Unnamed Memory

A room behind the castle. It is not permitted to enter there without the permission of the master of the room. Even if he is the king of this country.

Ezle gently knocks on the bedroom door over the reception room. What I heard back was about five minutes after I started knocking on the door.

"annoying"

The door opens on its own with short words. As he stepped inside a few steps, the voice of a cuddly woman was thrown across the large room, from behind the ceiling.

"What can I do for you?

"Marquis Vasela has asked me to mediate a dispute with the other Marquis. I want you to look through my petition."

"I'll be there in thirty minutes"

Ezr only says "please" and returns his heel.

I really want to exchange more words. I want to see her face. But that's something I'm not allowed to do.

Even staying in this room more than you need to buy her an unhappiness. So he left the room promptly and closed the door.

"The Shadow Princess," she is called as such.

I guess that's what they say because her name is unknown and because Ezr weighs on her and doesn't marry the Queen.

But the truth is far from it. He laughs bitterly as he returns without a confession in the hallway.

She is not a "pet princess" but a "queen".

A ruler who holds him on the throne and keeps this country in motion with brilliant extraction of power.

He, on the other hand, is, so to speak, an immature king raised by her, who does not even come into contact with her body.

Only one civilian educated by her, just like him, is dealing with her without fear.

"Not quite... unlikely to arrive"

Perhaps she will be gone one day. I don't know when that will happen.

So as soon as possible before then, he must raise himself and his subordinates.

I knew it, but moving one country is heavy labor. Still, I guess he was lucky to just get her help.

Ezr walks alone down the long corridor. It was a little after thirty minutes that she would come down the same hallway.

"Sleepy. I can't help it"

"Wake up, Mr. Tina. It's a pile of work."

"Do half of it."

"Yes, sir."

When Maurau split the paperwork in half, Tinasha stretched out while stuck to her desk.

- It's not painful to work, but it's hard to be woken up. If you lose your mind, you're going to fall asleep again.

Still, unlike when I was just coming to this castle, her load has also been greatly reduced lately.

Educated since he was at Castle Fort, Maureau was steadily wearing first-rate clerical skills and was now a man who had to be in the castle.

Meanwhile, I've tried to educate Ezr once and for all, but this one hasn't borne much fruit. I guess it was true that there was no talent in politics.

Long-living Tinasha has seen many kings excel in both political and military affairs before, but the majority of kings do not. Most of the time I leave what I cannot do to my subordinates.

It's troublesome that I have to take charge of that now, but if I crush the anxiety element both domestically and internationally, I'll be able to afford and remain at peace for a few more decades even if she leaves the castle.

"Tina, if you say so, it's almost Castle Capital festival."

"Really? I think I'll sleep all day."

"You'll be a mushroom. Now that my literary opponent is coming to the festival, I'm going to show you around the city!

"I feel sorry for them, too."

I thought Wentong had a pretty plain taste in aristocratic habits, but this kind of thing would be for each person.

Tinasha swallows the stretch as she glances through the paperwork.

"There are also events in the castle, and why don't Tina take a look around"

"Shit. Sleepy."

I'm simply sleepy right now, but she answers unwillingly and gets to work.

It was about a year since I came to this castle.

While I wanted to be irrelevant, she also looked at some of the festive paperwork.

Starting with arrangements about city security, VIP protection, and invitees from other countries, to swordsmanship competitions and magician research presentations that are opened using the castle grounds. As she rolled through the paperwork one after the other and held onto the main points, she focused her attention on the last one, the Magic Research Presentation and the item of partial opening of library materials.

Tinasha rarely uses magic in this castle except for herself. For this reason, many people do not know herself that she is a magician, but I am a little concerned about what the current court magician is studying. Tinasha kept it in her memory to go and see if she had time.

Processing the paperwork with her signature, she turns a blind eye to the schedule until the festival.

- Another year. It's like it wasn't long, a very long time.

I wonder what he's doing in that castle fort by now.

I didn't want to interfere with it and find out, but I wish this time in this country that she keeps was meaningful to him at all.

When Tinasha cleans up all her morning work, she returns to her room to regain her sleep.

I guess this way sleeping longer than a year ago also means that the replacement talent is growing.

So she can sleep without exchanging anything.

Still, there are things that happen once every three days that are not planned.

The bedroom door is slammed wide.

This beating would be Moreau. Only Ezr and Maurau are giving permission to enter the reception room where her boundaries are stretched.

I tried to ignore him for five minutes because he was sleepy, but he never tires of knocking on the door.

It was Tinasha who ended up losing her roots, and she said, "Give it up!" I magically opened the door.

"Tina, please get dressed and come out. Your Majesty wants me to show you my face at the festival."

"Don't wake me up for that reason! Say no!"

"Then meet my correspondent."

"I don't like it."

"It's the middle of the festival today. Mr. Tina, you said you were going to see the magician's research presentation."

"Uh..............."

I totally forgot. That's what I thought. I forgot because it rarely moves for personal use.

Tinasha wakes up on the sleeping table with her messy hair up. If you're going out in public, you'll have to be considerably more forthcoming.

"I'll be there in two hours."

"Faster!

"I'm tired. Stay out."

When she slaps Moreau, she pulls her sleeping body back and heads to the bathroom.

An hour and a half had already passed by the time I bathed and woke up, dressed in abbreviated dresses and wore a vale.

Going out into the hallway, Tinasha is surprised because there was still Moreau there.

"Wow. I'm glad you didn't wait."

"If I hadn't come after two hours, I'd have woken up twice."

"Trust what people say!

I wonder how free I have been waiting for such a thing. She started walking down the hallway of the castle alongside Maurau.

Tinasha, who doesn't want to show her face, is mostly wearing a vale in public.

That, coupled with the unknown of the name, had intrigued and frightened the castle humans.

The two plug into the corridor through the long corridor. Many people sat making seats on the wide terrace that stuck out of it. Inside you can also see the back of Ezle.

Tinasha tilted her neck to the sometimes boiling cheer from under the terrace.

"Is that something you're doing?

"Mr. Tina, you read the paperwork and forgot it from the edge. If you say so, Your Majesty has called for you, and let's go."

"I don't like it."

"Don't tell me. It's almost over, just for a moment."

"I don't like it... You know you don't like to come out."

"Well, well. I'd like you to meet my correspondent."

"I don't care wholeheartedly!

Why should I leave at such a place?

But there was no way that people would look back and not even be invited to Ezr, who noticed her.

On the surface stand the king and Tinasha sits next to him. In the square you can see from there, it seemed like some kind of tournament had just ended. The enthusiasm of excitement remains and still deeply dominates the neighborhood. Tinasha looked down over the vale at the soldiers rushing around to prepare the ground.

As the spectators gather their gaze, a general standing in the center of the square looks up to the king. Ezr stood up in response.

"It was brilliant. Let's give the winner the position of general and something he wants."

To the king's words, the general looks back at the person who stood behind him as he leaned aside. Looks like the winner. He thanked him for moving forward.

Tinasha opens her mouth flashly to the appearance. I couldn't figure out why he was here first.

"Give me hope. A status? A jewel?

He looks up to the king with dignity.

And he reached out his left hand without hesitation. Straight ahead, toward Tinasha next door.

"Take her."

Ninety years was a long time.

Much more than the four hundred years before I met him.

So I was glad to see him again. Words can't say enough. Very, very.

It is sad not to be loved. But that would only be a minor defect.

I have him.

Because that's all this world brightly changes color.

"Raju!"

It was not the king who answered the boy's wishes. The woman next door jumps off the terrace over the railing.

Raju laughed bitterly and waited for the woman to come running with her hem pulled backwards to see if the long dress was hard to run. I come in front of you. I hug her with my arms extended.

"Raju! How could you!

"Because it said in my letter that I was only asleep or angry. I came to pick you up."

"I was working!

"I know."

The boy took away the woman's vale. There are a few tears seeping into the dark eyes I haven't seen in a long time.

There was now no resistance to seeing those eyes nearby. I just have the thought of burning my chest.

In her arms she worked out over the course of the year she smiles as naive as a round of flowers. White hands accompanied his cheeks.

"Raju, I, I love you. Marry me."

"No."

"Bye."

He laughs at a woman screaming like a cat. I put my strength into my arms holding a luxurious body.

"I'll tell you because I'm the one who kept you waiting. - Marry me."

Heterogeneity, with only two people in the world, meets and breaks up over and over again.

That is how they overcome their spiritual weariness at a long time, stirring despair and hope together.

Tinasha blinked her black eyes at the unadorned proposal. Face to face and whisper.

"Is it okay with me? Really?"

"If Tinasha's okay with me,"

Returning a similar word, she smiled happily. stroke his little head. Raju looks up at the king.

The man standing on the terrace looked down at the two with a slightly unfortunate eye. But soon the emotions will disappear from the surface.

"Fine. Originally she is not under my control. Take whatever you want."

"Thank you"

Raju took his white hand as he lowered Tinasha, who was holding him up, to the ground. Her warm fingers gently grip back.

He still doesn't know how much this insignificant temperature will save them both. But I remember someday.

Right now, I just have her in front of me laughing happily.

The youngest boy in history to gain a general position at sixteen years of age, using the arm of a sword with no one to go out to the right, had a whispering ceremony with her a few days later.

The two men, who show enough ability to float even in times of peace, disappear from this country without any trace after six months.

And from there on out, we're talking about going to the shadows of history. heterogeneous stories, not people. The whole thing will not be on the record of any country.

This short story is only a small part of their happiness.

[Two-headed snake: END]