Unnamed Memory

That's the story of the Fifth Witch and the King.

Ended the age of witches, only one gaga story in history.

The sky of Falsus is still clear blue today.

Standing on the walls and looking over his head, Tinasha narrowed her eyes to a view that was supposed to be lower than her own tower.

A white finger stretched out into the air stops perfectly.

"- What's up?

The man's voice was heard coming up the stairs to the walls. Tinasha becomes a sinister face as soon as possible.

She threw on a long man who appeared on the wall.

"What's wrong with this dialogue over here? You must be at work. Why are you here?"

"Distractions. I'd be bored if I didn't see you."

"When I see you, I can't breathe."

To the relentless cut back, the still young man smiles bitterly and flaunts his shoulder.

With a body forged out by a righteous face, he is the king prince of this great kingdom. Either way, in his capacity as king - just because of the witch curse he received when he was a child, he can't make heirs.

That's why he broke through Tinasha's trials and became her contractor. Tinasha, the most powerful witch on this continent, looks up to her own contractor with cold eyes.

"Oscar...... I'm doing the curse analysis right. Leave me alone once in a while."

"I wish you could be my wife, even if I can't analyze it."

"I don't like it! Don't get me involved!

Just because you already live in this castle, you're caught up in a lot of things. I would definitely like to apologize for any further. Only five witches exist on the continent, she has the strongest magic of them all, so other witch curses can be nullified, but apart from that and this.

Tinasha got rid of the man standing next to her with her hands.

"Anyway, I have something to do."

"Oh, with that said, what were you doing earlier?

"I didn't do anything. Just a deep breath."

"You'd have caught on to something, wouldn't you? Was it something that touched the kingdom? What's up?"

"... as always, you're good."

Tinasha plays her finger lightly. That's all the tricks, the black cat's demon showed up. The cat, who had disappeared until now, goes "nah" towards Oscar as she twirls around at the witch's feet.

Oscar rounded his eyes on the pitch-black kitten.

"Is that your cat? Can I touch that?

"It's not a real cat, but be my guest. They're making us go around collecting information."

With the witch's permission, Oscar lifts the kitten. Cat fur is a glossy touch for not being a real cat. As he stroked his dear cat's head, he asked Tinasha.

"Is it because you're usually drawn to the tower? Did you have any information that could catch you?

"Especially... It feels like there's no problem."

"Then what's the funny story?"

"I won't tell you even if I do."

Prince Wang will go anywhere without any hesitation. Giving him such extra information makes Tinasha herself in contract with him a hassle.

She flushed the question without difficulty, but the next moment she was grabbed by her hand and silenced. With a cat in one hand and Tinasha in one hand, Oscar smiles.

"All right, let's go out then"

"Why not! I'm not going out!

"It's coming to the walls, so I don't think it's a problem to deviate a little further outside."

"If you deviate, it's outside! Inside and Outside! Not at all! That's why we have the walls!

"I'm already working pretty seriously this week. I haven't been out of the castle in about twenty days."

"That's normal!

Tinasha, who is dragged off as she says it, has given up more than the other half. Little has this man ever said and pulled back. The number of times I refused to propose will probably reach a hundred times, but it seems the same.

Tinasha said as she floated in the universe to keep her shoes from slipping.

"Okay. Then I'll tell you the nearest story."

"Nearest? Except in the castle"

"Let's exclude it because we have no choice. I'm talking about the castle capital. I'm talking about now."

Tinasha thus spoke of a small rub she had just purchased from the demon of use.

The liquor store, which usually only opens at night, was then rampantly trampled and vandalized by a dozen men.

Tables and chairs are kicked down and cracked empty bottles are scattered all over the floor. The little tavern presented a look of chaos, mixed with cursing and fury over it.

"So you're telling me to get the kid out!

"Kids don't matter! Get the fuck out of here!

What we're arguing about is four people in the store, including the owner of the tavern, and seven other intruders.

The relaxers who came for the reason that "a kid at the tavern made a prank on our people and hurt them," you can break things and get the floor dirty all you want. Violence is the only thing that hasn't behaved toward the people in the tavern, but that would be only a matter of time. A boy hiding behind a barrel shuddered and looked up at his father as he shuddered.

"And Dad... if I come out..."

"Shut up. They just want a hang-up."

Originally, merchants who wanted land in this tavern hired wanderings to harass them repeatedly. That happened to trap the kid this time. That's not all it takes to give the kid away and things will work out. The innkeeper says, blue-blue.

"I know what you want to do. But I'm not going to give you this shop."

"Huh? You don't want to take responsibility for what you're saying."

A loose voice can see the intent of a threat that you don't even hide. The boy hidden behind the barrel breathed into a situation he had never imagined until yesterday. Bury your face in your lap. Hopefully, time would return if it were to come true.

"Dad... sorry..."

"- Of the children, they are allowed to learn from failure."

Calm woman's voice. That was heard right from the side.

The boy looks up slightly.

There she is, a young woman. A woman sitting on the floor alongside him. The long dark hair that is lowered shines brilliantly about the floor. The side with white skin catching the eye was as neat as a rare sculpture. Dark eyes glimpse him and the boy breathes unexpectedly.

The woman, who had not made her feel any sign of how long she had been next door, shrugged her shoulders small.

"I didn't expect such a rub to happen in Castle Capital, so the petition isn't everything."

"Oh, what the hell..."

"And are you happy or unhappy that that guy's hand was empty... Well, I don't care what the outlaw sees."

The woman stands up, saying things she doesn't understand. For the first time since then, the boy realized she was wearing a black dress. Less decorative, but fine silk clothes are a sign that she is in a high position.

The men who were arguing over the sudden appearance of the woman are also angry. When she paid for her hair, she looked around arrogantly.

"If you don't want to die, be adult. If you do something past degrees, it's a conspiracy."

Rin's voice strikes down the air of the field. When the wanderers awoke from surprise, they tried to curse at the beautiful woman. But a moment earlier, the door to the tavern opens from the outside. A young man came inside with an unmade foothold.

"Tinasha, enough?

"Not good, but good. I don't care anymore."

"Why are you throwing so much?"

Outside the heart, a man who says things like that, wears a light outfit. However, it is clear that the tailoring is by first-class craftsmen. The young man, who was just waving his long sword, a brilliant figure that gave him a sense of lineage, looked back at the loose ends with pleasure. A brunette lines up next to her.

"You'll have more trouble, so do it with your bare hands. If you need to kill me, I'll do it."

"It would be more of a problem if you killed him."

"It's a matter of people's minds."

The brunette witch - Tinasha - stepped back on the wall when she slapped a man in the arm with a pound. Oscar laughs and invites a dozen or more wanderers.

"I know what's going on. Who hired you to do this?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You're going to jail you guys. That's where the details come from."

To the provocation of confusion, the wanderers change their complexion. Oscar looked back in no hurry at them as they raised their screams for intimidation and beat them up. The wanderers jump one after the other at him without pulling out their swords.

Tinasha looked that far and sighed back in front of the boy and his father.

"I think you'll be done in a minute, so wait. I'm sure you'll be called to ask about the situation later."

"Oh, he's in danger..."

"There's nothing I can do about that, so I'm fine. You seem to have a lot of power, so let me do it."

The witch is right, Oscar is skillfully standing around and waving his fist in a brawl. The boy let his eyes shine as the loose ones who had been intimidating him so strongly fell one after the other.

"Wow......"

"He's the only one who can do that."

Tinasha brought it to the barrel instead of the table when she grinned bitterly. Watch the contractor with his cheek cane. They realized that the difference in numbers was not advantageous, and they were beginning to put Oscar forward. One of us secretly pulls a dagger out of his back sheath. But the blade was shattered and scattered as Tinasha gently played her finger.

"I told you to keep me company. If you do it next time, I'll screw your whole body up and kill you. If you know what I mean, stay with the distractions of His Highness the Fool."

"So, Your Highness?

"Tinasha, I don't know how to call you that."

"Your Highness the fool is enough to get out of the castle and be rampaged here"

Leaving the owner of the liquor store stunned by his man's identity, Tinasha makes a small stretch.

In the meantime, Oscar layered his fainted loose ends on the floor to clear his daily depression. He breathes lightly when they're all completely cleaned up.

"It's been a pretty good exercise. Sometimes you have to fight in action."

"I'll be home when I feel better."

When Tinasha clapped her hands, all the men who were rolling on the floor disappeared.

I guess I magically let the metastasis happen. But the move, without any chanting, blued the boy. He looks up to his neighbor Tinasha with a mixed eye of terror.

"Who are you?

"My protector."

It was Oscar who answered the question. He handed Tinasha when he wiped both fists with a handcloth. She lined up next to it silently. Oscar strokes his long glossy hair.

"Okay, so I'm out, and you want to take a look around the castle capital"

"I won't go around. Don't open the castle forever. I'll be right back."

"I want to buy your clothes. Daily inspiration."

"I don't know what that means..."

This contractor always crosses her understanding. Or maybe it's because I've lived four hundred years that secularity and consciousness have slipped away. When Tinasha regained her mind so, she decided to make concessions once in a while.

"Ok...... about as good as clothes. Do as you please."

"How about some bridesmaid clothes or something?

"I'm not getting married! What are you talking about, idiot!

"That's too bad"

The incomprehensible pair go out side by side, naturally.

The father and the boy, who dropped that off, were rebelling against a blurry, daydreaming experience until the guards rushed in.

This is the story of destiny until the end of the age of witches and the birth of a curse that deviates from people.