Unnamed Memory

For the first time since birth, the day I left my mother's hand. Fistria, held up by her father and admitted to the castle, apparently had a rare first country, showing a slight interest in the spectacular view of the castle.

Successive subordinates and women gather to raise their admiration for the queen and the two faces of the melon.

Oscar, smiling at such a reaction, told his cuddled daughter.

"Let's go to your room and then introduce you to your grandparents.... I also have a brother"

"Yeah...... not, yes"

I adore how my mother has said something to me and tries to make it happen. Fistria, who seemed a little anxious among all the people she didn't know, waved when she found Renate in the hedge. People gush at the adorable trick.

Renate at the time lowered her head smiling. Sylvia, who was nearby, rounds her eyes.

"You're a really small Tinasha!

"I guess the color of my hair is a little different"

"Ah, I look forward to wearing your dress! I wonder what color would suit you."

"... so much so"

Fistria, brought to the back of the castle, was passed into a room prepared on a white tone and cheered.

From the large window you can see the high walls and the sky beyond them. On a desk made of white stone, everything from books of various disciplines to a little drawings that the Falsus royalty could repair, was placed in a proper line. It is called a bedside with a canopy, it is called a bookshelf on one side of the wall, it also lived alongside nobility in Gandona, but it is a fairly large room compared to it.

Fistria, intrigued and looking around, noticed the big door in the back and pointed.

"Father, what's this?

"Oh, that leads to the room Tinasha was using. Let's keep it open. But there's a lot of magic equipment, so be careful, all right? Don't touch too much."

"Yes!"

When Oscar unlocked it, Fistria ran into the next room to roll. Shortly after that, I stop my leg.

In addition to the bookshelves on one side of the wall, as in the neighboring rooms, numerous magic fixtures are stacked. But above all, it caught my eye - pure white bridesmaid's clothing and long vale dressed in the mannequin in the corner of the room.

The garment, which is enchanted with anti-degradation magic, has not faded slightly after ten years.

Fistria stared at the bride's white with her coveted clogged eyes.

"... hey father, why did my mother break up with my father?

".................. not broken up.... maybe."

With his shoulders slightly dropped on the frank child's cruelty, Oscar had a blurred view of the Spirit drawing a transfer formation in one corner of the room.

"Is it true that the witch was alive?

To the old man's question, the magician who brought the report rubbed his forehead against the ground. Answer with a trembling voice.

"Ho, it seems true...... my daughter entered the castle today in Farsas"

"You have a daughter...! The son of King Falsus?

"That's right. Apparently, five years ago, he was already dressed..."

Hearing that, the old man changed his complexion to humiliation. Wrinkled hands make fists shaking.

"That's how easily you eroded the witch...! I didn't know you couldn't sacrifice a" hole "and kill it, even though it was a great opportunity!

The magician could not hide his fears in the waves of magic that perverted the precipitated air.

"But my daughter seems to have quite a bit of magic again... she's still young and immature, and I was wondering if it's possible to sacrifice her daughter instead of a witch"

Slight silence.

The magician silently withstood the pressure on his crawling back.

I begin to hear the sneaky laughter of a slightly older man.

"... right. Funny. You can't fail this time. - Let's make a hole in this world of deception."

A laugh that sluts into power.

After five years of the moon, the time was approaching when the black oxen seeped out onto the surface again.

Long time no see back tower. I found a transfer formation in the corner of that room, and the witch smiled.

When you step in, the metastasis is activated. That's what Cal drew from the other side. Close to confirm, the permit is only two-way to Fistria.

She looked around when she placed the book she had brought on the table with no dust.

"Litra! Are you there?

"Here..."

A demon kneels at his husband's feet. Looking down at a young child of unknown gender, the witch glanced a little farther.

"We've been looking forward to your return. I hear you have begotten a lady. Congratulations."

"I'll introduce you next time. I'm in Falsus."

The king will be delighted.

"You mean that guy?

Tinasha scratched her head.

I just don't have my own memories, and perhaps Litra knows about her old self and Oscar. Maybe I can't help calling him king, but I don't know how to get back to him.

Litra remains faceless to her husband, who has remained perplexed and silent.

"What's wrong?

"No, thanks...... the guy is frigid and not sure"

"But five years ago, when the master disappeared, he cried."

"... Huh?

"We have all the ingredients and such. Please tell me if you have anything you need."

"Oh, yeah......"

"Do you open the door?

"Right... Shall I open it? Please."

"Yes, sir."

The user demon disappears. I guess I went to open the door on the ground floor. Whether the challenger comes as soon as he opens it, it's still a distraction.

But Tinasha was above all distracted by what Litra had heard earlier.

- I don't believe that guy crying or anything. I can't imagine.

What was he like to him?

And what was he to himself?

It's not like I want my lost memories back.

But at this time I was just a little concerned, and the witch had a slight sentiment.

Tinasha started tilting her drink cup with a chair by the window as it took until evening to inspect the tower's magic fixtures. It's not too strong, so it's like a cat licking water, but still, the more hours it takes, the better it comes around.

Seeing the sprawling night wilderness, she tasted a blurry, soundless time.

- I feel like it's been a long time since I've had one night.

It's also uncomfortable for her to feel a long time in just five years, or maybe fifty years of lost memories are affecting her.

Nothing. It's not even an eternal goodbye to my daughter. You can see him anytime, or rather, it would be dangerous if Tinasha didn't teach him magical control. It seems that Falsus has a magician who is the daughter of a witch and the grandmother of Fistria, but no matter how powerful the magician, Fistria is a spiritual magician. Much different. Tinasha, the same spiritualist, never taught.

So we'll probably see each other more often.

Just still, Tinasha couldn't stop smiling bitterly that the loneliness she'd forgotten for five years was back again.

She pours red wine into an empty cup.

"Master, there's a challenger here"

"Morning! I wish I could come from noon..."

Do you like unplanned objects when you start climbing towers at night?

Which way would you disqualify, you would fly all over the continent. You should at least wait for the morning and fly him.

Tinasha, who was so worried, would soon find out that it was useless.

She was drunk and looked out the window, and after enough, she was accidentally called by name to look back.

"Huh?"

"We're here to see you, huh?

I see a man there laughing with pleasure and accidentally drop a cup.

"Hey, why... wasn't the setup working?

"It was moving. It's been a long time since I've climbed here but it's been a good exercise"

…………

I don't want the tower to be used for exercise to sort out the achievers. The witch almost had a headache and held her head down.

"So, I want to be an achiever..."

"There is!?

"I've climbed a regular climb."

That's true, but I feel something too light to fall into my heart.

Tinasha looked so disgusted that there was no more.

"What. Say it."

"Make me dinner."

"Why me!

"Then you can let me touch you, okay?

"Making dinner"

Oscar dropped off the witch as she answered instantly and headed to the kitchen, wailing her throat and laughing. I'm also free to just wait, so I look behind her from the kitchen entrance.

"What about Fistria?

"I've already slept. Looks like I'm tired because it's my first day. You've been a good boy."

"Right...... thanks"

- I used to get cooked in the tower a lot. It was still before she became queen.

Ten years old memories overlap on her back as she finishes her dishes with familiar hands.

The aroma of an appetizing spice. One dish after another, Oscar helps carry it to the table.

Thirty minutes later the two of them were in their seats opposite each other.

"Damn... there's no one else who's made me cook."

"I like what you make a lot. It's all I don't see in Falsus."

"The basics are home cooking in Trudar."

Tinasha pours alcohol for the man as well. Oscar looked surprised as he received it.

"Do you drink too? Unusual."

"I can't do this without a drink."

Oscar just laughed at the direct irony. He looks around the cluttered tower room.

"It's been five years since I've been here"

A casual whine.

Tinasha, however, was stuck in words remembering what Litra had told him earlier. Shut up and carry the dish to your mouth as if you didn't hear it.

Oscar was in a mood all the time, staring at her from time to time.

A time that seems cozy, that makes you feel uncomfortable. Tinasha returned to her room as she finished her meal and cleaned out the dishes.

The man is looking down at the transfer formation in the corner.

"Rewrite this so I can get through, too."

"Absolutely not!

"Hmm. Well, come climb up from the bottom again."

"Are you going to come back... it's pretty hard to put it back together"

And will I be asked to do something as an accomplisher every time? It worries me if I should seriously rewrite.

Tinasha, however, shelved the issue for now.

I'm confused about how drunk you are. It wouldn't be a good idea to decide something at a time like this.

The man stares at her with a loving eye. That was kind of unsettling and she turned a blind eye.

Oscar laughs at his unspoken attitude.

"It's hard to make a first impression."

"Of course."

"I've had a lot of trouble getting you married."

"It's a water bubble now."

"Not really. If you forget, the five years we lived together won't go away, and I remember."

Tinasha had a slight chest ache in her blue eyes nostalgic for the past.

- I didn't want to forget. I have no regrets, but there was nothing I could do.

But Oscar smiled when he noticed Tinasha's expression.

"You don't have to remind me otherwise. You're right here, and all you have to do is duplicate your time again."

"Why don't you take care of what you have now rather than turn around the woman who hates you? I can't believe we started again... it'll just be a hassle..."

An impenetrable perplexity seeps into a beautiful voice.

Oscar raised a single eyebrow at his wife's words. A slight surprise quickly turns into a confident grin. He whispered as he walked over to just beside Tinasha, which was nestled at the window.

"I'm a person who doesn't find life a hassle. That's what you are to me."

Dark eyes shake. Reaching and touching her white, smooth cheeks, she narrowed her eyes just a little. Hidden with bright blood, the skin feels definite warmth.

"... you finally let me touch you"

"It must be because the booze is spinning"

"Then I'll bring the liquor next."

- Is this man going to climb the tower with a liquor bottle?

Tinasha was frightened and could not say anything, but that much is likely to be done.

I feel dizzy.

I don't know if that's because of drunkenness or more unspoken emotions.

The question that I thought was never good enough for my mouth fell zero with my lips on it.

"Why me?"

Oscar grinned bitterly at his confused, but glossy voice. Caress the woman's cheeks slowly.

"I'm attracted to your lost way of life and perseverance. The strength without a hanging, the weakness I want to reach for. There's too much to tell you what you like, right? I want to touch it and make it up to you. I don't want to make you feel sad.... I want you to laugh more all the time"

In the end, Tinasha just stares at the man who laughs, though he just pisses me off now.

If his memory returns, will he be happier than he is now?

He doesn't blame me for not having memories. I'm not discouraged. I just wanted to make sure she was safe and happy that my daughter existed.

I don't show negativity to people. I won't commission it. It all stands for itself.

- I think he's a strong person.

Is he supported by someone now?

Or can one be strong?

If his wife in Falsus supports him, and if he can stand alone again, which way he doesn't need to go. Yes, Tinasha thinks.

It's not like a newborn Fistria. I am a witch who has passed through eternity. My hands are painted with blood and my fear is wrapped around me like an inseparable shadow.

A man like that should not stand next to a king. Once your hands are let go, you just have to fall as-is.

Tinasha closes her dark eyes as she looks up at the man.

Healed, thin solitude, now I was strangely in love.

Oscar looked down at the woman with both eyes closed with fever with a scorching eye.

Wife who did come back. Its presence is now within reach.

In the two months since we reunited, we have been gradually trying to de-alert, but are we at a reduced distance to fulfill it?

When you look defenseless like you used to, you want to try that.

Expect it, I want it.

Oscar, who looked at her to mouth on the cheek opposite of what she was touching, but noticed behind her, a trembling feather-like sound from the corner of the room, raised her face.

Seeing it, over the transfer line, stands the girl who pulled the plush toy of the dragon. The girl glanced around at a strange place, putting the two in sight. Make a big stretch.

"Mother... I woke up..."

"Fistria"

Tinasha turned her heel back when it became her mother's face. I crouch and hug my daughter rubbing my eyes.

"Then let's sleep together here today. You can go back to the castle tomorrow.... Isn't that nice?

The last question is for Oscar. He nods to his natural request.

Tinasha showed Oscar it by pointing her finger as she chanted something toward the transfer formation.

"I only rewrote it now, so I hope you use this to go home"

"Oh, bad"

Good night, Father.

Apparently Fistria didn't question otherwise that there was an Oscar, waving those who didn't have a dragon. The father smiled bitterly and gave it back.

That's how Oscar drops off his wife, who disappears into her bedroom.

A little bit, but now that I can stay like this, maybe this is happiness again.