Unnamed Memory

The end of a long journey is always abrupt.

He already knows that through several experiences. It also means that the end of that journey is not "place" but "person".

It wasn't until last year that Ruth left the empire he built himself and was touring a wide continent.

A journey to visit the city one country at a time and look for "her". That ended unfortunately with no results to be found.

Fast and several years. Long and decades.

At a time when a single wing is absent, the sense of time is ambiguous.

It's like everything is stopping, on the contrary, it feels like everything is rushing past. The time of solitude often reminds us that we are distinctly different from people.

And because it's not, it also means you get the next chance.

"It's been a long time since this continent..."

The original homeland, the western continent, has changed a lot sometime from the eastern continent he was turning to last year.

Unlike the eastern continent, where the most realistic difference separating the two continents is the presence or absence of magic, where in the course of two hundred years almost magic has been interrupted to become known as "magic," the western continent was widely recognized by people for its intertwining with cultural technology.

Down from the ship, Ruth finds magic equipment arranged as it should in the city's dewstores and smiles bitterly.

There are several reasons why there have been differences between the two continents so far, but one of them is a war that was over a hundred years ago.

A war in which a great power, then on the eastern continent, invaded the western continent to take away a brilliant magician.

He doesn't know until the details of this war, but since then, the West has stopped selling magic equipment to the east.

At the same time, there were no more magicians travelling east, and until then the two continents, which had seen similarities in language, culture and so on, were to follow a completely different path from now on.

Looking for one of the few ships to the west, the man who has crossed the continent breathes the air from the port town all over his lungs.

Every day we continue our journey for a while. Keep walking across a wide continent looking for "her".

I don't know when that journey will end. It took more than fifty years even to travel carefully around the eastern continent.

I don't even know when she will be born again. You can't be in too much of a hurry.

That's what I thought, and he left town. But - I decided to run into that rub in the third city right away.

The blade of darkness glowed sharply, reflecting the light thrown at the cobblestone.

In a street where fog rain continues to pour without sound, the man whose arm is slashed leaks a groan of pain.

Ruth found it frightening when his fellow men saw it. He takes a step further, silently intimidating the men.

From them, I guess it was an extremely easy role.

The man they were chasing now was squatting behind Ruth and seemed to be already a bug breath if he was injured.

Ruth glances back at the skinny, thin ankle of the man whose footprint seems to have been fitted.

"What's up? If there's a good reason to go after this man, you've been telling me to."

Ruth's voice was a quiet one, but contained an unacceptable authority to defy.

The men, who found out that the authority involved strength, looked at each other. One of them raises his hand.

"Wait. The man is a sinner. I put my hand on my husband's woman and got her pregnant."

"No! She was originally supposed to be my wife! That's what the man..."

Crazy screams belong to a man who won't be around long. Roughly perceived, Ruth manifests discomfort.

When he gently waved the sword he had pulled out, he stood unconstitutionally against the men. Below his wet forehead, he glances at him with blue eyes.

"I see. Then go home and tell your husband that the man of interest is dead. That'll do you good."

"But there's still a place for a woman..."

"Go. Or do you want to go home with your mouthless body?

The men showed a little patrol in the absence of Ruth's gap, which didn't even let him expect fine dust, such as a multi-on-one advantage.

But I guess I thought it would be better for my husband to reprimand me than the danger of interacting with him on this occasion. Running off the spot with no one left right away.

Late night streets with the silence back. Ruth, with her sword in her hand, fell to her knees when she stopped by the dying man.

Confirming that the man was no longer in a position to help, he asked, "Do you want anything?" Ask.

"Please help my wife..."

"Okay. Where?"

The place where the man shook his last power and told him was one of the barns off the neighborhood.

When Ruth recites the place and returns "I promise," the man breathes with a satisfied look.

For a long time, countless cities, from him who had crossed them, the death of a man who went too far would have been one of those tragedies with no notices.

But it was also the end of the journey we've been searching for.

Gap wind blowing barn. The woman who slept so that she could be buried in the straw was as thin as her husband, who died.

Cracked skin. Big, fallen eyes. I guess she was a clever woman before this happened. She looks up at Ruth, who opened the door, in a slow manner, reflectively sheltering her bloated belly.

"Who?"

"Your husband asked me to."

Magic slightly felt from within a woman.

Knowing what that meant, the man's voice trembled.

Ruth looks down at the abdomen that the debilitated woman desperately tries to protect.

You can't be alive.

You can't be so weak that you're safe with both mother and child. - Unless it's "she" in your belly.

Then who is this misfortune to, and who is it good fortune to?

When Ruth closed his eyes, he offered prayers to a baby who had died before he had a soul.

A man's path. When he learns bitterness and joy in his work, he reaches out to the woman.

"Come. I'll protect you from anything."

The journey ends.

Promises are fulfilled.

How many times has that been an encounter?

It's just that he's always wanted to give "her" something.

"What do you do with your name?

Two months later, the woman who had finished giving birth in a distant city asked Ruth with a tired face.

He grins bitterly when he was holding a baby on a woman's pillow.

"You can put it on. Because she's a mother."

"Really?"

While she rejoices, she turns her anxious eyes to her own daughter somewhere. Ruth, who guessed the meaning of that gaze, did it by returning the baby to her mother's arms.

The woman gently envelops her daughter with relief eyes.

"... if I were a girl... I'd put it on Mimi."

"Right. Then this girl is Mimi."

"Are you sure you'll protect me?

On the verge of marrying her fiancée, a woman who was grabbed by nobles and surrounded for several years, apparently still cares about her chaser.

Ruth nodded at repeated inquiries before.

"I'm going to."

"Then... ok. My 'husband' is just that guy, but you make it up to this kid's 'father'"

"Oh."

That's what Ruth has been suggesting for a long time.

Temporary first family. But he wants to give his newborn daughter the warmth without falsehood.

The woman, who was not originally sturdy in her body, seems to have been weakened by her previous hard work and childbirth. I left my daughter with Ruth again, looking remorseful.

As he tries to leave the room, he speaks tired toward its back.

"You... one day you're gonna take that child away from me."

Ruth looked back at the jammed words of her giving up.

Whether a woman is saying it because she thinks of her lifespan, which is not long, or she discerns it even further ahead - trying to read it, but he soon finds senseless in the act. Ruth grinned bitterly as she held the baby back in her arms.

"I don't know. I'm not gonna make you sad about this."

"Yes, thank you."

Whether the woman was relieved or pretended to be relieved, she took a big breath and lay down.

Ruth leaves the room in silence.

"Sheride"

That's the name of my daughter who promised to reunite. She's sleeping in his arms now.

She was laughing "I have a lot to want" at that time. His power, the woman who died begging for love.

She and I are finally going to start a new time. From here now on, this time without being compromised.

Ruth, remembering her words, laughed small.

"If it were to come true, I wanted to be born beside you from the beginning."

"It's done."

Let's start here. My first wish came true.

So one by one, I give her what she wants.

Warm time with family, peaceful childhood, stretchy childhood and - irreplaceable love.

Ruth stared at his daughter who was still asleep without knowing anything. Hold your barely weightless body back with your big hands.

"Well, it's been a long time since I've had a father."

The baby moved her lips small in her laughing statement. Wordless whisper. There are only defenseless lives there.

Ruth gently lowers her little girl into a cage covered with white cloth.

The love of the emperor told by the poets for a long time.

This is its unknown backdrop.