Unnamed Memory

Wilderness castle courtyard.

Behind it is a corner planted with small thin red flowers.

"Rig"

It doesn't make so much sense to say and call it that.

Black beasts are always beside their masters. You don't have to call me. I'm close.

But even knowing it, a man speaks his name like he breathes.

Ruth glanced back at the paperwork again as he stroked the back of the rubbed off rig.

"At this rate, we're going to be able to expand our irrigation coverage next year. Tatsui... how are you doing?"

"How about the walls?"

"It's not realistic to surround everything. So far, it's a match. If you're strong enough to build it, it's a lookout."

"Yes, sir."

When Ild bound the documents he was given, he looked up to see if he remembered anything.

"With that said, the kids wanted to keep the livestock."

"Kids? You had kids."

It was not until fourteen years before men began to dwell in this castle. If so, it's not strange to have children, but Ruth, who had never seen them in the castle, could not forbid surprise.

"There were people who had migrated from Noydia to the clan two years ago," adds Ildo to his husband, who has rounded his eyes.

"Oh. That's what you said. Well, Noydia had a lot of houses with livestock."

A country that extends to the western side of the rhinoceros, Noydia makes forested mountains its national territory.

Wang Du is present in a basin surrounded by those mountains, where it seems normal to keep livestock for cargo handling and to take hairs.

Ruth expressed a simple question, given a little bit.

"Can you keep the same animals here as Noydia? It's very different from the climate."

"I think their parents are more familiar around there. What I do know is the price of livestock."

"I see. Then I don't mind if I can maintain it within my budget with something I think I can keep. Discuss the details with someone who understands."

"I'll tell you that."

As Ill exited, Ruth grabbed the tail of the rig in his free hand. Despite the unpleasant looking leopard, he enjoys the feel of hair with his fingertips pinched.

Few humans in the castle own animals individually, but it would be this black leopard that could be described as the epitome of that minority. Most of all, this leopard, who also follows the battle, is not a plaything animal, but his squire, like a self-defensive escort.

Even more "more than a squire" for Ruth himself, the leopard of existence closes his eyes by leaning against him whether he has given up getting his tail pulled.

"Rig"

There's no point in calling it that.

The shadow is always beside him, even if you don't call him.

But maybe Ruth wants to make sure he keeps calling this name.

There must still be no such thing as a presence next door that suddenly disappears one day.

Weather days are limited to naps.

Lanoma, who was so serious and unsuspecting, escaped the eyes of humans who were likely to pay small attention that day, wandering around the castle looking for a sunny spot. I was just in the corridor going out into the courtyard, headlining a familiar shadow and stopping my legs.

"What. It's rare to have a single product."

Black leopard who should always be with Ruth. That's why I went out to the courtyard on my own for a walk.

Lanoma was driven by curiosity to follow what the rig, which usually behaves like a shadow, was doing without her husband. Look for the black leopard through the window where you can see the corridor.

The rig walking in the sunny garden seemed to be putting something in his mouth. The man stares and sees what it is.

"Is that... a flower?

A few rounds of white wildflowers, the leopard disappeared into the back of the courtyard.

Sneaking out after him, Lanoma chooses under the wind to look for the leopard.

That's how the black back I found among the grass trees seemed to sit still in front of the corner where the thin red flowers bloom.

A garden where you can only hear the stirring sound of the leaves. The immobile leopard's eyes stare at the little flowers.

I guess the time I was doing that was long felt but only a few minutes. The rig rose as the wind blew for a while. Disappear through a different path from the one that came.

"Hmm? What do you got?

Lanoma once again headed to where the rig was sitting as his black back disappeared from the courtyard. Find out where the light red flowers are blooming and peek in.

Little flowers that shake in a whisper. In the center of it was placed a white stone tablet so that it could be buried in the grass.

When Lanoma bends, she scratches the grass on the tablet with her hands.

"... Fiona... who?

There is only one woman's name inscribed on the tablet.

Lanoma stood on the spot for a while with a face that seemed to contemplate something when she looked down at the white wildflowers offered in front of the unremembered name and tablet.

He had fallen asleep a little. Ruth, who was leaning against the office chair and closing his eyes, opens his eyes to the tiny noise.

The door is still closed. He handed in the panther under his feet, wondering if it was a mistake to hear. Lift the rig that has rubbed its forehead in its hand onto its knees...... Ruth notices a slight floral scent.

"What, you?"

Looking back, the window did open. Then the earlier sound would be that of the rig returning from the outside.

Unusual such as leaving the side while I was sleeping - the man who thought so, but remembered the memory in the incense of the flower and erased the smile.

"Oh well... that's the time already"

The season when thin red flowers bloom. That's connected to the memory of one girl.

When Ruth closed her blue eyes again, she remembered there a flamboyant "girlfriend" smile and sighed without a voice.

It was seven years ago that Lanoma visited Willidis Castle. It came from the capital of the king of Lisai.

Originally he was born as an aristocratic bastard and grew up in a poor lower town with his mother and two.

Asked about his father since he was long, he wanted to "see how thick-faced skinned he was," and began to serve the court as a martial officer relying on his forged fighting arm, but life in the court was not a bit of fun for him.

Father who comes to confess his identity and spreads it among the weak. And noble brothers who dispute with pride and jealousy like habla, without even polishing their strength.

Having excelled in martial arts, he began to be subjected to some shady harassment, and as a result, Lanoma closed her mouth to the boring way of court.

Three years later, when his mother died ill, he left the capital of the king.

He stopped at Willidis Castle, where he was traveling the streets without any particular destination, simply to replenish and rest. The rest, including the banished King's brother, was also interested when he heard of the castle where the outsiders were gathered.

But as Lanoma rested her feathers there and occasionally stuck her neck in battle, her life in this castle gradually became more enjoyable.

We grab what we want with our own hands. Wisdom, strength, muddy support to live.

It's hard to say it's ever easy, but it's a breathable life.

Lanoma found her place there, but at the same time knew the power of her master to rule the castle… and gradually "greed" appeared.

A woman carrying a stack of folded laundry. Lanoma, who found her face-to-face at the end of the hallway, ran out of the spot when she whistled.

"Hey! Run! Run, wait a minute!

"What. It's not funny."

The woman looked back and twisted the problem child of the castle from the side of the white cloth.

Somewhere now Lanoma laughs bitterly at that gaze that reminds her of her late mother.

"Run, that's it, right? You're from Wang Du with His Highness, aren't you?

"Somehow suddenly. What's wrong with that?

"You know who Fiona is with a grave in the courtyard?

Ask the person you seem to know best if you ask anyway - the aim of the Lanoma, which I thought was, at least, definitely centered.

Run loses his expression for a moment, but when he returns to me in seconds, he takes a big sigh.

"I know."

"What kind of person are you?

"My niece."

In one word, Lanoma realized who it was.

Run is the sister of a woman who was Ruth's nanny.

In other words, Fiona is the daughter who was Ruth's milk brothers and sisters… the girl he "couldn't protect".

Your Highness, I'm sure this will be a meadow by now.

Then I plant flowers. Light red.

To Wang Du? You don't have to go home or not, either.

It's best for everyone to live happily ever after.

My house is always where His Highness is.

Lanoma only knows fragments about the girl. Because it's an old story, and everyone who knows doesn't want to talk about it.

But there are things that can be seen from the fragments alone.

For example, why don't you put the woman Ruth has decided to put aside? Lanoma felt it probably had something to do with her.

Run walks into a small room nearby with his laundry. When he followed him, the woman who placed the cloth on the shelf gestured and instructed him to "close the door". She sighs again when no one else listens.

"You put a lot of work on your Highness, but it won't be that easy. If we can fight and win, will that be all?"

"... I don't think I'm wrong"

"I'm not saying I'm wrong. That's not all. If we fight with the king, we'll sacrifice ourselves."

"Like Fiona?

Run looks disgusted when his niece's name is given to him.

But you thought he wouldn't pull even if he kept his mouth shut, and she opened her heavy mouth when she sat in the chair that was nearby. Start talking to one girl about her husband.

"Fiona came here with me about His Highness. Her mother was already dead by then. She's a daughter who often finds out how old she is, and she's good at encouraging people. We were all helped by that girl back then. I used to follow you beside your Highness, and you seemed like a real brother and sister.... but I guess that wasn't a good idea in the end"

"Did they kill you to show off?

"It may or may not be. It was when she was sixteen. His Royal Highness has just become seventeen. Fiona was killed by an assassin who came into the castle. - He didn't suffer. That's the only way to save him. I poked my heart in the back. She died of stuttering faces."

"The only damage was to Fiona then?

"Yeah. But that kid wasn't just stabbed in the heart. After he died, he had his uterus mutilated. You know what this means, don't you?

Lanoma's face just distorts.

Break the belly of the girl you killed. It would either have ascertained the presence or absence of the child or a similar threat.

He wanted to spit on the bad chest feces.

"... were you His Highness's lover?

"No, I'm not. That's not what happened then. He was a family member to His Highness. But maybe that's what they suspected. It wasn't, and maybe that kid just happened to be in my eye. It's something I don't know anymore. After that, it was tough. We all stopped His Highness. He didn't tell me he was going back to King's Landing to get revenge."

Run looks over the wall at the direction of the courtyard.

I guess you know there's her grave there. The woman's eyes were filled with unspeakable emotions and disappeared without falling to zero.

The man silences himself with his face as if he had chewed up a bitter worm.

The irretrievable loss, all stories of the past, will thus remain among the living.

The stone tablet that overlooks me only sees half her name. The rest is hidden in shaky grass and buried.

But when Ruth saw it, he didn't want to avoid the grass. Because she remembered she was a daughter who didn't want those things to happen.

"Not at all... it's been ten years"

Soon that's all the months went by.

In the meantime, there were more people in the castle and more greenery. Ruth looks back at the years she left to fly.

"I can't remember your face very well these days"

The girl who was always laughing at me with a good laugh. Her face, which should have been with her more than it was when she felt like it, is gradually blurring in her memory.

It's her words that I just can't forget. And it just means "I was laughing".

Ruth turned back his heel as he turned the bouquet of flowers he had brought before the stone tablet. The rig follows without sound.

That's how he returned to the corridor facing the garden, where he was surprised to find his men.

Soon they waited for him. Lanoma gently bows her head toward Ruth.

"Excuse me, Your Highness."

"What. What's up?"

"No, I've been meaning to be me, even though I've heard a lot about it."

I don't know what it is.

Ruth smiled bitterly, but walked out again when accompanied by a rig. Lanoma follows after that.

Same combination as usual. The man known for his disturbance fondness raised a terribly quiet and flat voice from time to time.

"Your Highness, I think you're fine now, too."

"So what, suddenly?"

"But I don't think it's a good idea to wait till you hit me"

Ruth stops his leg.

The man looked back at his husband without fright. Teaseless eyes stand out in the dim hallway.

"You know very well that there are things that you won't return once you've lost them. What do you lose the next time you get hit? A woman in love, a family of this castle, or yourself."

precarious position.

Whoever thinks it is, it will be true that Ruth is standing there.

Castle guarding the southwest border. But worthless wilderness.

If you don't scratch your feet, you can't live, but if you show your head too far, there is this castle in the position where it will be pruned.

What is sought is submissive, so to speak, like the dead. And to let you know that a girl was once harmed.

When a man who knows that better than anyone else is silent for a few seconds - but conceives a quiet authority and responds to his men.

"Whatever it is. I'm not going to be taken from you in silence."

"Well, that's fine."

The two walk out again in the same direction.

Non-overlapping footsteps. After it disappeared, a dry breeze blew.

The courtyard of an unpopular castle.

Behind it is a corner planted with small thin red flowers.

Hidden in the shadow of the great tree, there is a constant gentle leaking day pouring in, and there is a gentle air.