Unnamed Memory

Little lips are painted red.

A discreet rosy color. Glossy. That never seemed any different.

He touches his white cheeks and looks down at the beautiful look of it.

"You really... you don't know what I'm talking about"

Dark eyes are closed now and won't open. He feels bitter about it.

The diocese is full of silence.

Oscar slowly bowed down and mouthed his wife's lips as she turned to her face.

I met a rare witch, then I loved her, then this is how many times I made sure she existed. I have been saved by the whispering warmth.

But this mouthpiece was cold as ice, full of sweetness that made me want to cry, and just as bitter.

"Hmmm... I don't know what you're talking about. You should come with me."

To the words lightly said, the two boys and girls drew their faces. When I breathe, I turn to the woman I confront.

It was a matter of seconds before the two of them and the woman met in silence as they were.

A boy with a sword runs out toward a woman. The girl followed.

"Breathe..."

The composition spread to the eye shape of the net with the woman chanting.

The boy cleaves it without loosening his legs and flesh-compels the woman.

A blow carried out with absolute confidence. But it made the sound of metal, and was received by the sword of a woman, not to mention.

But at the same time, the magic unleashed by the girl looms from overhead.

When everyone looked at him as inevitable, the woman kicked the boy's right hand from the bottom unconstitutionally. The sword jumps up and pierces the girl's composition.

"Nah......!

"Shh!

The voices of the children overlapped in the composition struck down by the sword.

The next moment the two of them had been blown far beyond their original position by a magical blow.

"You're brilliant at what you do."

Oscar, who was watching the scene in the corner of the training ground, is chuckling with his throat ringing. Next door a young boy was shrugging his shoulders.

A witch, his wife, has been doing interpersonal arches on Oscar's two children, Will and Fistria. He seems to have tried several times from earlier, but the kids seem to know the difference between being rolled over and being in character.

You decide to put in a break, Tinasha and two dusty people come back.

The Queen's physical age should be thirty-six or seven this year, but she only looks around thirty at best because of her face and supple body. She stood next to the king smiling bitterly.

"What do you say?

"As you can see."

"There's no collaboration. What are we gonna do with each other's power?"

"Ugh..."

Fistria drips. Fifteen-year-old this year, she is becoming a poor girl who just shines like her mother. But now, if it's clear in the day, I'm just dropping my shoulders in the middle of nowhere with my brown hair on it.

Will standing beside him returns Acacia to his father king. He is fourteen this year and the arms of the sword are not lined up in the same generation.

Will looked up at his father's wife and gently raised his right hand.

"Dear Tinasha, let Lewis in and do it again."

"I don't like it, brother. I'm not close."

"I just need you to cover me from behind."

"Maybe we'll blow it together."

…………

Will waved at his uncooperative half-brother, who had just turned ten.

Among those who serve the castle, Fistria is famous for his Oscars, and Lewis for his intense inheritance of Tinasha's character, and Will in the middle is the most commonsense man, swinging up and down, yet lumping them together. More so, perhaps because his mother is quite common sense. Stacia, the side room, should be packing in the library room to pick out a new book by now.

And Oscar, king and father of the kingdom, was forty-one years old.

His forged body of magnificent age has no decaying verses either. He is one of the best monarchs of the country, combining experience and strength, both as king and swordsman.

"Read it further. You can't beat Tinasha forever."

"Unexpectancy is important unless there is a marginal difference in strength. So far, there's a difference in strength from the bottom of the ocean to the top of the mountain. Good luck."

The two losers nodded with a strange face at the two lectures without a body or lid.

In this land, kings and queens are not merely rulers, but also the strongest pair. So again strength is required of the children who succeed them. Combat training, which was continued from an early age, has been steadily pushing their strengths.

"Let's close this today. Drop the dust and rest."

"Yes, Mother"

"Thank you"

Oscar whispers to his wife as they walk away.

"So, what's the truth?

"You're both quite something. You'll be stronger than I was around that time. I look forward to it."

"You lived four hundred years after that, and you still do, don't you? How far ahead are we?"

"I beat Leonora when I was twenty-seven. You beat me at twenty. You're out of standard. Totally angry......"

"Remember, don't be angry"

The king gently slaps his wife's head pounding. My last son looked up to me in surprise.

The appearance of the queen I can remember was always vivid.

Will always thought it was beautiful to be a witch and love my father and grow old together for that reason.

He loved Tinasha deeply.

She taught me all sorts of things at all costs. He loved him more than he loved me sometimes, like my child.

So when she died, Will was to be attacked by despair as if the world had been lost.

The sight is also dominated by vibrancy that cannot be forgotten for the rest of his life.

It's not war. Conflicts between ethnic groups in southwestern Farsas developed to frequent skirmishes, necessitating national mediation. Will, who had just turned fifteen, joined Tinasha in this mediation while studying.

Mediation itself ended well.

The two peoples pulled back convincingly, and peace was bound.

It happened when all concerned went out of the tent where the meeting was taking place and scattered to their respective places of return.

As Will gathered his soldiers to prepare for his return, Tinasha was still at the tent entrance to bicker with the other participants.

Ready, he looks back to call the beautiful queen. I tried to raise my hand and call her, but Will noticed a person approaching behind her back.

The person gently puts something out of his nostalgia.

"Dear Tinasha!

It was almost at the same time that I shouted that I noticed the anomaly.

Tinasha first looked at Will and then at the person offering him a dagger against himself.

"Ah..."

A moment of hesitation arises.

Will rushes out as he pulls out his sword.

But by then, the dagger had already eaten deep into the queen's chest like a spring trick. The blade pierces a thin body and rocks long dark hair.

Once the witch's limb trembled, she slowly fell back on her back with the momentum stabbed.

A dagger left in the grip of a murderer is pulled out of her body, and blood splashes.

A penetration into the heart that can't be different.

That's all.

That alone cost her life, called the most powerful witch on the continent and the most famous queen in Farsas history.

It wasn't a formidable warrior or magician who killed her, it was an old woman living in that village.

Apparently, the old woman had complained to her family that Tinasha would curse the country if she put in the blood of a witch after she became queen.

For that reason, I had bought Will, the heir to the throne, who would not draw the blood of a witch, very high, but this time he came with Tinasha and decided to eliminate the witch after seeing how close they were.

The guards passed unquestionably through the old woman who wanted to meet and greet the queen at first sight at the souvenir of the underworld, and the tragedy happened.

Will doesn't remember exactly what happened right after Tinasha fell.

Just an old woman she hesitated to fight back. He slashed with one knife and held her body unconscious already.

There are no final words or anything.

A thin body that looks like it's going to fade away oddly heavy. Blood that could not be fastened began to soak his knees.

"Dear Tinasha...?

There is no response to his call.

Under his long eyelashes, he roared, looking at dark eyes with no light of will, like a vitreous sphere.

And until my father and my sister and brother rushed in to hear the incident, they didn't try to let go of that carcass, which gradually lost its temperature.

The king looked calm.

He scolded Will, who had lost half his self, subdued Lewis, who had gone semi-frequent when he burned him every village, and entrusted him to Fistria, who was calm on the surface.

When the king had put together his confused and angry subordinates and soldiers and arranged for post-processing, he held up the body of his lifeless wife to hold a fragile treasure and followed her home to the castle.

Until the funeral ended and the rare Queen's body was buried, Oscar never showed the mess.

Will and Lewis shadowed his father, who loved her so much but didn't even show tears, that he was thin, but when he heard it, Fistria just laughed lonely, "Maybe not".

"Father, you resent me."

It took three months for Will to be able to talk about her death.

The death of the woman he loved so much was painfully upon him.

And for the first time, Oscar heard that word of his son he had spoken. But he frowned suspiciously and listened back.

"What the sudden. There's no reason I resent you."

"... I've let you die of obscenity and Tinasha"

"That's his alarm. He was a better man than you, so you don't have to worry about him."

"But when I was..."

"Don't say that. If you're sick, I'll piss him off."

Will skewed his face to his father, who told him as if she were still alive.

He knows that when a man dies, he leaves nothing, with powerful spiritualists up and down.

Naturally Oscar will know too. Why do you say such a childish consolation?

Unbelievable frustration boils down to words.

"Master Tinasha is like I killed him! Whatever you say, I'm the one who couldn't protect you!

"I don't know about you... I don't know what to say when I say that. I'm the one who sent you and him to mediate in the first place. Remember, there are people who hate that he was a witch."

"It's..."

Oscar put the paperwork down and put his legs together. I hang it on my desk and wonder if it's in front of the child.

He looked up at the slightly pale looking boy standing in front of the executive desk.

"Twelve years ago? When he came back from Gandona, that's how I regretted it all. But he pissed me off. It's depressing. I'm glad I got you back then. This time too...... maybe I have something to get. You don't have to know now."

Will fell in love with the words of his father, the king. Squeeze out the plundered voice.

"But Master Tinasha..."

A grunt that seems to precipitate on the floor as it is.

Oscar sighed at his son, who would not surface no matter what he said, and invited Will. When the boy realizes it and looks up, he cursorily comes around the side of his desk.

He came right next door. As I asked him to look me in the face further, the king whispered.

"Shut up about Tria and Lewis, will you? He said before, don't be sad if you die. He said it was because he was definitely coming back."

"……… what is it"

Will frowned not understanding what was said.

But it seems the same goes for Oscar who doesn't completely understand. My father waves lightly.

"Come on, what do you mean? But he's out of standard... if you say so, he'll come back. I'll wait for it."

Will knows that the king always told the witch to die after herself.

Tinasha was bullshitting about if Oscar dies more than his ex would follow him, etc., but he has a position. I can't do that even if I think about it. At least for a few years after Will grew up.

The king, who was shuddering that he was sorry to be left behind, may have had a feeling that somewhere she would die before herself.

And it happened. He chose to believe her words to bury the loss of a single wing.

You can't be not grieving.

He still has the same love for his wife. It carries that emptiness.

Will breathed in the blue eyes of his father when he found a deep darkness that also appeared dark.

Witch's gift words.

Promises similar to prayer.

I wish the words weren't just comforting, Will thinks.

I don't think he's a child anymore.

The word of a witch is a powerful word.

I started dreaming.

A dream of an unlikely memory.

She's a witch in a dream, a queen, a girl.

We change places, we meet again and again as we change times, we break up.

Despair is a loose death.

Hope heralds change.

Repetitive dreams.

Recording of degeneration.

Stack

immense

The end and beginning of the journey

And he woke up from a dream.

Good moon and night.

Oscar looked out the window as he sat on the sleeping table.

Four years have passed since his Lady was bereaved.

The children are also older and Fistria and others are twenty years old. The king laughed bitterly in retrospect of twenty short years.

A night without sound.

The blue moon illuminates the room.

Oscar called out to the window that the witch used to knock on.

"What's up? Come in."

You thought you couldn't possibly understand, its existence seemed surprised by the sudden call. Eventually he slips through the window vitreous and shows up in the room.

A young girl reminds me of his daughter when I first met her.

But dark eyes are not like hers, even in the same color.

Oscar knows exactly who that is.

The girl spinned a tongueless word.

"You knew I was there?

"I felt like I was being watched. Come."

to the man's invitation, but she looked around left and right confused. Ask with a face up.

"I still can't get my memories out. I was born and I don't know. I just made this body too..."

"Have you become a demon clan?

"Yeah... I'm the best."

The girl who tilts her neck like she's in trouble has a shuddering power inside her. I'm not sure if that's what she is or if it's because she's at the top of the list.

Oscar called the girl overlapping herself confused for not knowing anything but coming here.

"I'm fine, come on. Show me your face."

The girl approached the dreaded bedroom.

Dark eyes look up at him.

The man smiled at the nostalgic look that made his chest hot. Reach out and hold her up on her lap.

The adorable beautiful girl looked back at the man, blushing a little but straight.

"Um, I really don't know... but I missed you..."

"I know. You're back a lot."

She relieved her face. Reach out a small hand and stick to the man's neck.

"Can I stay here?

"Of course. I'm the only place you're going home."

Small warm body.

I can put a lot of strength into my broken arm.

"I'm sorry about you."

Clear voice. Pure emotion.

I made a promise. When I hugged my dear witch's body and smiled all the time,

The king murmured his feelings for his unchanging wife.