Unnamed Memory

Stunning ran to Nadras, a country between Anneli and Kisk, when information came to pass that Anneli had been attacked down by Ross Circ.

Until now, because of the presence of the great power Kisk, the past few decades have seen the situation of peace itself.

That equilibrium was finally broken. The battle that Nadras may be next is born among kings and heavy ministers.

"Oltween, king of Rossack, had heard of the ambitious, but you mean it was as rumored..."

Jed, the king prince, snorts at the words of the father king.

This must be armed as soon as possible. Neither did Anneli think Ross Circ would get that far. I'm sorry, but those who lose have a good reason. And Nadras won't.

Jed remembers huffing as he arranges a spy and discusses adjusting his budget.

- About Anneli's, the princess who's not supposed to be here.

People from other countries don't know. But Jed knew. She was supposed to be his bride.

When the queen found out that the child she was pregnant with was a woman, an engagement was planned between Jed and the princess, scheduled for an alliance of the future.

Nadras and Annelli, if successful, would have worked hand in hand together to protect their country from the great powers and other nations.

Shortly after she was told she was born safely, however, she was told that "the princess died in an accident by accident" and that her engagement had been revoked.

To the death of an overly sudden baby, Father King said he sent heartfelt condolences.

I don't remember that time with Jed, who was only three years old at the time. What he has is a different memory.

Ten years later, when I visited Annelli's royal palace, I went for an evening walk - and he found a girl standing at a window away.

Under the blue and white moonlight, like a well-made doll, the beautiful girl stared down at the castle's backyard.

I wonder why you thought she was a princess who should have died soon, even though she looked nothing like either black hair, black eyes, or Anneli's king and his wife. Neither could he speak to a girl of beauty similar to the crop, but Jed, who was just staring, asked Anneli's person about her the next morning.

But every one of them who is asked is hard to say. Mouthful, shitty and leaving. Jed became more and more convinced of the situation. She said she was the princess who was her fiancée.

Her appearance, not looking happy or sad, just empty, was strongly in his memory. So if one day I succeeded to the throne, if I hadn't had a queen by then, I would have visited her.

I don't know what the circumstances are. But as a proper living person as a princess, I wanted to take you out under the day.

- Was she still in that place when the castle fell?

If she's still safe, she must be seventeen.

It can't be that it's a fallen castle, and they don't just step in the distance where she is. You escaped successfully, you got caught, you got killed.

Jed remembers her name.

Rieschen Kilite Risha Ter Anneli.

Where is she now, who has lived in solitude?

Lima was flashed to see the composition put together by the woman in front of her.

I just taught you the basics of a little magic theory and how to combine basic configurations. What is this configuration nonetheless? I don't think very much of you as a first week person since you started learning magic.

- - Bold, precise, above all powerful configuration.

I can't explain it just by talent. Besides, Lima even learned to fear.

Reeschen, who was lecturing at the castle's reception, leans his neck against the pale man.

"Were you wrong?

"Yes, no... it's just that the line here is getting a little twisted"

"True. Thanks."

She recreates it again when she erases the configurations in her hands. Lima looked in awe at the woman who would easily exchange it as if she were breathing.

- This is far more dangerous than I thought.

Isn't it true that this force was responsible for the fact that the reason it was closed wasn't just the color of the hair and eyes?

The crest of the body, as if to affirm that question, is now hidden in a thin red dress and invisible. Oltween was transferring her from the rear palace into the castle the morning after she found out about Reeschen's body crest. I don't know anything. I come to see her in my free time, letting her take studies and magic lectures as a royalty during the day. It was obvious from anyone's eyes that the king was obsessed with her, but he probably didn't even know if that was the scope of play or if he meant it.

Lima looks at the clock. Just three hours, it's time for the end. I open my mouth trying to tell the woman in the composition that it's over.

That's when the door opened as if I'd been waiting.

Oltween gives a satisfying laugh when he looks down at the magician and the woman sitting across the street.

"Reeschen, I'm taking you outside the castle today. You should get dressed for easy movement."

"Yes."

She lifted the sleeping dragon next door and walked away to support her.

Having dropped that back off, Lima bows her head to the king with a bitter face.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I do. You should stop putting that one by your side."

"I'm tired of hearing that. Why are you talking now?"

"You know that the royalty of the world never lets a powerful magician woman play games."

Oltween is silent when he understands what Lima is trying to say.

The king does not take the magician for a sidewoman. Because it is the magician who can harm people by his own power without any weapon.

They can kill a king, even if they are one. For this reason, keeping them away has been common sense in the palace for the last 200 years.

Still, most magicians can seal their powers if they let them put on sealed ornaments. There was certainly a beautiful princess who was so placed beside the king in history.

However, there is nothing I can do about it, such as a magician, whose sealing accessories do not work. It's like sleeping with a blade that kills people.

Now a week ago the king, who was slightly wounded with it, let him tongue down upon this one. I look at my advising subordinates.

"No matter how much he does, you know that if you do something to me, the country will be in danger. Besides, in the past, there were witches in Farsas who loved the king and became queens, right? It's not impossible."

"But..."

"Shit. Let go of that one."

Why are you detaining Leithchen by now?

Surely her beauty is unparalleled, but can't it replace the king's own life?

Lima wondered if Oltveen's character, once she couldn't give up what she wanted, would eventually take her life, or perhaps the time had finally come. Pushing away the unfortunate imagination that had surfaced for a moment, he withdrew in a salute to the king.

Back in the castle's private room, Reeschen asked Elsie to help him and change into a light outfit enough to ride the horse as well. Elsie laughs bitterly as she quickly knots up her long dark hair.

"Please let the king change his mood. Because you seem busy these days."

"Are you anxious?

"Yep. We've been reforming everywhere... and we've got more new faces in the castle. Because we have to bury after the civilian who went out to Annelli..."

That's it. Elsie froze to silence. Because I remembered late that the woman in front of me was that Anneli princess.

Thank you. Unlike the side chambers from other royal muscles, Reeschen's elegance does not shake the authority of certain things. Knowledge is gaining, as dry sand sucks water, but we still can't get rid of things like ignorant children. With her like that, she forgets that she is a princess of the diaspora.

But while Elsie lost her complexion, Reeschen doesn't even look like a disturbing breeze. I just smashed the gavel, "Really?"

"What's going on with Anneli?

"It's... they say the people are allowed to live as usual, except they are taxed"

"As usual"

Reeschen, rebelling against Elsie's words, also appears to be confirming something.

As usual and nothing, she knows her country only by the secluded detachment, and I guess she finds no memory to help her imagination. Her brother, Prince Arbel, remains unaccounted for, but she doesn't even know she has a brother.

At the end of his reign, Reeschen glanced in the mirror and thanked Elsie, whispering a little meaty white arm into the air. A dragon called Nark clumps in its arms.

I don't know where it came from. This dragon apparently thinks it's his mission to protect the beautiful princess. Always with her, like a well tamed cat, but it's a shame when you go out. Rubbing a red head on his dark hair to a ringing narc, Elsie harrowed to see if her corner tied hair would mess up.

Reeschen leaves the room when accompanied only by Elsie and heads to the castle gate where Oltveen is waiting.

I was mistaken for one man on the way. The samurai-like man was wearing a knife, but when he looked at Rieschen, he avoided to the side and lowered his head.

Well-trained body. Is the back length as good as the long Oltween? The man whose business it was to fight was to create a vigorous atmosphere.

Rieschen passes in front of the man with a gentle thank you. But she stopped there and looked back.

I see eye to eye with the man who was looking up. A moment of silence flowed.

"Master Reeschen?

Elsie asks surprisingly. The princess turned right back.

The man leaves with his head bowed again. Reeschen opened his mouth after his even-handed appearance became invisible across the hallway.

"That guy, who?

"He's definitely a new general, and he's called Dita. He said he had excellent sword arms."

"Yes."

"What's wrong with him?

"Something, I felt weird"

Reeschen walks out again when that's all he says.

He's also not sure what's weird about him.

Elsie remembers the face of the General who was leaving, one that is terminal but somewhere restless.

But so far, it has been nothing but anxiety, like a shapeless anxiety.

I feel comfortable with the wind tickling my face.

Reeschen put his hair on his face with his hands. A man can be heard from overhead.

"Hold on tight. We're gonna fall."

She nods and looks up at the man driving the horse with herself in front. I had blue eyes and eyes.

White fingers point to his face.

"Empty colors"

"Don't point to people's faces. That's not what princesses do."

"Okay."

Oltween laughs at her for being honest.

Looking at her like a bright white screen makes me want to dye my color.

Spending time with a woman who was neither secular nor tainted by power had been a good distraction for him, who usually held out an extraction in that vortex.

Reeschen supports him with one arm to avoid falling the dragon on his lap. The tip of the knotted black hair tickled Oltween's arm.

"We'll be there soon"

When the king said so, he rang the reins. The horse speeds up and Reeschen's little hand grabs the man's clothes.

Horses run down hills full of grassy stones and sand.

Eventually Oltveen slowed down by pulling the reins. Slowly advance the horse to the edge of a huge hole drilled on the hill.

- - The round hole was big enough that it was going to contain one castle.

When viewed, the passage is helixed in a staircase form from the outer circumference, and the hole is deepened as it approaches the center.

Dozens of men inside were doing some work, and when they realized what a king looked like, they thanked him deeply.

"This, what?

"I'm taking iron ore. If Anneli is cotton, Rozsark is the main seller of steel."

"You make steel?

"Oh. Make a weapon and sell it to another country"

Reeschen figured it out or not, he just nodded.

As Oltveen lowers her off the horse, she goes down, too, and peeks into the hole.

It's quite deep. Step off your feet and you won't be spared the injury.

But she stood next to him without any fear.

The king calls her as he looks forward.

"Reeschen, you know what? This continent has been lagging behind in civilization since the early Dark Ages. But they say there is more civilization going on in a far away continent where there is no exchange.... Well, it's just a rumor about other places, but it's true about this continent"

"Really? I didn't know."

"I'd say it's stopped completely, especially in the last hundred years. It's all because of magic, too. Only magic technology advances research, and people rely on magic for all the difficult things. For what only a limited number of humans can use like that."

"We only use a limited number of weapons, too."

Oltween looked at the woman next door in surprise at the strangely strong, clear words.

Because it felt as if that wasn't her usual.

But looking down, she's pointing an empty black eye at him. It's my regular girlfriend. The man unconsciously appeased.

- But this princess is surprisingly astute.

In his current rebuttal, Oltveen realized that Reeschen felt one end of his ambition.

In the battlefield, it is steel weapons and protective equipment that play more of a role than magic.

It may be said that countries in the southeast of the continent rely on rossacks from their weapons and protective equipment themselves, or from steel itself, which is material. In other words, Ross Circle can shape the military power of the surrounding countries to some extent if desired. Exports of steel to Anneli have now been suppressed for a year now, and the supply of arms to Anneli's neighbour, Nadras, has been slowly and unexpectedly reduced.

It is also a strategy to create a battle-friendly situation before opening the various battleends. Oltveen gave a mild laugh.

"It's not just about weapons. Iron is a useful mineral. If we infiltrate it to be more commonly used throughout the continent, civilization will surely begin to move again"

"Talk about if there's demand, I think. If everyone finds it useful, they'll buy it naturally, even if it's not violent."

"Right. You're absolutely right. But even if a small country like Rozscherk insists on convenience of iron, it is obvious. Falsus and all that magic."

When whining about its name, one of the most powerful countries on the continent, Oltween's tone mixes bitterness.

A kingdom with two mighty powers: magic and force, which yields nowhere.

His country, which has become more feared as a magical power than it was about a hundred years ago, is nothing but a blind eye for Oltween.

But even if he did say so now, it would be like an ant bruising an elephant. He himself is well aware of that.

The king of the small country laughed sarcastically distorted his lips.

"Falsus came to that point because three hundred years ago the witch married the king. The technology and power of the magical powers that the witch had inherited had taken hundreds of years to create what is now Falsus. As a result, even other powerful countries have relied on falsas and magic for the last hundred years as soon as something is available. You can say that it is also because of the fact that civilisation is stopped.... don't you think it's ridiculous? Reeschen. I can change the course of the world to just one woman, etc."

Asked, she tilted her neck at an angle similar to that of a little bird.

The black eyes look as if the darkness is deep in itself.

Oltveen casually looked into those eyes and breathed. I don't know what she was, because she looked like something bottomless.

When the woman thinks a little, she opens her mouth to a man who is getting tangled up in discomfort.

"It's no different in one person. Because there was a lot of effort. - But why, you hate Falsus?

Inquiry thrown directly at the soul.

The man froze halfway, relative to a woman who could see through everything.

That's an unanswerable question.

Don't be asked.

Time slowly stops spinning.

Only two people stand in a world without sound.

In a space cut off from the perimeter, Oltween kept his eyes open from Reeschen.

What is she? Dark eyes as if I'd seen them somewhere before. its beauty.

I have a headache trying to remember.

Someone whispers that you should forget.

Oltveen reflexively laid his hands on his lower back sword. I don't see any war or hostility in her expression.

A few moments when I just feel something is wrong. Reeschen raised his finger and pointed to the man's face.

"White Bird"

Innocent voice.

Oltveen is taken aback by non-poisonous words.

Looking back, a large white bird did fly through the sky.

Weakness strikes me suddenly. The man took his hand off the sword and breathed deeply.

"You, I told you not to point a finger at a person's face"

"Not the face, sir."

"Same."

Reeschen rounds his eyes. I bowed my head slightly and said, "I'm sorry." The king laughs at the trick of the child himself.

"You're not sure."

"Neither do I, I do not understand"

Oltween gave her an even higher laugh to answer seriously. When I walk over, I lift my luxurious body.

"Let's go home now. If the sun goes down, it gets cold."

To the king's words, she nodded as she re-hugged the dragon in her arms. The two ride horses back to the castle again.

Oltween, who supports his warm, small body, has not noticed.

That she is the one who should hate him as the princess of the diaspora, and the mighty magician.

And that you want to put aside something that undoubtedly conflicts with you.

But maybe he's bright enough to just pretend he doesn't see it while he's aware of it.

The gear of change was starting to move, whispering but surely.