Unnamed Memory

The boy, who had dropped his gaze and thought all over the continent, to the southeast within it, raised his face to the sound of knocking on the door. When he replies, Eileede, his squire, comes in graciously.

"Your Highness, His Highness Jed wants to talk to you. They've heard back from Rozsark."

"Okay. I'm going now."

Arbel couldn't stop her face from tensing hard.

Recommended by the magicians we met that day at the outskirts of Castle Anneli, they asked Nadras for help, and they decided to consult with Jed, the king and king of Nadras, and to formally contact Rozsark with Reeschen as Jed's fiancé.

There is actually no such fact, but there is no way to deny it to Rozsark.

Now if we can get Rieschen back, that's fine, even if not, we'll see what she's been treated like in his country.

It was the magician man, a spy, who came up with the original proposal, but Jed rather proceeded to endorse the proposal. "Because if it weren't for claustrophobia, we would really have been engaged," Prince Wang said to Arbel, who feared, making me laugh casually.

Arbel corrected her posture in front of the door to the conference room where everyone in Nadras was gathered. The pride and willingness not to look eleven wraps the whole body of the boy.

When the door was opened by the guards, he took a seat reserved for him to enter the room in a courtesy that was never frightened, but not proud. Jed, who is taking the lead in this meeting, looks over together waiting for Arbel to take a seat.

"I just got a response to a letter I sent out to Ross Circle the other day."

The venue quietly returns to the voice of Prince Wang.

A single letter is not just for questioning the princess's safety. It's a hand in inferring whether Rozsark is willing to be hostile to Nadras or, if so, when the time will come.

As everyone gathers their gaze, Jed takes a single letter.

There was an autograph of King Oltween of Rossack writing this reply.

"Lord Reeschen does say he's in Rozsark. It's just that being locked out hasn't eliminated physical and mental debilitation, which means we're going to be quiet in Ross Circle for a while now. As soon as he returns to his state of health, he intends to visit us if he so desires."

Nadras' heavy ministers breathed into what could be described as a de facto reservation.

Apparently, Ross Circ doesn't want to stand up and compete with Nadras right now. The fact that he did not falsify Reeschen's life or death, and that he did not raise any objections to his engagement, would be proof of that.

But he's also certain that he's not going to give it to you.

As for Rozsark, if he handed Rieschen over to Nadras, he must also question the possibility that Nadras would embark on Anneli's rebirth using the existence of the heir to the throne as a shield. Tranquility is probably also an excuse, and now there's an intention to buy some time.

Each one asks the heavy-duty ministers who become the face of the idea, and Arbel asks with an expression that her worries cannot hide.

"So my sister..."

"This is information from a spy, but I hear Lord Reeschen is not being put in the rear palace. He was welcomed to the castle as a guest and, as the writ says... he is learning about basic learning and magic"

"Magic..."

Arbel was relieved by the fact that his sister was not made the king's comforter, but the meaning lurking behind the word "magic" did not brighten his expression.

- Reeschen was locked up for magic, also known as witchcraft.

But he lays low to the people of Nadras.

If another country finds out that the princess has too much power, I don't really think that will make it through to her personal happiness. That's why I'm hiding that information as my brother, but Ross Circ, who has her, may have noticed.

I wonder how the king, who is known for his ambitions, is going to treat Rieschen in the end.

Arbel felt a bad feeling rushing down her spine. Jed sitting across the street looks worried and peeks into the boy's face.

Arbel was unwittingly nervous, but the good Prince Wang decided the boy's complexion was simply because his sister was worried. Bring a carefree smile to mind.

"Don't worry so, Lord Arbel. Lord Rieschen must take it back. Wouldn't be a good idea to do a lot of time to Ross Circle."

"Yes......"

Arbel looks up when she pulls herself together.

Nadras certainly helps. but not entirely on your side. Neither does Jed, of course.

And it was nothing but enemies, such as Rossak, who now destroyed Anneli.

Then who the hell is really going to be Leithchen's ally in this situation and protect me?

- - That's none other than myself, the slightly ten-year-old prince thought.

If I'm serious, I want to get to her right now. I want to meet you and talk to you.

But it would also be a good place for him, Anneli's last heir to the throne, to go into the Ross Circle without any measures. How you behave may also affect the people of Anneli, who have been able to live in peace so far. Now I have to endure and move carefully so that one day I can take my sister's hand.

Arbel circles her thoughts desperately.

What kind of hand can I use to bring Rieschen back out of Oltveen's hand, just look at that even.

"... you are..." - Think about it. '

Clear voice.

That somewhere resembles a princess who speaks a terrible word.

In his dreams he knew where he had seen those dark eyes.

- I know what she is.

But it's a fragment of a dream that will be lost if you wake up.

Or maybe he can't bring this memory to reality because he doesn't want to remember it.

The woman's voice echoes even as she blurts and thinks so.

"You are..."

She complains repeatedly about the same thing.

Keep painting it in his ear as if it were a curse.

That's like being able to impersonate filth for him...... it was an unbearable word.

He holds both ears and shakes his cover.

"Are you..."

"Stop it. It's dirty"

Despite the voice of rebuttal, the woman's voice echoes in him as she slips through both hands blocking her ears.

'Well, listen. Oltween. "

"I don't want to hear... why did you tell me"

"Are you..."

The woman's words as if they were broken.

He finally shouted at the bitterness of blame, which he could never stop.

"Shut up! You should have taken it to the graveyard without putting it on the table!

Or were you taunting me if I didn't become king! - Mother! "

"Oltween?"

The man woke up.

There is a woman's face that looks suspicious in front of her.

Rare dark eyes. Whisper a name with remnants of dreams.

He raised his hand and touched her white cheek.

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Out of her mouth is her name now. She nods it as a matter of course. Using affirmation as a signal, the memory disappeared again.

He almost wakes up his torso and realizes that where we are is the corner of the castle's backyard, the shadow of a garden where people usually don't go in. I guess I came to take a breath and even fell asleep. So I can't take care of you dreaming like that.

The woman in the light red dress wiped the sweat off his forehead with a cloth in her hand. Ask only worried about your voice with no expression.

"Were you having a nasty dream?

Why are you here?

'Cause I heard voices.

Oltween felt his heart cold all the time.

Has anyone asked me anything? Whether to be sure or stop, a patrol is born.

But before his mind was settled, Reeschen shook a small, disturbing air.

"Nothing. I wasn't sure. I just thought it was your voice."

"Right."

That could be a lie to reassure him. But Oltveen was strangely honest in accepting her words.

He takes her hand in reverse, which is stretched out, and draws it. The light-weight Reeschen came out of balance and rolled over his chest. The dragon on my shoulder descends on the grass.

"What?"

Small body.

I can smell the pale flowers if I hug you.

To its temperature, to its softness, now he nodded his face to his dark hair, feeling saved.

"You're warm."

"Because I'm alive. Oltveen isn't?

"Not dead"

To put it naturally as a joke, I felt her smile slightly with her face buried in his chest.

Oltween loosens his arms and peeks into the woman's face. But already she's the usual faceless face. I'm a little sorry I missed your smile.

- - Thinking about this may be tiring in itself.

The king smiled mocking himself, capturing her jaw and looking at her face instead of saying anything.

The concern that he would get hurt again caught my mind, but that fear cannot hold him strong enough.

Reeschen has a troubled eye. I had strength in my little hand.

moments before the lips touch each other, but

"Your Majesty! Where are you!

The abrupt call breaks the ground.

The person called looked up, feeling indescribable weakness.

"What, at a time like this..."

His subordinate voice in search of the king saved the person from injury, but instead Oltween became the feather to taste the bitter shoulder watermark. Reeschen quickly slips himself out of his arms because of the loosening of his powers.

As she rose, a civilian appeared on the spot looking for the king. The civilian man looked at the two and circled his eyes, but bowed his head when he corrected his dwelling to the sharp king's gaze.

"Your Majesty has been summoned to the regular meeting."

"Is it that time already?"

"No, we need to talk about something else beforehand..."

"Okay."

It must have been a big hassle to have a talk before the meeting. Oltween pays the grass when he stands up.

Looking back, Rieschen was just picking up the dragon.

"I'm at work. What are you gonna do?

"Me, the library"

When I say it, she points to the civilian who came looking for the king. He bowed his head in disdain.

Probably a civilian that this guy is watching me study Reeschen. The king took a serious look at his subordinates, who looked a little older than himself.

"Right. Then I'll go alone, so I'm gonna need this guy."

"Yes, sir."

Oltween walks out into the castle. After a few steps he stopped and looked back at Reeschen.

"You told me not to point a finger in a person's face."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Oltween laughs bitterly at his rounded black eyes, wondering if he thought he could point to his face if he was a person other than himself for a moment.

Wonder and feeling not bad.

There is no more power in the memory of dreams.

With a breath he could certainly do, he walked toward what he had to do when he lay his calm eyes down.

Waiting for the king, who appeared in a good mood in the conference room, was not an interesting story, however, as expected.

"- Marquis Berenki is moving?

To the voice of the bitter king, the general nods.

"The other day, after the conquest of Annelli, he has apparently touched the Hordes. The king prefers the battle to the battle itself. Put the people of Annelli back where they came from on that evidence, and that they only take taxes in a whisper..."

"We can't help but impose heavy taxes on peasants. Not to mention just buying objections to the territory we just conquered."

"On your left. But Marquis Berenki seems to be skillfully stirring up the discontent of the nobles, and there are a few more who support the Marquis."

"The fools," Oltween threw up small.

Marquis Berenki is one of the best in Rozsark, and his son welcomes Oltveen's half-sister as his wife.

Being the eldest daughter in the main chamber of the previous king, she was making money on a man who would turn six with her husband and whose child had so far been considered the next heir to the throne of Oltveen.

Whether or not Oltween has a child, his children will rank higher. If you return the back, there will be no inheritance. Now, if there is anything in the king, the throne will roll under Marquis Berenki's grandson. He cannot forbid abomination in the movement of a political enemy with a rounded heart.

Even when it's troublesome to coordinate relations with Nadras, it's never a pleasant story that there are problems in the country as well. Arranging to tighten surveillance on Hou, Oltween ordered that Reeschen's escorts also be increased in secrecy after some thought.

The general listens back with a mild surprise.

"Are you Anneli's princess? Why is that again..."

"Now, if anything happens to that thing and your relationship with Nadras deteriorates, you risk standing around trying to push me to exclude you in the name of avoiding war. It would be troublesome if the people of Annelli were told that the damage had been done to it. I've never done anything to keep my hands on you."

"I see. I understand. We'll arrange it that way."

"Well, if you can't control the magic, it's more likely to destroy the castle with a counterattack."

It seemed that the general was unsure how to react to the words said in his true face, but in the end he left with a gratuitous note of making a serious face.

Whether it was good or bad that he wasn't received as a joke, Oltween frowned, but as soon as he switched his mind, he begins to line up some concerns in his head for the regular meeting.

- - Maybe I am a king who does prefer to fight.

But I didn't intend to fight for a battle without purpose. Ever, ever.

Oltween thinks he is better off than a king who gains peace and power and devours his rights. But that's just what I want to think, and maybe he realizes by the way that it's really just a trick.

Still, he cannot abandon his ambition.

Because if you can't prove by force that you're a king, you've been captured for a long time by the illusion that you drown in nightmares everywhere.