Unnamed Memory

"Has Anneli shaken you? Too bad."

The woman's voice sounds as graceful as a song.

The limbs that lay on the bench had a luscious charm, and the ivory arms peeking from the silk sleeves disproportionately claimed the luminosity.

But behind the appearance of a young and beautiful woman, her voice is poisoned with sophistication. The man kneeling toward his husband drowned his head.

"I have received a letter from Nadras wishing to put a hold on this matter. He said the Prince of Annelli didn't seem to want a rebirth."

"Too bad. Corner, I thought we could fight."

When the woman said so, she received red fruit from a woman who refrained beside her. Stand white teeth from the top of the skin.

"I'm bored and bored here. Shall I breathe falusus ill on my brother as well? It could be interesting."

"May the darkness not stir the king. Keep your emotions open and you won't win."

"Don't get me straight. I guess I should have some kind of trump card, huh?

The woman scratches the fruit juice.

None of those who turn their attention to criticism of her as an entertainment, but few, exist. Because this king's sister is more of a runaway than a king, and a powerful shadow.

She does not condone those who do not like it. Squeeze the cat like it's prey. The way it was done was awed at home and abroad, and her name was always synonymous with Kisk.

The look on her face, although she said she couldn't think of anything for the trump card, gradually became boring. It's no match for people to say something unscrupulous again because they're in a bad mood like this. The man opened his mouth.

"Actually, I've been informed that something interesting is going to happen at Ross Circle tonight."

"Hmm? Conspiracy? That's good. I want to go see it."

"I'm afraid the princess will have to stay in the country. Instead, I will come and tell you more later."

"Your story is hard and boring. Well, I'll take a look, instead of a concubine."

The man stood up under his command. Take a few steps back and structure the metastasis.

The woman laughed as she glanced half-eyed at it.

"I want souvenirs. I don't care if it's people or things. Something interesting, please."

"Yes, sir."

The man disappears from the room.

She looked down at the fruit at hand with her eyes narrowed and cast it unconstitutionally toward where the man was kneeling.

Look around at the dozens of men gathered in the dim room.

It was for this day that I chose all the things my arms stood up for. The man who lays down his life on them nodded contentedly.

"The pawns are all set. Tonight is the night. - Kill Oltveen."

Neither were they bound by their lives to slay the king of one kingdom, nor did they see the agitation of fine dust. Only brilliance as a sharpened weapon came to the men's eyes, and Daw Young could not feel it anywhere, not even before.

In the meantime, only one man drowning in enthusiasm looks down at the boy beside himself.

young faces. There was no will in the big eyes, just a frenzy of magically manipulated spirits.

The man whispers in the boy's ear with a thin grin.

"You heard me. You will kill King Rozsark today... Prince Arbel."

The boy does not answer.

But the next magician nodded that the order had been accepted.

The man rings his finger as he turns to them again.

"Capture Princess Anneli. She has a use. Remember, you sound like a magician."

The men, the tools, show recognition with their eyes.

The laughter of the joyful Lord sounded - and they were unleashed in the castle at night.

Reeschen finally caught Oltveen, busy these days and less face-to-face, at night when he was about to cross into the rear palace, precisely in that crossing.

The woman, who jumped in shaking off the guards who would stop her, cried out in an angry voice when she saw the king.

"You are! What are you trying to do!?

"What all of a sudden. Noisy."

Oltween turned to her when he stopped his leg. Reeschen grabs the clothes with both hands.

"What are you thinking? Don't use us for your own war! The composition, my brother!

"My brother?"

Hearing back what he didn't remember, at the same time Oltveen narrowed his eyes because his heart felt cold.

I only have one idea what composition is. And that was something Reeschen didn't want me to know.

As he grabbed the jaw of the frenzied woman and turned upwards, he glanced with his eyes seeping through the prestige.

"Don't come with no explanation. I don't know your brother."

"Then what about the composition!? You make up the magic board..."

So Oltween covered her mouth with his hands. Even magic boards are only known to a limited number of people in the castle. I have trouble being told any more confidentiality in this place.

Oltveen dragged her rambling into the rear palace when he ordered the escorts to back off with his eyes.

Throw her out into the empty room that Reeschen once used for only half a day among the samurai who round her eyes, and she goes inside and closes the key, too.

"Give me the time and the place! You'll see if you can talk in a place like that!

The king had a drink against the woman who sat on the floor, but it did not frighten her. Instead, she rebuts as she shines her black eyes.

"If your own soldiers know you have something to taste bad about, that's the problem."

"Confidential. Not everyone knows."

"Because you're about to mass produce a revolutionary weapon? So, because we're about to start a war? You don't fight alone, but when many soldiers head to the dead, what kind of king do you think you are?

Oltween bites his lips.

I felt like it blew up white in front of me.

- Why does she always follow the pain so far?

Her questioning, which she doesn't know, punctuates Oltveen straight. I'm going to qualify as a king.

He also knows that it's right in a way. But just because you get it doesn't mean you can do it right. He also has been picturing the ideal king since he was a child. Sometimes I thought that was my father's king. I thought I could grow up to be like my father. Until he himself was distorted by his mother's words.

"What do you know..."

The king's words sound like a curse.

Oltveen threw his luxurious body over the bedside as he grabbed Reeschen's arm and made him stand up. I push my body in trying to jump.

He shrugged, looking down at the woman, angry and stunned.

"I hate magicians. The magician woman is more..."

"Ha no."

He smiles at the words of a resolute woman.

Reeschen wasn't accompanied by the dragon he always took because he jumped in looking for him. Oltween slips his tongue on his white neck as he lays her up, often rampaging with a powerless body. I gently chewed my soft earlobes and whispered in their ears.

"Try magic. You know what happens to Anneli."

Reeschen says nothing.

Dark eyes glanced at him, just as deeply as they were relieved.

Oltween glances at the colour with a sense of readiness.

My head hurts.

I feel like I might remember something I don't want to remember.

"You are..."

"Annoying!"

There was a mixture of bitterness in the released voice.

Rieschen frowns shapely. I stared at a man who was annoyed by his past memories.

Only pain precipitates for a moment. When she takes a long breath, she moves her little lips into the shape of words.

"What do you hate?

A sincere question, like a toddler does.

That sounded strange to the room.

"I..."

Oltveen closes his eyes firmly. In the darkness, a beautiful woman appeared.

His mother, daughter of the Marquis of Falsus. He dismisses the face of the woman smiling gently.

Oltveen, who waved violently or for the first time, gave Rieschen a distorted grin.

"Let me tell you something, Reeschen. You ask me if I'm qualified to be king. But what is the king's credential in the first place? I don't have the blood of the Royal Rossarc... it's not flowing!

Reeschen complains unexpectedly.

Looking down at the look of it, Oltveen laughed with a crying face.

The woman who was his mother was the Marquis Lady of Falsus.

As a person in his country with many magicians, maybe not. She was also a magician.

He doesn't know why she became King Rossack's sideroom. I didn't even try to find out. Only that she had been close to the king of Pharsus since she was in her country, and that the king had visited her in Rozsark.

One rumor is whispered in the rear palace to her soon dressed in Oltveen.

- "Isn't her belly child the son of King Falsus", he said.

Of course she denied it and forbade King Rossack to put it on the subject later when he laughed off rumors.

That should have solved everything.

Without the words his mother told him at a young age. And if he doesn't get the rumor in his ear at thirteen.

A pussy whispered by Oltveen, whose belly brother died ill and was soon to be seen as the next king. Most of them are baseless rumors. Besides, he remembered one memory.

"Oltween, you inherit the blood of the Pharsus royal family. Be proud of that. '

The words of my mother, who was already dead at that time.

I didn't really know what that meant the first time I heard it. I was just being repeatedly asked and stopped from telling other people on top of that. That's why I've always forgotten.

But he was stunned to know what the word really meant over the course of nearly a decade.

I have not inherited the blood of my venerable father. On the contrary, he is a child born of iniquity.

I couldn't figure everything out as soon as I could.

Oltween lost sight of the way he was going about what was a good king and what he could do.

The only conclusion he found, suffering in that way, was not to rely on magic to make Rossack strong enough to be relative to Falsus... and not to hate twisting down other countries for it, just those two things.

- I finally said it.

I finally told her that I hadn't confessed to anyone.

Regret and something very similar to expectations swirl through my head. Oltveen closed his eyes remembering a mild dizziness.

Asked by his mouth about the secret of the birth, Reeschen seemed just stunned. A doll-like face turns into a thought-provoking look.

"Oltween, are you..."

"Annoying. Don't say anything"

The man who kicked her words once again turns to her.

But at that time, somewhere away... but surely there was a dull explosion in the castle.

Woman screaming that sounds slight. The sound of a sword trident.

Oltveen wakes up with his hands on the sword reflexively.

With the restraint loose, the woman quickly escaped from beneath the man. Pull the dress and run out.

"Wait! Rieschen!

But she slips through the arm she tries to capture and runs out of the room in a move as agile as a small animal. Oltveen followed him, but just after leaving the room, he hit another woman and stopped suddenly.

The woman looks up at the king and attracts her face to surprise.

"Your Majesty..."

"Sailene? Go to the escort, don't go outside."

That's all I'm saying. Oltween starts running down the hallway to the castle.

I don't see Rieschen anymore. Are you going to go back to the castle room?

"An idiot! It could be dangerous."

Regret colours the tongue-beating voice.

- He ended up undermining her credibility himself.

But nothing. I wasn't on par with her from the beginning. Why should I regret it, Oltween argues so in his chest.

But having said that, he still couldn't shake off his heavily precipitating emotions.

The sound of the sword trident grows louder.

Red fire illuminates the night sky.

What is happening? But to the signs of a battle familiar to his body, Oltveen had dropped Annelli's castle, remembering a day before.

The castle was full of confusion.

Where did you get in from, the men with weapons running around calling out the king's name? The slaughter begins between them, the assassins, and the escorts, as the female officer runs away screaming.

Rieschen was running down the hallway looking for Elsie and Nark as he pulled his dress. I find the assassins in the back of the hallway trying to bend the corner, and she stops for a little while. I try to turn back, but the men's fury was also approaching from the original path.

She rushes into it when she opens the nearby door.

- I have no idea what's going on.

I only found out that those harmful to the castle and Oltveen broke in. Depending on the window, the sky is red because a fire has been set off somewhere.

When I gazed at him, I saw a civilian man running across the hallway from the garden, who knew Elsie well.

Reeschen accidentally opens the window and opens his mouth to call them.

But sooner than the voice came out, a man's arm stretched out from behind and blocked her mouth.

"Princess, speaking up here is suicide."

A familiar voice. Reeschen looks back with his jaw up.

Since when have you been in this room, it was General Dita who stood there.