Unnamed Memory

The sunny sky extends everywhere as far as I can see.

The grassland without wind was as hot and humid as it was with air warmed by sunlight. Ruth looks down just a little worried about the blue grass being trampled by tens of thousands of armies.

This meadow, which is usually a pasture, but can we do something about it after it has been trampled and vandalized so far by horseshoes?

He had such doubts, but now it would be more important for the people of Noydia to quench the enemy in front of him.

When Ruth throws the thought of the moment out of his head, he regains consciousness in moving the army.

"Okay, that's good. Move the right wing forward in a little while. Push into the range of artillery weapons."

To convey his command, the horse of the decree ran away.

Ruth herself advances the horse as she hears the sound of a distant, resounding shell, a sword trident. I went out from the rear where I could see the war to the front where I could direct command.

Two weeks after King Noydia's capital was recaptured. The only remaining battlefield is the meadow west of this king's capital.

Until then, Luxa had masterfully used the artillery weapons he had bought against the forces of the Southern Fort, but another 17,000 troops were put on the battlefield to fight him on the occasion of the liberation of the King's capital.

And it was Ruth, who received a strong recommendation from the old general, who took command of that army.

When he reared the back of the Luxa army, which pushed back the attack from the southern fort, he definitely began to crumble the enemy army, which had not lost its fatigue.

Even though Luxa still had as many as five thousand soldiers at that point, Ruth flexibly moved the horseman when he spotted the unreachable location of the artillery weapon, and flirting with the enemy army shredded its numbers.

For every single slaughter thrown away, blood and fat hang around the blade of the sword.

Ruth tongued at his own sword, which had also made a blade spill, and threw it over the body of the enemy soldier. Pull out a new swing from the sheath on the saddle.

There is already no sound of artillery fire on the battlefield. of the Luxa army no longer. They were powerless and the meadows were a half-stricken place to fight.

Ruth sieges the enemy's main formation, pushing up the barely existent front line one by one.

I don't know the face of a man who is the chief. But you can tell by some measure what a nobleman is.

Ruth slammed the blade into its neck as he avoided the soldier's sword as he raised his anger. Look for the key target and circle your gaze.

Wet grass with blood. The air, where the smell of death can stand, continues to precipitate warmly, and the corpse, which rolls unbroken, shows with certainty that now is the turn of history.

The country in the mountains, which had not had a contentious dispute in recent decades, was no longer about to be determined where it was going by the anger and bloodshed that filled the meadows.

Ruth stares at the enemy forces as they are gradually driven into the woods in the back.

You can now say that you have decided to win or lose.

Some enemy cavalry desert horses and flee into the woods.

It was in haste and fear that floated in the faces of these people, and they did not seem very willing to fight.

Once those men may also be captured, Ruth instructs the horseman to bypass the woods and ambush them.

"Now, Luxa will live or kill..."

It was half unconscious to zero such a grunt, but you can't even hear it. As if you felt it, there was one man across the riot, and you saw Ruth.

The man, who looks magnificent, in his mid-forties, wears an unadorned but well-maintained armor.

Those thin ash eyes had a well-educated intelligence - and a boiling abomination.

Ruth, intuitive as to who it is, speaks up to the man.

"Luxa!"

The man was called by name and shook his body.

He stares at Ruth with frightened eyes, with no place to be frightened, as he is stranded right behind him to the point where he is called the woods. A tall voice screamed.

"Don't call me cheap, you slave-bellied kid!

"Oh, I knew it was Luxa. All right, get him."

As Ruth pointed, several soldiers rushed towards Luxa. They are instantly slaughtered with enemy soldiers.

He proceeded with his horse himself as he saw how it was.

The slander of "slave belly" and so on has been heard since the beginning of time. There's nothing more to it now.

But he became uncomfortable with the words of Luxa that followed.

"Did you hang out with that fake whore!? To the filthy filth of sorcery!

"What?

Who is that referring to? Everyone on the spot, not just him, could understand. There is only one woman close to Ruth.

Alta Ditiata, who now leaves the battlefield and is in the castle of the king's capital. She was insulted to keep the regime, and the soldiers around her were angry in an instant. Luxa, I'm going to kill you.

But Luxa gently jumped off the horse when she raised her own army to a shield with a deafening laugh. Flip yourself and run away into the jungle.

Soon some followed it and jumped into the woods, but Ruth raised his voice and stopped them.

Lanoma returns to make me smell dark blood and asks my husband.

"Don't you have to chase me?

"That's a provocation. I guess there's also an ambush in the woods. We'll siege the woods and then we'll slowly broil them out."

Shortly before he ran into the woods, the eyes of the man Ruth saw were very invisible to the defeating human eye.

Then it would mean you're still hiding something. Ruth does not get on that invitation, but instructs him to rebuild the front.

Like Ruth, Lanoma bent over and pulled out the sword of the dead standing nearby as he returned the blade spilled and useless sword to his sheath. Shake gently on hand to make sure it weighs.

"But, Your Highness, I can't believe the provocation didn't work. If I were you, I'd be out."

"It's not like it's not working. I'm going to let you know when I catch you."

"Why don't we just light a fire in the woods?"

"How do you suppress fire when it's a mountain fire?"

"Like rain begging."

The two of them have had a ridiculous conversation, but when they leave the scene either way, they move out to sweep the remaining enemies.

In the end, the battle spanned five days until they killed off all remaining enemy forces.

The man who was knocked off by stopping by Ruth's hand with all his pawns disappears into the woods with a few escorts without being captured, however, leaving him gone.

But Luxa, who thus overthrew the Noydia royal family by using puppets, suffered defeat before a man from a neighbouring country.

- - All that remains after is just dark memories.

The king capital of Noydia was hungry and frightened and devastated because of the tyranny of a man who had been on the throne for a short time, but the castle itself remained beautiful.

The white and magnificent buildings look gleaming on the green-covered national soil, with expensive artwork arranged at all costs.

But the humans back at the castle only looked around the castle decorated with faces that seemed to have spit more than pleased it.

No ornaments had been placed so far in the original royal castle.

In other words, these are the goods bought up in the gold of the castle treasure after a man captured by his greed killed the king, killed his relatives, and eliminated all those who were in the way.

Shelaide, who entered the castle with a power of attorney, immediately redeemed them to rebuild the king's capital.

The day is almost asleep in the form of a leopard, and the beautiful Alta Ditiata, which moves out at night, directs the reconstruction measures with her arms without it.

Such was her return from the battlefield. When her lover visited the office, she flipped her white based priesthood outfit and jumped to Ruth.

"Good luck. How'd it go?

"No problem. Yeah, I let Luxa get away with it in a few moments. I'm chasing him now. Bad."

"I don't mind. Anyway, you won't be able to do anything anymore."

Touching the fate of the rebels with a slight smile, she sat next to her when she recommended a bench to her lover. It takes to be sweet, and I show you a few paperwork.

"Sorry about your tiredness. This is a future budget proposal, but look at it when you have a hand."

"... can't you be ILD?

"It doesn't make sense if it's not you. Because noidia is very different from rhinos because of the terroir. Just keep it in your memory."

"Okay."

What was then also given to Pompom are all clerical documents concerning items where Noidia's own colors are often found.

Ruth glanced at Sheride's sorting, as if educating the administrator, with a bitter smile, but largely. "Isn't this stuff important confidential? When I ask," You must know, "he returns.

Ruth slowly stroked her dark hair as the moonlight made her luster as she made the woman read out what was important.

He puts his hand on the hem of a white silk coat, but he peeks into his lover's face when he realizes there is a fuss.

"Speaking of which, you don't have a crowning ceremony?

"Um, I haven't thought about it at the moment. If you'll be crowned, I'll be ready."

"Why me? I don't even have a context."

"Really?

Sheryde glances back at the desk to the right. There was a power of attorney there that had not yet been opened.

When she turns her gaze back, she looks back at Ruth like a leopard.

"You are very popular with both the people and the soldiers. I'm also stunned that we'll be here in such a short period of time."

"I guess that's because there's a premise that you are."

Releasing the King's capital, which was in distress, he was half-herobically honored for rapidly arranging food and doctors for people and for his command arm.

In Luxa's opinion, Ruth was supposed to have the support he would have gained by leaving the puppet.

Sheride was just laughing happily about it, but Ruth herself wouldn't have wondered if she had intervened too much about other countries.

He uttered what he had decided before returning to the castle when he stroked his lover's head.

"Sheride, it's time for me to go home to Willidis Castle"

"Really...? I've helped you for a long time, and I'm worried about the other side."

"Oh. Apparently, my second brother is burning soldiers to the king. There's going to be trouble. Depending on that, we may ask for help from now on."

"Please ask for what it is. The people of Noydia will want to repay you."

She slips through Ruth's arms and leaves for the terrace.

The moonlight pouring out of the sky dyed the clothes of a woman, the deputy of God, thin blue. Ruth inhales the outside air about after her.

Sheride looked drenched, but that didn't seem to be the same as grief. Instead, she smiles calmly and looks up at him.

"But you have another choice. Being king of this country and ruling the mountains and the wilderness together..."

"Be your husband, huh?

"You get the crown. Because of you, I was able to liberate this country in a short period of time. My choice isn't wrong."

"Sheride"

Ruth reached out to hold the woman's body.

But as she walks over to the corner of the terrace, she leads to the columns and looks down at the streets beneath her eyes. My loving gaze stroked the lights of the houses that lit at night.

"Ruth, I care about this country."

"Oh."

"And more than that about you..."

The sound of cutting the wind.

Words are cut.

Sheride didn't shut his mouth of his own accord.

What took her voice away was a single arrow penetrating from her chest to her back.

When the thin body tilts slowly, it collapses on the spot as if the thread was broken. A man I remember laughed from the garden at night.

Ruth, who lost herself for a moment to too many sights, but when she rushes over to Sheride, she hugs its body.

"Shelaide!"

The arrow was sticking straight through her chest. It stains with blood as the white costume looks around.

Unmaskable fatal wounds. It is clear that it suddenly attacked her lover.

Ruth rushes out into the hallway to get a doctor as she hugs her body repeatedly breathing shallow. I shouted into the dark castle, as I always did one day holding the rig and asking for help.

"Somebody come! We need a doctor!

Luxa, who let him escape, is breaking into the castle - that was barely understandable, but Ruth was not at all convinced of the end that the fact would bring.

My words, which I said, "I will protect you," stick vainly in my head.

Spreading blood stains. Despair seeped into the bright red.

Ruth opens her mouth trying to call people again when she is in a hurry to never show up.

But before that, the little hand of the woman lay on his hand.

"Ruth."

"Sheryde, don't talk. I'm taking you to the doctor now."

"That's okay. It's nothing like this."

The woman's voice was so clear that she didn't think she was the same person who had a bitter breath until earlier.

When surprised Ruth drops her gaze, Sheride attaches her right hand to her own chest.

White fingers stretched out on bloody wounds. When that fingertip touched, the arrow that was piercing scratched out as if it were an illusion.

At the same time, the spread of blood stains becomes smaller as if to rewind time. Ruth breathed into a sight that was too unrealistic.

"... magic?

"Yeah. Everything."

Once again, she smiles as she descends from the man's arms to the floor with no sign of injury.

An unparalleled clean beauty. The deep dark eyes inhaled the view of the night and dwelt there in a hazy expanse.

Shelaide takes a deep breath, staring out the window, at the sprawling national territory.

"I move everything, so it's often unexpected to me."

"Let's call the soldiers right away. Seal the castle."

"No, that's not necessary. I've already stopped."

"Stop? What are you talking about? Sorcery?"

"Ruth."

A small hand touches his cheek.

soft skin. But what came from it was watery cold. To the surprised man she smiles.

"I've always loved you. Wherever and whenever you are. I wanted to be born beside you from the beginning."

"Sheride?"

Her presence only looks very dazzling for what she is beautifully made of.

But Ruth felt that the serene voice contained inseparable pain and could not distract him.

A woman who draws God's will. One of its last, she devotes her strong words to him as she preaches the prophecy.

"Ruth, listen carefully. You are equipped with the king's vessel. I'm sure I can be a celebrity. Many people who suffer now, with your talent and kindness, will eventually find a peaceful life."

What's there is deep love. And it's an unshakeable trust. A bright smile can be directed only at him.

"So please, be king. Save my people."

Both arms thrown.

Sheride held Ruth against her fine body. Smile happily and give a man a mouthful.

Sweet and sweet feeling.

Releasing her face, she closed her eyes as she left a small whisper. Ruth, who hugs her, closes her eyelids in the same way.

White and black with moonlight applied separately. The brightly separated light and shadow leaned in doing so for a very long distance.

I hope for eternity, I deny it, I pour out many thoughts between the bundles I get.

Sewn moon.

The night is silent.

Time stops walking.

A moment when sufficiency covered the soul.

And the world was anointed with white light.