Unnamed Memory

It ends in a mistake.

Someday, on some continent, in a commonplace small country.

There was one girl in the country. The girl who was born with horrible powers.

She had been able to use a lot of magic since she was a child, but could not contain that power successfully.

One day she was chased to a cabin in the back of the woods by her parents and town people who had burned the house where she lived in a crying clap and feared for its power.

A child who lost his home to return to and was thrown out in solitude. She lived a dreary life in the woods alone for ten years after that.

Few people come into the dark woods even at noon.

Besides, there were ugly burn marks on her body and face, and the people who occasionally saw her cursed her loudly, as if they were monsters as well.

A girl who lived alone remembering her love.

But her fate is changed by the fact that one day she met a young man who had visited her in the back of the woods.

The son of the lord who came listening to her became attracted to the heart and loved her when he found out that she was really a sweethearted girl.

He applied to the girl to marry him, and the two left the woods for the castle.

That's how the girl becomes the bride of the youth, always happy -

The landscape seen from the collapsed walls is vast.

the sprawling wilderness. Liuclair stared at the streets stretching loosely through its midst.

White bridesmaid clothes stir in the wind and gleam brightly inside the gray castle.

She doesn't know where this place is.

Probably an abandoned castle long ago when people stopped living there. Inside the desolate interior you can see traces of how many people once lived.

But that's all she knew, and she didn't understand a bit about where this castle was or why she was here.

During the wedding, taken away by a stranger who suddenly appeared, she grabs the white dress with her trembling hands.

"Why...?

"Sorry."

The man who now took away the happiness that was finally to be gained from her said so unexpectedly in a bitter voice.

Liuclair looks back and stares at the tall man.

Her face hidden in the vale. The burnt half and the half that remained beautiful were distorted together by anger and sadness.

"Why? Give me back."

"I can't do that."

The man who answers clearly is not an ugly evil ghost, nor a mean nobleman.

He was a strange, somewhere prestigious man of air with a body that was forged to a righteous face.

Blue eyes, reminiscent of the sky just before nightfall, stare at her with a painful light.

"I can't give you back. You're going to live here."

That was a word equal to despair for her.

The first kind person I've ever met in my life. I can't go back to someone who told me that he loved me.

She can't be a bride. And again, back to miserable and dreary life.

Liuclair asked in a weak voice.

"How long will that be?

She was born out of the ordinary, she can't reach happiness.

She bit her tight own lips, seemingly ridiculed that was your destiny.

The man in black smiles bitterly at the question of the woman who is about to collapse.

"Until the time comes. Forever."

Dust-stained vale.

From the cracked wall clearance, a dry wind brings sand.

A castle with no one else. Liu Claire covered her face with both hands, killing her voice and crying out.

The man named his name Oscar.

He, who has no taste, is apparently a person whose powers are ineffective.

Oscar arranged one of the rooms of the abandoned castle as if it were a normal castle room and trapped Liuclair there.

A strange room where you can't even escape by witchcraft.

When she was to start living there, she was crying at the thought of her lord's son, who was no longer able to see her for the first few days, but eventually became angry at irrationality, and hateful of men.

table with him twice a day. On that seat Liuclair turns his bladed eyes to the man.

"Where is this castle?

"Adiriance territory. It used to be called Willidis Castle."

The name of the empire has also been heard of Liuclair.

far east of where she lived, an empire with vast expanses of territory.

Remembering the distance to Adiriance seen on the map, Liuclair despaired inside.

I can't get you to come looking for me. It's too far away. The lord's son won't even be able to grasp her whereabouts.

But she's the only one sad about it - those who weren't happy that Liuclair would be his wife must be happy by now.

The youth of the day will eventually forget about her. Her breasts rocked between hardship and relief.

The discomfort I had felt chiseled just before the wedding. I don't know who he is, but it seems like he's given a slight respite at this time.

Liuclair unconsciously zeroed one distressed sigh. Oscar notices it and raises his eyebrows.

"Don't get too sick. It's not your fault."

"Then go home."

"No."

She was about to scream out in response to a response she didn't have long to think about.

Responding to emotional swings, one crack after another enters the plate at the table. A fragment of a shattered glass flew to the man's cheek.

After the fragment has passed, it has a thin scratch, and Oscar wipes his own blood with his fingers.

"Don't manipulate magic with too much emotion. Burn marks will hurt."

"I want to kill you."

Liuclair discarded by holding down his tiny, painful face.

The man stares at her with his widening, sky-like eyes.

What is there is neither mockery nor pity. It wasn't contempt or hatred, it was just guilt and something she didn't know about.

Liuclair throws down a veil that hides half his face, keeping it hot and bloody. As its recoil, it hit an intangible force toward Oscar.

The sound of cutting the sky. Severe pain runs on an old wound that lasts from the left half of his face to his flank. She groans, but she doesn't hear a man screaming.

Oscar's arm propped up her body, which was instead about to melt.

Embraced by the man who took his seat, she vomits the curse.

"You, too, should be cursed"

"You are not cursed. And the wound..."

He cut the words there. The appearance of her that came to light. Stare at the burnt left half.

A month ago, when the son of a lord who wanted her as a bride first saw her face, it was pure mercy that came to his attention.

From that day on, Liuclair began to hide the left half of her face in the house. Said not to grieve his heart.

But at this time, what Oscar showed me was an emotion she didn't know.

It's like being terribly close. Thoughts like I was terribly far away.

Without even knowing what that is, Liuclair gazes at the man.

- Looking into these eyes, I think I'm going to remember something.

Happiness you shouldn't know. The soothing warmth makes me feel like I was touching it somewhere someday.

Liuclair is attacked by light confusion before a man who has taken away the warmth on the verge of gaining.

Hands I can't let go of.

The man looked in silence and mouthed her lips cracked open.

Life locked up in a castle was odd.

In the desolate and large castle, only the minimum room is applied to them as they both live.

The man seemed to be out of town from time to time or negotiating with a pedestrian going down the street to buy up what he needed.

Liuclair, who spends his days pale without the skill of returning, had feelings of indignation towards him, but it is the purpose of the man who knows no more

What's the point of keeping yourself in a place like this?

Every time Liuclair thinks about it, she shouldn't be anxious.

I've asked him somewhat while criticizing his outrage, but Oscar didn't answer about the purpose just to laugh bitterly.

Liuclair is also anxious about that smile.

Being confined to a single room at first, she was also free to walk in the castle when the frenzy that she had given up and left to her emotions subsided.

The outer perimeter of the castle is stretched with boundaries, from which we cannot escape, but within which we can move freely.

Days walking around even decaying castles without having to collect food to live.

I wonder what the moonlight castle used to look like to people.

However, Liuclair thought the wilderness was beautiful with blue and white light pouring down at night as if it were the sea.

Nestled on a collapsed terrace of columnar trunks, she looked back with a jacket over her shoulders, looking at the thin blue and glowing view.

There was an Oscar standing there, and when she frowned, she said, "Don't catch a cold."

"If I catch a cold, it won't matter to you."

"Doesn't matter, maybe, but it's hard when you're about to suffer."

"So you're saying it was hard when you brought me here?

The man laughed bitterly again at Liuclair, who painfully raised the edge of his mouth and disputed. A big hand is stretched out to her cheek.

Hands touching the rough left half. She wanted to avoid it, but her body didn't move. Warm things stain from above the ancient wounds.

"That was hard. But I couldn't even leave him alone. I am."

The man closes his blue eyes.

The modus operandi seemed both terribly tired and yet to lose hope.

Liu Claire swallows words and stands up in front of someone she doesn't understand.

A moment when the moonlight separates white from black. A man's hand twitched her in his jacket like he was holding a cold cut body.

"Liu Claire, give me some more time"

"Why?"

Oscar doesn't answer that. I mouthed her forehead and walked away from the spot.

Leuclair, alone, overlooks the silent dominated wilderness.

He told her he would be locked in this castle forever, but sometimes it seems like he's waiting for the time to let her go.

Liuclair has no idea what a man wants or what he's waiting for.

It's just true - he was very, very kind, except that he brought her to this castle.

When her life in the castle had passed three months, she began to deal with herself as a visiting pedestrian.

Oscar is not very good at chores, including cooking. As a result, she began to identify and buy what she needed.

The merchant, willing to use the streets and go around the neighboring town, seemed surprised to see her face at the beginning, but soon became close to me. It tells me what I know about a castle where nobody else lives but the two of us.

"This is the castle where the Empire's first emperor lived when he was young."

"The first emperor? Oh, why such a castle..."

"Well, that's where it's inconvenient. It used to mean something as a stronghold because it was close to the border."

Now as occasionally as the spectator comes, the merchant man closes with a laugh as he hands over the item.

Riuclair, called "wife" at the time of his breakup, turned to the kitchen with a complex expression.

When she starts to go down for dinner, Oscar comes.

He stroked Liuclair's hair, which looked disgusting, and when he mouthed it on his eyelids, he carried what he bought up to the reservoir.

I get a little lost, but Liuclair tells a story the merchant tells me he's coming back.

"This is a castle bordered by the first emperor."

"Oh...... right. It was a long time ago."

"You live in a place like that on your own and you don't get mad at me?

Wouldn't someone come one day and try to kick him out? She asked that as she remembered when she was chased through town.

When Oscar rounds his eyes for a moment, he laughs strangely for some reason. Liu Claire hoisted her brow.

"It's a serious story."

"No. I'm probably fine. There is tension in the world. No one but those invited."

That wouldn't be a lie, either. It is true that there is some power stretched around the outer perimeter of this castle.

Riuclair has tried to break it, but the burns hurt and he couldn't cross the line.

Oscar strokes that head when he notices her swelling.

"More than that, you're not playing vale."

"Oh......"

I haven't worn a vale lately that I was bound to wear at one time.

That was due to the fact that this man was the only person to face her except the familiar merchant, and that he didn't care about Riuclair's burns at all.

She doesn't even look in the mirror much, and at some point she's even starting to fade in consciousness that she has burns.

Liuclair escaped the man's hand and took two steps back.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter"

"Right. I don't care either. If you just don't want to use magic, you can seal it another way."

The man's suggestion was like a lightning strike for Liuclair.

She opens her dark eyes and watches Oscar.

"... did you know?

"Oh. That burn starts to hurt when you move excessive magic, so you leave it on your own, don't you?

And he told me not to hurt people again.

She stared at the man with her big right eye and her nearly crushed left eye.

It's not what I did intentionally. I just had an eclampsia and it caught fire everywhere.

Fearing the fire and her power, she dared decide not to heal the wounds she could heal.

And stitched a curse in the burns that hadn't hardened yet. He said if you try to use big magic, you won't be able to stand the pain of the wound.

When I received a proposal from a youth, I hesitated but did not choose to erase the scars.

Liu Claire continues to her left fingertip and looks at it.

- Nobody realised what this scar meant. That's good to hear. This is her own shackle she wanted.

But now, the man who spotted it drives Liu Claire into a restless mood.

My hand touched my left cheek, as usual, and I felt hot when I did it.

A man's low voice stains his ear.

"If I put a sealed curse directly into my body, I won't be able to use too much power.

If you heal the wound afterwards, you won't have to suffer from the pain.

Then you'll feel better without having to draw attention to anyone.

... those who were against marriage will change their minds when they look at you "

The look on Oscar's face was a painkiller colored with self-derision. Liu Claire grabs the man's clothes in surprise at the last word.

He was not convinced by the words that would now hold back the marriage he had broken himself.

"Why?"

"I'll see."

The man smiled the same bitterness as usual, but suddenly turned into a frustrating face. An eye containing unspoken strong emotions shoots at her.

I almost got dominated by that glimpse.

Because he was surprised, or in love, Liuclair did not try to pay off his hand to touch himself.

Hands that were touching my left cheek. The hand slips into the back of his head and holds her back as he tries to pull his body.

Touched lips. Liuclair closed her eyes to a fever that seemed insane.

Chest pain like I want to cry. It reminds me of an unknown emotion, which was always directed at me by a man.

It's not pity. It's not like sympathy either.

Deeper, calmer, sometimes crazy. It 's--

Oscar slowly let go of his face as Liuclair leaked a whimper in the back of his throat.

He stares at her with eyes that don't even make him feel fine dust, such as the frustration he just showed for a moment, stroking his head and walking away from the kitchen.

Leuclair, alone, closed his eyes to the anxiety that struck him as soon as possible. Try to gently touch the left cheek where the heat stays.

There is no answer. That is not something that can be taught.

What's in her is something she has to think about herself.

I knew immediately what Oscar meant.

A wilderness castle far from my country. Nevertheless, how did you find out about her, the Lord's son came to pick up Liuclair.

Hearing a rumor from the merchants about a "brunette girl with burns on her face," he came to Willidis Castle with only a small offering that she must be his own bride who was taken away.

A journey that would have taken about a month. But to the delightful smile of a young man who would never suffer from it, Liu Claire holds the thought of getting hot in her chest with amazement.

The young man held her up without a word of blame when she came out to the garden in her normal clothes, thinking that the pedestrian had come.

"Oh, I finally found it. My Liu Claire."

- My head hurts.

She stared at the youth with a headache that made her stronger.

I look at his face not wearing a veil, and there's pity in his expression.

When the young man took the bride's vale out of his luggage, he gently put it on her.

He nods toward his big dark eyes.

"Come on, let's get back to the mansion. This time I will protect you."

"To the Mansion..."

A kindness without lies. Warmth.

When I took his hand that was reached out, I reassured him that this would finally allow me to live with people.

It's a long day now. Liuclair blinks tear-seeping eyes.

"... you are a truly noble man. You looked at me, not captured by prejudice or fear."

"Naturally. You are so sweet. Everyone will realize that one day. - How could you do that?

Stronger headaches seemed to erode her thoughts as well.

Liuclair holds his temples and shakes his cover.

Only now, this word alone, must be said by "myself".

She stared at the youth as she held onto her tearful eyes.

"I'm the one who's missing to be loved. I just admired your kindness.

I tried to enjoy it without knowing my love "

"Liu Claire?

"I tried to get people's love from you. Without even thinking about giving it to yourself."

I was hungry for warmth. That's why I jumped at his kindness.

Riuclair still didn't know love then, he just wanted peace.

The young man turns a serious eye, knowing what her words mean.

"What's wrong with that? Is it a sin to want the happiness of a crowd?

"I can't forgive you."

Liuclair takes the young man's hand. White right hand and burnt left hand. Her tears dripped into the back of the man's hand, supported by two hands.

The young man takes a breath and puts his hands on her vale.

"You... that makes you happy, doesn't it?

"I don't know."

Strongly held hands. Liuclair lets go of the hand she once asked for above all else.

She took a step back and took the vale away. Smile at the youth with asymmetrical eyes.

"Thank you. I was happy to meet you."

To his heartfelt words, he lay down his uncut eyes. But when he exhales small, he smiles calmly at her.

"I think so, too. My Liu Claire."

The youth received the vale offered by Liuclair.

The two cheeks at the end, and that's how they break up forever.

This isn't going to work.

She returns to her decaying castle alone.

The man waiting there smiled bitterly at herself when he saw her.

"You didn't leave."

"Yes."

"Why? I could've healed him for burns."

"That's enough."

Pain in the back of my head.

The passion that kept me asleep is screaming madly.

But holding back all of them, Liuclair said as Liuclair.

"I liked your eyes. An eye that accepts my scars.

My stubbornness and shackles, you took for granted. So I am. "

It'll be over soon.

Liuclair exhaled.

"I want to be beside you"

She holds her breath.

A painful memory. A girl who was annoyed by unstoppable loneliness and hungry for warmth - a longtime woman swallowed it.

That's how "she" woke up, blinking her dark eyes.

A wound burning the left half disappears like a wave pulls.

His crushing eyes returned to the same shape as his right eye, and he often had long eyelashes. When she tilts her neck slightly, she takes off the clothes she was wearing.

A burn, which remained miserable from the neck muscle to the flank, received the woman's gaze and faded away, as did the one on her face.

She raises her white left-hand finger and asks her to hold her five fingers so she can be sure.

An unparalleled witch of beauty. Tinasha looked down and smiled at the undone.

Witches jump toward bitter Oscars. He spread his arms and took a light woman.

Tinasha puts her face against the man's chest to sweeten.

"Can I just say the rest?

"Oh."

"I will always be beside you. I love you more than anyone. Forever, forever."

Unchanged words of enthusiasm. Oscar smiled at the love to be poured.

The decaying castle, the forgotten history, lights the same warmth as one day.

The misguided, unfortunate girl disappears.

What happened to her after she didn't become a bride? It is described in a new page of ancient and permanent stories.