Unnamed Memory

"I'm going to go buy some herbs"

That's why she went out. As usual, with a smile as usual.

"In the city? Are you all right on your own?

"I'm fine. I'm not a kid. Besides, you're not interested in your herbs, are you?

"I can hold as much baggage as I can"

Tinasha laughed happily when he returned it. Show me clear eyes that won't change after decades.

But she left the mansion saying, "I don't have that much luggage."

- And you know what, I didn't come home at night.

She was more afraid than anything that her spirit would get tired.

It is an endless journey, therefore, in advance of an infinite time.

Once she had crossed eternal times by herself, I guess she knew the length of time itself was the pressure exerted on a person's spirit. He didn't say it in his mouth, but he looked scared, wondering if one day he would abandon himself.

But it's just a worry. He is the only one who knows about it. He said he could stand this infinity because he was with her.

What keeps the spirit is never the separation that strikes them from time to time, but the very time they stack up loosely.

He whispers to her every night about how important it is to be together.

She smiled happily, but still

Three days after Tinasha went missing, Oscar went around all the city herbalists she was likely to go to.

But all the answers that come back are the same "no such guests have come". Her appearance, however bad it may be, is remarkable. I guess so if you haven't come.

When the frustration was about to reach its critical point, but Oscar finally went to testify that he saw her.

"You just ran out of stock of the medicinal herbs the guy wanted. I said that it would arrive from the castle capital in three hours, and I said, 'I want to go home soon, so I'll go to the castle capital myself'. I was surprised, but the magician who could use the metastasis told me about the store."

"What is the castle capital? The castle capital of Falsus?

That is the capital of the country they once ruled.

Falsus, who had also begun to be known as a magical power for decades, had suddenly attacked his neighbor a few months ago to destroy it, causing the two frowns who had told him the story.

"To the castle capital...? No way."

They rarely go to the castle capital.

That's because behind the castle are portraits of generations of kings and wives, including their portraits. It would be troublesome in the unlikely event that the person who saw the portrait would be able to develop his or her identity, and most importantly, Falsus is no longer their country. I have my own thoughts, but I'm not willing to interfere in national politics unless there's so much going on, and that won't happen in the future.

But Oscar will soon be translating this idea.

That was two hours later when I heard the story of "the woman was taken to the castle" at the medicinal herb shop in the castle I followed.

"Wake up. You'll hear me. Queen Trudar, Tinasha's husband."

The low voice was a strong magical thing.

It bounces back against the four remaining statues of the Spirit arranged in a circle.

Oscar, who had entered the garden of the castle's back palace, was beginning to feel quite anxious that Tinasha's magic would not be felt. There is no doubt that she came to the castle. Because the pharmacist's master did tell me that he "rode the king's carriage".

But I can't find a woman with strong magic by that time, no matter how many exploratory configurations I put together to look for. This would mean that the magic is sealed with extra force. So instead of relying on his unfamiliar configurations, he decided to wake up the spirits she was serving and rely on them.

"Get up. I don't mind a short time. Listen to my life."

Spirits that are inherently used with complex configurations.

But two stone statues changed shape loosely, whether they were pushed by the wrapped authority and magic of a man. It turns into a person's appearance while I look at it.

The two spirits of old knowledge, Cal and Mira, weighed the formalities or knelt before the Oscars. Over that head he lets down his orders.

"Sorry it's been so long, but look for Tinasha. We lost him in this castle."

"... I don't think I'm in this castle anymore. I can't feel the magic."

"What? You guys too?

"The other spirits are moving now. I'm going to tighten them up. Orders."

"Okay. Don't choose the means. Take his place to me.... Go."

The demonic tribe who looked like a young man and a girl with their voices disappears from the spot.

But the answer they brought home shortly, which was superior among the twelve spirits present, was - the worst that could be assumed.

The large room closed all the windows despite the day and everything was buried in the dark. He frowns at the smell as soon as he opens the door.

She was in the middle of the room looking for me. The light slipping through the door illuminates some of the long dark hair.

The hair spread across the floor was messily intertwined. Not just that. Something stiffens that hair to the floor.

"Give me the light"

"He said I shouldn't look."

Give it to me.

On repeated orders Cal gave up and gave birth to a photosphere. White light floats her whole body.

A woman, beautified as a witch, as the last queen, and as queen, had fallen there to lie down.

A sea of black, hardened blood is intertwining her. I guess I was rarely stabbed, the white magic clothes were stained with blood for most of them.

Oscar stares unchanged at his wife from the spot. I heard Mira whimpering slightly behind her back.

"... why?

"I hear the queen was brought to the castle at the king's request. The seal was embedded and the king threatened to kill other royal magicians, but refused to do so"

"Why do you need to kill me?"

"I don't know. Now the king seems crazy."

Nodding at Cal's answer... but he already knew he didn't care what it was.

Whatever the reason, she's already dead. It's been destroyed so much that it's no longer there.

Oscar kneels beside her wreck. When I took off my jacket and wrapped around her body, which was unharmed, I held her up softly.

Close your eyes and embrace your cold body.

She was above all afraid that her spirit would get tired.

So that's what he was laughing at when he said that death and reunion also made sense.

But was it not mere consolation to overcome despair? For the pain of losing half your body and wandering the world thirsty.

The sudden coming loss beats them too long. If you don't think it makes sense there, you can't stand the empty years.

- But you won't get the real answer for the time being anymore.

She's gone by herself.

Oscar held his wife's remains and remained silent for a long time, but eventually when he stood up, he deposited his body with Mira. I command the confused Spirit to "cleanse me".

"Where are you going?

"I'm gonna ask you why you killed this"

"Why... there's no such thing! More and more people are still being killed! That's the kind of guy he is!

Massacres are taking place in the Great Hall at this moment as well.

Even the other royals cannot do anything to the Mad King, the master and overwhelming swordsman of Acacia.

Cal suppressed her, though, for trying to sue the anomaly to a man who was king several generations ago.

"Mira, watch your mouth. Now that man is king."

"Because..."

"I don't mind. As soon as it's answered, we'll have a replacement soon."

A sword that is not inherently two in the world.

With another concealed wave in his hand, Oscar pushes open the door of the great hall, which he reached with a face that can be described as quiet.

And the madman king in history was abolished by death from the throne by the sword of a man who lay at the source of his blood.

Tinasha, beautifully organized by Mira and forced to change into a white dress, was beautiful enough.

With that body, Oscar looks up at the big portrait.

A woman sitting next to him in the frame smiling happily.

How long ago would it have been before I had this painting done? He remembered with nostalgia the memory of when the child had not yet been born.

Neither of them knew their perversion at the time. We stayed together without knowing. He still did not know despair and took her existence for granted. He now knows just how ignorant happiness it was. I just forget about it from time to time and remember it with loss.

When Oscar dropped his eyes on the poor dead face in his arms, he put his strength into the arms he held up. I command the Spirit to refrain beside me.

"Bake it."

"Painting? Are you sure?"

"Oh. I don't need it anymore."

You won't need her smile or anything else he won't see anymore. I don't even have kids now. No one can recall her from that smile.

The painting slowly begins to burn as Oscar turns his heel back.

Eventually, when the flame was gone without leaving a single burning stain on the wall, the king with the witch was also disappearing from the long corridor.