Unnamed Memory

When we arrived in that town, it was already late at night.

The investigation took the inn the next day, and when he wakes up in the morning, he gently slaps the next woman on the head.

I know it's futile, but I still do, because this would be like a morning ritual.

She fell asleep and shrunk extra. I don't even feel like waking him up any more. When he leaves the bedroom, he starts to dominate.

That was enough to get him in shape for the outing, and he called out to the woman who remained asleep.

"I'm going around. Stay awake by the time you get back."

No reply.

It would also be unlikely if you heard it.

Still, when he left the inn, he walked out on his own to explore what was not a big town.

On a sunny morning, vibrancy was beginning to emerge in the working people.

It is a city near the border and far from the streets, but it does not mean that it is so frivolous. Rather, it seems that travellers visit regularly, based on the fact that there are many shops.

Oscar moves forward with a grasp of the town's geography. A little north of this town there must be a castle of lords.

But we must gather information by the time we get there directly. No matter how close they say their time is to infinity, they should hold back where they should be.

Who should I catch him from and listen to him - that's what I thought. He was stopped by an outdoor merchant when he stepped out of the square.

Probably because he was dressed as a traveler because he saw it. The merchant man comes to show ornaments spread over cloth, etc.

"What do you say? Even if it looks like this, it's a mix of things worth it."

"Sure. This is good work inside."

Oscar takes a bracelet with a red stone on it.

Aged but polite designs may have been made by artisans of nobility.

The merchant grinned at him as he twirled it in his hand.

"Actually, that's a proverbial product. Once upon a time, it was said that King Falsus, who married a witch, gave it to the Queen."

"I don't remember that."

Oscar smiled unexpectedly, but its sincerity naturally does not pass on to the merchant. The man laughed and waved at a guest who still looked good old enough to say he was a boy.

"Well, there's something more affordable for people as old as your customers. This way or something."

"No good. I liked this. Let's have it."

"Heh!? It's worth it."

"Pay the word. How much?"

The man was surprised, but decided he must be in a good position out of what the boy did and the atmosphere. When I say the price, he pays me without difficulty.

The boy who missed his bracelet had a somewhat pranky smile on his face.

But as soon as he narrows his blue eyes and turns off his grin, he dives into his voice and asks the man.

"By the way, I need to ask you something about the Lord of the North, okay?

That's what the boss said. There can't be a no.

The man answered his question with a smooth conversation characteristic of the merchant when he nodded two or three times.

Tinasha, we have souvenirs.

Returning to the inn, the boy pulled the ear of a woman still sleeping nagging on the sleeping table.

After a few seconds, she groans and opens her eyes.

"Good morning......"

"Don't you have magic or something to force you to wake up?

"Ugh."

She seems to be trying to get up, even as she roars. Oscar fitted the bracelet he had bought when he slowly took the rampaging arm.

Tinasha looks up and stares at it.

"What's wrong, this"

"They say I gave it to you back in the day."

"........................... I can't remember, sorry"

"I don't remember either."

The woman tilts her neck properly. Laughing at that trick that resembled a cat, Oscar explained to him where the bracelet came from.

She laughs bitterly when she gets an understanding.

"I was stunned. I thought you'd forgotten."

"I bought it because it was funny and it was good workmanship"

"Thank you"

She finally woke up there.

Are you going to take a bath in the water, drag the hanging cloth down the bunk? When she was still sleepy and curled along the way, she metastasized and disappeared, apparently giving up walking with it.

"You haven't made any progress at all," Oscar murmurs when he laughs small, dropping off his disappearing back in the air.

But the voice of the word was full of deep affection.

Upon welcoming the selfish witch, Oscar organized the information he had gained while bringing a late breakfast into the room.

She nods several times with her mouth on the soup.

"Is it a painting that meets the dead? It's kind of a subtle story."

"They used to belong to kids in town. You think I got it for my deceased mother? The lord took it and hustled it all over the place. If you get me a full reward, I'll let you see the dead."

"You kind of want to hit me, that lord"

"Whatever you want."

When Oscar smiled bitterly, he layered the finished dishes briefly. Mouth the tea.

"What do we do? I know it's different, but you want to make sure?

"Right...... shall we talk to that child too and go to the lord and see? If you get paid, you get to see it."

Oscar agrees gently with Tinasha.

Currently a pair without any identity, but not having any trouble with the money at all.

Nothing. I didn't take my fortune out of the castle, because I'm doing things like being asked to crusade demons and unearth sealed treasures and sell them and adventurers everywhere.

When the tower was originally removed and a hall was built deep inside the former Turdar territory, it also moves the property that had been stored in Tinasha as a witch.

It seems that Oscar can't help but enjoy this self-sufficient life in character, but Tinasha had to teach him a lot of things, such as in the first days of his journey, where some parts of the world were unknown.

Now it also follows the board, rather as much as she is told a novel.

"Do you understand that kid's house?

"I know."

"It helps."

When they split the dishes and cleaned them up, they left the overnight inn behind.

The child lost his father early and lived together with his mother.

But his mother, too, died when he was eight. That's when she told the kid, "If you look at this painting on the moon and night, you'll see me," and she left a small landscape painting.

It was a dubious story, but the child, alone, believed my mother's words and peered into the painting.

- And there, undoubtedly, I reunited with my mother.

The child became thrilled to look forward to seeing her mother every night.

But a lord who leaked the story came one day and apparently took it by force of the painting.

Eventually, rumors began to circulate widely as "paintings that can reunite the dead".

After being alone, the child, living with the help of a neighborhood store, looked round at the two men and women who had suddenly visited themselves during the store number.

"You mean that painting?

"That's right. I want you to tell me more about what it was like."

To the grinning beauty, the child named Emil turned a dewy gaze of hostility as well. I spit and throw it away as I turned away.

"You want to see the dead, too? All you have to do is go to your lord and pile up the money. Don't ask me."

"There's no one else I want to see. Just wondering what kind of painting it was."

Tinasha has a calm grin without evil.

Something there. Did you feel different from the humans you've been before, Emil eventually began to talk about it in a pompous way.

"It's just a landscape painting. There is a forest and a lake. It's not such a big picture."

"Where does your mother show up?

"On the lake. Stand up...... laughed and spoke to me"

"I see."

She thought of something when she put her finger on her chin. Dark eyes stare at the boy.

It's like an eye that sticks through your skin and sees deep down. Emil had instinctive fears in that gaze.

But it also melts like spring snow when she recreates her smile.

"What are you asking me about this, but why did your mother die?

"With illness. It wasn't long because my body wasn't very tough."

"What about the body?

"Put it in a coffin, in a joint cemetery in the woods..."

Anxiety and vigilance waver at Emil's expression. What does that have to do with anything? But the woman seemed convinced by it. When I thanked him and bought some of the merchandise from the store, I went back next to the man who was waiting behind me.

When she looked back at Emil with a slightly pitiful eye, she asked in a clear voice.

"Would you like to see your mother?

"It's......... if I can see you, I want to see you"

The words of a boy like a drop falling into a lake.

That would be how he feels to be honest.

Humans who wish the same thing should be like mountains on the continent.

And that's why Tinasha was uncomfortable with an emotional lord in love with the dead.

She smiles and waves and leaves the store with Oscar.

"Then I'll let you see him"

the word as a first goodbye greeting.

A soul is a vessel that dissipates naturally when it dies.

Speaking of exceptions, can only the soul be retained using a curse and become a mass of power with no personality whatsoever... or only two heterogeneities in the world.

There can be no such thing as meeting the dead.

But there are also a few spells in the world that allow things to be impossible.

And the two of them, whose purpose is to search for and destroy them, known as "the curse of the outsiders," are also - the curse of this world that no one has to be.

Kefas, a small lord of the Farsas North, welcomed new guests that evening.

Two men and women still young. The servant first tried to pay them up front, like his sister and brother.

Too few too young customers have money. Such a human being visits the Kefas Hall most of the time in a direct manner and becomes the feather of rejection and turning back. He lives like a royal nobleman, ruling a territory that is neither vastly rich nor vast, because of the money that humans who come to see his paintings bring. I can't leave you to the poor.

Both of them were about to be driven away as unqualified guests by the traveler's outfit, but Kefas himself, who happened to pass there, welcomed the two.

- The reason is for the unparalleled beauty of a woman, no matter what.

The woman who looked around twenty was more beautiful and more seductive than any woman Kefas knew.

This has nothing to do with her trying to take the money herself. Some people would want to get her even if they paid a few times their usual rewards. The man with him can be deluded in any way. You just have to kill him if you can't.

"I wanted to see a picture of meeting the dead."

The boy who said so has a strange intimidation and style.

Could it be nobility or something? Kefas looked at him with an exploratory gaze.

"Of course the painting is here. But if you want to see it, you can't stop looking at it, so..."

"Should I pay you? Is that enough for you?

Inside the leather bag offered by the boy, a handful of gemstones were packed unconstructively.

Every one of them is worth something that ordinary people can't even see in their lifetime. After all, they were good people out of their homes. Kefas nodded breathlessly.

"It is sufficient. This way, please."

A woman followed the boy who was led by the master of the mansion to Eagle Deep.

Kefas thought about accompanying the guards for a moment, but he's a young pair and he's not armed. You won't be in a bad mood by being careful with your imprisonment.

The lord looks back at the two as he walks down the long corridor.

"Are you two sisters and brothers?

"No, this is my wife"

"Huh!?

To my surprise, Kefas stopped on his feet. Seriously look at the two of you.

It would be three or four years old to say that the difference in years is indeed apart. Examples of women being older and still married despite boys are rare in upstream households. But still uncomfortable would be why such a couple wander around dressed like travellers.

The boy laughs grownups bitterly as to whether he has read the question from Kephas' gaze.

"I travel with hobbies. Never mind."

It would be rude to pry any further than that. The lord starts guiding again when he smiles socially.

The room with the painting is the one behind the mansion.

Kefas uses the keys to open the three doors and enters the last room.

The painting hanging on the wall is certainly not large. It was such a landscape painting that even children were likely to hold it in their arms.

Precisely painted paintings of woods and lakes. The woman looks forward and peeks into the painting.

"Call the name of the person you want to meet, and look at him with your figure in mind"

Kefas, who explained alot like a poet, was surprised, however, that the woman, who wondered if she was immersed in sentiment, looked back with an ironic grin. A boy asks his wife.

"What do you say?

"It's off. But you do have leftover incense."

"Oh man. You want to take every painting?

"Um, you're lost. Shall we let the parties decide?"

An understandable conversation.

But Kefas understood their words and changed their blood phase. I raise my voice to call for an escort.

But his scream clogged his throat.

A boy stuck a long sword in his neck to see where he had it. The invincible look on his face is brilliant.

The lord was at war.

"I won't until I take my life. I just want this painting back."

"Duh, thief..."

"Which one is the thief? Thieves are thieves, whether they take it by force or power."

Turning her gaze from the boy who throws up uncomfortably, the woman is drawing down from the wall.

The woman, holding the painting in her arms and looking back, carved a gruesome grin on her lips.

"If you use the Demon Clan with your own personal greed, you'll get a full payback. Give yourself up."

- It's all been seen through.

Kefas moved his breath constantly as he turned and turned pale.

"What are you..."

"Whatever they say. I don't know."

"What is it?"

Men and women who have a pleasant conversation.

Seeing a slightly drawn sword, Kefas froze in amazement.

"A, Acacia......"

"What, do you know this? Then we talk fast. If you've stained yourself, don't imitate this crap again. Stay away from that kid."

Pale intimidation is overflowing with intimidation.

The lord shook his head hard and vertically like a broken doll.

The woman with the painting returns next to it.

She gave me a smile that I would fall in love with if not at a time like this.

"I said I'd hit you."

"Whatever you want."

In recognition of the boy's bitter smile, the woman waves her fine arms.

Kefas, who decided on the power and readiness of the woman in question, was, however, gently jumped and passed out at the next moment by an invisible force.

Emil was surprised to see the men and women of the day come again at night.

What was more surprising was that they had a picture of their mother taken. "I've got it back," the boy said, hugging the painting offered with trembling hands.

Tinasha, who watched the condition with soft eyes, whispers as she strokes Emil's head.

"So, what do you do? Do you live with your mother? Are you here?

"... Huh?

What the hell is she talking about?

My mother is dead. I still remember the feeling of touching my cold cut body.

And then also the joy when I reunited with my mother in the picture.

She grinned bitterly at the boy mixed with confusion and frustration. Stand back and gaze at each other.

"Please calm down and listen. Your mother is not dead. I just went home to my original habitat. Your mother is a water demon. You inherit half that blood."

There is not much but not no love at all between demons and humans.

Water demons with a particularly beautiful appearance and burning in human warmth often fall in love with people and follow them away from the water field.

But it won't last long either. If you leave the original water field for ten years, the water demon will be debilitated and dead. So Emil's mother left him and went back to the lake. Put down a painting with spiritual magic so you can have a conversation even if you're away.

"That painting is not a painting where you can talk to the dead. It's a painting that connects to your mother. The lord was only making you feel safe, threatening your mother, and causing the bewitching to bewitch you."

Both Oscar and Tinasha soon realized that Emil was not a pure person.

They've met water demons before. Based on that, it's not hard to guess the truth.

Talking about her mother being buried won't be hard to make people think she's dead either. The water demon doesn't have a body temperature by nature. I just solved the mental magic that made me feel like I had a temperature.

Tinasha can't swallow right away or stares at Emil, who is stunned.

"Before I got here, I talked to your mother a little bit, and she said you left silently because you're a human being with people's blood. You can count on this painting from now on. You can live here as you've always lived, or you can cross it near the lake where your mother lives. Talk to your mother about what to do and decide for yourself."

If you want to live by the lake, I'll write you a letter of introduction, adding that one of the witches, who only left traces of existence in the earliest miga, smiled like a flower under the moon.

"It's off again after all."

"That's something that's not going so well. If it's out of this continent, it's just beyond our reach."

"There is as much time as there is. I have a lot of fun."

Tinasha blew out small on Oscar's expression, which I really understand what he's saying. Gently lean over and tangle your fingers.

"I feel good about wanting to meet someone who's dead. That's what I thought when I lost you, too."

An emotion that's too big.

In a whisper with unforgettable loss, Oscar stroked his wife's head as she smiled bitterly.

- - They are never immortal, which is a curse.

Once you lose one wing, you have to wander around the world waiting even for it until the other person comes back.

The years of solitude can be years or decades. But still, I'm sure you'll be just as happy to see me again. Being two brings salvation to a never-ending journey in itself.

On a dragon flying through the night sky, the two run across the continent in a conversation with no other love.

Their footprints are not noted in the table of history at the earliest.

But people who do know them are also sometimes left in the world.

In a month's time, a boy with a Falsus royal crested reference will visit the lakeside detachment and begin to live as an apprentice gardener.

The boy never knew the two names after all.

But at the same time he forgot them for the rest of his life.