Unnamed Memory

Leithchen, who had left before Oltveen, was surprised to notice that an earlier civilian had been waiting for him in the hallway.

Of course, it was partly because he thought he would have already walked away just to guide him, but more than that, it caught his attention because he was oriented toward a nark that stopped at a slightly distant window.

Where did the man have it, he was throwing something like a treat towards Nark. The dragon cleverly takes it and is cheeky. It's a very strange sight.

Reeschen called out to a young clerk who kept throwing confectionery with a funny look.

"Oh, um..."

"This is the princess. Excuse me. As soon as the princess entered the room, this dragon arrived."

"You were dealing with me, giving it to me? Thanks."

"I'm afraid."

Nark finally realizes Reeschen, he jumps up with a happy voice.

She re-hugged it in front of her chest when she took the dragon.

Sweet to the man "I'll send you," she goes back the way she came with him.

- But Reeschen doesn't notice. That there was a man staring at her from the shadow of the pillar behind her.

The man was Dita, who became a general with an exceptional sword arm, and the other day the man she had a strange discomfort with.

Dita turns her heels back and leaves the scene when she can't see the two of them.

Later, it was just the silence in the hallway where no one was.

Inside the room where the exotic princess left, two kings and a magician were left to frown and contemplate.

Lima secretly sighs to avoid being disrespectful to Oltween, who tours her thoughts with a grumpy, resembling look.

- - Time for silence.

It is easy for him to imagine what his master is thinking. I don't want to give Rieschen to Nadras.

A woman who took it home as a trophy and put her time and hands on it. You must be angry with Nadras for trying to take that away from the side.

It was clear from anyone's eyes that if we were just to judge as kings, we would have to give Rieschen here.

Fortunately, she doesn't have the king's hand. I'm not even in the womb. I don't know if Nadras can handle a woman who can't control her magic, but that would be the problem over there.

But even though we know the conclusion, Oltveen has yet to come up with an answer. Lima couldn't tell if that was the usual bad habit or something heavier.

The magician who tries to get away with it at forty breathes deeply. But now instead of sighing, he leaked his words.

"Did you know, Your Majesty? Strange diseases have been endemic in the western part of the continent lately."

"I heard. The Falsus was unable to identify the cause, and the spread of the disease was not stopped."

"If the princess had suffered an example of a strange illness when she was a child, she would have had to wander more unhappy than she is now."

They both remind me of the same thing at the same time.

In a room with no books or pens, locked up in Reeschen.

Unspoken women.

She was given nothing. It's just like a beautiful rose that blooms in the garden, and they say they lived there.

Raw that kept being taken away.

Will she continue to be deprived of something after being taken out of a first prison?

Lima stares at the king.

One, there's a way out, he was aware of it. There is a way not to give Rieschen to Nadras and not to buy disharmony for the people and the heavy ministers, even if that only makes national traffic worse. Can a king, who hates relying more on magic than necessary, fulfill that path of finding value in herself?

Oltween tongues, as if the magician's thoughts propagated. The king's blue eyes emitted an unspeakable light.

"... I've heard since then that I'm experimenting with making magic boards"

"It's the left. The princess seems to have a gift for composition. Once you have completed the configuration, it seems that even the magicians of the castle will be able to produce fully."

"Right."

Oltveen is silent again. On a slightly leaning face, the trees made it from outside the window.

And - you really wanted to hear this one from the beginning - the king mouths a decisive question.

"How about that as a magician? What is so powerful that the enclosure doesn't work?"

The word may in some ways be a question of opening the door to forbidden.

Anneli feared it and sealed it tight.

But now, Oltveen stands in front of that door. I don't even know if I can do it.

Lima struggles to create a calm look, he answers.

"Perhaps.................. in terms of potential unrestricted by the tattoo, it is comparable to the whole army of a small country by yourself. It's like..."

Lima can't say beyond that.

But Oltveen already knew.

You can't possibly not understand. If he was born on this continent, and grew up listening to the mighty.

Heterogeneity loosely beyond human limits.

Being nestled with overwhelming power.

Indeed, the women who once covered the continent with fear - because people call them "witches".

Three days after Oltveen summoned him as soon as possible, Reeschen still did not know how he had responded to Nadras. I just train in magic like every day and have a day to acquire courtesy and knowledge.

I was learning a lot about reading and writing letters, but I haven't been able to read difficult books yet. Still, for her own sake, a civilian who had waited with Naak that day to see her about history and the situation in the country.

When he leads Rieschen to the library and listens to the book of hope, he reads the contents together with a polite explanation to teach the child. It's like a whole thing when it comes to study groups. Sometimes that was joined by Elsie and castle magicians, but Oltween never showed his face just listening.

Reeschen, who was also peering into a thick history book that day, asks the man in the civilian by leaning his neck like a kitten.

"So Kisk isn't close to Falsus?

"Right. Because Kisk is a relatively new country among the great powers. You don't seem to think of Farsas with a long history."

"I don't know why that happens."

"It's nothing. Perhaps I envy the foil that it was founded in the dark. Because for the royal family, history is power in a certain sense."

"Really?"

The man laughed when she was just a little dissatisfied, but nodded and pulled back.

"In fact, even if you don't think about it very often, you won't get to the point of full-scale conflict. If you do poorly, it will ripple across the continent. Nor has there been a war in the last few hundred years that the great powers fought each other. Whatever Kisk is inferior in power, Lord Lars, the current king of Falsus, does not seem to have the same ambition to do with another country."

Rather, it is Oltween who has that kind of ambition.

Reeschen slammed onto his desk as he took a grand sigh.

She thinks for a while and looks up at the man rolling the history books next door.

"If now Rozsark goes to war with Nadras, what happens?

"Win or lose"

"There's that too. But there's more. Overall."

"Hmm," the man nodded with an idea face. Put your finger on your jaw and let your gaze wander.

"Ross Circle is more disadvantageous. If Rozsark and Nadras were to be at war, Kisk would not be silent. In that case, which one would you put on your shoulder, is your neighbor, Nadras. Because it's well known that Rozsark attacked Anneli, a dangerous country."

"I knew it."

Reeschen lays his hands on his desk and puts his head on it.

It's like she understands. You can't possibly not understand Oltveen.

There is no option for Rozcirc to start a war with Nadras right now. At least until we can have an alliance with Kisk or something to hesitate to intervene in.

Where does the young king intend to lead his country, and what detention lies beneath it? I don't know anything. Reeschen wanted to touch it just a little bit.

But will there be so much time left for her? The princess, who doesn't know when she will be let out of this country, closes her eyes when she shakes her long eyelashes.

She still doesn't know at this time that she is powerful enough to upset the equilibrium between nations.

And things were starting to roll at increased speeds, by multiple people with different hopes.

The soft sleeping table sinks under the weight of two.

Oltveen's fingers tangled the woman's long hair, while thoughts were spinning about the country.

If I think that this is a critical juncture, my thoughts will always be there, even if it is there. I was going to cover it up well, but my heart. You noticed how I said it wasn't here, and the other woman turned into a dripping face.

"Your Majesty, you seem busy."

"... right"

"Are you even thinking about that princess?

"Sailene"

The king glanced at his nagging weakness.

Sure, it's a story with Reeschen involved, but it doesn't mean like she's in the side room. Sailene laughed out loud by the time she turned out to be a bitter face to Oltveen.

Of the five side chambers in the rear palace, she is the daughter of the Duke of Tallis, a small country a little further away.

Since her parents are royal relatives, there is a little royal blood in her own blood. Because of it or not, she was Oltveen's favorite, with a beautiful appearance and a sharp head.

"The princess has left the rear palace, so only people can tell, but you must study as a magician, right?

"Oh, I still can't even control it."

"Isn't that cute? It's not funny, like a perfect woman."

Sailene like that makes a perfect smile with no minute of disturbance. Oltveen snorted and laughed off the sideroom bullshit.

"It doesn't have to be perfect. But power has to be handled."

His claim was natural, but Ceilene tilted her neck because she felt more than the denomination of the grid hidden behind it.

But on the surface, she smiles as one of those women who knows nothing.

"You think you're beautiful? I'd love to see you, too. Will the princess return to the rear palace once her studies have been completed?"

".................. so far, I don't plan on doing that"

Are you out of your mind that it seemed like he seeped out in his blurry voice?

If she looks at it with some surprise, the king is back to a completely unchanged look. But when he was dressed like that, she knew that it was time she didn't want her emotions to be read, that she had been a pet princess for five years.

Sailene softly tries to put words on his thoughts that refuse to be touched.

"That's unfortunate...... Speaking of which, Your Majesty's mother, you seem to be a magician too."

Of all the inquiries she had prepared, one that had the least back, so to speak, was seen only as an introduction to put exploration in.

But that was the question that came close to his core, Sailene thought, with Oltveen's eyes mixed with even killing.

"Where did you find out?"

And it was time to give it back.

Intimidation held by a champion standing on the battlefield.

She was stuck in words when she was hit from the front with it.

Nature and blood draw from your face. Naked spine was poppy in tension.

"also, sorry......"

"Apologies are good. I'm asking where you found out."

"That's... when I just entered the rear palace, I heard an old lady rumor... that she was from the Marquis family in Falsus..."

Oltween pounded his tongue when he heard a gruesome excuse.

- Anyway, women like rumors. It would be even worse if it were the rear palace.

It's also silly to tighten up any further the source of the story that it was five years ago, and he got up from his bedroom. Weaving room clothes on an even body. Sailene bowed her head in haste to the king trying to leave her bedroom.

"Forgive my disrespect..."

"I don't mind. Don't just brag. I hate boring rumors."

"Yes, sir"

"I'm leaving today. Get some rest."

Ceilene took a deep breath as the king left in a foothold that was gentle only his voice, but did not hide his displeasure.

I touched the scales in unexpected ways. This is the first time in five years.

Sometimes understanding him over the course of five years would mean that he felt so uplifted and relaxed.

But maybe this is one of the pieces of information that "he" wants.

One man who suddenly appeared before her.

Competent and compelling beings.

That dangerous man can be used. I can't trust you, but at best give me the information and let him leap while the interests match.

Having finally escaped the tension that binds his spirit, Ceilene began to assemble her upcoming plans in her head when she colored her beautiful face with ambition.