Unnamed Memory

Elsie, who had come to wake Rieschen, glanced at her lap on the sleeping table and saw a red dragon. Until two hours ago, there was no such thing. I wonder where the hell you got in from.

Elsie's face was drawn to fear, but Reeschen is stroking the dragon's throat without any resistance. That creature, who usually rarely showed up in public, looked happy with her eyes closed as if she were a cat or something.

"Is that what Mr. Reeschen keeps?

"No, I was awake."

"Then I will call for a guard, so stay... don't irritate me"

"Why?"

The princess asks the dark, lingering black eyes of drowsiness, filled with questions. The eyes of a child unsuitable for beauty stared at Elsie.

"Dangerous. Because I'll keep it."

"But"

"Please."

The dragon rings small as the plea goes.

Elsie was captured by the illusion that she was scolding a child who wanted to have a kitten. I think of the princess as pitiful. It revives earlier memories.

Anyway, she will be kept and killed in a room in the rear palace. It's just that a place that gets shut down has changed from its own castle to that of an enemy country. Even if luxury is possible, it is not free at all. When I thought so, I also wondered if it would be as good as a big, small dragon.

Elsie sighs deeply.

"Okay. But you can't take refuge if your majesty blames you."

"Yeah. I'll ask for it"

Reeschen nods. Is it because of your mind that you seemed to have a little smile on your mouth?

She keeps her flowery face close to the dragon.

"Nark."

and whispered in a clear voice.

Why did you defeat Anneli? The answer is only "because it was merely a first step".

Oltveen's real purpose is to make the big countries Kisk, or those big countries and Rozsark, more than equal. To do this, first of all, we got Anneli, one of the two smaller countries between Kisk and Rozsark. Anneli's cotton will not be as profitable, but it will also be a stable and good income. Once he had determined the details of his rule, such as taxes on the dependencies, he remembered another existence he had acquired with Anneli.

An unhealthy lean body. But she's beautiful enough to make up for it.

She said she was seventeen years old. But the femininity is not dusty. You look like a younger child or a more blooming woman.

- I'm a totally unbelievable person. Just a glimpse of that beauty is going to capture me.

If she can fill in the seventeen-year void and hold quite a few valves, you can sit in the main room and do it. That beauty will be visible next to him.

Oltween imagined her dressed up and smiled all the time. Get the next paperwork. There was a request that instead of the general who had died in the recent battle, the man who had been the squad leader should be newly elevated to the position of general.

"Is it Dita? You're young. You're my age."

The same twenty-four-year-old squad leader as Oltveen - whose superiority in the arms of the great sword had also reached the ears of the king. If there is a problem, it means that it was only last year that I was commissioned, but all I need is competent people for the upcoming Ross Circle.

Oltveen thought only a little, but signs the permit.

Reform is already everywhere. Civilians were also entrusted with important tasks and positions of any age if they were good, making it possible to work for the castle regardless of their original status.

The country itself is starting to run to respond to Oltween's ambitions. He finds that satisfactory.

Those who fall in peace do not deserve to keep standing on top. Even a number of major countries have experienced rise and fall in the last three hundred years, with the exception of Falsus and Gandona. No one can say that Ross Circ will not be added to it if it is. Oltveen has an invincible grin on his neat face.

An era of change was approaching the continent.

The window in the room given to Rieschen is much larger than that in Anneli's room.

She stared at the moon she could see from there.

- I was able to confirm all sorts of things in one day.

The task of matching objects with names gives her knowledge as if they were running. And also made her remember the strange feeling of knowing her name for the first time. I even feel that just being named has made it clear what I am.

It is true that she was born from the Queen of Anneli, but with unlikely hair and eye colours, was only defined as the unfavourable that had ever been demonic.

That's when the door to the room was knocked, and she looked back. "Your Majesty is here," the door opens a few seconds late to Elsie's voice.

The king, who had not seen her in half a day, gazed at her with a slight consternation in his blue eyes as he looked at Reeschen.

"I thought you were a beautiful woman, but you misjudged me"

"Thanks......"

Reeschen lowered his head and turned his gaze to the corner of the room remembering. There's a dragon sleeping there.

I realized what she was trying to say. Oltween laughed.

"The samurai told me. Whatever you want."

"Yes."

"You must be a beautiful blossoming flower. Doing so is the duty of a woman who serves the king."

Oltveen put his hand in his black silk hair as he stood in front of her.

The smooth touch is really seductive.

She looks up to the king without fear or flattery.

"During the day, I went to the samurai. I wonder what I should do as a princess."

"What did they say?

"Don't buy the king's unhappiness, tell him to listen to what he says"

"Exactly. Well, just being obedient is boring."

"Then should I hate you?"

"... what?

Words as if there were holes in a place where there was something to be.

Oltveen glances at the woman's eyes in front of her.

There's nothing there. I can't read it.

He softened into the darkness that seemed to fall if he stepped in.

And Oltween finds himself frustrated by the fact that he feels at war.

There was nature and strength in his voice.

"You can hate me if you want. Still, you're mine."

A dragon sleeping in the corner of the room looks up to her, and to the kind of words she tells herself.

Red eyes stared at the two men and women in the dark room.

Oltween captures the woman's jaw and turns upwards.

She followed it like a doll.

I don't even close my eyes when I look at you. Cavity like a woman.

But the king spoke to her regardless. Infidelity boils down to soft warmth.

Reason instinctively gives place the lead.

- That's when something plucked his cheek.

"What!?

Oltveen reflexively peeled off the woman in his arm.

Put your hands on the sword for protection.

But Reeschen just tilted his neck with a face like he didn't know what it was.

She rounds her black eyes. He raised a thin finger and pointed to the king's cheek.

"Wounds."

When I was told to check my cheeks, my skin was thinly cut and my blood was spilling out.

Oltveen looked at his own fingers wet in blood like he saw something incredible. I stare at the woman in front of me.

"You did this?

"I don't."

"But who else!

The king grabbed the woman's arm abusively. A broken arm without meat. She distorts her face in pain. The dragon rang sharply.

Late - the vase decorated by the window smashes and scatters.

Oltveen glanced. No one has touched it. That's for sure. Why did it break?

But as it disturbed his thought, the statues of the pottery, which were continually decorated in the room, as well as the watermarks, were also crushed and scattered again. Did you hear the noise go all the way outside the room, the sound of knocking on the door and calling the king overlaps?

"What is this..."

The king stretched out his arms to shelter the woman in front of him for now and noticed something strange.

Large open chest, where it glows blue-white. If I gazed closely, I could see a magical tattoo floating under the light.

Oltveen hands on her clothes. There was a sound of silk tearing, and the white wax became dewy.

"You..."

A king called daring gets stuck in words. That's all there was to it.

White, lean, thin body. It depicts a complex magical tattoo almost 10,000 times over its skin.

It reinforces the light as if it were the sound of objects cracking around.

Until earlier, there was nothing like this. I took a bath, if you noticed, the samurai would have told you.

Oltveen stares at a woman who is silent and in pain.

- What are you?

The sound of knocking on the door intensifies. A mirror hung on the wall made a high noise and broke.

Wake up your body as the dragon raises its voice.

The woman's body leaned unexpectedly. Oltveen attracts a thin body.

Is it for nervousness or fatigue or something more... Reeschen was stuck in a man's arm letting go of consciousness.

An hour later, Oltween received a report in the name of the Chief Mage, who had her fainted and placed her in the care of a samurai and further examined the magician of the woman serving the castle.

He glances at Lima, who stands in front of him, before glancing at the paperwork.

"A magician? No control training experience?

"Probably. It's also a pretty powerful magician. All the prints on your body were meant to seal your power."

Oltveen exhaled deeply.

Sometimes magicians are inherited in power by blood, sometimes they come from parents who have no magic.

And half of the children with magic threaten to hurt people by the outburst of magic if they don't get control training. Just like Rieschen tonight.

Lima may think she "saw it" inside, but it went flat on the surface.

"The junction, which was strewn in a closed place, would also be for the princess. Because it sealed the magic inside and was laid from the outside so that you couldn't see the magic inside."

"You're a pretty captured princess. Do you want me to put a seal on it?"

"If that's what you can do. But there's no such thing as a sealing accessory as the bond that was stretched out in the distance."

Lima says extraordinarily to give up Reeschen and give it back to that place. Just to see that, Oltveen couldn't forbid offense.

After seventeen years, she was finally able to go outside. I'm free. You want me to go back to that prison again in a day, despite that?

The king reminds me of her child's eyes. I don't have anything, an eye I didn't get.

- Didn't you think that if you were me, you could give her everything?

A frustration I've never felt before burns inside the king. He threw up without even trying to hide his grump at the earliest.

"All you have to do is give them control training. Wasn't it roughly what you've always been?"

"I was wondering if it's probably linked to emotions. Most kids do."

"You don't like being held by me, do you?"

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Oltween tongued at Lima for not making a denial. I think even a lie would make me look like I'm saying "I'm not."

But he also knew it was the truth.

I guess Reeschen is rejecting him unconsciously. The king, the enemy who killed his parents and destroyed his country. It was a mistake to wonder if they would like it as much as they did to solve it from claustrophobia.

But it was unthinkable to Oltveen to let her go with that.

It's a defeat, a loss you've never experienced. With his neat appearance and superior talent, he wasn't used to not getting what he wanted.

Oltveen slaps his desk with his fingers in frustration.

"Okay. I guess I should be unhated. It's not that difficult. It's like keeping a wildcat out of your hands."

"But, Your Majesty!

"Let me also train you for control once. Can't you erase that body print?

"I know it's better not to be erased. Besides, I was wondering if I could solve the curse if I had to ask Falsus."

"Okay."

I couldn't help but notice that something like that was painted on my woman's body. If it's normal, it hasn't come up.

I have time.

All you have to do is let her choose herself. Which way, Reeschen, the princess of the diaspora, has no other choice.

And with all that time, she could get a little bit of knowledge, and a lean body would recover to an age-appropriate limb.

Just the right story, Oltween concluded.

Beginning on this day he begins to think about how to make one woman's eyes turn to herself, in addition to the internal and external policies she usually pursues.

He and his men still had no idea how it would affect the fate of this country at this time.