Unnamed Memory

"Beginning the day after tomorrow, the Marquis of Neust territory will be in the castle"

Oscar glanced at Lazar's report, his squire, in an instant. The witch who was in the office blames it.

"What, that face?"

"No... I was just wondering if you had plans to be sick"

"Say hello, Your Highness."

Oscar snorted as he sighed, wasting himself by the rasal. Tinasha, who was polishing the crystal sphere, sees him so rarely and seriously.

"It's unusual that you don't like responsibility. Do you know him?

"Not so much. I've only seen him face to face two or three times."

"Your Royal Highness is not comfortable seeing the Queen's candidate."

My husband becomes a bitter face at the words of a bitter Lazar. Tinasha leaked her honest thoughts when she looked at the two faces.

"If the curse goes well, it'll be over by the end of the contract."

"Did you think I'd be happy to disclose that information...?

"You came to my tower to have the curse lifted..."

"I went to propose to you."

"Stop tampering with the past. That's enough for Leg."

Pissed and scolded, Oscar changes his mood somewhat. I signed the paperwork I was about to process.

"I'm not bad at meeting people, but I get tired when the implicit pressure to be queen is strong. I feel like I'm forced to shove something sweet into my mouth."

"But since you're Prince Wang, you don't have a choice."

"I know."

Until now, he has been relatively escaped from those things because he had a curse on himself. So until I was a boy, my father king and surroundings stopped me from hoping for such a political marriage, but a little before I succeeded Acacia, I changed my policy to "do something for myself". I'm not dissatisfied with that so I'm doing something about it myself, but it's true that I'm still tired.

When he puts his cheek cane on, he invites his own witch.

"Come here because I want to touch the cat with a distraction."

"Two days ago. Isn't that too soon?"

Tinasha, though, then turns into a black kitten, runs through the air and circles into the corner of the desk. Oscar smiled into a much more serene routine as he stroked its glossy hairline.

The territory of Neust is one of the regional territories extending to southeastern Falsas, under the jurisdiction of a grand aristocracy with three branches. A few generations ago, there was also a descendant from the royal family. That's one of the famous Falsas.

Just among them, the Tizzi family in Rainiera is a bit inferior in financial and power compared to other branches. It's the closest little house to the border.

With that in mind, Oscar was listening to the greetings of a lady he hadn't seen in five years. Raineela, who came to the castle with five offerings, apparently came to inquire about her mood for the castle as a use from the main house. When the Father King received her greeting, he left her opponent to his son, "I'll leave you to it, then" he said.

Moving from the hall of sight to a small reception room, Oscar turns to Raineyla with a headache for the anticipated expansion.

"I'll arrange it if you offer me anything I need or hope for. For a short time, but stay free."

"I'm afraid, Your Highness."

Beautifully bowed, Rainiera is a seventeen-year-old girl with bright blonde hair catching her eye. When I met him five years ago, I had the impression that he was an active child who loved horseback riding, but now he is perfectly equipped with the material waist and beauty that the noble lady deserves.

She looked up and saw Oscar with her chestnut eyes.

"Because of that, then, I'd like to hear from Your Highness. It'll be a good souvenir story to the house."

Oscar swallowed a sigh of inner "have you come" to such a demand wrapped in grace. When I look at the razal at the wall of the room, he complains with his eyes, "Don't run away". Tinasha next door is my face. I can see Rainella's escorts distracted by her floating beauty.

Raineela stays in the castle for only three days. She then said she would visit a relative's mansion in the city near the castle capital. Then postponing it weirdly will just be a hassle. It is difficult even if relations with the great nobles of the region deteriorate. When Oscar convinced himself so, he returned it to Raineyla.

"Then it's a corner, let me show you in the garden. - Tinasha"

"You two go ahead. Because we're here."

…………

The escort made me feel slightly distracted if I took her, but I was immediately refused. Tinasha has eyes with one of the men in the escort and smiles. Oscar wanted to throw a nearby chair at the other man. But I'll drink it all the time, defending my position.

"... ok"

It's out of the question to annoy Tinasha by saying how bad it is. When Oscar smiles bitterly, he accompanies Rainiera to the courtyard.

The courtyard of Castle Falsus is just in the blooming season of roses. The rose, he said, was made to be planted by his great-grandfather for his beloved witch, but he actually liked Tinasha and took care of it.

Oscar, who was talking about the unmistakable while watching the large circle of white roses, looked back, realizing that Rainella had accidentally stopped her leg, though.

She looks up at him with an adult smile.

"Your Highness, do you know why I came here?"

"... to be my queen, isn't it?

"Yep. All the nobles will be after it, including my house. Falsus has sufficient national power even without entering into a political marriage with another country. If so, shouldn't the royal family strengthen its relationship with domestic nobility?

"I think it's best to say something. but I'm not willing to exchange it by marriage. If you marry one, you will only create dissatisfaction with the other."

"But let's just say we need a heir."

"There's a woman in love"

To the answer, Raineela turned her eyes round. It's as if Oscar wants to laugh at his year-to-year expression.

She asked back seriously after a few seconds.

"Are you getting married soon?

"No, you're still talking about it. They don't snort."

When Tinasha hears that, she'll say, "We're forever ahead," but that's it, this is it. At least he's not going to give up on himself yet.

Rainella will have an even more puzzling face to his words.

"And yet you want to marry that person?

"I don't think there's a substitute for that."

One witch sitting far away wants to be next to herself. so that when she is tired, she can rest her feathers. so that you can live with people in their natural routine.

Raineela only smiled a little bitterly there.

"But what if he didn't snort all the time? Besides you, there will be no more royal lineages."

"Well then, I'm going to do something about it. Fortunately, the original proposal will be taken care of."

If the curse is lifted, whoever you choose will have no problem.

Even if I can't change Tinasha's mind, Falsus won't cut me off.

So one day in the distant future, someone who will inherit his own blood, the day may come when he will meet her again. Just like I met her that my great-grandfather loved. I wish her solitude had diminished at all then, I hope.

But it's about what if. Talk about when you weren't able to help yourself.

"For now, I'm not willing to give in for the time being. Don't worry, I won't do you any harm."

Falsus is a country that will inherit the King's sword. Even if there is no inheritance, in the meantime it is only if you are a steadfast king of your own with Acacia. That's how I take responsibility for myself and confront her with the private emotions left behind. That must be a happy time.

The girl looked at him as if surprised, but breathes inadvertently small.

That's how Raineela buried her face in its chest as she walked over to him.

"Rainiera?"

"An escort who came with me… there is a spy in there"

Words that no one has been told to hear. To its content, Oscar does not change his expression.

"On the road to here, I heard you making contact with your employer. But I can't do anything by myself..."

"Okay. I'll take care of it. You've spoken well."

When Raineela heard it, she let go of her body. Point a relieved smile at him.

"Your Highness is strong, I'm relieved."

'Cause that's what I'm here for.

That's what royalty is all about. It must embody the strength to protect the people, at least in Farsas.

So Oscar, tapping that back gently to reassure the girl, headed for the original reception room.

But in front of the door stands Lazar. When he saw his husband, he gave him a slightly stiff smile.

"Are you back yet, Your Highness? Because of this, why don't you show us the library next time?

"What about Tinasha?

"He went somewhere to see me."

- That's all very normal interaction made me uncomfortable.

To Oscar, who is not comfortable seeing women, that Lazar recommended:

Above all, that he stands in front of the door, that Tinasha is not there.

With such a small pile of discomfort, Oscar frowns. When he pushed the razal over, he put his hand on the door.

"Your Highness!"

Oscar opens the reception room, listening to the voice of restraint.

And I lost my word.

From the floor to the ceiling, in a room with lots of blood scattered.

It is the witch in black who stands in it. She notices Oscar and frowns.

"Already... what is Lazar doing"

A witch dyed her white hands with blood. When she said that like a shudder, she twirled the dagger in her right hand.