Unnamed Memory

When you meet with Reeschen, it doesn't always mean you get into a verbal fight.

It was just a fact that once every five times Oltveen was exposed to the stars and ended up in a bad mood.

Does she care about it herself, she just looks a little troubled when she rubs away. Every time he looks into his eyes, he always feels bitter about his unstoppable personality.

- I'm not sure.

The conversation is getting a little smoother, but it's still hard enough to follow.

My head would be cut off quite a bit originally. The understanding is fast and the idea is interesting. There's just something about him not being afraid to talk about anything because of his lack of relationship experience, and that's why he sometimes had problems with his mind.

She never hates herself.

As proof of that, the day after he rubbed it, Oltween began to give her a rose in her room.

Reeschen began by surprised and thanking him, but he must be delighted because his expression looks only tender.

I haven't seen her laugh yet.

I wish I could laugh, I think.

Oltween still didn't know why he thought so.

I stopped dreaming.

Dreams that have always supported me.

Since when..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I don't know why I stopped seeing it, or why. Is it because I can talk to people now?

Ever since she came to Rozsark, she has started exchanging words with people every day. They were by no means all warm, but rather a mixture of criticisms and dislikes for her, the princess of the diaspora. But it's still a fresh experience for her.

At least Elsie is sweet. I can't really grasp it, but probably Oltveen, too.

She wasn't nice, but neither did Lima, who was loyal to her duties, hated her.

However, it is still dreamy not to dream. Because it has been her world for seventeen years.

- Is this what you say when you feel like not stopping by?

Reeschen, who was lying down on his bedside, looks up. Around the area, the paper I had practiced writing until earlier was scattered so that I could not see the floor. You must be pissed off at Elsie if you leave it like this forever.

Rieschen gently kneaded his left hand. I made the configuration with a little thought there.

Pass magic through the configuration. The paper on the floor slowly floated. Paper begins to gather in one place as it rotates with brings.

When she spent about five minutes collecting all the paper into a large mess, she now made another configuration and tried to align the ends.

But it doesn't work very well. She frowned.

Carefully and carefully manipulate the force.

But then - suddenly she was knocked on the door and she jumped up.

The bouncing force collides on the paper, causing it to scatter back to normal. It was certain that the struggle so far had not been as painstaking but had been ruined.

"Oh......"

Rieschen replies when he gets up while dropping his shoulder. As expected, Elsie came in and raised her eyebrows when she saw what the room looked like.

"Well! Master Reeschen! So much scattering..."

"I'm sorry."

"I'll clean it up. Your Majesty is here for you. As soon as possible, please keep going."

"Oltveen did?

- I wonder what the hell you're doing for me.

Almost two weeks after coming to this country, there are days when I see him and days when I don't, but this is the first time I have been summoned to do so as a matter of urgency, etc.

Reese Shen leaves the reception room and leaves into the hallway as she pulls the hem of the dress. There was one civilian waiting with his head down. When the man says "I'll show you" as it is, he starts walking ahead of her.

Leithchen looked out the hallway window as he walked about him.

- I wonder what I'm here for.

At first, because of the country, I wondered if it would be the side room of Oltveen.

But the first night she storms her magic, and because she's lost her mind, she's been given a backyard and educated by the basics. You were wounded and punished, and the king hasn't even tried to make you play games since then. That seemed a wise decision from Reeschen.

Sometimes he sees her with the kind of eyes he explores. "Don't you hate me," he asks.

So I asked him, "Do you want me to hate you?" and he said, "I want you to hate me." I have no idea why.

Surely Oltveen must have driven her parents to death.

But I don't even remember my parents. I think I'm being mean, but I don't feel like it. Instead he gave himself the outside world. Even if that was the unintended result, Rieschen was grateful for it.

The sky, where the sun had fallen, was so beautiful blue that it made me want to cry just before nightfall.

She's my favorite, heart-catching color. Naturally the speed at which you walk is loose.

Only the color of the sky is the same here in the exotic. Probably even after all these years.

Reeschen exhales small.

I don't care about my parents. But of my country, I was worried about Anneli. I don't see how a country without any memories could care so much about this. I thought it was for my duty to be a princess, but I don't care.

A country that has perished. The sound hurts her chest hard.

The rest of the people were able to live unchanged, and no matter how many times I told her that, the agony had filled her and made her secretly worried.

And there's another thing that bothers me.

Oltveen was talking about his country's ambitions about industry and its hostility towards other countries.

Isn't it a further war with what he wants, or yes, reason whispers danger in Rieschen?

If he were to declare war against another country, it would inevitably involve Anneli as well. Rather, if Kisk or Nadras were to be the opponents, it was clear that Anneli, closer to the two countries than Rossak's own, would be the battlefield.

Rieschen lays down his eyes, slightly cloudy, in a faceless manner.

- - I wonder why I'm here.

Does living here make any good for someone?

Ask Oltveen to stop the war, I hope. I guess I think of such childish things because I know that's an impossible wish.

You noticed a slower and slower walk, and a civilian walking in front stopped.

"Princess, are you all right"

"I'm sorry," Reeschen apologizes small to the man who hears in a gentle voice, though not looking back.

But then she looked up, and there she finally realized that the narc she was supposed to be all the time wasn't following. He must have slept in his room until earlier. And I guess I left it there. Usually that dragon wakes up sensitive and is rare to follow her trying to leave.

Reeschen, anxious as he got along, had to stop, however, "Here it is," he said, becoming a stalled civilian.

The man knocks on the big door. Oltween's reply came back from inside. I can't say I want to bring Nark back now.

She has no choice but to enter the room.

There were two people waiting there, Oltween and Lima.

Encouraging Reeschen to sit on the couch, the king cut out an errand for direct access.

"Reeschen, how many people know you exist?

"Huh?"

That's a question I didn't expect. She thinks she glances lightly.

"A woman officer... took care of some of them. In seventeen years, together, about fifty people. The number of people has decreased with each passing year, I think. I haven't seen anyone else."

"Didn't you hear anything from them? For example, about your engagement."

"Engagement?"

Reese Shen is so surprised that even his eyes are about to fall out. Shaking her long eyelashes, she let her eyes twitch.

"No. They didn't tell... anything. Because I didn't say a word. That's what I think he was ordered to do. I had never spoken to anyone but in my dreams. Until I met you."

To the words, Oltveen and Lima just opened their mouths flashly. I thought it was in a terrible environment, but I didn't know it was that far.

Even though the king and queen were unusual daughters, did not their breasts hurt that they had placed my son in such treatment?

To a king who becomes a natural and unpleasant face, Lima sends a gaze urging ahead.

Oltveen continued the conversation somewhat clerically when he looked bitterly at his subordinate attitude.

"Actually, I've got a letter asking if you're cheaper than Nadras. Jed, the king of Nadras, is your fiancée."

"Huh?"

"You didn't know"

"For the first time, I heard"

That would be so. Because no one told her anything.

Both the king and queen of Annelli are already deceased. The ministers have also been executed or fled, and there are currently no human beings who can hear more about Annelli's political confidentiality.

If you return the back, that means that if you knew what Anneli was doing, you could easily make things up. There's no one who can stop lying. You may also think of Reeschen's engagement as a frown spit for this.

But it bothers me that Nadras knows she exists. Or is the engagement story true?

Oltween sees a doll-like woman on the side.

With her usual faceless expression, she had a slightly puzzling colour. Even if the engagement is false, a letter has already come officially from Nadras. More than Oltveen has no means to prove falsehood, he must treat Rieschen as the fiancée of King Nadrus if he is to be put on the table.

- All of them are going to reach out to Nadras for the invasion, but it's still early.

Unlike Anneli, Nadras is a country with a decent army because it faces a great power. If we reveal Reeschen's survival, Nadras will be demanding her extradition as a natural right. And all the heavy ministers, starting in Lima, will be advised to follow it. He said I should just give him where he wants him, such as a dangerous and unusual princess.

If you want to keep her at hand, you have to keep hiding. It's politically worthless, like a princess who can't brighten up her existence. That was well understood by Oltveen as well.

- But why can't you trump her while you know it?

Oltveen glanced at Rieschen with frustration.

No woman has ever been able to get what she wanted. Will she be the first exception to that?

She seemed to have something in mind with a slightly shaped eyebrow. I wonder what you think. Oltveen asked in a tight voice.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to leave here and go to Nadras?"

Rieschen aligns the focus of his eyes with that of the king.

Emotional facial expressions seemed troubling to him. I'm angry not least about why it bothers me. Assuming Reeschen doesn't really want to go, you can do it dead.

It's premature if you don't like it either, but Oltween even thought about declaring war on Nadras.

It's the same with Rozsark and Nadras who aren't ready. It never works against you. It was intolerable for Oltveen to hold out, such as selling one woman who knew nothing about this and buying peace between the bundles.

But if she wants to go to Nadras herself...

If you say you choose a fiancée who has never seen her face before, rather than living here.

Oltveen's thoughts are broken down there by himself.

He just looked to Rieschen. The pitch-black gaze responds to it.

After a plethora of minutes of thought, she opened her mouth.

"So, if that's okay. I will go."

Power falls out of Oltveen's entire body.

He squeezed his slightly trembling fingertips. I don't know if it's anger or sadness. Emotions that are just strong swirl in him.

The sense of loss, the sense of defeat, they were all right, and I felt they were all wrong.

I entertain my own emotions to the frightened king, but Rieschen continues to faintly wonder.

"If you go, it won't be a war for a while. Anneli doesn't become a battlefield either. Isn't that right, Oltween?

"You..."

She knows.

I know, and I'm trying to fulfill my duties as princess.

He couldn't understand how she could feel that way after being betrayed by the country for seventeen years. A voice that does not even try to hide its bitterness leaks out of the king's mouth.

"Why do you do that? That country that wasn't nice to you is that important?

"The country, it matters. Because the people have no sin. And then………"

Reeschen raises his gaze.

I stared at Oltveen and loosened my mouth just a little bit.

A smile that can't even be described as a smile. But for the first time, the expression attracts his eyes strongly.

The princess, who was not supposed to be there, sounded an unfamiliar voice.

"Just a little, I can help you. For it was a pleasure to let me out."

Words that touch the heart.

Freshness holds my breath.

Oltween closed both eyes as his eyes nearly dazzled.

- I don't know what to expect or what to choose.

Emotions shake reason.

In a feverish annoyance he had never experienced before, the king shook his head in deep breath.

"Think about it. You may step back."

I ordered Rieschen to do just that.