Unnamed Memory

"I'm not telling you to change everything."

The woman's voice sounded cold.

Nestled in a dark space, she glances at a shapely frown and sees nothing. A similar voice continued to wave the bell.

"I just want that guy back. Nothing more or less. Or is that what you're saying, that you won't let go of whatever you once had in your hand?

As soon as she inquired, she closed her eyes. Long lashes slightly tremble.

That seems to be due to an irrepressible frustration, but I stopped accidentally.

Dark eyes open with quiet anger.

"Yes... that's a greedy thing"

The woman reaches for her hips. A white finger grabbed the dagger pattern I could carry there.

Picture a smile like a moon with red lips missing.

"Then I'll wait. If I want my king back, I don't even hate killing God."

"Empire" and the official name of this country, commonly called that by its people, is "Dinokedilum rasanum cadoedera".

Names in ancient languages that mean "cabinets entrusted to God" are seldom used in conversations, even if they are sometimes written in documents.

Some of the causes of this would be simply because it is long, or because pronunciation is difficult to tame in modern times, but the reality lay as the main factor that, in fact, for the people, the country was only the "empire" in which they lived and that they were not familiar with anything else.

Major Alain Kestner, one of the humans moving the war against the Empire "outside" as a mission, was having a drink with a friend he hadn't seen in a long time that day at a tavern in the corner of the Empire. Raise one end of your lips ironically and take a glass with ice.

"In the end, you only make the people aware inside so that we can only go outside. All the people are allowed to share roles completely, and they can't see where they don't need to be for their role. The majority of civilians, for example, know there's a war going on outside, but they don't know where and why they're fighting. That's what it is. I take that for granted."

"It's not a good idea to say too much."

Without a bitter smile, Alphas returned it to his friend.

If any other annoying person were to ask, Kestner would not withdraw from what might be suspected of State treason. On the contrary, it's the end of having one whistle blown flat.

Alphas didn't feel bad, although he was flabbergasted, that his bad friends over the years had not changed their nature at all. Instead, I felt like I could meet a human with normal nerves to shake for a few days, and the inner severity fades slightly.

Kestner asked a friend if they would exchange any information they knew about the recent war.

"With that said, are you feeling any worse? When I met him, he looked a lot less floating."

"I'm not feeling too bad. I just didn't feel well because of my unpleasant mission."

"Disgusting assignment?

"Sent to 'Birdcage'"

It was a terminal answer, but Kestner probably knew the example rumors again. "That's..." he murmured as he rounded his eyes.

A few seconds later, he said in an unexpectedly sagging tone, "So, how'd it go?" He asks.

"Thank you very much. You sure looked beautiful. I was about sixteen years old."

"No, I didn't. Are you all right?"

"If you say you're safe, you're safe. Why would you ask that?

When Alphas asked back in surprise, Kestner looked around lightly.

When he finds out that no one in the dim store is interested in the conversation between the two, the man lurks his voice.

"That's what I'd like to hear if I knew what happened to the human being sent there. You didn't know that because you were in the East all the way up until recently, did you? I'll tell you what. The first thing she was sent inside after she was put in a birdcage was the so-called power brags."

"It's..."

"Well, you know roughly what I mean. With violence because there was nothing to be done with power, the idea is. But all of them were slapped out of the birdcage, unable to stand up."

Kestner, who seemed to enjoy both the content of the story and the very fact of telling it, looked at his friend when he cut the words there.

Alphas, who was frowning at the emperor's direct aim, is just solidified with a stark look. When he took a breath, he looked back at Kestner.

"In what condition? You were in a mental shock, too?

"No, no. It means the same thing. Apparently the worst guy got his spine crushed. You've been hit back trying to subjugate a woman with force. Keep doing that for about twenty...... then the candidates changed. Now someone with a good face, a lovely face, and a good woman has been chosen. You call this a pompous scheme, too?

"... I don't know"

If you're listening, you're going through a bad mood, and you're even going to look stupid.

In contrast to Alphas, who had a cheek wand with an unpleasant face, Kestner sounded his throat fundamentally strange.

"It was a masterpiece when Curtis was chosen among them. I wonder what criteria you chose. You can't do that guy or anything."

"What? That guy?

Alphas and Kestner, and the three Curtis on the subject, are friends with each other from the time of cadet school.

Curtis is a middle-class aristocrat against Alphas and Kestner, who are from the civilian population, but he was a huge mess and cheerful man for his noble brother. The right personality for that bottom-up is so much so that I've become instantly close to the two of them over a hedge of normally unbridgeable identities.

Most certainly he is a nostalgic man, but he never is when I say if I want to take a woman. Instead, he's the type of person who can do insensitive things and get away with it without knowing it.

So I also know what Kestner feels like laughing at "candidate mistakes," but Alphas, as a friend, wondered what happened more than that. When he returns to his bitter face, he prompts the conversation to continue by hand.

"No, Curtis wasn't hurt either. They just ignored me. Anyone who didn't show up for coercion looks like they're either normally kicked out or ignored. Neither did you... well, you didn't do anything abusive."

"Who will. I don't feel well."

"Then ignore it."

"No..."

It was not ignored.

I didn't even get kicked out.

But Alphas never wondered how peculiar it was then.

The girl who even said she'd be a whore if he wanted to. He mumbles in confusion as to where the sincerity was.

"Is it true what we're talking about now?

"Come on, you don't know if it's all true. It's just true what Curtis told me. I know that some other things will be true. In fact, I hear the 'Bird Cage' daughter is pretty tough. Sounds good."

"That girl..."

Behind my head, something tingled and hurt.

But it disappeared quickly and nothing remained.

I felt the unforeseeable darkness was spreading ahead of the thought that just wouldn't go on, and when Alphas waved the first time, I broke off that topic there.

Apparently she spends most of that time asleep in a birdcage.

Alphas, who received a second call he had not expected and was naturally to be sent to the "bird cage", heard that from the captain who had guided him the other day and remembered the slightest surprise. Ask without question as you go down the monitored hallway.

"Don't you get sick in such a life?

"What do you think... we don't do her physical exams or anything like that here, so you can't tell that much"

"It was a very thin body, but it's also an incredible story that a soldier can do terrible things to that one. He was armed with a dagger, but he might have been."

"A dagger? There shouldn't be any weapons in that room."

To a different story, a small silence fell between the two for a moment.

Under the captain's strange gaze, Alphas returns reflexively, "No, it was my fault".

─ ─ ─ At that time, I did think the girl had a dagger on her hips, but was it a mistake to look at it?

In retrospect, what he saw was also just a sheath, not the actual object of the blade.

If that's what a watchman would say, it must have been just an ornament or something.

When Alphas cleaned up so, he looked up after a conversation that remained interrupted.

The door that you see poking at is approaching.

"So, I'm in this"

When the captain turned his heel back in front of the door, Alphas went into it alone.

A small room with nothing but white. Beyond the inorganic door is already a "birdcage".

He looks down at his unarmed military uniform and whines in his mouth.

"... bug spit runs"

Throw all those words outside, and he opened the last door.

The "birdcage" ceiling is a dome made of vitreous.

There, however, a black plaid was patrolled like a real cage, pouring a cage-like shadow into the bedroom directly below.

The girl, who was lying on her back on a blue-white cloth and closing her eyes, wakes up slowly wondering if she noticed any signs of him. Both black eyes grabbed his eyes straight.

"You're back, Major."

"Sounds like it."

"I didn't mean it, it says on my face"

Alphas flashed at the girl who stood up laughing.

Wearing a white piece today, she approaches him step by step, not moving.

Barefoot stepping on the black stone floor abominably drew his gaze and finally stopped at its present. A small hand is stretched out against the man's face.

"If you don't like cramping, tell me. I'll ventilate it."

"Don't think about the extra. You just think about you."

"What's in this birdcage?"

Fingers touched on cheeks.

The fingertips finally arrived as the short woman clawed ahead of him moved straight to the neck muscle as he glanced through his face.

A thin finger enters through the eye of the left collar of the military uniform and touches the key embedded in the skin.

A feeling of relief. He was stroked on the surface of the Key, which was supposed to feel nothing, and Alphas looked up. Grab the girl's hand abusively.

"Stop."

"Does it hurt?

"Disgusting"

"Oh. Excuse me."

The girl retreated from before him when she apologized much more lightly than she thought.

The man who stared back at her when she returned to her bedroom, but noticed the dagger she was wearing, followed her. He grabbed a thin shoulder with his right hand and extended his left hand into a sword pattern. The girl turns around and looks back as if she was in a hurry.

"Uh, what's up?

"Is this... is there only a pattern"

The dagger that I thought I had pulled out, ahead of the pattern, did not exist a blade to be.

From the hands of the clapped Alphas, she quickly regains the pattern.

"What is it suddenly? It's an ornament."

"No. I thought I'd make sure."

"I won't do anything to hurt you."

Whether that word is telling the truth, or is this limited-time falsehood, the girl just laughs badly and beautifully.

The appearance of the incomplete moon was distorted - in Alphas' eyes, she herself appeared as if she had lost her sheath.