Unnamed Memory

Blue tower in the wilderness.

One witch lives on the top of it. A blue moon witch called the most powerful on the continent. One of five witches symbolizing a period of witchcraft lasting three hundred years.

One thing she promises about this tower - "To those who can climb, the witch will fulfill her wish with her power". It was one of the high walls proving one's power for a man who remembered in his arms, and the last straw that could be swallowed for those who had other unbeaten wishes.

A lonely witch living in a tower. She and keeps looking down from a distance at one of the years that keep flowing.

Neither its true name nor her own wishes will ever appear on the table of history.

- That was supposed to happen.

"I wonder why I'm your protector..."

"What's the matter, suddenly?"

The sky above Castle Falsus is a blue sky with no clouds. The witch, floating in the universe and looking up at its sky, looked down and sighed at the contractor under her eyes. The young man there has been sweeping the roof of the castle spire for some time now. Anyway, if this is what a working boy does, he's the king of this castle.

The witch held her knees and spoke to him.

"It's time to go back to the office? Oscar."

"We're just getting started. Pretty funny. Can you fetch some water, Tinasha? I want to wash it out around here."

"I can get about water out..."

When Tinasha assembled the composition without chanting, she instilled magic in it. Like a small waterfall from the air, the water suddenly starts pouring down. Oscar began to sweep it further by spreading it with a twist.

This happened in the first place because Oscar abruptly said he wanted to "go up to the roof of the castle". I know it's my usual distraction, but it's better if you stay on the roof of the castle than get out of it. That's why I went up to the roof under the witch's supervision, and I said, "Because of this, I'm going to clean it" to this day.

"If the artisan in charge of cleaning sees this sight, it will turn blue..."

I don't mind being a ruinous king, but it's time to forcibly return him to the office.

But I don't honestly think he's the one who listens, and I feel like that's why he single-breached the witch tower and signed with Tinasha.

His wish is "to live beside himself for a year".

There was an excessive turnaround, but we have three months before the end of the contract.

I'm not sure about Tinasha herself after that. Thanks to him, the paranoia that had lived for over four hundred years was also cleared. He also broke the curse he had cast on himself. The reason we're together is no longer there.

Oscar invites a witch who drifts across the universe in a mood of panorama.

"It's time to come down. I cleaned you up, so you can sit down."

"Huh."

Tinasha, called, goes down next to him in advance. Indeed, the roof of the spire is much prettier than it was when it came. The original stone whiteness is remarkably beautiful now that there is also a sunny Falsus climate and the water is dry.

Until now, Tinasha thought Oscar was just cleaning on a whim.

"If you wanted to sit down, tell me and I'll clean it up."

I don't care if it's just me.

Saying, he sits on the roof of a spire. Tinasha sat down next to him with her eyes rounded, with a widening view. the streets of the capital, the meadows beyond it, and streets that lead far south.

A landscape reminiscent of how people do business. It was a girl. It was something she once lost, and now that she's a witch, it's a view that gives you a distant vision. The witch blows her face to a tranquility that reminds her of a very natural happiness.

"Beautiful. You're building a good reign. Keep up the good work."

"That's a gratifying assessment. Well, they work around a lot."

Tinasha looks up at his side, which flushes.

I've been with him for the past few months and I know how capable he is. And more than that, also that he is a diligent hard-worker.

The beauty of this country is proof that he is a good king.

To Tinasha, who is proud of it, Oscar tells him to keep looking forward.

"If you like it, you can stay in this country for the rest of your life. Is it time you married me?

"I won't. I won't do it for life. Are you sleeping on the roof?"

"Without you, there will be no one to stop me, will there? And I can't easily climb the roof."

"You don't have to climb! Work normally!

Witch screams are the usual thing in this castle.

Tinasha laughs when she breathes on her shoulders. That's how I look up at the blue sky that spreads.

Three months until the contract is over. I don't know what will happen next.

Still, the time spent like this was indeed, a happy one.