Unnamed Memory

- So please, be king.

The rig, temporarily wandering the frontier of life and death by poison, managed to take it off of a critical condition that spanned several days, but with the merit of the Nez's bitterness.

It still doesn't seem to be able to move as before, but it's still enough for Ruth.

He reached for his tail to go beside him when he smiled all the time. But it escapes into a man's hand just before he is grabbed.

Ruth looked unfortunate, but the rig left me alone. I walked straight ahead to slip one step ahead of him.

"So, what are the Noydia people saying?

"He said he didn't say anything. But this one pulled out his sword first and threatened me..."

"Sounds like a watershed theory."

The more emotional this hand story becomes, the more difficult it becomes to reveal "what was true" again over time.

Ruth stepped into the great hall following the rig, thinking about how he should fit in.

Of the group sitting directly on the floor of the hall, it was one girl who first entered the eye.

She had stared at Ruth with a strong gaze that shoots through her, raising her anger all over her body, and seemed vitally opposed to her thin, dirty whole body.

Ruth sees the bandages wrapped around her right hand and the rubbed off footwear in turn.

Vernon looked back when he noticed him.

"Your Highness."

"What's going on?

"That's..."

"Let go of me now! We didn't do anything!

It was the girl earlier who also raised her voice roughly in anger. Ruth grinned bitterly at Vernon's "and is in a state of" gavel.

But it seems that this girl is not the representative of a group of them either. The man next to the girl sighed heavily, "Just shut up, okay," and invited the laughter of the place. That irritates the girl even more.

He's dressed dirty, but he's probably a good house exit courtier.

Ruth stood in front of her and the man next door, judging so by pronunciation and such. Bend over and peek in.

"For once, this man said that he had pulled out his sword and responded, so I restrained him."

"You must be the ones who pulled it out first! Why do we have to be detained!

"Even if we pulled this one out first, we can't let people from other countries who don't know their purpose go to the king's capital."

When Ruth returns it, the girl is pale and stuck in words. The man next door opened his mouth on her behalf.

"I don't want to go to Wang Du. There's just a wounded person. I just wanted time for treatment. As soon as the condition calms down, we will return to Noydia."

"Are they after you?

Neither did they think there was any chance that they would be tied up in a rhino like this at all.

You pushed it, but didn't you cross the border to scatter the chaser?

That's what Ruth thought, but this guess seemed to be a graphic star. The man's expression hardens. He did, but asked overlapping without responding to it.

"What are we gonna do when we get back to Noydia?

"... I'm not going to teach you that much"

"Well, I guess so. Then we can take care of the injury here."

"Huh?"

Ignoring the careless reply, Ruth orders Vernon to arrange it.

When the women appeared accordingly and spoke out to the injured to name themselves, they turned into bewildered faces.

Speak to Ruth as the girl tries to walk away.

"Why are you helping?

"I'm not going to actively help you guys... This wilderness is hard for a Noydia human to live in in a weak state. If you go down and die in the streets, you don't like the merchants and travelers who go down the road."

"That's all?"

"That's all. Yeah, I'll keep an eye on you. Let me restrict my free movement."

Waving gently, Ruth turned her heels back. But I remember and look back at the girl.

"With that said, is there any of you who can use magic? I'd like to have a look."

It's a mild curiosity for him. I asked because it's a corner, just a question.

But hearing it, the girl distorts her face as if she had been hurt.

That's how she threw up bitterly when she couldn't help herself - "There's nobody here," she said.

Back in the office, Ruth received overlapping and detailed reports about a group from Noydia.

According to that report, he was still being chased by humans to find out from the injured people's condition and their scars.

Some said there were arrow wounds or scars of restraint due to chains, and Ildo concluded that "the sinner had escaped".

"A sinner. Should I send an inquiry to Noydia's home country?

"Perhaps. but when the merchants are being driven back, they will likely not arrive in regular letters. I think it would be quicker to direct the transmission."

"It's about a week's walk to Noydia's King's Capital. Closer than the capital of King Lisai."

Now, Ruth is thinking about what to do, and the rig that came next to me slapped him on the knee with his forefoot and slapped him.

At first I stroked him wondering if he wanted to play, but the leopard repeatedly slapped him on the leg as he avoided annoying the hand. Ruth tilts her neck.

"What is it, what is it?"

He asked face-to-face but had no idea what the rig wanted to complain about.

I don't know, so Ruth took two black forelegs and tried to shake them left and right to dance with both hands, but the leopard got stuffed and went to the corner of the room.

This kind of thing is very rare. Ildo points out to his neck twisting master.

"Aren't you feeling fragrant yet"

"Maybe."

Rig's behavior is puzzling, but we'll just have to leave him alone for now.

Ruth went into other work when he concluded that he would "decide tomorrow for now" to report to Noydia.

When the sun falls completely, the sprawling wilderness will turn from the strong sun of day and be illuminated by the light of the cold moon.

It's a world where the quiet can stand in, another look in the wilderness that doesn't donate people.

Ruth looks down at the view from his own terrace.

Decades later, hundreds of years later, I wondered if this dry earth would also be a meadow.

- If they ask me what I want to do. You won't be able to answer that question instantly.

I don't have the ideal of wanting to change the wilderness, nor do I have the ambition to return to the King's Capital.

I'm just doing what I have to do so that people will live in this castle, just as I need to eat to live every day.

That's all it is, and he's never moved by anything else. Ever.

- Occasionally, for example, uncontrollable anger can burn your chest.

But you can't let that impulse take precedence over everything. That's why in the last decade or so he has acquired the art of living with his anger in his hands.

"That's annoying..."

With a bitter smile, Ruth closes her eyes.

That's when the incoming rig rubbed his nose against his hand. Ruth laughs at the cold feeling.

Now it was time to lay hands on him to catch his tail, but the rig rushed back into the room. Jump on the sleeping table and dive into the white cloth.

"What. Are you hiding? Or do you want to sleep with me?

I did that both times when the rig was still small, but I guess it still is because I am a leopard who wants to play sometimes even when I grow up.

When he returned to the room, he closed the vitreous door. Remove the sword that was on your hips and place it on the table.

"You're sick. I don't mind sleeping with you, but don't fall asleep and hit me. 'Cause it's already big."

A dear voice. The white cloth moved on the man's words.

Ruth walks out toward the bedroom - but stops at discomfort.

Black tail sticking out of the hanging cloth. That's what they suck under the cloth as they look around.

Of course rigs can move their tails freely, so maybe it's nothing strange.

But it was more like "shrinking" than a tail folding.

"Rig?"

I can hear voices who don't want suspicion to be suspicious.

Wordless silence. The thin hanging cloth was slowly lifted from the bottom. A black, little head appears.

Ruth glanced at the sight.

The white shoulders then become more prominent, and the thin arms support the cuff about the sleeping table.

Zero long dark hair that fell off. The only hair that created a beautiful luster in the moonlight was similar to the bristles on the rig. A small hand pulls the cloth over and wraps it around his own pocket.

The woman, who then finally looked back, stared at Ruth with her far-reaching dark eyes.

"... rig, huh?

A young woman I've never met or seen.

Unexpectedly breathtaking beauty, but for some reason I miss it asexually.

The woman, who concealed her luxurious limbs with a cloth, lifted her little rosy lips slightly as she stepped down from her sleeping table and smiled at her dripping.

It's like an unreal view. It is clear that the beauty of the woman is fuelling it.

Ruth held his temples by his hand half unconsciously.

"What is this... a dream?

"Ruth, I need to ask you a favor"

"Talked."

"Listen to me. It's important."

The woman who complains with a serious face is certainly turning from leopard to person in front of him.

And the leopard has been leaning against him for a long time.

I didn't know what it was, and he leaned against a table nearby. I felt like I was going to get dizzy standing normally.

"Ruth."

"Say it."

Perhaps this is a dream.

But maybe there's a glimmer of truth there, too.

Ruth listened to the "rig" request. The woman raises a clear voice.

"I don't want you to give their information to Noydia, a bunch of people from Noydia at noon."

"That's another pretty specific favor. What's up?"

"Really. Please"

It is a realistic request that is not compatible with the illusory air.

Ruth wondered if he was dreaming like this because he was unsure if he should pass on the information, and that stray reflected it.

When I look at the rig, she has desperate eyes. He nodded and let his body off the table.

"Okay. Doesn't seem like he'll be around long anyway, and that's fine."

"Thank you"

"So, what do you give me in return?

It sounds like a prank. The only reason he laughed and showed it was because this dream was getting fun.

"We can get through without words"

That's the trust he's built up in the years he's spent with Rigg, but if the word makes sense, that's funny.

Ruth walked up to the woman standing in front of her without a seat and grabbed a room of that hair so she could grab her tail. Big black eyes stare up at him.

"Do I need something in return?

"No. I don't need it if you want me to. I've already had enough."

Then why?

"Because you're not much of a woman of my choice. That's just how long we've been dating.... No, is it natural if it's my dream?"

"What is it, it..."

There have been numerous women who have stood before him so far, but the women who are here now more than any of them are vibrant and attractive to their hearts.

Ruth touched her cheek like a white magnet. Long eyelashes shake and the rig looks at its hands.

A carefree luster. The light and darkness painted by the moonshadow, both of which she seemed to enclose.

He turns his hand around the hips of the rig when he releases his hand from his dark hair.

"I'm losing my tail. Too bad."

"Don't stroke me!

The reluctant man who turns himself is the Black Leopard himself, even if he changes his appearance. Ruth held the woman tight to the love that comes up asexually.

"I'm glad you're here. Thanks."

No reply. Looking down, she is watching him with many pregnant eyes.

But in the spirits of that emotion, Ruth did find love for herself and smile. Learn to be full of love from the unshakeable core.

Mouthing on the forehead of the rig, the warm tweezer, unlike in my dreams, stretched only a little.

That's kind of funny - greed inspires me.

Ruth whispered with the woman trapped in her arms.

"What do you think I can do if I'm in a dream?

"The idea is not dangerous..."

"It's a shame to wake up like this"

I hold the lagging rig closer to me.

She gave up or took a small breath when it brought to the man's chest. Wet red lips open.

"So what do you do?

"I've got too much for you. That's what I'm gonna ask you, okay? Are you willing to give it to me yourself?

"I'll give it to you"

A woman with a white whisper.

Ruth, who was given a luxurious limb, examined her in every corner, but her beautiful figure was undoubtedly human.