Unnamed Memory

Time seems to be stopping.

That's something I've felt nagging about since I found out about "her". Ruth looked down at the woman sleeping next door.

It even feels as if this relationship has been going on for a long time, even though it is only a few days since I began to overlap my words and body with her, who was a leopard.

The kind of relief I've been accompanying you for a long time.

However, if you think about the sensation carefully, you probably can't help it.

A shadow that was always at his side. It's just that the relationship has changed a little. In fact, she only becomes a woman at night.

"Rig"

Calling his name, stroking his head.

That's all I mean. Ruth mouths on the woman's shoulder with love.

But I hear that's all she woke up with in her shallow sleep. I opened my black eyes thinly and looked up at him.

"Ruth......"

"What. You can sleep."

He smiled and stroked her hair, but the rig didn't laugh at all. The abyss of darkness stares at the man.

"Ruth, I'll be writing to you soon"

"Letter?"

"Time..."

The woman closed her eyes there again. Sink into the bedroom as if you were exhausted. Ruth paid serious attention to her as she began to get back to sleep.

"Is that a bedtime?

The person is asleep to ask.

Ruth smiled bitterly and hung a cloth over the woman's shoulder, hugging her luxurious body and closing her eyes.

There's nothing extra in the office at Willidis Castle.

I just have Ruth's desk, the owner of the castle, and the desks my men use for their work one at a time. All you have to do is file shelves and a window out.

Towards the rig lying in that window, the empty ruth of his hand was waving his feathers. Raise and lower the tip of the feather so as to invite it.

"Rig, there you go"

To the man's voice, the black leopard turned sideways just slightly up. Ruth looks sorry for his unconvincing attitude.

Before, when I did this, I let my eyes shine. Then when has it been, but now she's not interested.

He puts a cheek wand on his desk when he wears a feather.

"Well, I don't know what to do"

The words that came out somewhat with his mouth were uttered unconsciously by him himself.

Listen to yourself and Ruth reconsiders.

Right now, his relationship with the king is not good because the king hates him half way, but I can't really pretend to see if it's right to flip an anti-flag against it. Nearly a decade ago, driven by vengeance, it would have been easier to make up your mind, but it's not just about you. It would still be different to make things happen with personal grievances.

Perhaps it was a good thing "now" that I was coming to a decision when I thought about it that way. Ruth looked at the furrows of the sleeping leopard.

A moment when only thoughts move without words. But such a blurry time is also interrupted by loud knocking on the door.

"What's up? Come in."

It could be urgent from this beating.

Ruth, who thought so and encouraged him to enter the room, is just as flabbergasted to hear about his men who rushed in.

One hand, arguably the forerunner from the King - it was an order to Ruth to "move to the northern border and take command of the battle with his neighbours".

"You're hit."

Upon finishing reading the letter from the King, Ruth described that as his only thought. Throw the open letter on the desk and show the neighbors to look through it as well.

It is clear that the order formally brought about by the establishment of the Messenger is not such as to abandon the previous pangs and promote the belly brother. Rather, from the king, it would be a strategy equal to "bumping enemies against each other".

The letter says to leave all Willidis Castle's men in the evidence, and Ruth will assume his duties in the Northern Fort by himself. He and all the neighbors were angry at this order to separate his force.

Lanoma, who finally took the letter in her hand, puts it back on her desk with the same look she rounded it up.

"I heard what you said. That's right. I can see you trying to disable your Highness and turn him into a pawn."

"But if you don't listen, don't listen. You will be punished for violating the king's orders. Either way, it won't hurt the king."

Together they became bitter faces at Ildo's pointing out as if he had chewed up his abominations.

Ruth takes up the letter again as disgust steadily rises the water level.

It is no longer decisive that I have been preceded by this letter.

This leaves Ruth with little time to patrol. I can no longer use the means of taking some time to increase my allies.

Obey or go against the king - the decision will soon be known to everyone.

That's the only way. He is already standing in the crossroads.

Vernon hesitates to speak to his master drifting in the sea of thought.

"I don't think we can maintain the present situation, whoever is to be counted on to succeed this castle. This is probably a move to get rid of us at the same time. I don't think there's anything you can do to take orders."

"But right now, fighting the Wang Du Army is tough. There will be artillery weapons over there."

Artillery weapons that use gunpowder, which has developed rapidly in the last two hundred years or so, have not yet penetrated all armies into lubrication.

Manufacturing is expensive, handling and care of transportation, maintenance, etc. is cumbersome, and only a few are deployed to large armies such as Wang Du Army.

Artillery weapons capable of ranged and high-powered attacks instead of being dull in motion are so far abhorred as recruits who can easily change the war situation from armies that do not have them, but do not have that much effect on the armies of Castle Willidis, which consist almost exclusively of cavalry.

But it was also more obvious than to see the fire that the walls themselves would be destroyed by shelling if they were brought into a siege battle after siege using overwhelming force differentials as shields, in the case of battlefield battles with the same number of troops as each other.

Lanoma tongues in irritation.

"I wish I had killed the messenger before I heard what he was saying."

"You can do that, or you're the king's angel."

"You should have disposed of the body completely and let the thief do the same to you. I honestly returned the messenger."

Forced to make choices that neither of them could choose from, each of them ran their thoughts into a less promising future.

Ruth closed the conversation by saying, "Think a little" and looked up at the ceiling with his body on the back of the chair.

The rig changes its appearance by the time the moon starts illuminating the blue sky after even the remnants have completely disappeared.

Ruth offered her black silk clothes when she returned to people that same night on the sleeping table. Shows her surprise to try it on.

Few decorations, but costumes made of quality fabric match the color of her hair and eyes.

When Ruth fastens the little hook on his back, he turns forward and determines satisfactorily what the rig looks like.

"Hurry up, but you seem to be doing just fine"

"Or it fits. How can it be so fitting?

The rig shrugged and looked at the dress along the thin body as if it had been measured, but the man who placed the fine order just laughed and wouldn't answer.

When Ruth came out with two bottles and a cup, he poured the liquor from his hand into his cup and hers, the cup of silver. Sitting across from the table, I recommend a cup to the woman.

"You can drink, right?

"I can drink, though."

"Then drink. I wanted to try this with you once."

Taste that gives you a sense of the depth of years. Two years ago, the two of them tasted a bottle offered by a caravan who visited the castle, often silently.

White and black of a woman sitting on a chair. Ruth just looks at her without luster or purity.

"Are you following me when I say I'm going north?

"You shouldn't have come with a leopard, it didn't say."

The man laughed at her answering as a matter of course. Unbroken bonds and emotions. The bitterness falls into the dull red liquor.

But if I die, you're in danger, too.

"Are you going to die?

"I'm sure there's someone who's going to kill you."

When the cup is empty, he puts it on the table. The stiff sound of wood and silver touching each other sounded darkened in the dark room.

The man's gaze goes too far over the empty liquor cup and pours on the woman of beauty.

"Rig, you stay here. Ask Nez and Vernon for the rest."

"What..."

"Now it is up to me to be crushed without being able to do anything against the king. Then I'll choose the one with the slightest possibility."

There is a good chance he will be murdered.

But that would be a better choice to pick up hope than to rebel and be ravaged from castle to castle.

Survive in any environment and wait for the opportunity. That's what Ruth has been doing for over a decade.

The rig is dangerous to the dark eye. A voice with suppressed emotions slipped through his little lips.

"And what does that have to do with leaving me?

"I don't want you to die"

- She's the first "certain woman" Ruth's had.

A woman I've always wanted to keep beside. And oddly enough, by noon, she is taking the look of a leopard, and she is escaped from the eyes of an assassin.

But it was also in this castle. I don't know what would happen if I moved north.

Thinking about the poison princess wouldn't necessarily mean Ruth would be in a dangerous situation and the rig would be safe. I really want to avoid that.

The woman is just silent about what she's thinking.

Ruth stared with serene affection at her skin, pale and delicate appearance in moonlight. When I do the call, the rig comes on my lap across the street.

He exchanged mouths just to touch lightly, and he stroked the woman's head.

"Before that, Rig, how can you go back to being a complete human being?

"Suddenly what?"

"I'd like to see you in the light of day before I leave if I can"

That's undoubtedly true, but one of the conveniences.

Flowers that bloom only at night. I want to get that girlfriend out under the sun too.

Ruth was beginning to greed the changes that would only bring danger if she were next to her.

I want to give the woman, who will only be freed under the moon, the freedom to become permanent - that difficult greed will also be fulfilled if we let her go.

And most importantly, Ruth wanted to return "something" to the rig.

I want to give her something so she can have at least a little more of what she's been given.

Or maybe that "something" is a sorcery breakdown, he thought.

"Rig"

A big hand touches a woman's cheek. She closed her eyes as she put her own white hand over those hands.

"Rig, how do I get back?

"Ruth."

Her voice sounded so distant at this time.

Clean but unseen sea at the bottom. That's only natural if it spreads through the night. To the ear of the man waiting for an answer, she leans and whispers her lips.

"Ruth, please wait a little longer"

Wait? What?

"Time."

Rig gave him a bright smile when he let go of his face. The girl's happy face. It also looks as if it's not bound by anything.

Don't you think I care about magic or something?

Ruth frowned at her answer, but quickly waved her wear. Even the irritable buds kick out and stroke the woman's hair.

If goodbye is imminent, I don't want to blame her. What I want to give is something else.

The man mouthed his white forehead as he held her up.

The act of sharing a limited number of times.

But at this time Ruth couldn't remember exactly what night it was, knowing her.