Unnamed Memory

"I guess you're not a whore, are you?

The man sitting on a simple sleeping table asks the woman with her back turned.

To the bittersweet mixed words, the brunette looked back a little bit badly. Beautiful face gives a pranky childish look.

"Excuse me. Lie to me"

"Nothing good. But why?

A room full of burnt sweet scents. In an inn used by a businesswoman, he looks up at a walking woman.

The woman, nestled in a dark room, was as vibrant and clean as she breathed.

A sweet tweezer even from the top of thin silk. The beauty that does not attract attention is hard to touch, but the red coated lips are as luscious as contraindications.

She put a sweet smile on top of the look and looked at the man.

"I wanted to get close to you."

Words that entangle the mind. She sits next to a man. My dark eyes got a little wet.

He holds a luxurious cuddle and mouths it on the woman's forehead. It smelled like flowers from her hair. White fingers stretch out to his neck muscle.

It's not uncommon for a woman held by her lover to want to see her opponent's Key.

The whores don't touch it as an implicit rule, but I guess the sway and waves that can be seen there for the women are something that satisfies their self-esteem and affection. He was making her like peeking into The Key while smiling bitterly at the tricks of a woman who was certainly not a whore. I feel signs of breath filling in my ears.

"... why?

The sound I hear is stunning.

He looks at the side of the woman in surprise. The dark eyes were opened to their limits at that time, as if they were stuck in something.

The man cares and peeks into her frozen with his fingers on both hands.

"What's wrong with you?

"You think this is-"

Swallow words.

A white hand is pointed at his face.

He was distracted by the intense sleeper that attacked him as soon as possible. Grab a woman's brunette as soon as she falls to her bedroom.

I don't remember anything from there.

I've also forgotten about what happened before.

It's just that she was crying then.

And he'll never wake up again.

The chaos in the palace was already spreading around every corner and was breaking down because of its security system.

All the soldiers are confused by their rightful side, bored between old and new consciousness, and, after deciding which way to go, clash with their differing allies.

If the war that has been taking place at the border is to be described as a "bloodless war," then perhaps this battle will also be described later as a "bloodless victory".

At least the Imperial Army was rapidly destroying itself without having to wait for Radik's army.

In one place, the anger of a noble officer sounds as the civilian soldiers try to abandon their possession and leave.

The voice shouting loudly about the difference in identity, which was no longer making sense, sounded terribly vain to Alphas' ears.

As Tinasha and Kestner have visited him before, perhaps Radhik has been rocking from the inside there for some time now. The collapse of the system was already apparent to everyone's eyes, and attempts to retain it seemed similar to building a castle with dry sand.

If the confusion continues, it can eventually lead to looting by the soldiers.

But you should no longer leave it to Radhik to deal with it. It takes a lot of manpower and control to crush the commotion that's going on all over the place as a result of the splash.

Alphas proceeded with his men through the wide palace to the back. Fortunately, under this circumstance, we do not meet anyone who blames their movements.

Then again, he reached the emperor's sitting hall.

"Are you here?"

Alphas, who went inside in response to what had been done by the guards in front of the hall and "came to reinforce his escort," was uttered such words by the emperor if he were to step into the hall one day.

The space that stretches straight back still shows signs of repair everywhere because of the last scar.

They also didn't make up for the number of missing escorts back in the day, only more than thirty armed humans were deployed, most of whom were rarely like officers with nobility. Just beside the emperor, Major General Waldo has refrained from showing more battle than Radhik and each other last time. He was carrying a sabel, not a gun, and stared at the man who came with his shooting eyes.

Towards the old man sitting in the deepest part of the hall, Alphas raises his voice.

"I don't know what that means."

"Did you come to see me? That's all. The last one to come here would have been either Radhik or Radhik."

The squeaky voice seemed to be enjoying this situation even now as a pastime.

To the inexplicable being, Alphas feels bad like crawling up.

The distance to the throne would take him nearly ten seconds to run at full speed.

But even so far away, the emperor's voice must be clearly heard because this space is quiet.

A place that was inviolable from anyone. There was a clear silence inside the hall, as the hustle and confusion outside were lies.

The Emperor holds with his hands the guards who point their guns at Alphas and others for suspicion of exchange.

"You haven't heard anything yet? Don't you understand anything?"

"Let's see what..."

"About myself, about that woman, about this cabinet - no, I guess I won't tell you. That woman didn't like to let her cunt stand on the arrow. That's why I gave him Radik. If it was him, it would be easy to move between the same attributes."

"Same attribute?

I never thought Radik and Tinasha were alike.

To the extent that he thought so, Alphas did not know who Radik was.

The emperor divulges laughter.

"Attributes of 'transformation'. Among the many attributes, it has a particularly strong effect at times like this. Radhik kept it.... even the most unpleasant 'conquest' would have made enough moves."

Words that don't make sense.

The emperor seems to see only what he can see.

And I guess that means he's the finger.

Alphas standing on the board made his expression look worse.

"Your Majesty. Soon the present system will collapse. Was this what you wanted?

"Ask those who can get away with it. What do you do? It will follow whoever wants to make up his mind, such as the desire of Non."

"But you're the one who led the way in this situation."

That is obvious.

As the surrounding escorts and their men let the air of confusion flow, Alphas looked to his master with a frank attitude.

The sign of the emperor's laughter stops.

Playing with your country, your status, and your life.

In that last phase, one of the pawns faced his finger.

"What was your deal with her?"

- - Tinasha said the deal was turned down.

But I guess it is true and at the same time false.

The emperor and she are still running. They're trying to lay down implicit rules on the same board to guide one end.

Dropped blank.

It slowly created a stain in the hall.

Alphas stares at his master without shaking.

Silence that would never have been long. The old emperor laughed as the fragments of deception tried to peel off.

"Non just wanted to see that witch suffer and scratch. … with the end of this cabinet."

Dry laughter. It echoes into the hall, blurring and cracking from the edge it arrives at.

Time for something that has been confusing me for years to collapse away.

As it responded to the distortion, the air in the field became breathless and pressed on everyone.

Alphas indulges in the urge to sigh.

And he uttered a final triggering question.

"What is the will of God that binds this continent"

Emperor destroying the country and the bird he was capturing.

I wonder what the hell is pushing under the plate that can be spread between them.

The old emperor did not reply to his question.

Just wave gently to make the escorts nervous. Likewise, as Alphas' men breathed, the old man raised a clear voice.

"I didn't come here to ask questions. There's nothing I can do to find out the truth or anything. - If you want to put the curtain down, show the right one."

To the word of cleavage, Alphas takes his breath.

While everyone around him had yet to understand the situation, he played his finger twice as he turned his left hand back. One of my men notices it and nods.

The emperor ordered lightly to choose even fruit.

"Kill them. I'm a traitor from now on. You can do the marshal position to whoever can kill the man."

Words that mark the beginning of the curtain.

The officers, who looked surprised with their first lives, were also colored by the words "marshal position" that followed. Try to set up a gunpoint for the Alphas.

But he didn't imitate waiting for it.

From behind the Alphas, one of my men throws two balls. It approached as it bounced the floor to between the escorts and began to breathe white smoke.

There are a number of voices that cough up violently overlapping the sight that covers them as soon as possible.

Disabled gas commonly used in interpersonal combat.

The Alphas, who had met silently in advance for its use, wore a mask covering their nose to bottom at the time the gas was thrown.

The effect time is not that long. In the meantime, trying to detain the escorts, they run out.

As a manned unit, the men, who had so much experience of surviving as to contend for one or two within the empire, pulled down and pushed their bodies one after the other as they approached the distressed officers. Compressing and stunning the bloodstream, the highly resistant strike out their arms and feet and take away their weapons.

Alphas tightened his throat to the gap where his opponent dropped his weapon as he kicked under the foot of an officer who coughed but tried to randomly fire the gun. In seconds, he throws the body of a man who has lost his mind at another escort, and when he steps in big, he fists through his jaw.

Control that also seems to work as pale. The clash, which reveals the difference in experience in action, was all over by the time the gas cleared.

He looks around, and when his men find out he's safe, he slightly crosses the remaining limits of the gas and packs a distance to the throne.

The emperor looked at the man approaching with joyful eyes. An old thick hand invites Major General Waldo to refrain beside him.

As if it had been a pre-meeting, the samurai brought another wave of sabel. The emperor twitches with his cheek cane on his elbow.

"No matter how carefully we line up the pawns, we don't always see the scene as expected. I guess that's the mediocrity of Non. It's boring."

"I want you to stop stirring up pointless battles."

"Was there a meaningful battle or something?

Spicy words, however, would have been directed to the emperor more than to his subjects.

But Alphas had nothing to contest the words, which made him feel self-derisive. When he takes the mask away, he throws it on the floor.

"If you say stop saying a word, this battle will be over. If you are dissatisfied with being on the throne, give it to Lord Radik"

At least with that, this confusion will sedate as soon as possible. Originally everything is moving towards its end.

There is just a difference between the course getting harsh or not. And Alphas had found no significance in the former.

The emperor narrows his eyes to the man's suggestion.

"Do you really think so? You think those who continue to be deceived won't ask for that sloth?................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... What Non wants is not outside."

Using that word as a signal, a servant with a sabel walked towards Alphas.

The old emperor commands the frowning man to be brief.

"Take the sword."

"Whatever."

"It's a corner opportunity. If you want to watch it up close, you better fight with your chest full. You fight this Waldo with your sword."

Servel offered in front of the Alphas. Major General Waldo leaves beside the throne and approaches him in slow footsteps.

I didn't like the lack of clearance, but it reminded me of the man's will to fight, and Alphas learned bitterness. The voice of the emperor sounds.

"If it had been Radhik, he would have sprinkled more muddy and fierce fire and followed him to Noah. You're boring me with that. At least show me that sword move here."

"... Military moves are no spectacle"

"It's a spectacle for Non. If you satisfy me, I'll pay you what you want.

Would consideration mean stopping the dispute? Or is it true?

Alphas saw the military knife offered on the tannic side, but when he put the gun on the floor, he took it. I look back at the men behind me and instruct them not to let go.

Major General Waldo, relative to him, looked to Alphas with an eye that gave him a glimpse of strong military-like control. A low voice takes on a man who is considered a traitor.

"Your honor thought you had sights, but unfortunately..."

Doesn't your Excellency think this is strange?

That's all the reward for the words. The two pull out the sabel and face each other.

The emperor looked down at them with joyful eyes. As everyone gazes at the two, one woman appears at the entrance untouched.

Tinasha glanced at Alphas and closed her eyes and leaned against the white wall beside her.

A hall that set a different stage. Only the voice of the emperor obsesses vainly.

"Get started."

And the hall rang with the sound of a sword trident.