Unnamed Memory

On a good, sunny day, just enough to drift through the sky.

Tinasha was falling asleep in the light of day, floating on her back over the capital of Castle Farsas.

A normal magician needs concentration and chanting just to fly through the sky, but she handles this magic like she breathes.

Still - there's an invisible string on it so it doesn't get flushed away somewhere.

And one end of the string was connected to the contractor's youth on the ground.

"Sounds like nothing particularly unusual..."

It was the king prince of this country, who goes to the castle capital, who mixed relief and boredom to zero the whining. Dressed in plain clothes and out of the castle, he strolls the bustling streets from earlier.

It's a good thing the city is peaceful as a governing side, but if the uncomfortable are going to do something, I think you should come while you are there. One of the most important castle capitals on the continent, there are many people here, and there are many rubs in proportion to it. If it can be prevented otherwise, it is much better.

Which way now he can't go outside in a junction stretched out in the castle capital. You should do what you can now.

Oscar, who was walking with attention to his real surroundings, like a person who seemingly enjoys a walk, looked back, realizing the cry of the child.

When I see it, a girl about five years old is crying out loud at the edge of the road.

Oscar walked over without hesitation to her, who couldn't even see her parents around her. Crouch in front of her.

"What's up? Are you lost?

"Oh, my doll has been taken..."

"To whom?

"I don't know, kid."

"I see."

Seems like children are bitching each other, but this is not the only way to make a decision. Oscar thought a little and asked further.

"Do you know where the other guy went?

"I don't know. Because he ran away."

"What's that doll like? Where'd you get that?

You don't know where the other guy went. Maybe you can't get the doll back. The girl followed suit to Oscar, who considers obtaining the same doll as a means of second-best good.

"Your father bought the doll for me... he wanted me to sell it in front of him at a store in Kanaha, but it sold out and it was only sold out again. That's all my hair was red and cute."

"... that's a challenge"

It is difficult to get it again with dolls with different hair colours. Oscar promised the girl that he would hear more about the doll and the child's face of suddenly taking it away and leaving.

"I'll find you, so wait at home. I'll do whatever I can."

"Really?"

"I've been looking around for a while now. It's like following."

I can't make a promise that I can get it back, but it's not unlikely. Sometimes I'm just a little concerned. Oscar waved at the girl and walked out toward the alley that the boy who had taken the doll had disappeared.

"Well, about ten years old boy, huh?"

What bothers me is why a boy about that age took the little girl's doll. The girl said the boy appeared looking for her. "Did you buy it at Kanaha's store?" he said, taking up the doll in large part.

It's a story that gives the impression that children are fighting each other. Oscar asks about the boy in the alley. But no eye-catching sightings returned... eventually the boy arrived at Kanaha's store without being found.

The girl's story is that the doll was decorated in the front window of the store, but the doll is still not placed there.

Oscar tried to enter the store - but he noticed a human staring at himself from the alley.

The man dressed in thin dirty clothes invites him to disappear into the alley when he meets Oscar's gaze.

"What...? That's funny."

Oscar decided to follow the man when he took off his hands on the store door.

He walks in the winding alley early enough. That's how two men accidentally appeared behind Oscar when they came from the surface street to an invisible position.

A man who was walking forward at the same time looks back. When several other men with swords emerged from the shadows of the alley, they silently besieged him.

The first man looked up at Oscar obliquely and who did what.

Who the hell are you? Why are you chasing Kuan?

Question of not concealing hostility. "Quan" is probably the boy who took it away, not the doll. While I was listening, they caught something else.

"You're not just a doll taker anymore."

When the Oscars tsunami without much of a sense of crisis, the men make their faces look bad.

I could hear the sword pulling out behind me, but Oscar still just laughed lightly. He tells the men around him off.

"Who knows the most about the situation? That's all I'm gonna leave you."

"Just kidding..."

The man behind you waves up his sword. Oscar flipped to take it.

- But when I pulled Acacia out quickly, I played a dagger thrown from another direction.

The men around him give him a glimpse of the attack, which should have come entirely from the blind spot.

Oscar, on the other hand, saw a dagger falling to the ground and struck his tongue.

"Shit. Should I have taken it farther?

"What the hell..."

- It doesn't change where you got it.

Cool woman's voice.

It reminds me of streamliness. It came down from their heads.

One woman comes down from the sky fluttered, not between.

Dark eyes on long dark hair. The only possible beauty woman in the build looked up at him lightly narrowing her eyes as she stepped down in front of the Oscar.

"I'm tied so you can tell when I pull out Acacia. The walk is over."

"... say that first"

"I'm not saying, am I? Speak up."

She glanced around when she said so. Show mercy smile to the loosers with the sword.

"Then it's time for the return trip. I'll let you choose how you want to die."