Unnamed Memory

The omen appears.

Is that something that emerges from an unlikely memory? Or a warning from the past that did happen.

Under the moon, a woman stands.

Long dark hair, white magnetic beauty, his only witch. She looks up to the moon with a worrying side.

I wasn't far away, but for some reason I thought it was "far away". He opens his mouth trying to speak to a witch who doesn't seem to realize himself, but doesn't speak. I can't even move my legs.

He reaches out. Knowing that I can't reach the bottom of it.

- This is a dream.

Someone whispers so.

Yes, it's a dream. She's dead. It has been lost.

No. Alive. I'm back.

She's not here. If you wake up, you're alone.

Just stay away. Alive.

He's dead.

I'm not going back.

It's a lie.

It's a dream.

It's all a dream.

A black jade is born.

It erodes the edge of vision, it slowly erodes the world and holes out.

She doesn't notice. I'm still looking up at the moon.

He reaches out.

We have to hurry.

Now it's time to protect it.

We can't start over.

Because I broke it.

I'm not going back.

He's dead.

"No!"

I have a voice. A woman turns around. The swift cover of the world.

In his awakening consciousness, Oscar finally realized that the woman was not his wife.

"Sire?"

To his surprised voice, he looks up.

The place is a familiar office. Lazar is looking back at him with a worried face.

- Did you even fall asleep?

Oscar took a deep sigh as he sat back in his chair.

I don't think I've dreamed of Tinasha in a long time. A dream I've always had since she disappeared. I remembered that dream that I hadn't had to have for a while after I reunited, and Oscar waved for the first time.

She is... alive.

It's not a dream. No doubt about it.

"What about the kids?

"Master Fistria went to study at the tower. I was wondering if Will was napping."

"Right."

Oscar was relieved to hear the answer.

I'm fine. She sure is. You don't have to be confused.

He takes the pen and the paperwork. The year is coming soon. We must prepare for the New Year. In a busy day at no time, he still made time to go see Tinasha.

Your relationship with her is getting a lot better, you can say. At least it was far from when we were developing into a killing each other. It doesn't piss me off whether I touch it or mouth it. He laughs sometimes. Ten years ago, I feel as much as I did before I became a lover, but I managed to wipe the impression that I had entered the land when I was reunited.

And then I want you to go back to the castle as my queen. It's easy to hope for, but when you think of that hope, which is still going to take time to materialize, Oscar confirmed the clock.

If you hurry to process it, you can go to the tower at night.

So again, let's ask her if she's coming back to New Year's ritual.

Even if they say no, I don't think it's a futile question.

Stack them up and I feel like one day she's really going to arrive.

I wish Fistria had made it while she was lecturing her mother, but it was already evening by the time his work was done.

Oscar hangs out with his two kids for an early dinner, and when he plays a little, he heads to the tower. If anything happens even if you're away from the castle, the Fistrian Spirit will contact you, and then Tinasha will open the gate for you. It's a long way off, but for him, the tower is no different from Tinasha's private room.

- But that day was different.

Even with the transfer formations that go out to the ground floor, as usual, the boundaries stretched through the tower remain intact. The voice of the demon who manages the tower echoed in his ear, which is surprising.

"I'm sorry. There was a challenger, and he couldn't cut the trick."

"The challenger? It's rare at this hour."

Well, I don't know what to do, Oscar looks around.

Of course he can climb to the top if he has enough, but having a challenger ahead means the floors are falling out everywhere. Normally even if you start climbing, you'll get stuck along the way. Besides, even if the challenger fails, the trick doesn't come right back. The witch complained to him that it was hard to set him up again.

Let's go outside once and climb up the outer wall with a narc... when I thought about it, in the center of the wide ground floor, a falling man appeared.

It must have been disqualified and forwarded somewhere. I hold a sword in my hand. Walking over to the man who seemed to be fainting, Oscar realized that he looked familiar to him. I'll crouch down and lie on my back.

"This guy..."

You must look familiar. He is a noble man who was approaching Tinasha at the Royal Palace in Gandona.

Personal grievances win and I want to step on them. But at that time, the witch moved next door, so the thought was not transferred to execution.

She smiles bitterly when she sees Oscar.

"Were you keeping me waiting?

"No, I just got here. Is this disqualified?

"Yes...... what a Johag!? What are you doing here..."

Tinasha knelt beside him as she rounded her eyes to a man of old knowledge. Reach out and touch the man's cheek.

Oscar pulled Tinasha's shoulder uncomfortably, as he intimately called his opponent's name and worried. I hold it up like a child as it is.

Tinasha turned her eyes round.

"What the hell?"

Oscar answered her surprise with nothing and mouthed that he would pull his little head together with one hand.

The warmth that the spirit is about to melt. When she let go of her face, she smiles glossy.

"What?"

"You fly with memories, don't you?

"I usually do, but I don't know him at all. Maybe I have business to do, so I'll wake you up."

"It's no business anyway."

"Don't make up your mind. What if something happens to you?"

"You don't have to ask."

Tinasha glanced at the stubborn man sometime.

He has persistence, but it's basically only against her or her daughter, and this kind of stubbornness towards others is rare.

Tinasha went back next to Johag on a short distance transfer because he tried to get down to the floor but wouldn't let me go.

"It's my tower. I decide what to do with the visitors."

"... right"

Tinasha knelt in his swordswallowing eyes, mindfully, but not to look at Oscar, pouring his magic and waking up a Johag. Peek into its eyes, which opens snugly.

"Are you all right? There shouldn't be any injuries."

"... Tinasha...?

Johag found the woman in her unclear sight and raised her trembling hand. Touch her hair. He whispered as he squeezed his soft dark hair into the straw.

"Is it really you...?

"That's right. I came all this way... stunned."

"I really miss you...... sorry"

That's what he says, he mouths the brunette with a clench. My eyes almost dazzled by the scent of pale flowers.

But the happiness of being reunited by her beloved woman was momentary, and Johag was stiffened with a sword in front of her.

Tinasha screams a little.

"What are you doing? You!

"Look, it's not a lot of business"

"I haven't heard it till the end yet!

"You've just heard of it"

King Farsas, with Acarsia on him, said away, staring at the man on the floor, not the witch.

"I'll tell you because I don't seem to be punishing you. This is my Lady. Don't touch me. Don't call me cheerful. You can cut it into little pieces, okay?

Johag shrugged himself to intimidation, which he could clearly see to be serious.

I know that she was Queen of Falsus. But I don't remember. She didn't go back to Falsus. That's why I couldn't give up. I thought if I only met him again, I would figure it out - but that expectation was to be crushed even brittle.

Did you convince Johag to snort pale, Oscar pulls Acacia.

But there, the voice of the angry pregnant woman was slapped.

"What are you going to do! You're rude to my guests!

"This is the one who's losing his thanks. I tried to get my hands on someone else's wife."

"I'm yours...!

I don't know for sure why she stopped trying to say she wasn't the Queen. But I felt like I didn't want to tell you, like I shouldn't.

But Oscar seemed to know immediately what was supposed to go on there. Blue eyes stain the color of anger. In return, Tinasha could not hide the colour of atrophy.

He grabs Tinasha's arm when he reaches out to the left of the sky while pulling out Acacia. I ordered Naak on my shoulder to stay on that back.

"Litra, leave the man alone"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Hey!"

I don't know why I take Oscar's life, not mine. But even while she's in motion, Nark rises and climbs up the tower blowout.

"Keh, the junction!

Invisible junction to inhibit those who try to climb by such means. Tinasha hastily tries to solve the blowout.

But earlier, Oscar broke the line when he flashed Acacia.

The dragon rises loosely and unloads the two in front of the top floor door. When Oscar entered the room trying to pull Tinasha together, he finally behaved Acacia.

Tinasha protests against a man who is the father of a child.

"What are you doing! There's more to rambling!

"I don't want you rambling me."

The usual light mouth also felt like it contained something horrible behind the skin membrane.

- I'm scared.

That's what she thinks, in memory, since she became a witch.

Oscar captured her jaw trying to fall back unconsciously.

"What have you been doing for five years?

"What... you know. I grew Fistria in Gandona."

"How many of those guys were there in the meantime? Did anyone like him?

Straight forward.

Tinasha turned her eyes round when she finally understood why the man was angry.

"Oh, you idiot! Do you have time for that?

"I don't know that. I thought you were dead."

"You won't have a choice. Normally I think so."

"There's no way"

Oscar sighed when he let go of his hand. Go straight to the window and sit on the box that was nearby.

Her eyes staring at her with the moonlight on her back were dark and gloomy.

"I thought I didn't have you, so I tried to fill that hole. Even though you were alive. Turns out I abandoned you twice... didn't take that hand"

"If you're a king, you deserve it, don't you? You did what you had to do."

"But you hated me. Naturally. I can't help being told to lower every side."

I didn't say that, and Tinasha shut up.

I've never seen him so depressed. I guess I couldn't put it on the table in front of my subordinates or Stasia, even if I thought so.

Tinasha knew for the first time at this time why he always apologized when he had just been reunited.

"I'm sorry, Tinasha. I don't think you should apologize..."

"You're sorry."

A shuddered voice.

Witches put on arms and stare at men.

"Don't regret anything! Something good would have happened. I hope we get to see each other again after all!

"I wouldn't feel good if I did that..."

"You know what! If you're going to accept me now, accept the choices you've made! It's depressing, young man!

Oscar blinks blue eyes.

It's true that the difference in years is enormous, but I've never been scolded like that. Suddenly, the next thing I know, I laugh.

The witch saw it with a disgusting face. When I come before him, I pound my shoulder.

"Damn, you have something like a child. You're a father, so be decent."

"Right...... bad"

"I'm apologizing again."

Oscar drew his wife's body. I stand on my knees in the box and I carry her in. He whispered as he mouthed to his white ear.

"Was there another man who seemed to make me a father?

"It's really sticky... I don't know because I wasn't interested"

"You're still blunt."

…………

"But this is how I can touch you now"

Emotional words.

Maybe that's redemption.

Tinasha closed her eyes in her arms embracing herself to touch the broken object.

"Oscar......"

A feverish whisper is horribly seductive.

The man gently stroked her head as he put his strength into his arms for a moment.

"It's been five years since you've been called a name. What, you think you're going back to the castle?

"Doesn't"

Come on, you're hurting me.

"Liar."

Decided short, Oscar chuckles with a throat. Tinasha, with her dark eyes open, smiled bitterly as she turned to the man.

"But I don't have to ask you anything else. I just want to return what you give me. I'm pretty happy, so don't worry about it anymore.... Thank you for bringing Fistria to life"

That is undoubtedly my word as a mother as a wife.

For her, who lost her memory and was thrown out to the end of solitude, Oscar can't measure how much her daughter's presence supported her.

But when I saw my loved and raised daughter, I felt like I could tell just a little bit about it.

And from now on, I want to share the time myself. I love you and I want to protect you.

Oscar stood up as he held Tinasha up. Lift your lips up at her glaring eyes and make her laugh.

"Shall I stain myself for now, then? That I'm the only one your husband has. I'll teach you not to listen to a man like that."

".................. eh"

I have no objection.

She once told me she wouldn't change her mind until she died.

So sweeten to the word and get a rare being.

He carries a light wax like no weight onto the sleeping table to handle vitreous work. When I narrowed my eyes and saw the pitch-black hair spread over the white cloth, I looked over her.

- Maybe, I've known for a long time.

Tinasha closed her dark eyes.

I knew what he was to me long before I remembered.

But I can't remember that. Only slight remnants whisper.

If you mouth it deep, you will be deprived of your strength.

Heaven and earth disappear and close their eyes in dizziness.

I don't know if I can give it or not.

The warmth gradually turns into heat.

A man softly shakes her hand from the top of it as she almost cries and grips the cloth.

Or maybe this was about sharing.

Oscar sighed as he looked down at the woman pushing her sweet voice to death.

Your supple limbs tremble as you stretch your fingers and stroke them.

Distracted by inferiority. But the fever that burns the spirit is just another fragment. What I want to get is more to overlap. The man whispers as he slides his palm flat against his revealing white body.

"I love you"

The darkness swayed with enthusiasm looked up at him.

I'm about to drown just looking back into that eye. Tied from the core.

Oscar shrugged with his hot breath.

"You're the only one driving me crazy."

Tinasha opened her mouth trying to answer something, but she was speechless.

From the red lips a whisper is drawn instead, which further stirs a man's desire. Oscar let down his mouth on his wavy body to invite him.

The witch turns her thin arm to his back.

The deep dark color glowed in the moonlight for a moment.

Down in those eyes, in the night.

Layer your skin to connect missing fragments together, enveloping an insurmountable soul.

But no matter how much you love, touch and seek, the distance will never be zero.

Despair is pain and sweetness, turning slowly while changing the colours that reflect.

Whether it's just two heterogeneous people in the world or even now that they've gotten there, they easily lose one wing and wander in disillusionment.

- Sounds like my memory was cut off at some point.

Oscar wakes his body up on the sleeping table.

It's still dim outside. I should have seen my wife sleeping next door until earlier, but did she even fall asleep?

I can't breathe.

Almost touching his throat, he realizes he's wearing clothes even though he doesn't remember wearing them.

Did Tinasha put it on? I thought so and looked to the side and there was no one there.

It flashes for a moment.

Will she be gone before the sun rises, when she is not well asleep?

Five years ago, the morning I lost her comes back to life.

No. Did she really live and come back in the first place? Weren't you just dreaming like you always do? Didn't you really just come to the tower looking for Tinasha to sleep here and be forgiven by her in your dreams?

Fear springs up twitching.

Loss of confidence.

I don't know if what's been going on is true. I had so many similar dreams that I couldn't tell.

"Tinasha!"

I have no voice to answer.

He leaves the room as he goes down the sleeping table. No one. There's nothing on the table.

Oscar turned back on his heel and headed for another door. Open there and open the back door even further.

Large windows. Baths occupying the majority of the large indoors.

In it she stood with her back turned white with her hips soaked in hot water. I just look back at my neck with my dark hair raised with both hands.

"What, are you awake?

A slightly lit smile. But she immediately turned her dark eyes round.

When Oscar stepped into the tub at the speed at which he was walking, and came to her, he held her tight as he tried to hold her in.

"Hey! Keep your clothes on!

"... good..."

Tinasha tilted her neck to a wholeheartedly reassuring groan. Gently turn your hands on the man's back and slap him gently.

"What's up? Did you even have a bad dream?

"I didn't have you when I woke up. Even though I don't wake up all the time."

"Sometimes it's good to wake up!

Tinasha turned bright red and argued, but Oscar did not loosen the power to hold her. Break it with a voice that even seems to be trembling.

"For five years, I've always had these dreams. A dream where you are. But I don't have to wake up. When I wake up in the morning, I'll look for you. And I finally remember reality."

The witch was stuck in words by accident.

I wonder how desperate he had the morning to begin while she lost her memory and lived with her two daughters.

Every day I lived as a king with an indelible regret and pushed it to death. If at the end of her slowly wearing spirit she finally suspected that she was still a dream.

Tinasha held the man back hard.

"I'm sorry. But I'm right here. Don't worry about it."

"Oh......"

"I left it because I slept a lot. Be careful next time."

"No... I'm fine now. Sorry."

Oscar looked up. I look down at my wife and smile.

She gave a loving soft smile. On that forehead he mouths and utters doubts.

"You put your clothes on?

"Yes. I used to sleep, so I was wondering if I could get dressed for the metastasis. I've experimented with everything."

…………

"It was pretty funny. But I don't know where to use it."

"... I guess so"

Loosen his arm holding a luxurious limb, Oscar looks down at his wife's body. There were marks all over his white skin that he put on. I smile bitterly.

"You're well awake. I thought it was crushed for about half a day."

"Somehow I woke up. But it hurts so bad... it hurts everywhere."

"I used to be more subdued, but I couldn't control myself. Bad."

"............... right"

Tinasha slipped through the man's arm when she had trouble answering that. Take the cloth that was floating nearby and hide your body.

"I'll dry your clothes later. It looks like I'm the one who put it on."

"Oh, either way. I'll be home soon."

"It would be suspicious if you went home wet..."

Oscar caught the woman's hand trying to get out of the tub, telling her to look stunned.

Half-hidden hips in the water, moles like a child's bill underneath. It's a mole she once followed when she helped Oscar. Touching there remembering the old days, Tinasha jumped up.

"What are you doing! Tickle!"

"No, there's a mole here."

"Is there a mole or something?

Tinasha twists her body and looks at her back. I did find a mole there and tilted my neck.

"Really. I didn't know."

"It's like I put it on."

"Nothing good. I don't see anything like this."

Say exactly the same thing as before.

Whether she has a different tone or doesn't remember, she's her.

It gets kind of funny, and Oscar attracts her body. Tinasha, disfigured, gave him a water splash and rolled into Oscar's chest.

"Oh, my God! I'm out!

"You can come in with me"

"You're gonna be around the water! Get in there alone!

"And you don't look like you had a child."

"Listen to people!

When she touched the stick, the witch metastasized and disappeared as she put out her tongue. I guess I even went back to my room.

At all, she's vibrant, and in an instant, she turns everything around.

Anxiety is wiped away beautifully. Oscar laughed just a little as he raised his hair with his wet hands.

I don't dream anymore. I will never make the same mistake again.

She entrusted it to him again.

So stand with it. Don't get lost, be straight.

Because I'm the only one who can protect her, the most powerful witch.