Unnamed Memory

Hearing reports of her returning subordinate, she threw a fan at the kneeling man with an expression that didn't even try to hide the discomfort.

The man just bows his head and takes the wrath of his husband.

"I didn't think your story was boring, but I didn't think you'd come home toothless at the heart of it. I still wish my concubine had gone by herself."

"I'm sorry. There were only two people with different powers, unable to approach them unnoticed."

"I should have gotten close. If they find you and lose one or two of your arms, it won't be too bad for your concubine."

"My pleasure."

When she tongues and shows herself to the man who droops her head with a promise, she tries to show off her ivory feet and crosses them. Wet red lips on the liquor created a lustrous appeal.

"So what? I'm not saying there's no souvenirs either."

"Whatever you want is for sure... I've brought home one woman"

The man looks back and looks to his squire who stands by the door.

The squire opened the door, from which a woman appeared. When she walks into the room, she gives thanks on both knees in front of the woman who is the master of the room.

"Name it."

"I'll see you first, Master Ortier. My name is Sailene Aeto Sofona. I'm from the Duke of Tallis, and I was in the side room of King Oltween of Rossack."

"Hmm? So, Sailene. How can you entertain your concubine?

Ceilene looks up to a strong voice that resembles the scent of a flower to the point of turning back. With her seeping eyes of ambition, she grinned, stroking her own belly.

"I am possessed of children. The child is of direct descent to Farsus... and is the grandson of the late King Farsus."

Ortier just got her upper body up to words that included many. Surprise shines in my big eyes. Sailene smiled and watched as it gradually turned into joy.

"Interesting...... That's really funny! Let me ask you something more. My brother must be interested."

Sailene responds to Ortier's invitation.

In her luggage, left in a separate room, was an old book, along with a minimum of things around her.

In the midst of the noise, Sailene, who had been invited by a man to leave the Ross Circle, took this book in her hands, which she felt had been called to wonder and something, and was being punished in the corner of the library in the rear palace. She's not sure why there's no such thing as a philosophy, and she's not sure herself why history and fantasy have come in and mixed up and picked out a book that was written.

Now it was just more important to establish one's position in a new country.

Sailene begins to tell the story of Oltveen, who stole and listened to him through the door in the rear palace.

Falsus and Kisk, cracks between the great powers were now gradually spreading.

A few months after the demise of the Anneli royal family, the former Anneli territory was to be ruled by Arbel as a lord under the approval of King Rozsark.

Exports of arms from Rozsark to Nadras were returned to normal, but what surprised the continent more than that was that Rozsark developed and sold iron magic boards. The configurational limits meant that some size and thickness were fixed, and the protective equipment could not be converted to weapons anyway, but all the merchants of the countries ran to buy up the iron magic plates.

Falsus, who took the boards to hear rumors, wraps his tongue around finding further refinement in the technology, now scarcely used, which should also be called warm-hearted chinese in its composition.

But Ross Circ never finally revealed who developed this configuration.

- The story that Anneli had a princess was cleaned up as a rumor that a war mess had arisen.

No one who knows the truth speaks anything. I don't speak her name.

A rosy woman with no name thus vanished into the darkness of history.

All that remains is the separation of the decaying castle.

"You live here?

"Yes. If there's a country you want to go to, I'll buy a museum there."

However, Rieschen shook his head at the man who added that it was outside the castle capital of Falsus. Dark eyes stare at the man and smile.

"I like it here. If there's an Oscar."

"I'm always there. I'm not going anywhere."

When I heard that, she looked really happy. I still get on his lap with the momentum that's going to run out of the mansion. The girl brought her thin arms around his neck.

"Is that really what Oscar says? Don't you want to go back?

"Don't go back, princess. Should I put it back?

"Fine. That'll calm you down."

She closes her eyes with a happy face. Oscar stroked his glossy dark hair slowly.

- I don't know when the memory of the woman who is his one-wing will return.

He just thought it could be anytime.

It doesn't matter what kind of girlfriend she is. That's what we'll know if we stay together.

So now I give her rest. Like filling the sixty years spent alone and the seventeen that have been delayed.

Oscar closes his eyes as he mouths on the forehead of his beloved witch.

And the long journey between them opens the curtain.