Unnamed Memory

The room painted by blood has no shadow to see.

Oscar looked at one man falling at the witch's feet and another "what was human". The person, who is in a state of fragmentation, has left his eyes and mouth open and a screaming expression running out.

Oscar identified two bodies that were Raineela's escorts.

"Just the two of us? What about the rest of us?

"I threw it out with a metastasis. I asked Lazar to arrange detention. Maybe they don't know what happened because they kicked these two out before they killed them."

Blood. Stepping around, Tinasha answers flatly. What she has looks like a normal dagger, but there is no danger in its handling. When Oscar awoke from surprise, he called out to the razal in the hallway.

"Keep Raineyla in the separate room. I'll go when I get rid of this one."

"Or, yes, I did."

"And I'll preach later about Tinasha's cover-up."

"... sorry"

"Don't be mad at Lazar. I couldn't cover it up after all."

"I'm so sorry"

Putting down a lazal that lowers its head deeply, Oscar closes the door. That's how he turned to the witch.

"I want to hear how it went. Raineela told me you had a mixed spy."

"Was she aware of that? But this man is more of an assassin than a spy. If you're not falling apart"

"Assassin? How do you know?"

Falling is the man who was behind Raineyla's escort. The weapon is just wearing a long sword, and there's no sign of any attempt to pull it out.

But Tinasha broke off lightly.

"Occupational assassins can be seen in their behavior and gaze."

"Is that what it is"

"That's why I haven't lived long. On this continent, assassins are mostly people who draw on a two-sword genre, but they're particularly easy to spot."

Tinasha pulls a thin dagger out of the nose as she reaches for the man's body. A bit of a curved blade. She shook it with her left hand.

In that smooth move, Oscar remembers when he played a game with her. Usually she only uses a thin long sword wave, but when she is serious about melee, she becomes a double sword.

"You, are you wearing assassination skills?

"It's not as good as the main job, though. My sword master was one of the best assassins of our time."

"... convinced me a lot"

I wonder what kind of rush you learned the sword from an assassin, but knowing that, her judgment is better. Tinasha puts a man's dagger on the floor.

"Because it's troublesome when an assassin takes the lead. I pulled them away from you to broil them out. He called me as soon as I pressed him a little."

"If you pressured me..."

I'm totally used to Oscars and stuff, but it's witch pressure. If you're an ordinary person, that's all you can't move into fear. The only person in it that moves reflexively - the only person that moves is a man whose battle or killing has crept into him.

Tinasha flaunted her thin shoulders there.

"I was actually going to let you throw up alive, but I'm sorry. I killed him unexpectedly. I was going to at least clean the room and then report it to you."

He asked Lazar to cover it up in order to clean the blood splash. Oscar handed it to her when he took his hipster.

"I'll clean it this way. I put a lot of effort into it. Blood yourself first."

"Uh, hey, you shouldn't let people touch this. If it's a regular wash, it's a carpet or something. It's a waste of artisan handweaving."

"You have an unusual laundry?

"I'm good at that kind of retra. Blood drain on the wall? Because he's a demon who conducts buildings."

Wiping the blood off her fingers with the cloth she was given, she's no different than when she usually brews tea in the office. For her, I guess this is about everyday tea. And she's probably aware that that's a different heterogeneity from people.

Oscar confirmed by drinking his inner bitterness.

"So, who's falling apart?

"You're a puppet. There was a magical spiritual destruction going on. You might say it's a medium of curse. This has been a disturbance, so the room is bloody..."

"Almost got it. Get dressed."

I'm curious to hear more about it, but it's also resistant to let her stay bloody any longer.

Tinasha waved as she grinned bitterly.

"I'm going to bleed in the tower. I'll send you a retra instead, so make yourself comfortable in the meantime."

"You should be at the castle as soon as you get dressed"

"I don't like it because I don't feel comfortable"

Tinasha disappears all the time. When Oscar finally took a deep sigh, a young child's voice rang from behind him.

"Okay, let's start cleaning"

"... Litra?"

I was surprised by the boulder because I didn't feel any signs until just before.

The witchcraft demon, who looked like a child, looks around the miserable room.

"We will make restitution. Do you want to transfer the body somewhere? If we dispose of it, we will dispose of it."

"Leave me because I need a test. If it gets in the way of cleaning, I'll get a separate room."

"Then I'll put it in the corner of the room for now. However, there is no curse on this blood, so I will purify it. I'll just split one bottle for the test."

"The filth of the curse?

"I poison people. Please don't touch me. You can also contact your skin in a small amount in time, so rinse off with plenty of running water if you can. If you stay poorly, the washroom will be dirty."

"If it was a little, he'd be in his head."

"Because that's the master"

"That's why he went back to the tower."

I guess he washed his body in the castle and hated to pollute the bathroom. I know it's a cleanliness habit, but I don't think I have to worry about it that much. I have something to say about taking on dirty work without touching his eyes in the first place. Oscar asked Litra, who was about to strip the carpet.

"How long will it take?

"If you give me an hour. In the meantime, please do not allow people in or out."

"Okay. Please."

When Oscar leaves cleaning to the witch's user demon, he goes out in the hallway and looks for Lazar.

That's how he left the castle in a single transfer formation once he had arranged for the ex-post processing.

The tower bath is a large bathtub with a little large hall or so.

Lucrezia and the like of the same witch were shook up as "How can I make it so big" etc., but from time to time, I have never had a problem with it because I also use it for magic experiments that require a water field.

Tinasha, who shed while purifying the blood that had been scattered, stretches her hands and legs and floats in hot water. I want to fall asleep like this because of the fatigue caused by filth, but I'm worried about everything when I don't go back to the castle.

"It's good to have a curse within my boundaries."

- In the first place, the puppet itself was no different than a normal human being.

After Oscar and Rainella left, Tinasha whispered to Lazar, who was next door, looking at the five offerings.

"You have an assassin in there."

"What!? That's..."

Tinasha snarls her fingers at Lazar, who has voiced herself reflexively. As soon as I couldn't speak, he was all over the place.

But by then, the escorts had all seen the two of them.

Tinasha had no choice but to breathe.

"Then I'll broil it out and make you throw up"

Tan, and slap the floor with your nail tips.

At the same time, a wave of killing-mixed magic ran through the room.

The four men were reflexively stiff to it, not knowing who they were - but only one of them by the window kicked the floor towards Tinasha.

A dagger thrown at a witch.

But she prevents it by just putting her hands together gently. At the same time, she threw a metastatic configuration at the remaining four.

"Dear Tinasha!

Lazar screams now that she can speak.

To the man who had packed the distance in between, Tinasha herself pulled out a dagger for protection. Take a blade with your own sword that tries to slit your throat. Skillfully diverting her opponent's power as it was, she kicked up the man's belly with her thin feet.

"Gu..."

"Yes, that's it"

To a man who breaks his body and suffers, the witch pokes a dagger at him.

"I'm strengthening my body, so you can't beat me. Because I don't want to be alarmed by the assassin in charge."

I can do enough to strengthen the power and speed of the flesh. I don't usually do that simply because it's quicker and stronger to fight as a magician.

Tinasha keeps her cutting tip in motion.

"Well, then, I'll have you throw up for a purpose. Depends. I'll miss you. I'll report it up there."

Just because you're an assassin, you may not necessarily be a person who does harm to the castle. He's got a history, but now he might just be an escort. The assassin who taught Tinasha the sword was also technically a former assassin. There's that too. Witches give men a choice.

The man glanced at Tinasha with awe and murderous eyes.

But I still don't want to open my mouth. The witch tilted her neck gently.

"Does not crack your mouth mean you are active? When I walked into the room, I was checking my escape route, trying to get out of Oscar's sight, so I was wondering."

If you've come to target a contractor, you can't overlook it. I just have to kill him here.

Tinasha drew a dagger.

"You have no choice. Let me use a little spiritual magic."

If you're not willing to talk, just take the liberty of pulling out the information. Tinasha produces a configuration on her left hand side.

Point it at the man - but the next moment, she jumped back.

Where she was, "it" comes down from above.

Something big black.

It looked up at Tinasha as she stepped down on the floor, crawling four.

Unfocussed both eyes. There is black blood dripping from the half-open mouth.

It's like a beast, but it's indisputably human. A young man dressed the same as a man who is an assassin. To that unusual appearance, the assassin, free from witch pressure, turned a startling eye.

"You...?

But the assassin man did not detain any more. Take another dagger out of your nose.

He tried to throw it at Tinasha - but earlier than that, a dagger thrown by a witch pierced the man's chest.

Tinasha plays the flying other in the defensive junction.

The other man landed perfectly on the wall as he twisted himself in the air. The witch gets fed up with a move that ignores gravity.

"Do I usually look so..."

"Master Tinasha is a little more normal..."

That's all I had with Lazar for a friendly conversation.

The next moment, the man came crawling four ceilings spitting black blood. Tinasha emits light bulbs for it, but the man is faster.

Tinasha transferred the dagger to hand. He jumps back as he kicks up the man's jaw coming down with his bloody wet hands.

"Lazar! Go outside and don't let anyone in for a while!

"So, to call His Highness..."

"No Oscar, either, because it's a hassle to wash! Go, go, go!

Lazar goes outside with the words. When the thick door was closed, the witch breathed once more.

"Sounds like erosion is going on. Seems to be piling up plenty, but I'll let you spit out all that blood"

Like a moth coming towards a bonfire, coming at her. It's a leather bag packed with the blood of a curse, so to speak. Deadly wounds won't end unless you let that blood spit out.

When Tinasha breathes, she restarts her dagger.

"Let's go then. I'll cut you clean."

Not as good as the contractor man, but she's also one of those who fixed swords for action. I can't take the trouble of cursing someone.

Tinasha turns to the beast in the shape of a man and points the blade.

And as proclaimed, I cut that body into eleven parts.

"... tired"

Skin-stained blood, so to speak, is rotten magic. infection and spreading further corrosion.

It takes some magic and tons of water to flush it...... just as much as the amount of bathed was enormous, even Tinasha can't wipe away her tiredness.

Still, as she rose out of the hot water in a temper, she wrapped a cloth around her wet body. I just stepped out of the bathroom wiping my long hair and hit the person who was at the end of the door.

"... to?

"Oh, you were still there properly. I'm glad I didn't put you in the wrong place."

A voice coming down from above your head. Seriously looking up at the contractor who couldn't even be there...... Tinasha exclaimed.

"Climb up too fast!?

"I'm used to this tower. I'd like to hear more about that."

"I'll get dressed, so get out first!

To his full complaint, Oscar nods and goes out to the next room, "Dry your hair properly".

Tinasha, who dropped that back off - now it's time to crouch down and cover her face with unbearable fatigue.