Unnamed Memory

Oltveen, slashing and laying down his assassin, who had come with an unintelligible cry of meaning, in a flash on the contrary, lifted his hand lightly, realizing that Lima had rushed over. A magician with a minor wound to his face reports the status quo when he quickly joins the kings.

"The number of assassins is roughly eighty, they're in a battle, but they're scattered all over the castle, and I don't know where they're lurking."

"Is it me?"

Lima looks difficult and takes the lead.

He was always at risk of assassination because there was no inheritance, but he had never been released a grand assassin before. It's an abomination, but I had an imagination who might do it.

"Berenki or... you stopped choosing the means"

Because of that, Oltveen already knew.

What I said that day, the possibility of Reeschen. That must have been so appealing to Marquis Berenki that he wanted to put his grandson on the king's throne that he thought it was the only time.

It's not too late for Rieschen to be greeted in the main room. If we can secure her by now, it will be politically and militarily worthwhile.

Oltveen asks Lima as he guards his surroundings.

"Do you know where Reeschen is?

"That's what I'm looking for, but I haven't heard from him yet..."

"That's a hassle."

That much said. Oltween noticed something strange.

Although I told Marquis Berenki oh, in fact, I have yet to get anything on the application of the composition of the magic board to weapons. I don't know if it's possible or impossible, and I haven't given my life to the magicians.

So to speak, it's like an idea I told you about. I mean, only the people who knew about it were there then.

Someone in it leaked the story to Rieschen? Someone in them who was just a heavy minister I could trust, except Marquis Berenki.

Oltween bites his lips unknowingly. Boundless thoughts began to take shape.

"... Someone from Berenki blew into that one...?

This much raid, Marquis Berenki alone cannot be allowed to infiltrate. Perhaps there was a human from inside the castle who gave a guide. Suppose the person is the same person who told Rieschen about the composition.

Oltween has a cold spine to nervousness.

If that's the case, Rieschen probably thinks of his opponent as his ally. Harm the king and lay the hand of the marquis to try to get her.

He opened his mouth as he looked around at Lima and the escorts that had gathered around him.

"Tastes bad. Look for Reeschen. Immediately!"

Struck by life, they leave a minimal escort, scattered inside the castle again.

The confusion was slowly increasing in its thickness during the night when no one knew who was the enemy and who was not.

When Dita takes Rieschen, she skilfully slips through the assassins and moves on through the castle.

Avoiding the battle, it was the staircase leading down to the cobblestone hall used for the underground of the castle, magic experiments, etc. Dita laughs bitterly as she goes down the stone steps first with the candlestick in her hand.

"The princess is careless at all. There's no one on your side in this castle."

"Nobody? That's not true."

"It's not. What was Oltween saying? I guess I just pissed you off anyway."

Rieschen was surprised that Dita had abandoned the opponent he had called His Majesty until two hours earlier. I try to peek into a man's expression with suspicion.

But his face was not well understood by the shadow of the candlestick fire. Dita goes on to Rieschen, who doesn't reply.

"So is Lima. A magician loyal to the king. Not on your side. And then there's the civilian who was teaching you to read and write, that man is a spy for Nadras."

"No way."

"True. It would be about the time there was a report at Oltween's by now. That man is the one Nadras sent in multiplied by the chaos that followed Anneli's conquest. The princess's side... well, at best it's about that samurai who said what"

Reeschen swallowed a sigh of indignation.

I don't know if I thought I was on my side of the Ross Circle. But I was pretty sure Dita was shocked by what she said.

The darkness is opening its jaw as if swallowing them both. toward the man who sets up regular footsteps and goes down the stairs, Reeschen asked.

"Who the hell are you? Aren't you under Oltveen's command?

"No. I was just coming to this castle for a purpose."

"For what purpose?

The man does not answer.

Then they arrived in the hall.

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

"You're following me?

"I'll see in that. So don't tell anyone else until you know."

She stood up laughing and took one old thick book out of her bookshelf. On a blue dyed skin, the silver decorated book depicts something of a magical tattoo on the back cover that you don't know what it is.

When she spread it over her lap, she showed it to Oltween.

"It's just words. I can't."

"Yes, but it says a lot about this. Something that really happened, and now it's not happening anymore... What I got from your father. And when I die, you take over this book."

"Oh, come on, don't?

The woman smiles sadly at the inquiry of her innocent son. She lay her eyes down and rolled the contents of the book.

"I'm sure this book will help you. But, Oltveen, be careful. Never bring this book to Falsus. You can't even show it to a Falsus person. Promise me."

He's not sure what to promise.

I knew it was just important, I'd rather reassure my mother, and he nodded.

She gives a happy smile.

With a face of flowery beauty, she mouthed on the forehead of her young son. When I close the book again, I stand up to punish the bookshelf.

That's when a piece of paper slipped off the gap in the book. Oltveen fell right in front of me. Pick it up.

It was on the paper that I turned over...

Inside the castle, still in the midst of the noise, anyone with experience in battlefield would have noticed the smell of blood everywhere.

Walking around the wide castle with the sword of the stripper in his hand, Oltween was causing Reeschen to become frustrated, which he had yet to find.

- Has he been taken out of the castle yet?

If I were to be irrevocable, I'd feel the blood chill.

Why didn't you try to talk calmly to her who came yelling at me? Didn't you keep it on hand? It just occurred to me that I couldn't help but say it now.

At that time, something thin red enters his sight, going down the hallway as fast as he is running.

Stairs down to the basement of the castle. It was a slice of a woman's dress that was caught in a thousand cuts in the corner of the entrance that was stone walled.

Familiar colors. Oltween reaches out and picks a cloth.

"Your Majesty? What is it?

An escort soldier questioned him in surprise. Oltveen stares at the end of a staircase closed in the dark.

Limas must have already seen the hall below. But I couldn't find Reeschen.

But at this time, he had some certainty. - I was wondering if the woman I'm looking for is ahead of me.

"Hold the light. Down below."

"Ha!"

Two of the escorts went before the king with candlesticks in their hands, and the other two stiffened their backs. In the darkness that spreads as if it were a mud, the five go down silently.

The third floor was lowered to the basement, and a door leading to the hall was laid by hand.

The stone door with a magical defense on the inside opens to the back without sound.

The door closed naturally when everyone went inside, spearheaded by a soldier breathing in tension. At the same time, the hall is lit with magical lights.

Four humans awaited his arrival in the back of the hall, ahead of the stare of the young king, who made his expression grim.

"What do you mean?

To the voice of the king, who was strong enough to atrophy his opponent, but Dita only laughed small.

He looks back at Oltveen as he leans on the back of the stone chair he uses to experiment.

A beautiful woman sat in the chair with a distressed look on her face. The arm is fitted with five bracelets.

It could be a sealing accessory, that's what I thought was Oltveen's idea, but that seemed right. Reeschen stares at the king as he breathes shallow repeatedly.

Dita, standing next to him on the other hand, had an invincible grin.

"Nothing like what they say. I was just waiting for the king to come here looking for her. I'm sorry about the first person who came here, but I let you do the magic of oblivion."

"What did you do to that woman?"

"Nothing. Though I put on the seal. They can't control their magic. They're pretty powerful and crazy."

From what I can see, Reeschen's dress is torn by the way. Probably couldn't stand the aftermath of my power.

Oltween turned his gaze toward the two remaining, aware of the sword.

One boy with a sword and a magician standing next to him.

The boy is turning his face to Oltween with his vain eyes.

You may have seen it somewhere, I thought so. He remembered that Reeschen was screaming about his brother earlier.

"Maybe you're Prince Anneli..."

"Yes. He's Reeschen's dear brother. If you hurt her, the princess will grieve."

It was Dita, not Arbel, who answered. Oltveen stared at the man who was a general.

"That's Berenki's maneuver. Is it also a pseudo to have entered as a general? What's the purpose?"

"Purpose... Come on, what do you think?

"Know what? If you're not gonna talk, I'm gonna have you throw up all washed up."

Oltween takes a step with his long sword in one hand. The four escorts imitated it as well.

But Dita doesn't break her spare attitude while entangling Reeschen's dark hair in her fingers. Instead the magician put his hand against the king. The chant begins.

"You magicians!

Feeling some attack, Oltveen rushed out to the magician. Before the chant is over, he punches a sword in for his neck in an attempt to cut off a man.

Harsh enough to take a life with a single blow.

But the king's sword was barely blocked by Arbel's sword, which broke in between. The metal noise of the steel hitting the hall.

Arbel was pushed to the difference in pure force.

It's full of gaps. Tell them they are children on the battlefield. They will not be forgiven.

But then, behind Oltveen's brain, who tried to strike a second shot, Reeschen's desperate face, his voice came back to life.

Always bumping into me from the front, woman like a child.

Dark eyes just straight.

Her words, which continued to be taken away, had not been bent at all.

Oltveen puts such a woman's brother in front, stiff for a moment. I can't take a step to make it stop.

But in the gap where the king was slightly imprisoned, the magician's technique was complete.

"Crush it!

A shockwave winds up drawing a vortex from the configuration with the declaration. The power created by magic fleshed from the front to Oltveen, swallowing both the guards and the noodles.

Short screams scratch away at the aftermath of shaking the air. The cobblestone surface crushed and the dust covered the hall.

"Dead?

The voice of Dita's confirmation.

The dust clears gradually.

Dita gave an uncomfortable look to Oltveen, who just stomped one long sword like a cane in his increasingly clear vision. He pulls hard on the woman's hair that was tangled in his fingers.

"Princess... you took refuge. If you use magic, you'll just feel painful."

A few strips of blood drip from the arm of the bracelet's embedded leasehen. I guess it's a bracelet that responds to magic and inflicts pain on the person you put on. Having seen it, Oltveen changed her complexion to anger.

"The woman must be worth using. Why are you hurting people?"

"It's a little punishment. There seems to be too much important, so I'm helping you reduce it."

When Dita rang her fingers, Arbel, in position, set up her sword. Again the boy steps toward Oltween.

The muscle of the sword as it should be. The king glanced at Rieschen on the sidelines as he united and received the sword of a boy with little experience in action. A woman whose face is distorted by trying to bring it to the chair, but with a strong light in her eyes.

Rare dark eyes.

Oltween already knows where he saw it.

That book my mother had.

He was now remembering a book in the back palace where he no longer knew where he had gone.

Oltveen steps into his defenseless pocket as he plays the boy's sword up hard. He punched his fist into Arbel's belly with his left hand as he remained in momentum. Stuck his breath for a moment and the boy's body collapses to the floor.

Apparently he passed out. Looking down at him, the king breathed on his shoulder. I look up and stare at Dita and the magician in turn.

"Which one's next?

"Don't do it more than I thought. King Rozsark was murdered by Prince Anneli, who had infiltrated the castle."

"Putting a woman and child forward would be cowardly evidence"

That was a clear provocation, but Dita pulled out her sword when she let go of Reeschen's hair with a laugh. Continue walking towards Oltween.

"You and the princess are both stupid and funny. I enjoyed it inside. Don't tempt the beautiful princess of the rear palace or breathe distrust into her. I was actually going to let the princess kill you, but you're a strangely foolish woman with a silly habit. You also notice my releasing killing spirit, and it doesn't work where it matters. Thanks to you, I don't know. My plans went crazy... well, fine."

To Dita's gaping feet, Oltween laughed bitterly, aware that he was nervous, not even in the pattern.

A man recommended to the general by the arms of the sword. I once paired them up, but at that time they were more than one another.

The fatal part of the earlier shock wave also seems to have been offset by Reeschen, but still has dull pain in his right shoulder, knee, etc. There are still magicians besides Dita.

- Can you fulfill and win alone?

But Oltveen dismissed his own weakness.

You have to win. Reeschen falls into the hands of his enemies if he dies here. That way it would be more painful than ever to wait for her.

Oltveen stopped it when he took a deep breath and set his sword against the opposite man.