Unnamed Memory

"- - King Falsus is done with that! I'm gonna finish this before help gets here!

Oscar shrugged his shoulder at the ridicule he heard from nowhere.

There is thick fog in the surrounding area.

It was two days ago that reports came that suspicious rituals were taking place in the former territory of Turdar. The Queen, the last queen of Trudar, is already dead, but its substantial management is inherited by Falsus along with her blood and spirits. Upon hearing the report, two children with spirits offered to go see it, but Oscar had let them go to the Gandona celebration, which they were not comfortable with, and had come to see where the problem lay with a few of his men.

And into the magicians that were gathered there, unto this day.

Akersia let Will take over last year. Now he is a magical sword, but only has a normal long sword compared to Acacia.

The king waved his sword troublesome as he looked around too wide to know where and what was there. One of my subordinates cuts out gently.

"Your Majesty, please contact Fistria..."

"Then he gets tired of gambling. Who does he look like?"

"We all say you look very much like His Majesty."

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The king remained silent when Doan, who became chief magician, told him clearly from the side. Other magicians anxiously open their mouths to two people who have no tension at all.

"And anyway, if you don't come to either Master Fistria or Master Lewis, this is very..."

"I'm fine. There's my spirit."

Everyone else turned their eyes round to the king who said lightly.

Eight spirits from Trudar are handed down to Fistria and four to Lewis.

There are no spirits served by kings. I guess that also knew the enemy magician who was listening to them. The laughter of ridicule stuck in the fog.

"The Spirit? What kind of spirits do you have? I want to see them."

"Which way are we going to see it? Come on, Ass."

With the call, a white light sphere appears before Oscar's eyes. It swayed fluffy left and right as if willing.

The laughter sounds even higher.

"Is that the Spirit? There's a low-level demon tribe that can't even take the shape of a person. What the hell can you do..."

The magician couldn't say anything more.

When the king's light sphere grew brighter, it unleashed the power to crush the magician, the magician, who was every fog around him.

It was so heterogeneous that it was about to pop outside the world.

A powerful being, which can no longer only be described as a deviant soul, slept slowly taming memories and records, powers and concepts.

And when four years pass, she opens her eyes even though she's immature.

I wandered the world, wishing I could do the rest after birth, both understanding and rebuilding my perverted self.

She then finds the top vacant seat she once killed and uses a swing back to get to that seat.

- - Concept first. And power.

Appearing again individually, she had a sense that she had lost the memory she should have had when she was reborn. I just have a lack of poking my chest. I don't know what to do. So just scratch your feet.

That's how she made her flesh, she popped out of her former position, and she was driven by impulses that she didn't even know -

Finally, he came back next to a man.

The girl, named Asus as the Demon Nation, stretched as she confirmed her thin hands and feet. Ask the man who left the paperwork spread.

"What do you think? How old do I look?

"Thirteen, four. Don't remember the old days."

"It's hard to change concepts from demonic ones. I still can't get my memory back. You can't grow up right away."

"Will that happen once I die, too? I'm not sure."

"What do you think?"

My wife, who has returned as a young girl, is slowly growing up but at an unlikely rate in humans. The tongueless way of talking is sometime the girl's. It won't be that far back.

When she floated in the air, she was delivered on the man's lap. Doing so also makes me look like a parent and child because of the age difference in appearance. The girl looked up at the man.

"Why do you remember Oscar? You're not supposed to be aware of this once you're dead."

"The mourning of you was as tough as dying, man. I gradually remembered it since then."

The two of them are not men, witches or demons.

After incorporating the crystal of the power of the outsider, it was subjected to the aftermath of the power of the insider, and its existence was transformed.

Or maybe this has happened because of the interlocutory intent to counter the curse of outsiders and create acacia. They no longer die but the soul melts in naturally, gaining new life again with immense memory and power. I haven't tried, but it's probably also possible to go outside beyond this world.

That's how what the two of us bore in exchange for heterogeneous power - an endless struggle.

The girl, promised an endless journey, saw a man who was the only one with her.

"Don't you regret it? It's been like this forever, hasn't it?

"I didn't. It's not like I'm not dying, and I'm not alone."

The girl was relieved by the strong words of the man.

I was just a little nervous about what I would do if they refused.

It's just the beginning of the journey. Sooner or later, the time may come for him to dislike it too.

But at least now they love me. I was glad to hear that.

Oscar strokes his head laughing at the girl with a swinging grown-up smile.

"You're mine forever, Tinasha"

Now he's the only real name I call him anymore.

Whispered the name, the girl twisted herself tickled with laughter.

The story of the king having his own Spirit soon spread to the castle.

Originally called the "Spirit" is more than a superior demonic race, and it is unlikely that such beings will first appear on the human floor without a summons.

But no matter how much Fistria and Lewis inquired, the Father King would not show the Spirit. But the spirits they serve laughed bitterly, and some blurted, saying, "The spirits of the matter are at the top."

To too unlikely a situation, but by the time the humans at Castle Falsus, immune to what has happened, were used to the incident.

Almost at the same time as the dawn, the door of the room is knocked at the time when the king is still in his bedroom.

Oscar got his upper body up on a sword screen that clearly seemed to be in a state of emergency. Touch the head of the girl sleeping round next door.

"Father! May I?

"What the hell..."

At the same time as answering, the youth opens the door and rushes in. He is the first prince who should have been visiting Fort Minnedad two days ago.

Will managed to open his mouth to breathe and report, and remained stiff.

Oscar scratches his temples when he realizes his son's gaze is pouring behind his back.

"That... sister... isn't it? He's a kid... that."

"Never mind. So, what?

"Who is that child!?

The same face as his sister, more like that of his mother. But the years are different. He would be about fourteen years old at best.

Why is there a girl with such a face, and besides, sleeping in the king's bedroom? Will held his head confused enough to forget the emergency.

Oscar bites down the bitter bug in his face, snapping the girl's cheek behind him.

"Look, get up. Will's in trouble."

"... uhh..."

"I said I don't mind not sleeping well for the rest of my life, but is it forever?

Oscar grabs his little hand and drags it out from under the hanging cloth. When I let her sit on her lap as she did, the girl turned to the man's body with her eyes slightly open.

"Nemei......"

Dark eyes capture Will. Looking back at that eye, he realized haha.

"No way... Dear Tinasha...? Oh, no way, Spirit!?

"So, what can I do for you?

Oscar feels tired in the morning as she embraces the girl in her sleeping roll as she begins to fall asleep again.

Will finally came back from his own loss, confused but told him what to do. That sounds hard to say.

"That's... A, Acacia... taken away"

"Huh!?

unexpected circumstances.

The knocked up king was having to deal with this anomaly quickly.

Originally, it began when a village near Minnedad was attacked by an armed robber group.

Will, who was coming to inspect, led the army of the fort to exterminate the bandits without difficulty and returned to the fort. Together, the vandalized villagers were hidden in the fort, where they were to be helped to rebuild while they lived.

One girl came to Will that night. She wanted to say thank you for helping the village, but that wasn't the real purpose.

"You're tough. If you don't play properly, a woman will fool you."

"It's convincing, isn't it, Oscar? In many ways."

Will stared at the girl who woke up and dressed with incredible eyes. Queen returned as the highest demon. It is impossible not to reveal its existence. There is also something against the laws of the world.

Will, distracted by the appearance of the girl who followed him, told his father

"So when I woke up, they were taking away Acacia?

And he said to me, beckoning me.

"Chi, no! I didn't do anything! She said if you don't take Acacia, she'll kill you!

"... did you believe that and give it to him?

"I didn't give it to you. Then tell her we'll follow her there together... but suddenly she bursts... and the blood turns foggy, and it's morning when she realizes it."

"That's amazing."

The sawdust room would have gotten miserable.

It may smell and be useless. Oscar looked back at the girl as he thought about it.

"Is that a curse?

"Maybe. I think you either embedded the technique in a living person, or you were moving a person you just killed"

I'm talking about a bad chest.

Tinasha said lightly to the two silent men.

"I wonder if you're one of the men who killed him in Trudar the other day. Around using fog or something... it could be the evil law of spiritual magic. There's a party like that."

"Hmm. You can take back what's been taken, but don't bother if the cult group tells you that Acacia has crossed over"

Will now dropped to my father's word.

Impossible lapse. Why did you relate to the girl by yourself?

Oscar would have handled it cooler. And if I were to be king, Will would ask for it.

Oscar laughed bitterly when he saw his son disappear.

"Well, don't be shy. That's a good thing about you. You don't have to be like me. Shut up around the corner. We've got up and down, so help us out."

"Yes...... sorry"

Even if each of his three children can't pull out their parents, most things will be easier if they join forces. I'm telling you once and for all not to try to do anything on your own, but maybe it's something you don't quite understand within your youth.

Oscar looked up at Tinasha floating in the air.

"Tinasha, can you transfer to a silent lake?

"Ugh... I'm a little unsure... I need to get a little bigger..."

Will turned his eyes round to the name of the lake, which appears in the founding legend of Falsus. I thought it was a fictional lake. Does that mean it is real?

The girl sat on Oscar's lap and closed her eyes as she slowly came down.

Magic stirs into a luxurious body. It began to transform her body with complex configurations.

It's not the first time Oscar is watching it, but Will is just amazed.

Five minutes later, Tinasha, who had grown her body to the figure of eighteen or nine, opened her dark eyes and looked up at the man.

"What do you say?

"It's a good line. Should I?

"Maybe... you can jump"

"Then get me Tria and Lewis, too. It's a corner, so let me show you."

I don't know what it is.

But to his strangely confident father and the woman accompanying him, Will rushed out of the room to call his sister and brother, determined quickly.

Fistria and Lewis, who had been summoned abruptly from the early morning, seemed to have an open mouth unblocked by the reason and the figure of their mother, who was supposed to have died.

When he finally returns to me, Fistria bites Oscar.

"Why did you keep quiet!?

"Your mother died four years ago. That would suffice. Live the child forward. This is my spirit and my woman. What's wrong with me being alone?"

…………

"It's like a child, Father."

The woman, who was their mother, grinned bitterly at Lewis for putting in a fistoria and a chilling penetration that the two sentences did not tell.

It's forceful, but what Oscar is saying is not a mistake. Tinasha's return is an unusual thing in itself. Don't be confused by that, the King's opinion that you don't have to know would be one idea.

Fistria stares at her younger mother than herself with a slightly troubled eye. Tinasha walked over and held her two children in turn.

I'm sorry for everything.

There are so many thoughts that I can't fit into the short words.

Seeing the two of them about to cry out, Will got his eyeballs hot himself.

But not if you can stay immersed forever.

The other four looked up as Oscar stood up. The king looks around at them.

"Then change the place and explain the whole thing."

Tinasha nodded and structured. Swallow them and the gate opens.

And when they went through it, the five stood on the surface of a silent lake beneath the castle.

Standing on the water by Tinasha's magic, the three children looked around in dismay.

Underground lake supported by natural rock beds. Mirror-like water is illuminated by magical light.

Will shrugged in a faint voice.

"Is this... a silent lake?

"Yes, directly beneath the castle"

Oscar looked around at the children. There is no childish expression in its eyes until earlier, but instead the majesty of the king drifts.

Twenty-first King Falsus turned to them, who will succeed the next generation, and began a long story wrapped around the beginning of this country.

"First I want to talk to you about outsiders and insiders."

"An outsider...?

"Oh. There is interference from outside the world in this world. It's not that the rank is higher... it's purely a different axis, it's outside."

Eyes of the same color as the night sky are narrowed to reflect countless repetitions.

Oscar continued, closing that look that no one but his wife could understand.

"There are twelve of them all when they say 'outsiders'. So, these guys condensed their respective forces to create a curse and send them inside this world. They're called" outsider curses, "and most of them have experimental or recording features. And I have the power to deviate from the laws of this world. - Make human reproductions, extract and preserve spirits, rewind time."

"Such an idiot..."

Tinasha made her youngest brother laugh unwittingly. Seeing her expression, the children realize that this is a true story.

Oscar continued as he stroked his wife's head.

"There were originally thirteen outsiders. But at one point, one of them objected to outside interference. She descended into this world herself… melting her own power into this lake by defining it as to counteract the interference of outsiders. And I took Acacia and Sector out of here, and I became the first queen of Pharsus."

"Yep, yep!?

Three voices summon.

They opened their mouths gently to the fact that they could not find anywhere in the Farsus record.

Fistria raises her fearful hand and asks to speak.

"What's that... oral?

"No. I wouldn't have known the king before. But me and Tinasha know. - I mean, Acacia was originally an insider's curse brought to break an outsider's curse. Magic resistance and magic diffusion are by-products. And me and Tinasha have been breaking the curse of three outsiders. If no one else had broken it... well, normal people can't do it, but you have nine calculations left."

"Don't you know where it is?

I'll go look for him in there.

In the sight of the king, Tinasha lay her eyes down and smiled.

The two of us already have a hunch that such a future will await us. Or maybe I could say I'm making up my mind. That's probably - it's the will of the world that has derailed them.

Oscar continued to the children, who could not swallow immediately.

"So, the third curse... the fragment was taken into our souls when we broke the curse that goes back in time. I destroyed it in Acacia, but the twists of both powers combined made us degenerate. existence within this world, and it is not. It's out of the way it was."

I don't know how to tell you this, but the kids are all bright people.

Even if you can't understand everything, you can take it.

"Death does not allow the soul to naturally melt in, and it is reborn anew with memory and power. I have gained knowledge of outsiders and insiders, and I can draw on the countless records of history repeated with a curse that goes back in time. That's what it's become.... maybe we're already the curse created by this world ourselves. And that's why Tinasha came back."

The story told pale echoed the underground lake as if it were a pictorial emptiness.

But we all know very well that it's not just a fantasy. It is the late queen, who certainly exists, who corroborates the king's story.

"Why are you telling me that story...?

Oscar laughed at his next son's questioning to succeed him to the throne. Pomp Tinasha's head next door.

"I thought I'd tell you guys why I have this guy. This is what happens to me. And then... I want you to think that if you or those who inherit that blood are going to one day be relative to the curse of the outsiders, Falsus, who will inherit Acacia, is the one who is in charge of that role. This world is not an experimental animal unless it's a boxyard. Stand with all human possession. You have taken over the role."

In solemn words the three rightly dwelt.

It is obvious that Tinasha cannot have returned more than the very existence has deviated. If you do, you'll increase your fear of witches, and you'll just have a bad impression on her sons, Fistria and Lewis.

But the perversion is because the king and the queen broke the curse of the outsiders, and it would not be disgraceful. They also inherit the pride.

After more than seven hundred years, the blood of the first queen, the insider, has already faded. It has no power in itself. It's just that Acacia has gone through countless contracts to this day. And I will continue to connect it.

Thinking of ourselves in a part of a vast time, the three looked back at my father with distracting thoughts. Oscar nods at their glowing appearance of will.

"Well, keep your mouth shut about us. 'Cause it's tricky."

"Ok......"

Oscar looked satisfied to the children who nodded strangely. Tinasha opens her hands.

"I don't have that acacia right now. hahaha."

"... you did..."

My gaze gathers on Will, who is about to kneel in disappointment. Oscar waved his right hand.

"I'll get it right back. But before we do, we have to overturn the fact that Acacia was taken."

"How do you do it? Kill him?

"I'll do that, too. This way first."

Oscar knelt one knee on the water. Insert your right hand into the water. Tinasha breathed as she saw her powers as a deviant gathered in its hands.

The king groans harshly.

"Come... come with me and help me. As the rightful master of Acacia and successor to the insider Diadora, I promise to crush the power of interference"

It was about the moment that the space strained.

Whether you reacted to the vows or to the forces, the melted forces gather within the lake waters.

The water was slightly sagging and tremors were transmitted to the air. It converges into Oscar's hands as the tide draws.

When he slowly pulled his right hand out of the water - there was a wave of sword held.

Acacia with no different dimensions.

Seeing that long sword familiar to his hands, they all flaunt.

Tinasha is shaking her shoulders about too much. Oscar laughed at her like a prank.

"I just wanted you to live with me. This is mine, so I hope they take it back."

With that said, shaking Acacia gently, the sword happens to be sucked into Oscar's palm. quickly dropped off the sword that disappeared into his body, looking around the underground lake that had lost its power, Tinasha

"You really are... out of standard!

And he shouted in a mix.

"Here for sure?

"I don't."

Will nodded at my sister's immediate response.

From the residual incense of magic that remained in Minnedad's fortress, she traced the operator from the village she was attacked the other day to a forest closer to the border. Already on the forest table, with their contact, an army led by Wang would have begun formations.

The two had no other escort, and they had laid an invisible bond behind the woods to get their hands on it.

Only two royalties, in other countries, sound helpless. But in Falsus, it means a thousand. Will naturally agreed to my father's words, "I'm going to put a triad on you, so do what's at stake."

He waits for time when he regains his unfamiliar sword pattern.

The atonement for the failure was necessarily meant to be fulfilled.

Following a call from Fistria, Oscar looked out at the woods, which seemed distant.

This time he is on the front lines, but the actual command is left to the three children. It is also Lewis who moves the troops on the table.

Being his youngest brother, he also has quite a sword arm, but it doesn't extend to Will. Born in the first place with comparable powers to witches, he doesn't have much strength because he is a man whose body is less familiar with magic. So I usually fight most of the time as a magician, and I only have the sword for protection.

It is Will who will succeed Acarsia and become king.

Ten thousand people admit that. Neither do the two sisters.

But there's something about Will himself that makes me feel the drawback that he's not a regular child.

This is such an arrow-tipped case. Failure is unacceptable for my brother's sake. Lewis, fifteen, was nervous about deceiving his assigned role.

The Spirit who was his mother is not here. I don't know if he was watching or sleeping back in the castle somewhere, but I guess he decided he didn't need it. And no one was to blame for it.

"Well, let's go"

Following the young prince's life, his men began to encircle the small forest in a semi-circular fashion. Never a large number. It's a group of about thirty soldiers and a half dozen magicians who can't even be called army.

The formation, in the dual sense that there was no way of spreading the deprivation of Acacia to a large number of people, and that even so many people could cross with a full party of spiritualists, narrowed its distance dignified so as to show it to those lurking in the woods.

Behind Lewis on the horse, a red-haired girl appears.

"I've seen it. Approximately fifty magicians are opponents? There are about twenty spiritualists. I don't know where you've been hiding, but you've collected quite a few."

The boy raised an eyebrow at the report.

If there are twenty spiritualists, it is possible to wage war with one country.

It is recorded that there are about the same number of spiritual magicians who once mobilized in the war against Tayri by independent Kuskul. It is odd that a spiritualist, barely on the table of history, reappeared in a group over a period of decades, or perhaps that has nothing to do with the fact that his mother, the witch, stood on the table of history and disappeared.

She moved the times, for better or worse, and burned its vibrant presence into the world. All magicians and spiritualists would have had some particular emotion for her appearance, the most powerful witch, spiritualist and last queen of the magical powers.

Lewis didn't even let the slightest tension go outside. He has an invincible grin on his beautiful face that is somewhat similar to his mother's.

As the boy drew his father and horse side by side into the woods, causing the circle of siege to gradually shrink, a voiceless voice hung from the woods.

"That's it, Your Highness. We're not going to hurt you."

Lewis is the only human being on this occasion called His Highness. To his words to himself, the boy frowned. A glance at the Father King, but Oscar just smiled bitterly.

Lewis opens his mouth as an authorized man.

"Even if you don't intend to, here it is. I'm not going to miss the fact that I've planted a nondescending sawdust on Falsus."

The opponent seemed for a moment timid by the disturbing content of the boy who answered without precipitation. But I hear a reply that I can forgive immediately.

"You, who inherit the blood and spirits of the orthodox Trudar, are the one who should be our king. And your country does not need an abominable sword. Isn't it?

"Acacia is the symbol of Falsus. It is my brother who should be king."

I have a feeling of parallel lines. Oscar finally laughed with his nose at the enemy's intentions he saw.

It's the opposite of when Tinasha was killed four years ago. This time the magicians weighed the origin of the witch and tried to lift her blood-drawing Lewis to the king, eliminating Acacia, a conflicting force.

Once upon a time when Oscar proposed to the witch, he was scattered that the witch and Akersia were incompatible, but the distortion still occasionally appeared. It's honestly painful to let the kids carry that. But they didn't seem to take it for granted.

Lewis laughs with both ends of his lips raised.

"What is the doomed country, by the way? I am a child of this country born in Falsus. I'm afraid my mother will reject you, you coward who's been lurking... and I'll reward you, so be prepared."

I guess the boy's provocation was a star. The forest quieted back to silence.

Lewis ignores it and tells the surrounding area. I approached the forest as it was. A hurried and irritating voice returns.

"Don't you have to have Acacia back?

"Then it's here"

A breathtaking sign was conveyed to the king's sword, which had been silent until now, without words.

Only one sword in the world. Then they would have thought that one of them was a phony. Oscar, who naturally knows that, gave people a bad grin.

"You can hit me if you doubt it. If you regret failing, you'd better stay alive, wouldn't you?

"... an abominable Acacian swordsman...!

I guess I knew it was a provocation but couldn't help but be sure. Black flames whirl and boil from the woods. Oscar crushed it with a flash of acacia as he moved the horse slightly forward through the magic that came straight to him.

The definitive power of the king.

In contrast to the Falsas who boast of it, they must be confused as to whether what they took was fake.

Lewis nodded as he checked his father's eyes. Point to the woods as you strain your composition.

"Now… let's begin the slaughter"

The coldest of the three children, the boy who would later support his brother as a schemer advanced his horse himself when he said so.

In the woods, in an instant, magic became a flying battlefield.

The magic of the ban on transfers was laid by Lewis, and a flavor that sealed the magical retreat had to be fought while preventing magic from being infiltrated from outside the woods by their own junctions.

The magical aftermath knocks down the trees and the fire burns up. The damage to the forest means that the wall that protects them will peel off as it is.

But they did not think they would be utterly defeated, even in distress. No matter how powerful Lewis is or how real Acacia is over there, we think we have enough strength to stick with them.

They took a slight breath when fog was generated in a strip by powerful spiritual magic.

"What's going on! I did tell you I've been stealing Acacia!?

"Well, it's supposed to be... because if you have this, you can't use magic..."

"Then what did King Falsus have!

They were trying to eliminate the sword, which should also be called the magician's natural enemy, and revive the ancient and venerable magical powers, biting at what was at the heart of the plan, but not realizing that it was misperceived in the first place.

He thought that Lewis was jealous that his brother, the son of the side chamber, would reign instead of himself, and that he would hate the old Farsus system and become their flag, even more so if he had murdered his mother with unjust repentance.

But it was shaken by a slight rejection.

- If it's true, I wanted to make contact with his mother, the witch.

But Lewis was right, and his plans had slipped away because he was afraid the witches would reject him.

I can't pull back anymore. First, then, they agreed that it was from the exclusion of his father, the king.

Huge configurations are arranged for a few people.

It is a kind of evil law of entering the human body in mist and eroding the body from within. Once in the body, you can identify the person and manipulate him to some extent. It may also be possible to kill the king and puppet Lewis if we do well.

The configuration they completed was directed in the direction of the enemy forming. That's when we put magic through the configuration - but two figures jump in from behind us who weren't alert.

Young men and women.

The man heads straight for the magician with Acacia in his arms.

He cut off the three magicians who stood along the way in an instant with their feet unstoppable. On the blood, the magician who finally returned to me forms a chant of attack.

But the magic was dispelled before it reached the man.

"Sweet? Who are you selling fights to?

An unforgettably beautiful woman laughs with pleasure once she sees it.

Dark eyes on long black tea hair. It's the princess! The magician man, who almost screamed, was slashed in the neck with a blow from a young man who had stepped in at a terrible rate. The swordsman bathed in return blood fleshly presses against the pale magician while holding the acacia.

The magic that was supposed to be launched into the Falsas changed direction and was released to the swordsman, almost at the same time as he waved his sword and amputated the magician's arms and grabbed Acacia.

Back under its original owner, Acacia smashes a huge composition with its cutting-edge.

Will scolded the magician who was about to strike his magic out of the blind spot with a flash of Acacia. Seeing the sinking light in his eyes, he sees them remaining.

"How could you do this... at the expense of a innocent girl"

"Because you will kill us with that sword!

"If I were to live in peace, I would have protected you too!!

"Will."

A cold voice of Fistria reaches his absurd brother.

a moment of silence. She showed the magicians who became hostile with their shapely jaws.

"They are already rebels. So show your strength."

Correctness and strength are sometimes cruel.

Will is well aware of that.

But he's the one who has to carry it.

What stands above must not be weak. No matter how deeply wounded or beaten to despair heavier than death, the carved wound must stand as a force.

Once he lays down his blue eyes, just like his father's, but much more gentle than that, he drops his eyes on the glow of Acacia.

And when he looked up again, there was nothing lost there at the earliest.

"Welcome back"

The witch who waited in the king's private room smiled when she saw him coming home.

A smile like a flower is not at all the same as it was at the time of our marriage. Oscar remembered the relief that lightened his shoulder load and sat straight in the chair as he lifted her standing at the window.

"How was it?

"No problem."

An army of magicians was lightly destroyed.

It is that more than half of them were exchanged by Will with Acacia. The magicians who were distracted by the Falsus forces on the table suddenly flirted with the two of them, especially Will, who jumped inside.

The battle, where there was an excessive difference in numbers when it came to random warfare, was a one-sided battle situation when a swordsman of sobering skill suddenly appeared in close proximity. Of course that's not all, there's nothing we can do about it because Will had his sister, the witch, as his guardian. All the magicians who tried to fight him were killed, except for a dozen who surrendered.

Thus the case came to an abrupt end, as it had begun.

"Damn...... Will is going to have a hard time"

"It's intense around you. But he's the only one who can stand up there. That's all there is to it. He's the darkest heir to your blood."

"Really?

"They're unconscious."

Tinasha laughed ridiculously.

When Will abandons his strays, his strength lines up with his father. His upright power and kindness will work well to rule the country.

And just as Tinasha supported her husband, his sister and brother support him. Tinasha thinks it would be nice if the generations changed and the times changed but some things didn't change that way.

Even if the battle is endless from this world, I wish hundreds of years later the lights of the houses were shaking in the evening.

Because every time I look at it, she does make me happy.