Unnamed Memory

The beginning of the day's problem is a word from Oscar.

"What can spiritual magic do in the first place? Afraid of what?

An unintended word from Prince Wang, who has little knowledge of magic.

The problem is that when I spoke of it, there were two witches in the office.

Tinasha, who was drinking tea, sees her own contractor with a shuddering face.

"Oscar... you really..."

"If you care, why don't you just stain yourself?

"Lucrezia!"

Tinasha shouts blame to the other witch who says it with a light, sincere, blind smile.

"A closed forest witch" - Lucrezia, who excelled in spiritual magic, raised her hand lightly.

Refers to Oscar, whose red painted nails were on the concierge.

Tinasha floated her hips trying to stop it.

But - Lucrezia's fingers go to Tinasha just before.

"Huh?"

Tinasha, completely poked at the void, collapsed on the spot in an instant. Oscar looks at the guardian who falls asleep with a small sleep.

"What are you doing..."

"'Cause you want to know, right? Spiritual magic thing."

Lucrezia smiles flashly. I thought it was "unsavory" to the brilliance of its eyes, but it was slow. The guardian is already in a dream.

The closed forest witch, and whispered gently as poison.

"Well, you go.... in a dream seventy years ago"

The magical composition released with the word, tangled up in him like a spider's nest, disappeared.

When I realized it was the hallway of Castle Falsus where he was standing.

A long corridor that looks familiar. As Oscar looked around there, a man coming from ahead noticed him. He approaches me with a strange face.

"Who is it? What are you doing there?"

"What are you doing..."

In this castle, there should be no one who says that to him.

It shouldn't exist... but Oscar gets silent when he sees his opponent's outfit.

A vermilion uniform that would probably be a martial artist. But it's not made like what he knows. That's what I've seen in castle materials.

"Seventy years ago..."

"What's wrong, you guys?"

The voice of a woman who often passes. To that voice he knew, the man in front of him bowed his head.

"Witch."

Oscar looks back and puts a beautiful figure in his sight.

Seventy years ago, the king's witch.

The Blue Moon Witch, Tinasha, looked up at him as if he were sixteen years old when we met...... suspiciously.

"What, to Lucrezia's spiritual magic...?

Tinasha looks disgusted when she listens.

Being in this castle as a witch who made a covenant with the king, she was brought to her chambers by Oscar, a suspicious man, eating down.

Oscar, on the other hand, takes a serious look at his own witch, who has grown smaller.

"You really don't remember."

"Seventy years before I met you. If that story is true."

Tinasha gently returns the tea as she brews it. Normally I don't think it would be strange to be eliminated immediately, but the name "Lucrezia" seems to have been enough to make me drink a lot of irrationality.

She scratched her temples with a bitter face.

"You probably put me to sleep and put you in that dream. But we can't remember each other when we wake up with this hand technique. Because they're both fictional. So I can't even avenge Lucrezia..."

"That's a tough technique."

Thoughts of knowing the horrors of spiritual magic, but knowing doesn't make sense to forget. It's just good food. Tinasha put a cup of tea in front of him sighing.

"If either you or I wake up, it'll be over. Until then, I don't know what I can do..."

"I don't mind that. Don't you ever believe a story like this without clapping."

"Hmm... you're pretty strong, aren't you?

'Cause you worked me out.

"If you look at that, you'll see. I'm convinced even if they say he's an accomplished tower. If not, you can kill him."

"Don't kill your own contractor lightly"

"My current contractor is Legius."

At the same time she says so, the door is slammed as if she had been waiting. Tinasha called out, "Come in," when she looked bitter as soon as possible.

The door opened and came in with a good young man and a beautiful girl to accompany him.

The young man turns his eyes round when he sees Oscar.

"Customer, Tinasha"

"It's like that."

Tinasha urges Oscar to stand with her gaze. In response he stood up. Before you name it, a young man smiles and offers his hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Legius, the king of this country. Greetings."

"... nice to meet you. It's called an Oscar. I'm interrupting..."

May I meet my great-grandfather, who is supposed to be dead before he is born?

A blonde girl stares up from next to Legius at Oscar, who takes the baffled but offered hand. She grinned as she received Oscar's gaze.

"My name is Lara. Nice to meet you."

"... thank you very much"

From the record, the girl who will be Queen of Legius will be Oscar's own great-grandmother. She asked Tinasha, looking somewhat firmer than Legius.

"Witch, are you a friend?

"Is this a mandatory referral from a friend..."

"Tinasha, will you marry me, by the way?

"I won't. Go home because it's depressing."

Immediately, Legius drops his shoulder disappointingly and squeaks back.

Oscar felt indescribable to such a sight of intimacy at any rate.

But when the king went to the tea table with Lara, he spoke in vain. Much of it is childlike chatter, but the public opinion of the time is glimpsed from the occasional mixed affairs stories. In Oscar's memory, the Druza invasion occurs in the last three months. Then the Warcraft wakes up and Tinasha should leave the castle.

"Tinasha, I think it's a good idea to go outside once in a while"

"I won't go. I'm tired of listening to you."

For an immediate response, Legius becomes like an abandoned puppy.

It is clear that Legius has a fondness for witches, but still his favor is beaten back brilliantly by being too direct. Totally childish.

I wish I could think of a few more ways to do this, Oscar, etc., but I don't have the muscle to give advice. It's half funny to watch, half painful to me too.

Lara says on the occasion of an interrupted conversation.

"With that said, witch, there was something I wanted you to see. I'll take it. It's a little heavy, so I'll keep you waiting."

"I don't mind. Shall I help?"

"Oh, I'll help."

Rala shakes and controls Tinasha and Legius, who are about to rise up. Oscar took a seat about the girl trying to leave the room that way. Because Oscar is the only one who's not in the girl's sight on this occasion. Lara smiles and smiles lovingly "sorry" when she observes it.

And when she went out into the hallway, she looked up at Oscar with cold eyes.

"Who are you?

The sharp gaze is completely different from when you were in the room.

An eye with just the power to suppress people. I can see through the hidden heart. It belongs to the mighty who are in the court with their own strength.

Oscar laughs bitterly when he drinks a mild surprise.

"It's that guy I know. I've been visiting with other witch interference."

"The witch hasn't been down the tower in the last few decades. Please don't lie clearly."

"I'm not lying..."

What can I say? Lara narrows her eyes while she gets lost. She laughed just at her mouth.

"The witch is dear to His Majesty. If you intend to harm him, Your Majesty will slaughter him and throw him away."

"Exactly. That's troublesome and we're gonna fight back."

"Then I suggest you disappear adultly. It's better for each other."

"Of each other, or"

The girl will be overwhelmingly stronger than herself. Leaving a man in front, unbroken.

It is probably because of the chillness with which what is there overlooks itself and the calculation that Tinasha or Legius will come even if something happens.

On top of that, he doesn't want to wave at Legius if he can fit in at his own discretion.

It's a boldness not suited to your age. Oscar was half impressed and looked at his great-grandmother.

"I've been told you look like Tinasha, I see."

"... you, are you calling the witch by name?

"Well, she's gonna be my wife."

"Huh?"

"Come on, come on."

With the twisted words, the door opens and Tinasha shows her face. Dark eyes glared at Oscar.

"It's time for Leg to suspect me. Don't be paranoid."

"You were watching."

"Naturally. Lara was suspicious of you."

"I'm sorry, witch. Sorry for the hassle."

Oscar breaks his face in comparison to Lara, who bows his head, and Tinasha, who smiles bitterly, "It's okay. Tinasha looked up at him with such an incomprehensible eye.

"What is it? Marriage and all that, just Leg is on time."

"I like what's inside of you."

So it's not like my great-grandfather, who puts a vision eye on her, even if it's similar.

The emotions he has are more commonplace.

Oscar tries to stroke the witch's head with his usual habits. But Tinasha paid for the hand.

"Don't touch me casually"

".................. bad"

I'm sorry I forgot that this is my first meeting, but what recesses is dented.

But Oscar smiled bitterly without such an insight.

"But I think I'm better suited to your taste than my great-grandfather."

"I don't have any preference for you... are you Leg's great-grandson?"

"Didn't I tell you?

"Huh................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Lara turns a rugged eye to Tinasha, who freezes in dismay.

"Witch, do you want to eliminate it? I beg Your Majesty."

"No, wait a minute, I don't know what it means anymore..."

"Tinasha? If it's heavy baggage, I'll help."

Oscar looks at the confusing scene with great interest.

At that time, the world was so thin - it disappeared.

When he woke up, Oscar was stuck on the desk.

When I look up, the witch sleeps round in the long chair in the room.

Peaceful sights as usual. But with a slight discomfort there, he twisted his neck.

"What...?

It's not uncommon for Tinasha to be napping, but it's uncommon for her to fall asleep to herself even though she's asleep. You shouldn't normally do such careless things.

Oscar stood up and walked over to the bench. stroking around the sleeping Tinasha's head.

"Ugh... Oscar?

"Oh."

The witch opened her eyes thinly, but when she heard his reply, she fell asleep again. As if he was relieved of that attitude, he is half-assed and relieved.

Oscar, twisting his neck, looked at a cup of tea with two guests on the table and glanced at him.

"I see. You know what?"

Somehow I found out who was involved, but no further pursuit would be possible without Tinasha happening.

When Oscar takes off his jacket and puts it on his witch, he goes back to the executive desk.

This is how I get pregnant with dreams I don't remember, and today goes on without problems.