Unnamed Memory

I had a terrific dream.

That is what he thought the first time he woke up.

What the hell kind of unconsciousness is reflected? The rig becomes a woman and so on.

It is true that a leopard who has accompanied him for more than a decade would have no further aptitude as his wife, but I am afraid of his own idea of making it a woman.

Ruth chewed up his indescribable weakness while getting his way around him.

I wonder when he fell asleep in the first place. My memory is twisted and I'm not sure.

He called for a rig that was round in the corner of the room. The black leopard comes under his feet as he stretches wide.

"... well, should I say I gained"

To a grunt, Rigg turned his eyes round and looked up at Ruth.

I see overlapping dark eyes from last night in those eyes. A beautiful woman who can only be described as an illusion.

I'm sure a woman like that is an ideal because she doesn't actually exist and she can't reach it.

Say it's in your dreams. You got it because you made it your own overnight. Ruth strokes the head of the rig with her hands.

"Well, let's get to work"

Speaking a word to change his mood, Rig walks him out ahead.

That's how he arrived in the office, but he noticed a little bit of the remnants of his dream.

"Would you like to contact Noydia?"

That's what Ildo asked me after Ruth finished some of his usual work.

He looked at the rig by the window, remembering what was in his dream.

"Right...... It's a problem if you were a sinner. Get your horses out of here once and see how they're doing."

So he cut the word because the rig he was sleeping on accidentally jumped so frighteningly.

As the leopard hurried to jump under his feet, he stumbled on his knees.

Ruth remembers last night for a moment, as if to say "different story".

"No way......"

That's a dream. It would be strange if it wasn't a dream.

I've never even heard of leopards turning into people. So I guess this attitude of the rig, for some other reason.

He stares down at the leopard's big eyes.

"No, I knew I wouldn't tell Noydia anything"

Rig heard it and lowered his forefoot. He also looks relieved without a heart. Ruth slapped his inner neck.

"... is a lie, shall we send Noydia an early horse"

The black leopard gives a little face and puts out a man's knees stronger than earlier.

With a thin, tight leopard's hand, Ruth felt a little pain poking much harder than the twitch, but the surprise prevailed over it.

Ruth repeats, "Report, do not" in front of the shivering face Ill.

Each time the leopard, who seemed to be delighted and worried, turned to him because he thought he was being played.

It's like a human trick, Ruth arms up and thinks.

"What the fuck? I don't get it."

"Your Highness, so it will be reported...?

It must be Ilde who doesn't understand more.

Ruth, who was thinking about it, looked up as if he had remembered reality, and replied, "I won't" to his subordinates' questions.

What happened last night is only possible in dreams.

But when you dream, you don't really know how long it's been a dream.

Ruth handed in the black leopard when it was only the rig in the room. I inquire with my face close to the leopard, who has approached me so dearly.

"You, in fact, can you be human?

In a questionable questioning of his sanity if asked by another human being, the leopard returned a trick he could not tell was shaking his head or leaning.

When Ruth lets his forelegs out, he lifts both of them and forces the rig to stand on his hind legs.

"Try being a little human. Because I'm the only one."

It's a word that makes me want to doubt my sanity by putting a tear on my leopard, but Ruth tried to say it with a serious face that there was no one else.

But the rig just stares at the man with a bewildered face who seems uncomfortable standing on two legs.

There's no sign of anything happening. After a while Ruth frowned and armed herself when she let go of the rig's forelegs.

"Is it still a dream?

I doubted for a moment whether it was real, but actually doubting it is also a silly and impossible story.

Maybe I'm a little tired. Ruth went back to work when he cleaned up so much on the matter.

- It was that night that he had to change his perception.

Ruth, who, as usual, had finished his work and returned to his private room, sat in a bench without even dressing, glancing over the paperwork.

Time when the sun has completely fallen. To the shadow created by the moonlight, he reaches out to raise the light of the nearby lamp as he looks at the paperwork.

But the finger can barely reach. Ruth tried to reach back again. That's when someone's finger twists the picking first.

"Findings are dangerous."

"Oh, bad"

I replied reflexively, but Ruth looked up a little. Find the woman standing next to the lamp.

"... When did I sleep?

"Is that all you want to say? What did you do at noon?"

She just wrapped a cloth around a white one, just like last night, but she's obviously angry when she sees the look on her face.

Probably has it in its roots that it was made fun of during the day. If she really is a rig.

Ruth thought for a while and silently invited the woman. When he comes within reach, he pulls his white hand and holds it in his arms.

And I peeled her chest off and peeked in - I found my mark there last night. Lose words in matters beyond understanding.

"Ruth! Let go of me!

"... I don't know what that means"

"I can only go back at night! Time to swallow!

"Can't you go back?

I finally took it off in the man's arm. She held her breath when she got far enough. Stare at the man with the eyes of criticism.

"I don't mind if you don't believe me, but don't renege on your promise. I'll bite you."

"He said he couldn't go back. You, that's what you look like?

Long dark hair, white magnetic skin, beautiful woman with dark eyes.

Is that what the leopard was supposed to be walking with me all the time?

Ruth was silent again on stories that would turn most of his previous perceptions upside down. Manage to organize your thoughts and ask again.

"How does that work? Is that the kind of race you are?

"No. It's a kind of magic."

"Oh, is it magic..."

That power, which I wanted to see, has gradually decreased in the number of users on this continent and is now too scarce.

I hear it's pervasive on the western continent, but people rarely travel to this continent who can use it.

Ruth had complicated emotions when she was to see it from the beginning. I'll call her to the rig again, but she won't come close.

"I'm very shocked right now"

"I do have a handful of magic users at the moment, but I do"

"Do you understand? This shock of being with you all the time and being alert and showing you anything, that the person you were dealing with was actually human."

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"How can you? Shame on you more."

"Please don't!

When he rose from the bench, the rig lagged behind on whether he thought something would be done.

But Ruth lifts her light body as she fills the distance from her without giving her a chance to escape. I peered into the woman from close quarters that would attract my face.

"Why didn't you ever go back to being human?

"I couldn't go back. I've finally been able to relax and come back recently. Only at night."

"Thanks to you, I've been a shameful feather for over a decade..."

"He said he didn't know that! I forgot, already!

"What do you want?

"Yes?"

No woman seemed to follow the abrupt shift in topic. Round your big eyes and look up at the man.

Ruth stared deep into those dark eyes. A gaze to pour, not to explore. Clear emotions emerge in the woman's eyes.

"I don't know a few things I thought if you were human. That's more than what I wanted to give you back. But now that I know you're human at the corner, I'm not too surprised to figure out what to do. So tell me what you want. Let's do that."

If she were you now, any gem or garment would be enough to dedicate its beauty.

It should also be easy to dress up like a noble princess and gather people's envy and aspirations in that way.

But the truth is, Ruth is not at all sure if the rig will be happy with such a thing.

He didn't want to try to decorate her with cleanliness like the moon itself, but he wanted to give her what he wanted more than that.

Rig looks back at him still.

A small white hand accompanied both cheeks of the man. Dark eyes spread instantly unpredictable affection.

But as soon as she closed her lids, she tangled her arms around Ruth's neck. Serve gently with a small sigh.

"I have too much to decide what I want"

"Then say it one by one."

"A little more, please, put it aside"

The plundered tail also sounded like he was crying because of his mind.

Ruth puts her thoughts on matters she doesn't know why she is restricted by witchcraft and what past she has with her.

But that would only be a fraction for them. They have changed, and it is the shape that makes them lean in unchanged.

I have no doubt there. I can honestly say it because I think it's sweet. He had a sad sentiment for the warm body he held up.

That's how Ruth strokes the head of the rig slowly.

Temporarily like reconfirming a relationship that doesn't change. He smiled when he tapped the back of the rig gently. "That's just so happy for me," he said.