Unnamed Memory

Stacia, who was sleeping with her young son, looked up when she noticed that it had darkened out the window all the time.

- Was it even cloudy on the moon? But it's strangely dark.

She gets up and walks over to the window. But then I suddenly couldn't say anything.

As it surrounds the castle, a high, black wall stands. Walls that don't even know what they're made of seem to completely cover the castle up to the sky. If you look closely, its surface is shaking every bit.

When the surprise gradually began to turn into fear, the door of the room was slammed hard.

"Dear Will, Stacia, are you all right!? There's a demon in the castle...!

Stacia was stunned by the scream of the woman officer, but when she returned to me immediately, she ran to the bedroom and held Will asleep.

That's when the window she was looking up to earlier was cracked behind her back. Stacia looks back as she hugs her son.

- - There were creatures like black dogs with as many horses there, making both eyes glow red.

The obvious intent to kill makes my feet tickle.

When Stacia tried to fall back towards the door to avoid irritating the target, but the door behind her was opened abusively.

"No!

I can play magic with the screams of a young girl. A strong wind with force rolled up, tearing the demon dog apart and drilling a hole in the wall.

For the rest, Stacia rounds her eyes. Soon a man's voice flew in.

"Fistria, add or subtract! What do you always learn from your daughter!

"Ugh."

Two familiar voices. Stacia relieves tension when she hears it.

When she looked back, there stood a young witch and a spirit holding her up.

Tinasha, accompanied by a street of diplomacy in Gandona's hall, sat in a wall bench and took a breath of relief.

- - My shoulders are so stiff.

The guests do care about her, who was introduced to her as having uncertain memories because of illness. But it feels like their longing for Queen Falsus and their familiar gaze are not something against them.

I thought witches were the object of fear and repentance. In the meantime, I wonder how old I used to treat my surroundings and gain trust from them.

Her husband, caring for his tired wife, gave her rest, and herself went back into people and said: Tinasha searches its back and drifts her gaze.

But when her gaze captured another man, the other person came forward to her as she sewed inside people with a grumpy look. A man of unscrupulous beauty turns back and whispers.

"You got into Aurelia, didn't you?

I don't remember.

"There's a distant kid with no parents in the royal muscle, but he decided to adopt him and educate him. You must have said something. Spit out."

Tinasha turned her eyes round.

- It's the first time Aurelia has adopted a child. I really don't remember wishing in.

However... Tinasha, who tilted her neck, remembered that Aurelia had asked him the day before he left Gandona, "Is blood mandatory for the king?" Tinasha must have answered "no" then.

Could that have anything to do with it? If so...

Tinasha laughs all the time. Travis blamed it on him.

"What. Remember that?

"No... I'm glad. Aurelia chose you."

Travis does not answer.

But he must know too. He is a superior demon who exists as a distinct individual and cannot be a child. That's why Aurelia chose him over inheriting her own blood for a substantial king's education and...

Tinasha doesn't know if that's the right thing to do. Naturally Travis will too. It should be more for future generations for her evaluation to be determined as king.

I just think Tinasha is valuable for what Aurelia wanted and determined to do. When someone thinks of someone, it must mean something.

The witch smiles softly.

"What do you say? It's hard to throw away a migratory human being, isn't it?

"... you're an idiot to only live a little"

"That's why. I remember that a little too."

There are people who just take her hands off of me when I forget to live as a person.

Don't get lost. Aurelian fortitude.

The trajectory of a man who lives with his chest stretched.

I think it's beautiful. I love hard work.

And she was a person herself.

Tinasha opened her mouth to give Travis a smile, but inadvertently stiffened his face. Beautiful eyebrows.

"What's up?

The question is not from the man in front of you. Oscar came back when he realized his wife was talking to Travis.

Tinasha puts her hand on his arm when she stands up.

"Maybe something happened to Fistria. I'll see."

"What? I'm coming too."

The witch was not lost. Arrange the configuration with Oscar's arm grabbed.

But the moment she activated it, she let go of her hand unexpectedly feeling like electricity was running. That seems to have been passed on to Oscar as well. He frowns.

"What?"

"Za, the coordinates instructions have been played...... maybe a barrier is erected in Castle Farsas"

"Huh!?

Tinasha bit her lip. Again, now reconfigure the configuration with the barriers in mind.

There's no place you shouldn't want. She did say that to her daughter.

Then you can't make that different now.

With her power in the dark eyes sinking deep, she condensed her magic.

It is the third time in the record that the Castle of Falsus is in a demonic raid, two of which are the reign of Oscar.

Previously, an uncalled witch's subordination unleashed a demon inside the castle. But both the king and the witch who later became queen were in the castle. - But now, both of them are absent.

Ars was running to open things up as he took command of the castle, which was likely to panic. According to the magicians under Doan's command, they are apparently cut off from outside the castle by mysterious curiosity. A considerable number of black demon dogs have been released, and it appears that more than half of the soldiers who were outside the castle were already killed.

Doan pointed to the black wall.

"I'm getting impatient. If you touch it, it will melt, and we need to figure out a way to curse it quickly."

"Can't you do something with magic?

He glances at Ars, who asks strangely.

"... I honestly can't help it. Maybe it's a curse ban."

A curse, Ars breathed in the word. Those techniques, which rarely appear on the table of history, are called curses because there are things to be avoided in ways and effects. I don't know if what was used this time is a curse by the former or the latter, or both.

But Ars remembered that there was, and he turned into a rugged face.

"A little over five years ago..."

"I was just thinking about it, too."

Five years ago, we didn't know where the anger had eroded the queen. The mastermind, who catalyzed the six victims, was also not caught again.

If the same person as then is still in the dark this time...

Ars shrugs.

"Master Tinasha was supposed to be with His Majesty."

"If you're lucky, you might notice"

"Anyway, let's protect both Your Highnesses now."

The Predecessors leave the castle capital and live in a remote house a little further away. I mean, we can't expect Rosalia's help. Fistria is a witch in this castle, but she's only four years old, even though she's grown up. Speaking of his brother, he's only three years old. It would be a child who would have to protect both.

Ars and Doan head to the back of the castle where there are two of them on an early foot.

Around that time, the two sons of the king and their escorts, who had fled to the back room with the ladies, had tasted the thoughts of no later than the demon dog who appeared, whether eliminated or eliminated. Fistria looks up anxiously at the soldiers who start to run out of breath.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Princess. Please stand down."

I don't know what to do while I snort. The troubled Fistria looked up at the Spirit standing behind her.

My temper has been staining the room since earlier. Cal is knocking it off. It seems that offsetting the curse entanglement temper is a pretty broken bone, even for spirits. He has a flat face, but Fistria found he was taking on a lot of pressure.

She calls out to such spirits.

"Hey, Cal"

"What?

"Am I the one who's been hitting on you? Right?

A moment of silence.

It stood for affirmation as it were.

She understands. A demon dog is coming for her.

She feels a callous intention to capture the princess of every soul.

Cal shrugged his shoulder when he looked bitter.

"It's because you're so magical. Can you keep it down? Haven't you learned?

The first thing I said was that Stasia and the women were in front of me. No matter how restrained, Fistrian magic cannot be hidden if it is about the size of a castle. No magic camo would be possible without so much excellence in magic technology. It's cruel to ask her for it now.

The princess slowly looked around at her brother and his mother, his women officers and his soldiers as she slightly rocked her dark eyes and looked back at the Spirit. Finally, I stare at Cal again.

"Me, I'll go with you"

"Huh!?

"Everyone would be in danger if I were here. I'll come with you."

"Hey, what are you talking about? You!

Cal changes his blood phase in a human way. But Fistria shook her head to the side.

"Protect everyone. That's all I have. Right?"

"You can't use it well even with it!

"Dear Fistria, that won't happen!

Cal and Stacia join their voices to try to overshadow the young princess's determination.

Fistria looked at the same with a very similar eye to her mother.

"I can do it right. Witches."

"Dear Fistria..."

against Stacia, who sighed slightly, but Cal rebutted against her husband.

"No. I am your spirit. I have a duty to protect you."

"Please."

"No! Listen to me."

"Then I command you!

Powerful words. Life without saying whether or not it strikes everyone in the room.

Cal knelt at the girl's feet in bitterness. Drop your head.

"Okay...... let's go outside then. I'll keep a line here."

Fistria nodded at the spiritual obedience. Take that hand and you two get out of the room.

Stacia exhaled deeply when she couldn't see the two of them.

- What pressure. Is that really only four years old?

Or does that mean... you're a witch?

Stacia looks back at the princess, who looked back and waved at her as she left.

That figure overlapped with her mother's witch, and she said, "Please don't be a repeat five years ago," praying that was all and hugging her son.

The wind is blowing in circles.

The castle of Falsus, at its centre, was now being pressed by impending impatience.

Dozens of demon dogs are flying through the air as if they were going for prey on the wind. They were sending their eyes towing to the soldiers standing on the ground and by the windows, but accidentally focused on the wide terrace beneath them.

- - There's one girl standing there.

The girl, looking up at the sky with dark eyes as she rocked her black hair into the wind, had terrible magic in her little body.

Soldiers stunned when they realized she had come out onto the terrace.

"Your Highness!

I'm not sure whose voice I screamed belonged to.

But using the voice as a signal, a demon dog attacked the girl at once.

Screaming of a woman ripping open the sky. Someone's anger. But magic spreads like knocking them out.

The force that became the blade of countless winds mutilated the dogs who were still about to chew off the princess's body.

The people who were staring breathlessly give a wacky voice of joy.

But it also stopped right away.

The mutilated demon dogs regain their original appearance. And out of the impending impatience, one new demon dog after the other appeared.

"Fistria, you have to cover the configuration. If you don't aim for the dog, it plays."

"Yeah...... good luck"

She squeezes her powers and concentrates. A magic blade clawed the neck of the one that had struck me again. The next one has a stomach. The two mist without sound.

Cal looked at the sky licking his lips at the tension.

There are many enemies. And their purpose… is probably the murder of Fistria.

Witch's flesh is more powerful as a catalyst than the hearts of a thousand people. Using it would also make it possible to destroy one country in this country. That's how we once sacrificed Tinasha, as Trudar perished.

Fistria is desperate for one demon dog after another. But it's the concentration of the child. I don't know how long I'll have it.

You perceived that, and the soldiers and magicians who were in the castle come out too. Ars and Doan came running down to the terrace with Fistria.

"Your Highness! Please return!

But Fistria, who only saw the enemy, did not look back. Cal answers instead.

"I can't. I told you earlier too... help me out more than that"

"... ok"

Saying, Ars received the teeth of a demon dog flying toward the princess with a sword. Shake it off with all your strength. The mutilated demon dog turned black and drifted towards the wall of anger.

Doan also begins chanting to join the interception. But when he accidentally realized something, he rewrote the composition. Tighten the boundaries towards the sky. The junction blocked the flames that had been unleashed at the place.

"An enemy magician...! Where the hell are you!

In a moonless night, I don't see a magician unleashed his composition. Ars also looked up at the sky with his sword up again.

A hand reaches out from behind its hips.

"I'll borrow your dagger."

When the man pulled through Ars' dagger, he threw quickly toward a point in the sky.

A magician appears with a short scream called Gah.

Precisely pierced by his heart, the magician fell toward the ground.

Ars looks back stunned.

There stood King Falsus in heaven with his offensive and dyed appearance.

"Sire!"

"Bad. Did you make it?

Acacia to the right. The king answered. But there is no one next door.

I wonder if "she" still wouldn't have come back - a cool woman's voice echoed from above as Ars nearly dropped his shoulder.

"Fistria, look up."

The voice passed strangely well in the midst of the hustle and bustle that was half-struck.

The princess whose name was called raises her face.

"Identify the stronghold. Squeeze your strength. Concentrate, twist and pierce… so that even the smallest force can destroy the enemy…"

It was for a moment that the composition spread to the sky so elaborate and powerful that it felt chilly.

When everyone in the magicians was fascinated by it, the magic ran through the threads of the composition.

The demon dogs stop moving.

"Look... isn't that easy?

Words like that.

In its aftertaste, nearly a hundred bursting sounds overlapped. All the demon dogs in the area blow up.

There's a hole in the temper covering the sky.

The moonlight plugged from it illuminated the witch who reigned in the sky.

Above all, deep dark eyes and blue, white and radiant skin. The chilling look that dominated the beautiful appearance had made her look majestic.

"Mother!

Tinasha smiles in response to her daughter's voice.

Unchanged beauty since five years ago. its rare existence.

It was only for a moment that people breathed.

"My queen!

"Dear Tinasha!

"The queen is back!

I hear joy in my mouth. They propagated like waves, and eventually cheered from across the castle. Tinasha rounds her eyes and looks down under her eyes.

"... Huh? Hey, what? What is it?

Oscar laughs ridiculously as he looks up at his wandering wife.

"So I told you to come back soon."

Fistria looks at her parents in order, wondering.

- As long as the king and queen are in place, there's nothing to be afraid of.

It was a sure sign of loyalty and heart sickness on the part of all those who served Falsus.

Tinasha was perplexed by the cheering and thankful voices she never stopped.

I had no idea you'd be greeted like this.

Can I stay in Falsus myself - a whisper of self asking runs behind my brain?

But Tinasha returned to me immediately. First you have to sublimate your temper.

The witch, who began to assemble while chanting, but noticed the signs of the enemy, wandered her gaze.

Stop where you have dark eyes.

"Come out. Do you want to be blown away?

Placed between beats, an old magician appeared in the air with nothing.

He stretches a finger from his black magic sleeve that resembles a branch.

"obstruct our path once again... O Witch of the Blue Moon"

"I don't know anything about you. Are you out of your mind?

The witch gave back her shapely lips, grinning. In the meantime, continue to assemble.

- So much size and power, it was probably the curse that was used.

It also catalyzed people's souls and flesh... a curse she hates the most.

We must not let it do as we wish any more. Break it down here at all costs.

She smiled and spinned her words in an effort to keep pressing her to swallow the castle itself.

"I don't know why you're here in Falsus, but I don't know why. Did you think I was dead?

"I thought... but even five years ago, I came to Falsus after you. A witch who lives in the heart of this city, where strength is easy to gather. I thought I was dull in my tranquil life... but I was faultless that I missed killing. The inner part of the body was rotten, and in the next step, there was a hole in your sacrifice."

It was a provocation to buy time, but Tinasha was stunned by what she returned.

Is it true that this man was responsible for the incident of the disconnect that led him to lose his memory and leave Falsus?

Tinasha dampens her lips with her tongue.

"What's a hole?

"Holes to be drilled beneath the floors of the world...... an ocean of chaos filled with giving up, mourning and resentment. Drawing despair from it into this world."

A sea of darkness that lasts everywhere.

Such a sight floated for a moment, Tinasha frowned.

I have a headache.

I think I remember something.

There can't be any memories.

A shard that connects to the soul.

"The world is full of deception. I look with despair and pretend not to see. None of them will try to see it even though everyone dies...... stupid and ugly"

I don't know what the man is talking about.

Despair is what we all carry at birth.

It's not like I don't see it. It's always beside us. Like a shadow stretching behind you.

"That's why we drill holes. To know that everything is unstable and on a dangerous floorboard. If everyone thinks they could die tomorrow, the world will shine a different light."

It's foolish to lose it and then realize it.

But I guess it's more foolish to believe that if you can't lose it.

Whenever fate tries man.

The happier you are, the deeper you are at your feet.

So I'll show you that hole.

To know that happiness is as precious as a grain of sand in the desert.

............... really?

Wouldn't I know if I didn't see it?

Will I not notice if I don't lose it?

Just when you're sweet, it's funny when you're happy, can't that be all?

My head hurts.

Memories can play like bubbles.

Everything goes away.

"Well... you took my wife from me"

Tinasha continues to assemble, albeit hazy. It was the voice of a man burning in anger that drew that consciousness back.

Witches follow the Lord of the Voice, and stiff.

"... Huh?

Old magicians and witches confronting the air. In the meantime I tried to get in and the king stood in the sky with nothing.

Back directed at her, full of trembling anger.

quiet, but a voice was spun that bound up those who heard it.

"If you want to see so much despair, let me tell you. Being alive is what makes me think it's painful."

He packs his time to the old magician with a firm foothold, with the unplugged Acacia in his hand.

Tinasha stared at it with an eye for something incredible. A glance at the terrace beneath his eyes, but his daughters, spirits and Doan look up at the sky suddenly as well.

No matter how magical Oscar is, there's no way he can use more magic than gripping Acacia. But he now stands there without anyone's help. It's not possible.

But Tinasha closed her eyes to another headache.

No... he could do that...

I don't know. I can't remember.

A voice full of certainty whines in my memory though.

Memories that shouldn't

Countless times.

I can remember.

The repetition is over.

Fragments are in your soul.

It's no longer melted.

Heterogeneity crosses the world.

Pregnant with death and life.

Play unchanged

Reaching Out Over Time

I can hear the chant. Oscar exhales sharply.

But Tinasha doesn't see it. I'm sure I won't even hear it anymore.

Consciousness is scattered.

When the witch finally released the assembled configuration with the utmost force, she lost her power and fell into the ground in the night.

It came after a very, very long time.

Sometimes I didn't see him.

I ended up back beside you.

We take each other's hands,

Over the possibilities,

Through countless goodbyes,

That's how it was finally just the two of us.

Slowly open your eyes.

I see a white lid. This is her room at Falsus Castle.

Tinasha woke up with her hands on her. Who made you change, wearing white room clothes.

When she dressed herself in a dress with a long hem, she left the room silently. I'm not sure which way to go down the hall.

- That's when one woman appeared by turning the left corner.

She glances at Tinasha, but soon deeply thanks her.

"We've been looking forward to your return. Dear Tinasha."

"It's been a while. I've caused you a lot of trouble. Sorry, sir."

To Tinasha's apology, Stacia laughs by the way like a girl.

"It's outrageous! I was happy, as you said. Thank you."

"Dear Stacia..."

"Your Majesty is out in the south hall. Show yourselves."

Without any cloudiness, Tinasha bowed her head with deep emotion to Stacia, who smiled proudly.

"Thank you. How much was saved when you were here..."

"I am also one of those who live and serve in Falsus again. I made up my mind four years ago to be loyal to His Majesty and Tinasha."

That's how she became a sideroom.

Tinasha is thankful that a hard being was beside the king.

The guilt that shaped her life is something Tinasha should bear again.

But that's not all. More things also stand to bear again.

That was her duty as queen of this country.

An outer garden completely vandalized by demons.

Looking out the window at it, the king, who had gathered his subordinates to direct ex-post processing, cut the words when he realized that a woman had entered the hall. Speak up smiling at relief.

"Tinasha, are you okay with your body? The spirits turned bright blue and took it."

"I'm fine now. Sorry to bother you."

Oscar stopped fumbling, nodding "well" at the softly returned words.

Different tone.

It's been five years since she answered him that way.

Oscar looked back at the dark eyes. Afraid to be sure.

"... Tinasha?

She nods at the question. I spun bittersweet and warm words.

"I'm sorry I stopped keeping my mouth shut. I'm back now...... my king"

A witch with a swinging grin.

Its luxurious body was held in the arms of the king who ran by at the next moment. Oscar shrugs as he hugs his wife's body hard and hard.

"A fool... I'll preach for three days..."

"Ugh... well, I have no choice. I'll listen to you."

Tinasha nods her little face to the man's chest.

Just a few stops compared to before.

But surely after a long separation from each other, she's finally really back.

The old magician, who was the main culprit this time, was killed by Oscar.

Other magicians lurking near the castle were picked and imprisoned, from which those involved in the potato ceremony were caught. Five years ago, they planned to sacrifice the castle capital while coming to Falsus to spread emerging religions, and even after it failed once, they were diving underground and watching for opportunities.

"If darkness is born in the world, people's consciousness will also take its place, and it will be a force to create something new"

The magician who claimed so was among them, but was smiled at by Oscar.

It is not necessary to live more peacefully than before, such as the power that cannot be born if darkness is allowed to prevail. If you slander that as laziness, Oscar thinks it's laziness to bring a storm to the flatlands and expect others to change. If we're going to change, we just have to change ourselves. Anyway, the fanatics want to get people involved.

The king took a deep sigh of sight that the six men who were experiencing suspicious disappearances ended up sacrificing the curse, even in search. Bury generously with apologies, including the victims at the castle.

When he had arranged all the ex-post processing in that way, he saw the queen brewing herself tea in the office.

"You, do you remember five years?

"Are you saying you're sticky or blowing you out of a tower?

"... apologize if you remember"

"Excuse me."

He said, "Oh, my God."

"Still, I think it's amazing that you won't give up."

"It's sticky."

"Do not hold it in the roots"

Tinasha giggles and offers a cup. My nostalgia filled my chest when I thanked him and received it. He mouths as he savours the clear scent.

Remembering when he confronted the old magician, Oscar tilted his neck.

"Speaking of which, were you floating me then?

"... I knew you weren't aware? I was doing it myself."

"No way. If we had Acacia, we wouldn't be able to use magic, would we?

"Yes... well, once you die, you'll be able to do it"

"What does that mean?"

The witch laughs inclusively at her husband, who has a bitter face for taking it as a noisy joke.

"It means as it is. So...... next time I'm really dead, don't be too sad. I will definitely come back to you."

I don't know what that means, but sincere words.

I felt like there was too much thought in there, and Oscar explored what it meant.

But he quickly swings his clothes and dismisses his thoughts.

"I'm so sorry. Die after me."

"I'll make an effort. So if it does,"

"Then at least die in my arms, huh?

"Isn't that right every night," Tinasha chuckled at the man who grumbled as if he were obstinate.

Thus one rare heterogeneity awakened as a deviant.

It is not until fourteen years after this that the pairing man becomes aware of his degeneration.

[- The journey of perversion END-]