Unnamed Memory

"I wish I'd killed him"

Bright, large room. All the conditioning was likened to a man's room, which was luxurious, and his voice was bright.

The man, the lord of the room, opens his eyes in amazement and sees his brother, who divided his blood. He grabbed a dignified, skinned fruit, regardless of his brother's gaze.

"'Cause, right? Leaving it alive won't do anything. Isn't it just a seed of disaster?"

But what happens to the southwest border when it's gone?

"There's nothing you can do about it. You used to be that castle deserted, didn't you? Just go back to that time. It would be more troublesome to leave that alone and save your strength. It's best if you kill them."

The man in the vortex now on the subject will be a belly-up brother to both of them.

But at least, the man wearing the juicy fruit didn't even look fine dust as if he was carrying something called flesh-parential affection.

My brother, the king, is driven by the idea that my brother's lack of affection may be the same for himself, and I remember the chills.

"Don't make any roundabout threats then, you should have killed that person, too. Didn't you just kill one daughter and buy a grudge?

"... if he doesn't make a child out of that castle and ends his life, I thought that would be all right."

When he squeezes out his trembling voice, his opponent shows his contemptuous eyes for a moment.

But before his brother could blame him, he threw half the fruit on the plate. Soak your dirty hands in a water dish.

"Anyway, you should hit your hand early. His Majesty's reputation is not fragrant because of the war conditions in the north here. Even Rod and Volg are sympathetic to that one. You should pick your rubbing buds early."

And when the names of the two remaining brothers were given, the king looked upon his face more than any other. The rush and humiliation float in colour.

My brother's complexion turns blue and black. Watching it he looked at the core of the thrown away fruit.

The improperly wrapped fruit had already begun to brown and discolor in its tooth shape at that time.

In Willidis Castle, water is considered precious.

Waste is not good because it is, but the children rarely hung over the reservoir that day and played with the pattern. Draw out the water and turn it toward the leopard behind you.

But the rig doesn't imitate being silenced either. He keeps avoiding droplets when he jumps around with five children.

As a result, water was scattered around the area after the leopard.

Ruth and Nez, leaning against the walls of the castle, look silently at their acts, which combine play and fruitfulness.

Eventually, when water was sprinkled all the way over the grass, the Nez instructed the children with the water bucket in their hands, "Next is that way," he said. The rig jumps ahead.

"That's a lot of energy."

"That's what kids are like."

Calves are to be bought next week for them who have been offered and allowed to keep animals.

Waiting for it, this time the rig bought the opponents of the children whose expectations were too inflated, but since just now the black leopard had not let their bodies touch the water or their hands. bouncing around while keeping a constant distance between them.

"Can you babysit, too, that guy?"

"You must be smart. I understand the humanities well."

"It's always been that way"

The rig he's been with since he was a boy is like half of himself to him.

That may or may not seem stronger that way for the rig to utter no words. Whenever a black smooth body leaned on him, whether he was discerning the inside of his husband, he had shared his hospitality with the rig.

The black shadow reminds me of a decade or so that I was overcome because of the people around me, and Ruth is often held back by wonder.

Leopard life is much shorter than that of a person.

But knowing that, Ruth couldn't imagine that the rig would one day be gone from his side.

Time to flow slowly.

Watching the shaky kids, he narrows his eyes to the sunshine that pricks his skin when he wakes up from the walls.

"It's time for the limit"

I've been losing the rig motion since earlier. We distance ourselves from our children and are often belly-up on the grass.

Come on. You'd be sorry if you didn't take him out. Ruth raised his hand and called the leopard.

"Rig! We're going back!

Did you think of your husband's voice as heavenly help, or the leopard jumps up his tail.

Ruth returned to the castle gate, laughing at the children who waved remnantly.

An irreplaceable routine. Willidis Castle was still connected and peaceful today.

Apparently the rig, which had been bouncing around under the sun for over an hour, was just at the limit of fatigue. When I returned to the castle, I fell asleep in the shadows of the windy hallway.

Ruth grins and strokes the leopard, who doesn't seem to want to move as it is, and leads only one person to the Great Hall.

There was just a merchant company coming down the street from Wang Du who had been asked to greet him.

The line of going to Lambardo asks Ruth for an overnight inn and a little buying and selling, and he is allowed to do so.

Occasionally the hall was lined with color-picking cloths and dried fruit, and the women who came to peek cheered and swarmed.

While doing so, the banquet seat branch can begin a short distance from the noise.

There are a few artists in the merchant corps, and they perform their own art.

Sky as the sun falls. Before the purple-dyed evening, but the wilderness castle strengthens the bustle.

Thus did the inhabitants of the glorious castle spend a night drunk with the sound and dance of booze and ease.

When Ruth tried to leave the hall, having tasted just a little booze, it was the sitter that binds a few artists who had stopped him.

He has recommended to him the last princess of singing as a matter of fact when he used the vernacular phrase around him.

It is never uncommon for a human visitor to this castle to offer him a woman who will serve him overnight ga as one of his offerings.

Ruth thought a little, but eared when he invited Ranoma, who was nearby.

"That's right. You want it?"

"Your Highness, please remember. I like a little more women."

"... do I have to remember? It is"

Aside from my men's preferences, the singing princess in the matter has a very luxurious figure.

Glossy black eyes are rare in rhinos, and Ruth was a little interested in her little lips, not too red again. He leaves the hall behind when he decides to accompany the singing princess to his bedroom.

Usually Rig disappears without being at the time he takes the woman, but today he is invisible from the front of the banquet seat. I guess I sleep tired in the hallway.

Once earlier, Ruth thought I should have gone to see how it went, but the rig is not a little kid. Tomorrow, he'll come back fluttering.

When he returns to his room, he draws water from the water and includes it in his mouth. He showed the woman the cup to wipe the leftover liquor.

"Want a drink?

"No, thank you"

The woman in the gray coat drops it on the floor.

Wrapped in a black thin cloth, it had created a seductive appeal, but not only that, it made Ruth feel a distortion somewhere sick. "Tired on the road? When she asks," It's not a sturdier body than it was, "she returns.

"A little, maybe he got hit by the heat. This seems to be a lot stronger than the king's capital."

"Oh. Right. I couldn't help it until I got used to it."

"Wang Du was better, don't you think?

Few of these questions come from women. Ruth sat back on the sleeping table smiling bitterly.

"Nothing. There's nothing like what you want over there"

"You don't have a body."

The sentiments I could hear, but like many of the women, I didn't want to spare myself from being a man, but I also sounded unluckily sympathetic somewhere. The singing princess steps out thin feet toward the man's waiting sleeping table.

"Because I don't resent you guys?

"Nothing about me."

"Your Highness is kind, isn't he?"

When the woman stops him in front of her, she also strips off the black thin cloth. The body underneath was pale and clear because of the moonlight.

She smiles softly at the man who blinds her eyes.

"I, in the King's capital, was called White Princess."

"Weird to say."

Sometimes a woman belonging to one of the travelers is still a whore. I mean, I guess she's one of them.

Ruth held the woman by her hand trying to throw both arms at herself. Look at the whole body of the unwrapped singing princess with blue eyes.

"Spread your hands and let them go around a bit"

"... why?

"No. Just in case"

I feel a little uncomfortable. For touching on the brothers and the monstrous smile that appears to be terminal.

That's why he thought about the possibility and made sure he didn't hide his weapon or something, but he didn't see anything suspicious about her with a slightly dissatisfied eye but a spin. Tilt his inner neck, wondering if it was because of the booze, and Ruth apologizes "it was bad".

I also thought they were the kind of people who use witchcraft, but they are first of all small in absolute numbers. Most of them are hidden somewhere, or even famous examples are Noydia clerics, who rarely show up in public. I wouldn't be able to think of being here first.

He thought so, but sometimes he didn't take it personally and tried to lower her down.

Ruth opens her mouth to White Princess, who happily tries to turn her arms around his neck.

Shaking shadows.

It was at the next moment that the woman's body glanced untouched.

He was about to be thrown out in front of a man. The thin jaw is pulled down on his back in a flash.

What is there is a shadow assimilated to darkness. The rig, which was attacked by a woman without sound, is bitten on the woman's white shoulder.

She opened her eyes to her deeply stabbed fangs. I see my body stained with blood as I look at it with horror and pain.

"Oh, oh!

"Rig!"

Screaming and the fury of calling the name of the leopard cleaves the night chi.

But when he received his master's voice, the beast did not cease to ravage him. Making a blunt noise and chewing off a woman's shoulder raises her bloodstained face.

Golden eyes glowing at night. A pair of eyes that did not belong to a person looked straight up at the man's eyes.

"Stop it! Rig! What's the matter!

The liberated woman reaches for Ruth with a scream.

But before the hand could reach him, the rig devoured the woman's throat. Obvious fatalities, the woman's body becomes a bow.

A tragic hunting moment.

The black beast tried to draw its prey straight into the darkness.

A woman's plundering groan. The sound of bone crushing follows it.

"Rig!"

- How long have we been together?

The trust, the bond, did not let Ruth have the sword, even now on this occasion.

He reaches for the leopard trying to take the dying woman away. But Rig stripped his threatening fangs in his hand when he let the woman go. Ruth breathes into his fangs directed at him for the first time since he became a beast.

"What's up..."

The woman, I'm sure, won't be able to help anymore. But I can't even leave it like this.

Ruth, who gave in, reaches out again. I tried to gently stroke Rig's head, then.

The rig made a cloudy noise and coughed. Blood that does not belong to a woman is spit out.

"Rig!"

Something's wrong.

The leopard, throbbing and spitting blood at the noise of the clutter, soon collapsed on the spot. At that moment Ruth understands everything.

"Poison!

A woman who has already run out. The woman was the poison itself.

Humans whose body fluids are all turned into poison. An assassin who is said to have been poisoned since childhood or to have been degenerated by witchcraft.

Rig must have noticed it with the smell of the beast and attacked the woman. Ruth didn't mind getting dirty in the blood, and held up a lying leopard. Kick open the door and scream into the hallway.

"Somebody come! Poisoned! Call the rats!

A castle at night with noisy air.

That's how the Willidis Castle - for the first time in ten years - has been hit with an abominable blow by an assassin.

Of the merchants who stayed at the castle, one of the artists was at some point oblivious.

The merchants, questioned by the soldiers for drawing in the assassins, make their eyes black and white.

He says that one of the performers only knew each other in the King's Capital, and if you think back often, no one knew its detailed qualities.

All those in the castle who have come to know the truth bite bitter thoughts.

"So, what about the rig?

Lanoma asks the rat who came out of the treatment room.

Until earlier there was also Ruth here, but he was also poisoned when he touched the woman's blood with him. He had a high fever of what was not otherwise in his life and had been forcibly returned to the room by the hands of his men.

Rigs, on the other hand, in much worse condition than their husbands, are being treated by the hands of the rats.

but he replied to Lanoma that he would tongue in a grumpy manner.

"I can't do that. Seems more resistant to that hand poison than humans, but there are limits to that too. I guess I'll have it till morning."

"... seriously"

I know exactly how much Ruth cares about the rig, and that's how intense it was on this scene until a few minutes ago.

Even if not, they've been together forever. Lanoma didn't want to imagine how painful that loss would be because she could imagine it. He kicks the wall with frustration.

I wish I had taken on a woman, I don't think. It's with me that I don't want to die.

I just should have suspected more. That singing princess, for example, never took a drink during the feast. I guess he hated it when he put his mouth directly on the cup and the liquor and the like discoloured. I should have suspected that.

- I haven't had anything for ten years. So there will always be nothing.

I can't tell anyone I didn't have such a sweet idea. But the idea was really only "sweet".

Everyone doesn't fasten the lanoma that kicks the wall. Some are angry, some are silent with grief in their eyes.

Then they were prodded again, ready to bear the loss.

"Rig"

Raise your hands reflexively. Call the shadows beside you.

That's how Ruth jumped up, but frowned when he noticed his severely damp whole body with sweat.

Bedroom in a room I don't normally use. The uncomfortable sight brings back memories of last night.

There is no black leopard. There is no one in his sight.

I was just wondering if someone was wiping his sweat until earlier, and the water basin was just on his pillow.

"Rig"

The fever is dropping. There's nothing wrong with my body either.

Ruth stood up from the bedroom and headed for the door. My consciousness hurries to ask how the rig is doing.

But before he went out into the hallway himself, the door was opened by another man.

Run, who brought his husband's change of clothes, rounds his eyes to Ruth, who is awake.

"Your Highness, your body..."

"I'm fine now. More rigs than that."

"The rig..."

Lan looked around as if wandering. He has a bad feeling about the way it is.

Looking back down the hallway, she bit her lip when she noticed something. Step aside and clear the front door.

It was Vernon and Lanoma who came.

In time Vernon had something wrapped in a white cloth in his arms. Ruth's blue eyes are opened.

"Rig?"

No matter how painful it was, the pain was faint when I leaned in.

And so the shadow supported him and divided his emotions. When I came to this castle, when the girl died, all the time.

But now he has no shadow. I have no one to share the loss.

"Rig"

Ruth calls the name, as if it meant nothing, such as other words.

That's how Lanoma saw the hand stretched out to the white cloth bag - and when she missed her gaze with a bitter face, she walked away from the hallway to refuse to look ahead.