Unnamed Memory

"So, what do I talk from..."

Witches in clothes blur as they lie down on their bunks.

In her bedroom on the top floor of the tower, unlike other rooms, there is little extra. Oscar, who was looking at the bookshelf on the wall, sat down on the edge of it when questioned by her and returned to the bedroom.

Take Tinasha's brunette in one hand.

"After all, what was the catalyst for the curse? Are you after my assassination?

"Hmmm...... maybe not. Because that was a form of curse that eroded and activated living humans. It just so happens that my magic has hit me and the erosion has progressed rapidly, and I think it would have been activated after Raineela left the castle."

The witch made a small stretch.

"He was adamant with me because of my magic, but if it had been activated naturally, maybe he would have killed it from something close to him, depending on the allowance. At the time of entering the castle, it was almost in a species state, so it must have slipped through the boundaries. A timeline is annoying."

"Depending on the allowance, that's amazing. What are you thinking?"

"There's about as much in the sea of blood, isn't there? It could be the work of blood sea enthusiasts."

"Don't make weird enthusiasts"

Regardless of Tinasha's bullshit, it would lightly go beyond the catastrophe just now if it had come true.

And that's probably a tragedy that was scheduled after Raineyla left the castle.

Oscar puts his finger on his jaw.

"Does that mean Raineela or a distant relative from her next visit is the aim...?

"Maybe you were after the assassin. Looks like you didn't say anything. I was surprised by the curse."

"That's who Raineyla was talking about."

The brunette hair of the witch, who has just dried, becomes more lustrous the more she combs. Tinasha looked up at Oscar with her half-closed eyes.

"Anyway, if you have a curse ban, I will explore it so you should be careful for a while. Sometimes they cross defensive boundaries with their hands."

"Okay. But protect yourself. And you don't have to go ahead and do your dirty work."

Stand on the assassin's arrow and build a pile of mutilated corpses. It is the witch who can take that for granted. That's why they've been awed.

In such a witch, Tinasha, said to be the strongest, frowns lightly.

"Of all the contracts that protect you."

"You don't have to bother to protect me. Am I strong?

"It is unsuitable. Or... you think I should just eat sugar candy without doing my dirty work? I'm a witch, right?

Witch's eyes that even look cold.

Blood and cruelty smeared gaze straight through Oscar.

In her eyes like truncating a person's shallowness, he sighed one... and followed Tinasha's cheek.

"Don't clean everything up with 'cause you're a witch'"

"Itata! What!? What is it!?

"It's natural for you to be a witch, and it's natural for you to have power"

"I want to be there! It hurts!

"I won't even tell you not to kill me. No matter how. Just don't do it for me where I don't know it. At least I'm willing to take full responsibility for what you do while I'm under contract with you."

Oscar finally releases his finger, which was not picking his cheek.

I've had her down from the tower for only six months.

But there's still plenty to know. Maybe you know more about her than she does about herself.

It's hypocritical, it throws people away, and I don't hate wearing blood or mud. Still just people-friendly, lonely witch.

So while you're next to yourself, you just have to have more options. You can entrust me with half of what I try to bear.

Yes, to Oscar stabbing the nail, finally freed, she held her cheek in tears.

"Are you..."

Tinasha hangs up words there. Dark eyes swayed on the patrol.

When she ends up drinking first from it, she mouths only one word instead.

"He's weird."

"Right."

"... you're an idiot"

The voice was terribly gentle.

Oscar raises his eyebrows gently and looks at her as if she were listening in her chambers.

But at that time Tinasha had her eyes closed. I can hear a deep exhale.

Then she won't say anything. Oscar looked at the witch who was likely to fall asleep if left alone for a while, but asked slightly more pompous.

"So, can I stay here?

".................. not good!? Why are you telling me that!?

"The way is collapsing and I can't go home"

"Because I'm climbing right up! Already!"

The tower of Tinasha is made to collapse everywhere every time a person climbs. It's a one-way street for the Oscars, because the transfer line that connects the castle to the tower is only on the ground floor.

The witch gets up holding her forehead.

"Didn't I tell you it was hard to rebuild..."

"Why don't we just connect this room to my room in a transfer formation?

"It's too easy to get in and out! Protect my life too!

"I think your life should be more or less with me."

"I'm tired!

Tinasha says, sitting on the sleeping table with Oscar's hand, he opens the transfer gate in front of him.

Oscar held her up like a gnawing cat. Tinasha looks up to such a contractor with a sleepy eye.

"How was Raineyla? Were you going to be a good bride?

"I want you to be my bride."

"No. I'm tired."

That's all I'm saying, she closes her eyes again. Oscar grinned bitterly at the witch, who was likely to fall asleep, and when he mouthed on his white forehead he entered the metastasis gate.