Unnamed Memory

The turning point comes suddenly one day.

of Mento Zel Cuceto, who turns forty-two this year, is a visitor who has come untouched.

"These people want to try your 'meal' …"

With that said, one of our customers has guided us through a young man with a first glimpse of luxury, a royal relative.

Mento, the master of the mansion, returns the stranger as he tours his inner calculations.

"I appreciate your interest in our mansion, but unfortunately today it's sudden and not well prepared -"

"Just as much as you can prepare. I can't stay in this country that long."

The answer was a strange young man. Ment is slightly surprised by the height of his identity.

At his age and in blood, he thought the royal and marginal luxury merchants were more visible. But apparently this young man has a higher profile and the luxury has come under his guidance.

- If it's true, it's easier to get into the courtroom if you can pull into the customer just for luxury.

But if a young man is more powerful than that.

I can't take jumping customers if I'm supposed to. A customer is already in today.

With that in mind, Meng laughed with a smile as he finished his plan.

"Then let's talk to the kitchen. Please come in."

Ment lets his youngest man use it in the kitchen as he leads them into the mansion himself. The reply that came right back was "no problem". Ment invites three people into the back room.

"Have you been interested in these meals for a long time?

"If it's a delicacy, I tasted it."

A luxurious man who says so sees a young man with him. The brilliant looking young man grinned sarcastically.

"I was interested, but I didn't ask for it, and it wasn't going to be ready right away."

"I'm nervous about meeting that expectation."

The first plate is carried while I say so. The dish served at a rate that seemed to expect a jumping guest to come is a beautiful serving with a bright vegetable colour flavour. The meat, which is served in the center with only a small chip, is well cooked and dripped with fat. Makes me imagine the original softness. It looked no different than normal meat.

Youth take it seriously and divulge their thoughts.

"... you're a clever one"

"What's wrong?

"No."

Leaving an unclear statement that makes sense, the youth begin to get their hands on cooking.

When I saw it, Meng relieved himself inside. I'm also surprised at the audacity of young people who don't show their patrols as they step over contraindications, but now they're on "this side". After that, you can take it in slowly and let it drown.

In fact, very few humans come to a meal because they prefer flavor. They enjoy the despair and disloyalty of those inseparable from this meal. After you finish your meal, you want to see ingredients and eat more of their pain. It's like a slow physical and mental poison.

While Ment thinks about that, the wide table is filled with plates.

The young man, who was eating them with pleasure, accidentally looked at the mentions.

"Well, it's time to get an explanation for this dish. Should I ask the person who made it?

"We'll take you if you want. Of course, we can bring you ingredients."

"Don't say it in a roundabout way. You just have to say what the ingredients are."

"It's..."

Ment feels uncomfortable with the words of a young man as if to mock him.

Everyone who comes to this mansion to be welcomed is an accomplice. That doesn't change if you're a person who doesn't eat food and buys women for another purpose. Everyone has the same dark joy behind them. There should be no such thing as being impeached like this.

So when Meng snorted, he grinned bitterly as he channelled the youth's provocation.

"You must know. You must have been aware of that."

At that time, a woman appears at the entrance to the room.

"- I'm here because you called."

A woman dressed in white with long dark hair tied to one - look at the look of it and the mentions cease to exist.

This is the first woman I've ever seen.

A small, supple figure doesn't make you feel extra meat.

There's no fear or despair in those black eyes, like all the other women.

And above all, it was terribly beautiful.

"Why such a woman..."

Women who buy underground come from a variety of sources, from buying people up to picking up women who have no place to go.

Still, why didn't the woman of the making come in so far and contact me at all? A woman like this would have used it more differently.

There is no cannibalism in mentions, unlike the guests. It's just that one of the first guests was a fanatical cannibalist, and he started responding to that request.

Then nobody touched it until then, and that's why I used it because it's a useful means.

That's why I thought. - If there was such a woman, I could have done a different business, too.

The woman smiles brightly and gives thanks together.

It's like she's the mistress of this mansion. A guest young man asked her.

"Is this dish yours?

"Yes, on the left."

Ment, who was frustrated with the conversation between the two of them, opened his mouth to try to regain ownership of the conversation when he returned to me.

"Show me the wound. Customers want it."

The woman is exposing her thin arms, but she can't see any scars there.

Then belly or foot? Either way, the guests who see it unconsciously expose their nature. A beast appears in your eyes. Ment secretly liked to see it. It proves to me that no matter how tall a person is, there are sexual roots that cannot be repaired.

So he hoped on the inside - but the woman leaned her neck.

"Wound? What can I show you?

"That's the part where you were involved in the dish earlier."

Ment orders you not to show frustration. But women just smile vaguely.

"Everything I've been involved in. Nothing more or less."

"So I'm telling you to prove it. - This is where you behave like a woman's flesh. The dish just now must have made you an 'ingredient'. Let me show you that wound."

Words I said out of speed.

What you visit after it passes is a chilled silence.

A young man on the table sees the next luxury.

"Well, here I am. I'd like to ask for the end of the day. I don't think there's a problem, because we've secured the witness."

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

Ment was just confused by the luxury of bowing his head toward the youth.

I don't know what they're talking about. I didn't immediately understand a bit of what was going on.

Such is the chilling voice of a new man to him.

"You packed it. What you were doing underground, it's all bright."

A familiar voice.

I looked back and couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"You... should have killed..."

A magician he himself had been hiring for a little while.

A man who was heartbroken by the women's plight, ran to save them, and, as a show, Meng himself was murdered unharmed.

A man who couldn't possibly be alive, he did stand there.

Cloudy sights of dreams and reality. Ment remembers palpitations and holds his chest down.

"It can't be... it shouldn't be. I killed him..."

"That was a messy job. It's unpleasant, so get it all judged."

When the young man says so and stands up, he turns his slightly more complicated eyes to the man who should have died.

The young man asked only one question there.

"Is that all right?

Question that contains a lot, makes you feel weighted.

In contrast, the man nods.

"That's okay. I can choose when I want to die... Fifteen years ago, I promised her that."

He did so and smiled terribly in peace.

"I could get the doll back, but I didn't think you were gonna get this far."

"Don't leave it to me, because I'll make my own move. Weigh yourself."

Tinasha returns cold to Oscar, who sighs with his cheek cane on the desk in the office.

She added as she sewed the doll's eyes back into something new on hand.

"The women who rescued them will also be released in a few days. Hopefully, the people involved will be exhausted."

"Mensan's court will take care of the area. Anyway, it's a story I know. If you suck, your country's shame will flow out of the country."

"You're just freaking out that there's going to be a case like before the Dark Ages in that big country."

"You're tired because it's a big country. I know it's ridiculous, but I need to make sure no one gets out of this disease."

Tinasha looks at the young man returning to work as impressed.

He himself would have liked to be involved in a rough affair that would have bored him if it had been. But Oscar has left it to his guardians to strike the best hand he can with his connections. The witch smiles at him, not just because she likes impotent recklessness.

"Well, if anything happens again, say it. Deal with it if it's within the contract period."

"I don't really want to get you involved in that kind of story. Better than that, the food was good. Make it again."

"I don't like it because it's so hard... the cook at the castle in Falsus is extraordinarily good with his arms"

"You made it, it's funny."

"I'm not funny."

At that time, I had a terrible time working down the kitchen cook and Quan and making things like that. I was once in the court kitchen under contract, but even though I had that experience, my bones broke. Next time, if they say so, I want to end it with a mental manipulation.

Oscar laughed at the unsung witch, but there he changed his expression. The eyes of the night sky are bright.

"Was Quan glad that was it?

"It's what he wants. He wants to finish that one thing on your brother's behalf."

That's why Kuan wanted Tinasha to lift the curse.

Growing up, he won't have a month, not to mention Tinasha's magic procedures. But with all that, I can play my full part as one of the witnesses to knowing the evil deeds in that mansion.

That's how he decided to use his life.

"I don't know if I'm sorry. The silent witch helped me kill a human being."

"I didn't kill him. You saved him."

Tinasha glances lightly at the clear Oscar words. At the parting, Kuan's words crossed the back of his brain.

She calls to say something...... but when she drinks it she laughs bitterly.

"I'll break your curse. Expect it."

"You don't have to figure it out. If you'll marry me."

"I won't marry you, so I'll solve it. I'll solve it without skin."

Don't push it.

Shoulder to shoulder with a man's words like that, Tinasha cuts the stitches at hand. She stared at the doll with beautiful blue eyes.

"You too, sweet witch."

Life brought to life and life brought to an end by two witches.

It's like a strange life, and I'm sure he's still happy with it.

Tinasha gently strokes her eyes, which she no longer remembers.

Similar to the blue sky it was a clear color reminiscent of the hearts of those without worries.

[Doll Memory END]