Unnamed Memory

"Fistria, not there. Look closely at the previous series."

At the point of her mother, the girl painstakingly reassembles the composition. With a smile on his face, Oscar stared as he spread the paperwork on the table.

A witch, the Lord of the Tower, looks back at him disgustingly.

"Come on, back to Castle. Don't work here."

"I'll be home in an hour. Now it's time for a break."

"Then don't bring the paperwork..."

The witch serves him tea even though she tells him to be shuddered. Oscar stretched when he put his mouth on it.

In one of Crucia's cases, I asked her once, "Have you been somewhere? I heard," she just said white, "I went sightseeing". I have no idea what way to tourism the fort will collapse or be attacked by another country. Crucia then managed to push back the three countries that had attacked him, and the king apparently demobilized as well, but he seemed to have taken considerable pains, such as rebuilding the fort.

When Oscar gives up any further pursuits, he is immersed in the tower as if nothing had happened.

Tinasha seemed rather stunned by how such a man looked.

The two daughters look strangely at their parents, who never seem to get along. And I turned the same question to my mother as I once did to my father.

"Hey, Mother, why did you break up with Father?

"Because it's sticky."

"Hey."

Fistria asked further, unaware that his father had pinched his mouth.

"What the fuck?

"I mean persistent. So you're giving up badly."

"But, Mother, I told you not to give up immediately."

"Yes. It's a good thing you don't give up, right? But it depends on the time and the circumstances. Any virtue can't identify the situation, and after degrees, it's a drawback."

"Hey......"

Ignore Oscar's voice and the lecture can go on.

"What matters is judgment. And it's about not thinking of yourself as absolute. You should behave after thinking about what time and where you are now, what people other than yourself think you are in. Don't be like your father. Do you understand?

"Okay!

…………

Shown as a bad example, the king drops his shoulder disappointingly. And I said, "Dad, don't be so quick!," he said. So much so that I wonder if she is doing it deliberately.

When I stopped sticking, he argued in his heart that he would really break up with the wings, and he rounded up the paperwork he didn't need and hit Tinasha in the head.

When Fistria returned to the castle for another lecture, there were only two of them in the tower. Oscar invites to Tinasha, who just says, "You go home, too".

"Come, come."

"Say no."

"Tinasha, the year is coming up next month."

"Sounds like it."

"Why don't we go back to Falsus?

"I'm not going back."

An irreplaceable question.

Even if I know the answer, they say it's sticky. Is that why they ask?

But I still want to hear it. I'm hoping that one day I'll get a different reply.

Oscar walked over when he stood up to a witch who was not trying to get close at all to him instead of stopping by. Tinasha tries to lag behind when she is quickly packed with the distance she expected. He grabbed the hand.

"What..."

I hold it in my arms without allowing the witch to refute it. Oscar turned his arms around to envelop his luxurious body.

"Get off me! Here!

"I don't like it. Let me touch it."

When he buried his face in his pitch-black hair by holding down a bumpy, rumbling witch, he smelled like a pale flower.

Nostalgic aroma.

That fills the lungs loosely enough to make you wonder if there was actually any such thing as five years away.

relief and happiness. But it's a temporary fantasy. She keeps trying to escape in her arms. They just don't use magic, maybe they eased it somewhat.

White earlobes. Smooth neck. Thin hips that are likely to break if you attract them. Is supple limb and soul something you can't get anymore no matter how close you are?

He looks down on his beloved woman with loneliness. It wasn't a big intent. I just wanted to see beautiful skin and mouth it. Oscar let Tinasha's left ear touch his lips as he bent his torso. Gently stand your teeth and smooth your mouth straight to your neck muscles.

My body in my arms trembled. I stroke my legs with my hands I turned to my hips. He had a small head that was losing its power, a light that seemed to shake his dark eyes as he captured its jaw and turned it upwards.

The look he knows well, he's the only one who knows.

stirred in its eyes. Close your face trying to touch your lips.

The witch flaunts her face so that she can indulge in something for a moment. The next moment, she was jumping back, kicking Oscar's knee as she wished.

"Oh, you..."

"I told you not to touch it!

Even her lightweight kick just hurts a little. When Oscar checked his kicked knee and looked at Tinasha, she was so red in the white face that there was no more.

- It makes me want to be kind of asexually mean. Oscar gave people a bad grin.

"You, don't you have a body memory?

It was in the blink of an eye that the dark circled.

Soon the face will stain with anger. Tinasha put forward her hands crossed.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!

The configuration lights up. The voice of restraint is also unlikely to make it.

Oscar pulled out Acacia with a bitter smile.

"Blow it up!"

The released configuration spreads instantly.

A tremendous amount of magic ran around every corner of it.

Oscar slips Acacia to the point of composition as he steps in.

Configuration that begins to disperse. But the immense magic will not disappear even if the need is dispersed.

Oscar was being bounced outside the tower when he finally heard an ear-busting explosion.

"Nark!!

A small dragon appears in response to my husband's call. Nark swirled slowly as he picked up his husband on his back as he quickly changed his size. As the Oscars look back at the tower as they get in shape, the top floor is half blown away.

"Come on... you're killing me too much to make fun of"

A direct hit escaped by Acacia, but he was thrown out into the sky in a blast. I almost died. It's a blast until it's completely horrible.

He caught a glimpse of the witch, but he doesn't seem to be willing to come after him. I looked up at the clear sky again and shrugged my shoulders.

"You've lost your paperwork... fly home because the weather is nice"

In response to her husband's life, Nark begins to fly to Falsus Castle Capital.

At this distance you will be able to reach the castle at the end of your break. Oscar looked back and laughed at the tower that was going to get smaller.

"Will you come back at night because it's funny? I need to help clean up."

There is no one in the sky who can say "if you stop" to the king's mind.

So he goes home in a good mood. It was when I arrived over the castle capital that the expression became a dangerous one.

"Nark, stop for a second"

Oscar looks down at the capital with the dragon in the air.

A city that spreads radially around the castle. There he applied the report Tinasha wrote down five years ago, the scene of six murders.

- It's nicely circular. The centre is, of course, the castle.

For a moment, I felt like an illusion of my eyes or a black twist swayed at the six main points.

He blinks and embarks on another good look, but nothing.

When Oscar sighed in unidentified discomfort of who he was, he returned to the throne where he should be.

Tinasha was just pale when she realized she'd been cut and bounced the man into the sky.

I rushed to check outside, but he apparently left without difficulty. I realize I'm a disgusting man to make.

The witch called the demon to a sigh mix as she wrapped up her messy dark hair.

"Litra, bad. Fix the tower because it supplies magic..."

"You've done a lot of flashy work, Master"

"It really sucks. Why did you marry her?"

"Don't you know better yourself, Master?

Against the user demon who begins to use Tinasha's magic to repair the walls and floors, she herself glances at her face as she picks up and collects scattered books.

"I don't know because I don't remember. Suffer understanding."

"Really? You still seem to know that."

Flat liturgical words.

Tinasha couldn't deny it right away and put the book she picked up back on the shelf. Stop your hand trying to sort it beautifully.

- I'm attracted to him. That must be true.

But the enormous amount of time that has accumulated makes him reluctant to acknowledge it.

Or would something change if I could stand and see more honestly?

"Don't be so annoying..."

"If it dissipates, do it outside."

"Ugh..."

As Tinasha played her fingers, the scattered debris disappeared.

Use magic like hands and feet. Destroy with endless emotions. Not to people. Not to people. That's her.

"... it can't be undone now. I don't know what to do."

Litra's voice, returning to a pompous and zero grunt, sounded like she was laughing.

"Shouldn't that one let you? I'm sure you'll give it to me."

"............... it's anxiety"

When the witch closes her eyes to the wind blowing in, she turns her back in the direction of Falsus.

I didn't want to unconsciously look for him.

On the desk is a map of the castle capital of Farsas spread out.

The old magician was looking down at it and thinking.

- Five years ago, the plan was crushed by a witch.

All I can say is that they were still underestimating her power when they tried to sacrifice the witch. She broke the configuration she was building lightly...... and disappeared from the castle.

Now that I know she was already caged then, I feel more sorry for her past failures. I could have won if my kids were bigger in my stomach.

But instead, now the child is in the castle as a princess.

There are no witches. All we have to do is wait for the king's absence. Preparation still takes time.

The man commanded those who refrained from being around him.

"Let's make a move so we can move at any time. Oh...... if you take the same method as you did five years ago, you might be wary. Don't be discouraged. Blood in a way that won't be a case."

with the voice of acknowledgement. The plan speeds up the rolling speed.

They were convinced that now was a good time.

Later in the night, when Oscar came to visit again, Tinasha looked at him with a pitiful eye through a grudge. I sigh when I close the book I was reading.

"I don't know if he died of adhesion."

"I thought you had some cleanup manpower... but you're back to normal beautifully. Were you daydreaming for a second?

"It was blowing up properly. You can rest assured."

"I don't think anyone can be relieved to blow it off"

Oscar sat across from her when he told her that he had had dinner. That's how I stare into the dark eyes that condense the color of the night.

- - The distance between the two of us now is the distance that is likely to arrive and not reach across the table.

I just want to shrink that.

"Thank you. You've pissed me off on a regular basis and I'm not moving forward."

"We're moving on to death."

"When you're angry, you're about half cute."

"Isn't that what makes you more angry?

The chilling attitude does not appear to have a minute's gap. Am I still angry about the day?

To Oscar thinking about what to say and forgive, but she reached up unexpectedly.

"Go for a walk. Coming?"

"Go"

"Then Naak, lend it to me."

To the woman's hope, he grins and nods.

As the blue and white moon glowed, the two left the tower aboard the dragon.

That's how we slowly move northwest.

There's nothing under my eyes. It's a wilderness. But Tinasha, of course, knew what was ahead, and so did Oscar.

The temperature gradually cools down. Eventually the two descended on its ruins, much north of the castle capital of Falsus.

The moonlight is illuminating the ruins of a dying cathedral, creating a dark shadow. Tinasha, walking in it, climbed the stairs and stopped in front of the altar. Oscar stops at the back.

She reached for the altar and gently stroked its surface, the last queen of a country that was no longer there.

It's limp and cold and dusty there.

"Once upon a time, I died here"

A girl torn in the stomach as a ritual sacrifice.

She did get killed then. But dead, she became a witch, and the country perished instead.

Close your eyes and you will still revive the despair of that time. That thought has kept her alive until now.

"I wished to free the souls of the people. He wants to put you back in the original world. When a man dies, he returns to the world, and becomes part of it. That's what I wanted to do. - I've been desperate to live. Sometimes I almost gave up. But I... I guess I did it, didn't I?

"... oh. Well done. It was fine."

"Right...... but that I died five years ago too. I don't know if I accepted the end in peace. I must be... like a ghost right now. Lose sight of the world to the earliest paranoia. Not connected to the past, not to the future"

Pale words.

But there was as much emptiness there as it spread in this wilderness.

I have no memory of accomplishing my grief, or of loving him. There's nowhere better than nothing.

Oscar reached out to the rear of a woman who was going to disappear with her if the moon hid in the clouds. Gently embrace her body. Tinasha did not resist. Whisper in that ear.

"No one is connected to the future. Besides, you'd have Fistria, wouldn't you? Of course I am."

"Something extra."

"Shut up and listen, Exploding Ball. You did it right. Whether I remember it or not, I'm done. Don't worry about it. You don't have to get lost. You have the right to look forward."

Like the love whispered before going to bed, the words appeased Tinasha wonderfully.

Cold body. But the part of you touching a man is warm.

Tinasha smiles bitterly.

"Was I able to love you more properly before?

"I don't know if it's right, but you've got me loving you"

"But I can't do it like that right now... I don't know"

To his self-derisive words, Oscar peered into her from above.

I look up at him like my dark eyes are in trouble.

She came all the way here, and she can't figure out how she got to abandon her peppers and love them.

I keep thinking I don't need strong emotions or anything. He said that he who is not a person should not interact with people.

So right now, I'm not sure I can love you when you tell me it's over. I don't know how to love you.

Unlike Fistria, who was born separately. He's another person who's had a different time when he was born.

Tinasha tilted her neck like she was lost and laughed.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you your wife back."

"I'm here now"

"I'm not."

"It's not."

Oscar responded instantly. I can put my strength into my arms holding her.

"I love you before. And naturally you are now too. You don't have to remind me. There's no point in regretting the difference. You just have to lay it on as you like. I'm having a lot of fun, aren't I?

"Weird guy."

A giggle rolling the bell sounds in the night sky as it creaks.

Oscar accidentally fell in love with a smile without a drop of turbidity.

She looks back in the man's arms as she twists herself. I stretched my white arms out to his cheek.

"You're giving me what I want?

"I'll give you anything. I'll do what you want."

Witches float slowly. I turned my arms around the man's neck and looked at him.

Allow the red lips to touch gently.

Mouth like a girl does.

She smiled with a crying face when she let go of her face.

"It's a lie that your body remembers. Because I'm so nervous."

"So much so that you're about to blow me away?

The two laugh face-to-face.

While we do lean on each other to make sure we're here.

By the time I got back to the tower, the day had already changed.

It's been a long time since you've been tired of flying all over the place, and Nark is round on the table.

Oscar asked, stroking his dragon.

"Can I stay?

"There's no way. Go home quickly."

Oscar laughs bitterly at the instant answer. But it won't be my fault that the voice sounds softer than before.

She doesn't hate it when you take her hand and pull it in. They just look back with dark eyes like cats.

That look hasn't changed at all since we met. Tilt his neck and mouth, perhaps unconscious, but sweet light dwells there.

"Don't look at me like that. Makes me want to hang on."

"What eyes!

She shuddered again as she dropped her lips on her eyelids instead of answering.

There were eternal times he didn't know.

And the honeymoon she doesn't know.

Memories decay, people die, regenerate.

But if we lose everything, if we start over, if we can't get the same thing back.

They should know it's not despair.