Unnamed Memory

The garden at night was so desolate that there was no shadow to see the original beautiful and tidy appearance.

Shattered garden stones. The fallen trees seem to have been knocked down even by a storm, with a big hole in the place where it was a pond.

Ravages by overwhelming forces.

It was only one witch sitting on a white stone pillar who would remain safe.

Dark hair longer than the waist is the color that melts into the night and the eyes are the same color again. The light of the falling moon is so beautiful that it can be blurred. Looking past her mid-teens, she lived a long time in her but lightly laying eyes.

She was sitting on a stone column reading a small book, but looked up at a point in the rough garden.

"Did you wake up"

"... why didn't you kill him?

It was the young swordsman man who woke up his body from among the fragments of the splashed stone. The witch grins bitterly at his enquiry.

"I have no reason to kill you"

"I tried to kill you."

"Right. But here's the result."

She shows the tragedy of the garden.

But that only hurt his pride. In the end, he couldn't scratch her with all his dying power. Numerous martial arts medals have been erected to this point, expectations have been overwhelmed, and together with his companions he challenged the Witch Tower to become an accomplished.

The baby was just like him.

The witch misses it when she closes the book. I smiled to embarrass the kid's prank.

"If it was that easy to kill, the age of witches would be long over. You don't have to fall."

"You..."

- I wonder what I wanted.

I'm sure I didn't want to kill her. I wish I could have killed you. But I'm sure not.

I wanted her to mourn.

Having made a covenant with a witch with his companions, he fought with her hand in times of unrest. That's how we got through so many difficulties together.

And by the end of the contract, he challenged one, the witch.

I should have tried and she would have moaned. I wanted to be sad that I was betrayed by myself, hurt - and that's how much my heart is putting on me.

But the result is too simple.

She was strong, and she was not upset by his betrayal or his fine dust. With the same smile as usual, he bites his teeth.

"You... don't seem like a person"

"Yeah, I guess that's what witches are for"

"I love you"

To the abrupt words, she turned her eyes round.

Only for one moment, she looks rather like a real girl. But soon the witch smiled far away.

"That can't be right."

That was the last word I ever had with her.

"Tinasha, why don't you marry me because I'm tired of my job?

"You must be speaking without thinking. Rest if you're tired."

In the office of Castle Falsus, it is the prince of the king of this country and the witch, the guardian, who is giving the usual reward.

Tinasha puts the cup of tea in front of the contractor. Lazar, a squire, asked the unblemished witch as usual.

"Speaking of which, Master Tinasha has lived a long time, have you ever been proposed or anything in the past?

"Yeah......?

To the abrupt question she leaned her neck and scratched her temples with a difficult face.

"Come on, I'm rare to meet people."

"So, for example, who would you consider marrying?

What makes you ask me about the rare penetration for a razal is that I'm trying to help my husband who doesn't make any fine dust or progress? Tinasha gives it back light.

"I've never thought about that. Strongly put, you don't want to marry me because you look funny..."

"Hey, Tinasha, hey"

"Shut up and work or take a break."

To a complaint from the contractor, the witch quickly returns it. Oscar squeaked smugly as he processed the paperwork.

Why are you so stubborn?

"Isn't it because you're stubborn?"

He won't give in, laughing lightly, no matter how many times Tinasha turns down a ridiculous proposal.

I wonder how fat you are, but I grew up under the heavy pressure of a witch curse since I was just a kid, so I guess I couldn't have done it if it wasn't for that.

When she cleaned out the tea apparatus, she sat herself in a bench.

"By and large, what do you think of witches? It's not a cat walking around."

"I'm fine. I'm having trouble cursing the witch properly. I understand."

"If you understand, fear. Depending on your mood, I can kill you."

"Even if they say..."

Oscar puts the pen down. Are you going to take a break. The man who relaxed his shoulder looked at her with a cheek wand.

"If you want to kill me and move on to action, anyone can. Even children can be witches."

"Yeah......? What are you talking about?"

"So one way or the other, the key is in the equilibrium between the power you have and the will to use it, I think. Even if it's a small power that you have, but if you're going to wield it easily, there's a problem, and even if you have a big power, you just have to have the will to match it. You're a match for strength and will."

"……… what is it, it"

He says he knows the power of witches and still doesn't fear them.

Very naturally, naturally, I confront her. It's like he's a strange person.

Every human being who ever tried to get involved with Tinasha troubled, awed, and self-destructed before her power. Some people consciously tried to outsider that power, but Tinasha knows better than anyone that it is deception.

But Oscar is not like any of them. She sees herself as a matter of course.

Tinasha looked back at the contractor.

"You're a stranger."

"Is that all you want to say?"

"That weird personality, if you don't have the strength, you're dead. Don't get tired of working out."

Whatever it takes to save your life, I'm trying.

"I know. So take a break."

When Tinasha drinks her own brewed tea, she puts the cup down. Trying to clean it up - she smiled all the time.

"Speaking of which, once upon a time, I didn't propose, but I had an unusual contractor."

"Is that my grandfather?

"No. Leg was weird too, but much older...... the four of us are the ones who became achievers. Whereas each of the other three has wanted help with the peace in the region, his desire was to 'make me a hero', right?"

"What is that? I wish I could be on my own."

"It was a terrible time. So he wanted himself to be a symbol of hope. I abandoned myself for my surroundings and tried to be a 'hero'. I responded to that."

nostalgic memory. Tinasha closes her eyes to carry it on. Oscar's low voice touched his memory.

"You did it as a guardian?

"No. I fought him for trying to kill me. And retreated himself. I gave him the honor of being a 'hero who left the witch' … I was going to."

He gave such a thing to him, who would be a hero, as a hope of calming the feud, helping to salvage the suffering people and remaining the last.

"But he didn't tell anyone that he survived fighting me. I just explained, 'I left because the contract period was over,' and then he... became one to rule a small country, not a hero"

How could he have renounced the honor bestowed upon him?

I never bothered with that. It's just a little bit, I'm ashamed of myself. That you treated one human being like a toddler. And that he also treated his, witch-born emotions as non-existent.

Oscar invites the witch to smile with a slight sentiment.

"That's a lot of stuff."

"I've lived a long time."

The witch sits on his lap when she rises fluttered. Oscar said lightly to her, stroking her head and narrowing her eyes like a cat.

"I'll do my own thing, so don't get weird."

"If that's what you're saying, I'll curse you, so find your own bride."

"Okay. Why don't you marry me?

"I thought it was coming! I won't!

From Tinasha, who makes a scene and bumps his legs, he laughs and hands off.

When the witch floated in the universe and held her knee, he took the pen again. Oscar said as he finally faced the paperwork.

"I like you properly."

"... what are you talking about, already"

On her holding knee, Tinasha presses her cheeks, which blushes.

And the witch remembered the garden of a distant night - smiling like a pale moonlight.