Unnamed Memory

"So what can I do?

The voice itself wraps around the sweet scent. On his inviting red lips, the man turned to his face. To the woman who narrowed her eyes to the warmth of melting, he whispers.

"Give me the information. I want you to tell me everything you know about Oltveen."

"Ever? Or are we going to?"

"Everything."

When the woman grins, she crawls her white fingers into the man's forged body. My hot breath dropped zero.

"Then here you are again. If we don't meet, there's nothing we can talk about."

"Fine, Sailene. Don't make me grab your tail."

"Of course. Who are you talking to?"

A woman who closed her eyes to conceal it while conceiving the poison. The man looks down at that beautiful face.

Behind his eyes was, however, a cold light that could not be heated.

Oltveen was one of the sons of the former king, of the boys who had only two.

The other boy was the son of the righteous queen, but he died of illness when he was seventeen. Oltveen, who was suddenly nursed as the king's successor at the age of thirteen while holding the side chamber to his mother, would encourage him to study as a ruler as if he had possessed it before and after.

But no one knows where his greedy willingness came from.

Just as a result, Oltween became an impeccably good king.

He first corrected injustices, effected reforms that would not be captured by custom, and received immense popular support. If this allowed the country to settle down and inherit, everyone would have thought it was cheap for the time being.

But the man who occasionally let the swordswallowing light shine behind his cool eyes was also not just a king who would remain in power. It was only at the time Anneli was destroyed that people knew this king had the will to bring down another country and become a champion.

He had frowned in front of him a few swords arranged on his desk.

All practical. They were made to be submitted before the king as prototypes. Of which he took the sword of the thickest blade, he was abruptly called by name from behind and turned.

"Oltveen"

A voice with discouragement but no emotion is as clear as if it had tapped a natural crystal.

The princess, the castle's most heretic, bowed her head to the King who looked back.

He smiles bitterly when he sees his little head.

"Was it such a time already? I mounted the deal."

"Nothing, fine. Because you are the king. If it's hard, I'll come back out."

"No. It's over now"

Oltween walked over to her side as he put his sword back on his desk.

Reeschen, who has come to lead a healthy life, becomes more beautiful every day as flowers blossom. The limbs, which were like branches, drew supple lines, and rounded their cheeks as well.

She had a kind of transcendent air when we first met, and she often has calm eyes on whether she has become accustomed to life here.

When I think I gave it all to myself, it creates a lesser sense of satisfaction in Oltveen's mind.

Reeschen, who placed the sleeping dragon on the chair, sends his gaze behind him and says, "Sword?," he asked.

"Oh, it's a prototype. Because shapes and weights vary from person to person, I always make them come out with several types."

"Something for Ross Circ?

"That's right. Because other countries are on guard."

She snorts. His eyes swayed unclearly as if he had black water in his vitreous vessel. Or does she even remember that her country was destroyed by the man in front of her?

Oltveen saw it and tongued at the restlessness.

"What. If you have something to say, say it."

"I wish I could make magic equipment."

"What?"

Oltween was flabbergasted when he said something he hadn't imagined. She continues with a serious face.

"More than swords, because I always use them. I think we should sell the numbers cheaper. Look, you have something to make hot water for, right?

"... you mean the magic board"

It's an upper-class piece of magic that uses magic and imprints when purifying metal, so even people who can't use magic can use hot and chilled plates.

It spread quickly among palaces and aristocrats, as the first was made in Falsus about two hundred years ago, but even ordinary magicians could easily make it in the presence of metal refining.

However, since most magic boards are made from silver, it can be said that civilians still have no hands on them. I guess Rieschen is saying that I wish I could make it out of iron, or steel.

A bold idea, but no one has ever tried that before.

Iron is cheaper than silver, but magic is far less tame than other expensive metals. None of the magical steel swords, etc. were crafted with skill by powerful magicians, and are capable of making large quantities.

To Oltween, who turned out surprised, she goes on.

"Actually, I'm experimenting. With the Limas. Maybe you can."

The king was just stunned.

- If it's true, it's groundbreaking. This alone would change the lives of civilians.

Stagnant civilizations will also begin to move forward, and the Ross Circle will moisten. That's what Oltveen wanted for a long time.

He couldn't say anything right away that one of his ambitions suddenly took shape and appeared to the present. Just stare into Reeschen's big eyes.

"Oltween?"

The king, who returned to me in her voice, waved, but as soon as he could, he would have a bitter face. Reject without comment the suggestion that other humans would have jumped at.

"No. I don't rely on magic. Then it's Farsus' second best fried fish."

"Narrow"

"... what?

She even seemed a little angry, depending on what she saw, when she said the spicy words to the king without expression. He has his chest stretched with a small body and looks straight up at Oltween.

"It doesn't matter to the people what you're obsessed with. Winning a war won't save people if you give them more than the sacrifice of battle."

"You told me."

Oltveen realized that blood was rising on his head.

- What she says is true. I'm angry because I know that.

But I don't know anything about him. What does she know?

The man reaches out and grabs her shoulder abusively. Reeschen put the pain on his expression, but he didn't raise his voice.

Sleeping dragons bring heads. Oltween restrained her jaw with his fingers.

"You can live now thanks to that narrow king."

In the words, Reeschen's mouth opens to the form of affirmation.

But before the answer took shape, the man's lips were blocking her from doing so.

My tongue rampantly invades my little mouth.

Suddenly she tried to escape from the man's arms. But the man won't let her go with half a hug.

Not by speech, but by force, an attempt to twist down the target with a gender difference. It was still power that responded to that violence, for which only the desire to conquer stood first.

Along with the stabbing voice of the dragon, Oltween turns his face away.

In the hot pain he touched his own cheek. There's so much laceration running in there that you can see the meat, deeper than one night.

As he noticed the warm blood slowly wetting over his skin, the king glanced at the wound with his fingers with a cold smile.

"You mean you're training for magic control with this?

"... sorry. I'll be back."

"Don't touch it."

Nor was he frightened at all by the words thrust, and Reeschen stretched his white finger out to the man's cheek.

Oltveen closes his eyes to the remnants of his passion while his strength is poured and his wounds blocked without chanting.

- Everything is halfway there. Myself and her.

Any questions, patrols.

He doesn't know where to go. I can't see.

However, at this time Oltween thought it was blurry that it might be the death of either of us.

This way, Your Highness.

Following the woman's voice, the young boy nodded.

Ride through the holes drilled into the walls and break into the desolate garden. The boy bit his lips in a very different castle tragedy than when he lived there.

"Your father and mother..."

"He was buried in the castle's backyard."

The boy snorts silently at the fact that it can be described as cruel. The two turned around the unpopular garden to their backs.

The backyard, once blooming with colorful roses, is also now lonely with the loss of her husband. In front of that corner, where the dug up dirt was visible, the woman guided the boy.

Where there is no tomb mark, but this shall be the tomb of the king and queen of this land. The boy drags his powerless legs and kneels.

"Father... Mother..."

Although he is a prince, he is only slightly eleven years old. But given the weight of what he bore, the woman had to cloud her face.

She thinks she won't even be able to cry where people are, and she stands guard a little further away.

Rozsark sent troops and civilians to Anneli, to whom he belonged, to maintain law and order, but did not intend to use Anneli's castle. I guess I didn't find the castle devastated by the invasion worth as much as I could handle. They are based in an army facility a little further from the castle.

For this reason, they were able to enter here, but the current state of their former castle did not indicate a slightly brighter future. She, Eileede, who was sidelined as a prince's escort, sighs small.

On the day of his fall, I took Prince Arbel out of the castle at your place. Fine, but so far I can say it's a blocked situation. The ministers who have fallen with them and the martial officers and soldiers who vow to relapse, many but not all, have gathered underground. But it's not enough to argue with Rozsark from the front. We had to wait for an opportunity even to get the country back.

Time to look up at the white sky and put your thoughts to rest.

When I realized, Arbel was back behind Eileede. She was unconscious, but she forgot herself for a moment. She kneels in panic at her impotence.

"My apologies, Your Highness..."

"Fine. I'd rather go away with my sister than that."

Eileede freezes in amazement.

- I wonder who taught him.

There was no princess. Especially against him.

As Arbel was born six years later than Reeschen, the king ordered a thorough utterance. Since then, her name and presence have become a serious contraindication to her mouth in the castle.

But at some point everything was to his knowledge? I didn't know the cold sweat conveyed my back.

Arbel smiles bitterly, giving in and peeking into her face.

"I heard the ministers talking. My sister was taken by the king of Rossack."

"That's... you're right. I'm sorry to keep you quiet until now."

"I don't mind. I want to see a separation. Show me."

Eileede drowned her head on a strong life.

Now that there is no king or queen, her master is only this boy. His orders could not be refused.

The two head further back into the backyard, away from the three-story stone building.

Inside it also presented a rough appearance as well as outside. Arbel glances at the chains and broken keys everywhere.

Through a decaying hallway, not just because they were attacked, the two stood in front of a room where the princess was locked away.

- - There's no more of his sister there.

The boy, who knew but killed his breath and entered to keep him from making footsteps, glanced around at the elegant room with nothing.

Poor bedside, table and chairs one leg at a time. Later, I don't have a book or a pen. The little bathroom that leads from the bedroom was just a little tatami dressed.

Arbel breathes out a deep breath unexpectedly.

"What is this place... it's not going to be a place where people can live..."

It wasn't days or weeks that his sister was trapped here. Seventeen years.

In the meantime she had no entertainment whatsoever, that she just lived a life of waking up and eating minimal meals and staring out the window?

Something neither angry nor sad burns the boy's chest.

When he lived in love with his parents and without any kind of disability, he couldn't believe in itself that his sister, who was supposed to have put the same blood on him, was forced to live like this.

Neither my father nor mother should have ever been a flirtatious person. Yet I wonder what this means.

Arbel spins a trembling voice.

"My sister... why are you here?"

"- Master Reeschen has had hair and eye colors that do not resemble either of the two sires. It wasn't just that, it was terribly magical. The magicians of the castle pointed out to him that he was the rebirth of an unborn witch."

"Stupid! Aren't you just a witch!

Eileede frightened by the boy's harshness, but it's not like she's guilty. Arbel shook her head as soon as she regained her emotions.

"So now I didn't know Rozsark had taken me away... sister..."

"It's a pleasure."

Arbel nods at the words of his squire, who would say so wholeheartedly.

The boy raised his face with a strong determination on his still young face.

"Anyway, even if I want my sister back, I have to do something about Ross Circ..."

"- You want me to help you?

A third-party voice sounds in a room that is suddenly rumbling.

Arbel and Eileede drew swords reflexively. I stare at those who speak.

At some point a magician in a robe stands in the corner of the room where no one was until earlier.

The voice belongs to a young man, but his face is hidden in a robe and invisible. Who and what did Eileede raise as she stood forward sheltering the prince?

"Who is it!

"What if I shout out and they find me on the lookout? I'm asking if I can help you."

"I can't take the power of the Yagami!

"It's not a bluff. Shall I say only those whose interests coincide?"

In contrast to Eileede, who permeates his vigilance with color, Arbel asks in a tense but calm voice.

"What exactly are you gonna do for me?"

"According to your hopes. You want your country back?

"If you say you don't want it back, it's a lie. Except for the people who were allowed to live in peace."

"Huh. I'm just a kid, but it's a lot. Maybe I can be the wise king."

The magician's words were so varied that they did not seem to be directed against the royalty, but Arbel accepted them. The boy is in front while retaining the fierce Eileede.

"I just want to let my sister go if I can. Anneli has also perished. I will not spend any more time for my country."

"I see."

The man nods to eagle fried. Was it an illusion that the voice sounded warm mixed with it?

The magician pointed at Arbel's face as he raised his finger upright.

"Then I'll take it from you. Nadras, no other human resources, should help you."

The two look at the name of the other neighboring country that was suddenly put out.

It was only after they received the man's offer that they would find out that this magician man was spying on Nadras.