis on blood as much as Falsus right now? There's Acacia over there."

"Yes... right..."

Aurelia nods.

- I was generally expecting an answer, but when they actually said it, it was a pretty clear opinion, and it stained my chest.

She is a witch from a magical power who originally chose a king by force. No wonder you have this way of thinking.

Aurelia exhaled deeply.

Close your eyes and calm your spirit.

It's not blood that matters.

If I cannot offer it to my country, I will give it all in my place.

Let's focus on this so everyone can laugh.

Cursed alien. An unloved child.

But what is it?

I accept it.

Having met him is more blessed than anyone else.

Aurelia looked up and stared at the witch sitting next to her.

"Dear Tinasha, thank you for everything you've done"

"Huh!? I think I'm the one who said it."

Tomorrow this mother and child will leave Gandona. My daughter goes to her father, and my mother goes back to her own tower.

Aurelia smiled at Tinasha rounding her eyes.

"No, you've really helped me a lot like a mountain. Thank you."

"Thank you very much. There's so much to be thankful for. You can always tell me if you need anything."

Tinasha offers a bunch of paperwork that she's finished compiling. The queen received it.

"And then... I'm sorry Travis"

"Terrible. It helped me the best for him. Besides, I can't really like King Falsus, so I'm just glad."

Not many words.

But Aurelia laughs because she says it like a stubborn child.

- Maybe it's just for a while for witches such as five years.

But for the time being, it must have been worth it to do the same with her. Being talented in a different direction from the conspirator Travis, she was a good teacher at Aurelia. Instead of herself, she has been the target of the top demons, and she has broken it.

I feel like a friend like my sister. It's hard to break up with her, but from here the two paths will be separated again.

Aurelia heads to the paperwork when she returns to the queen's face.

Tinasha smiled when she saw it and gently left the room to stay out of the way.