Unnamed Memory

A white butterfly slips through the wall and returns.

Tinasha received the report in the bedroom of the given room. When she finishes hearing everything, the witch frowns in shape.

"I see. It's mostly amateur work. Now, where do you get your hands from"

If you tell the contractor guy, he's going to poke right at you, but things are compatible. You should move on your own regarding this.

But it would be an extra hassle if you misstood around. Tinasha leans back on her sleeping table thinking.

"I don't know what to do. They're going to complain if you let Oscar get too involved..."

That contractor is too free to be in trouble. I don't let her be a witch at all, and she scolds me for not knowing as well as I did earlier. You also think that you, the contractor, are the guardian of the witch.

"True, he's a weird person..."

Tinasha makes small extensions.

The snug, sweet scent tickles my nose. I've been very sleepy. My body is heavy. Is there still an aftermath contaminated by the curse?

"Just a little... Sleep..."

You can move out when you wake up. That should make it.

Tinasha closes her eyes trying to hold her own chest in.

In the body that connects with him was a pleasant warmth.

Through the thinly opened door, make sure the woman rests in peace.

That's how he returned to the basement of the mansion early. It's at the end of a hidden staircase. That's his lab.

Dim, wide basement stone floors accumulate enough water to always hang on the candles. It was a procedure to avoid the withering of the lions strewn throughout the room, thanks to which the walls were so busy that they could not be seen in the basement, creating a view as if it were in a dark forest.

Aten Tizzi peeks at the bottles arranged on the desk between the walls. There was a small "seed" floating around in it like a grain of wheat. Every one of them was made by him in tweaks.

"We have to get 'next' ready soon..."

I didn't expect a human being buried with seeds to run wild where it wasn't planned.

That doesn't mean anything. We must hurry. We have to bury the next species in another human being.

But... the fact that Prince Wang and the magician of his escort are coming from the castle will likely already make me suspicious. If we don't move by tonight, we won't be able to make it.

"While the sleeping incense is working... as long as the magician deceives his eyes..."

If it's a magic drug, the magician will notice, but if it's a regular drug, it doesn't matter. That's why he burned sleeping herbs in the woman's room, the fiancée of Prince Wang.

Athen takes one of the bottles soaked with cranberries.

"This will do. And then this..."

"To whom do you intend to bury it?

A voice heard from the dark.

The voice that sounds a lot belongs to a woman who can't even be here.

"No way......"

Athen looks back with incredible thoughts.

Below the stairs, in the scarce lights, stands a beautiful woman.

Tinasha, the magician with whom Prince Wang followed, does not even wet his feet in thinly stretched water. She stood straight on the water and made a small stretch.

"You did it. I didn't expect to burn the sleeping grass... my body is very weak"

"Why did you wake up?"

"Because I'm in sync with that guy right now. The medicine also works in half. Instead, I think he's probably sleepy too... but that's a credit for the injury."

Tinasha covers her mouth with one hand. Again, wow, she makes a stretch. Athen saw the woman walking in a light rub of tear-seeping eyes, with a wary eye.

- Different character.

It's just an intuition, but I'm sure it's true. It's impossible for a normal magician to stand on water without chanting. As Athen turned to his feet, he laid his hands on a large cage placed behind the basement. Four-legged shadows appear loosely from the inside. Athen also opened the other cages lined up one after the other as they were. I hear Tinasha's bitter voice.

"Is that an experimental creature that buried all the seeds of the curse? Even one of them was pretty annoying..."

"I don't want to do anything absurd. But if you're not going to leave, that's all."

"That's troubling..."

The low roaring beasts gradually narrow the siege toward Tinasha.

It was fatigue that only severed every mortal who was invaded by the curse. Not to mention animal opponents. It's harder to capture movement. Tinasha, not wearing a sword today, scratches her hair in a sigh.

"Even for me, it would be best if you would surrender."

"I can't do that. We can't just let these go yet."

"To cure your own left arm?

Athen sneers at her words as if she had seen them all.

Indeed, I started researching this curse in an attempt to cure my left arm, which does not move as I wish.

Something that parasitizes, roots, and gives special power to the inside of the creature.

It's a small seedling from a traveling magician. A plant that is grown by magic and water.

I didn't ask where the source was. I felt like I would be bullied if I asked. So in the basement of this mansion, I secretly dyed my hands for research.

But in the end, Athens never transplanted the seed into his arms.

Because I've lost sight of what it means to heal my arm from one point on. That 's--

A number of water sounds.

Towards Tinasha, the vain two-eyed beasts pack the distance.

Turn your flesh toward them and tear them apart, but she has no way of retreating.

Athen toothed such a woman... waved her raised hand down against the beasts who were after her prey.

There was a knock on the door.

That sounded too whispering, but it did reach Oscar's ear.

When he gets up off the bunk with Acacia in his hand, he heads to the door.

When he saw the person standing ahead of him who opened it, Oscar frowned.

"You."

"Your Highness... I apologize for the night. But it's harder with you..."

"Tinasha did? I thought you were asleep because you were sleepy earlier."

It seems that the technique of synchronizing the body also shares to some extent the state of the body. If you ask about the origin of the house art, you can also guess what the technique is for, but is it because it is a witch or Tinasha who uses such a thing flat out for a different purpose than it was originally used for?

Oscar looks down at Raineela, who stands in front of him as he bites down the absences. Just weaving her jacket in her sleeping clothes, she had a protective or skinny long sword in her hand. Oscar tilts his neck gently to the bloody smell that drifts.

"Are you hurt?

"Just a little bit. More quickly, Your Highness."

Raineela returns her heels. Oscar followed him out of the room.

It's terribly quiet in the big mansion.

He also seemed to hear a sigh of sighing someone would follow at the end of the distant hallway, and Oscar glanced at their feet.

Rainiera, who goes ahead, leaves the mansion through the back entrance with an unmistakable foothold.

A winding narrow road leading to the cliff. Beyond that, it was a desolate garden.

Oscar looks around at the wide area scattered with broken stone columns and peeled cobbles.

"What is this place?

"Come on...... I've been in this condition since my uncle bought the mansion."

The three sides of the decaying garden are chopped cliffs.

The wind at night blows through between us without a sound.

Raineela looked back, staring at Prince Wang. To that unclear look, Oscar asks.

"Where's Tinasha?

"We don't have time, Your Highness."

The girl sees at her feet. A small foot steps on a piece of unbroken cobblestone.

Oscar asked plainly, facing her.

"You and Athen were working together from the beginning? Is Athen his stooper?

"No, it's a misunderstanding."

The girl pulls out her sword as she says.

Long sword from her height. But Raineyla set it up without difficulty. There is a faint light in the girl's eyes.

"My uncle has always wanted to stop me. So it's only tonight."

Girl with a long sword with both hands. There is no slight gap in that position that does not make it slight.

Oscar even remembered his admiration and looked back at Raineyla.

"It was also swordsmanship that Aten was pulling out. You were guided not only by equestrianism, but also by it."

"I crossed my uncle when I was twelve. That arm of my uncle was a wound when he lost to me, not a horse."

Raineela exhales.

Thin, long breaths.

Oscar pulls out Acacia silently.

The girl laughed lightly at the way she didn't move.

"Hey, did you already hear something from my uncle?

"No. Just look at the way you walk and I'll know your arm. You brought up the spy story to alarm me, didn't you? From the beginning, you were the assassin to me."

Tinasha once told me, "You, I'm afraid my arms are too much to stand in footsteps".

Oscar himself had no such consciousness... but if that had to do with the skill of swordsmanship, so did Rainella.

Quiet enough mansion to hear a sigh of sigh.

That meant she wasn't letting footsteps again herself.

Raineela laughed thinly.

"Indeed, if you die in an accidental accident, the Pharsus throne may come around to our main house, which is also a relative. But it's still second."

In the dark garden, there are signs of something.

It slipped through the side of the Oscar and headed straight for Rainiera.

Black beast. Smaller around than a bear. It strips its fangs and jumps on a girl.

- But the body became two before I touched her.

The invisible speed of the sword muscle. Unstrayed sharpness.

It is thanks to the skill of the sharpened sword that makes it possible.

Raineela looks coolly at the remains falling split left and right as she scatters her flesh.

"My uncle seems to really want to stop me, but what I want isn't that big of a deal"

The girl chuckled and looked up at Oscar.

"I just... want to kill a strong man, Your Highness"

Rainiera Tizzi flashes her own sword by saying so.

The look was fanatical, carried by a sword-drunk man.