Unnamed Memory

"Are you a challenger? Oh, maybe it's because the tower's closed."

Contrary to Tinasha, who returns a swallowing sentiment about his visitors, Oscar flaunts his neat face.

"What is that? Drive him back."

"Aren't you my guest... I'll talk to you for a second."

"You're more my witch than you're contracting with me."

"Yes, it is."

A witch who smiles bitterly and flatters her shoulders will probably follow it if Oscar is serious enough to push her back. This is his castle, and I am his witch - Oscar remembers the need to make concessions to a woman who is obvious that she thinks so.

"Okay. I'll see you too. If you don't like it, I'll throw it back. Is that all right?

"Thank you"

The witch smiles softly.

While the figure was the human being itself... it was something that made me feel like I was in eternity somewhere.

It was a man named Enica who visited Falsus Castle looking for a witch.

The year is five swordsmen older than Oscar, who say they are traveling through countries to find their way through the sword. Trying to challenge the infamous witch tower in it - the tower was closed.

Instead, Enica heard in the courtroom of one of the countries where she stopped, "The Witch is in Castle Farsas," and visited her and visited the castle.

"You're such a daredevil. I don't know."

"You're an idiot."

"Is it as good as you?"

Enica remains upright with a serious face, though to kings and witches who express their pleasant sentiments.

Long on his burnt skin in the day, he wears a lightly curved long sword. Both the dark hair tied in one behind and the light armor used are largely boneless.

Tinasha scratched her temples when she spoke to the challenger at the castle training ground.

"So, he wants to make up with me"

"I am aware that it is an unscrupulous request. If possible, we're talking about."

"Hmm, you can open the tower temporarily, but now that tower is getting more difficult with this person specification..."

The witch glances up at the king standing next to her, but Oscar is an unfamiliar face, who all the time steps through the tower of the witch to make it more difficult.

Soldiers who train around also look with interest at sudden rarities and corresponding kings and witches. Tinasha turned her gaze back to Enica as she narrowed her eyes to the falling sun.

"That tower will certainly be an arms test, but it's not for me to fight myself."

"I understand. If I could climb the tower, I was hoping to work with you."

A sincere obsession is that which the hard-working have in one way.

Oscar puts his hand on Tinasha's head.

"That's the strongest thing on the continent. Don't let all the challengers come."

"Even so, you don't notice because most of these people don't come to the top floor..."

In answer to the contractor's proper hand, Tinasha waved her right hand. A skinny long sword appears there. She pulled a sword out of her sheath that was familiar to her hands.

"Then only one game because of it. Even so, I'm not a swordsman, okay?

"Thank you. Please"

Give her a serious courtesy. Enica takes a distance from her.

Oscar whispered to the witch trying to relate to him.

"Tinasha, keep your distance and don't let them near you. Maybe you can't win with a sword."

"Is that right?

"Yes."

Tinasha looks at Enica again.

- I did think he would be a man of arms from standing behavior, but I didn't expect him until Oscar warned me.

She looks down at the sword in her hand.

"But not letting them get close, isn't it terrible with swordsman opponents?

"Even witches are well-informed opponents. That's about as natural as that."

"Well, maybe..."

"I'll do the rest. Shake it over here."

Tinasha gently raises an eyebrow at the contractor's words.

She exhaled at the suggestion that there was no room to get lost.

"Okay. I'll take care of it."

Tinasha looks up.

I see Enica laying her sword more than a dozen steps away.

Oscar leaves, and only witches and challengers confront him.

Tinasha raises her right-hand sword.

"- Anytime."

"Okay, come on"

Put that word down, Enica kicked the ground.

The speed at which you fill the distance that was open in an instant.

Tinasha glances at the speed.

That is certainly beyond her reach. If she hadn't been a magician, she might have been slashed and dumped without waiting for a few matches.

But - she's a witch.

"Close it."

An invisible wall appears three more steps away.

Shortly before he hit the wall, the man flew away to see if he felt anything.

But its back also hits the wall of invisibility.

"Nah......!?

"Sorry, because I'm essentially a magician"

Tinasha raises her sword. That cut pointed straight at Enica.

And chant.

"Wear it."

The wind swirls.

The spear was reshaped, and it pierced an invisible wall and hit Enica directly. A man's body rises like a paper doll.

Oscar laughs like any other HR.

"There's nothing I can do about that unless I see the composition."

The jumped Enica is slapped straight to the ground.

The man, who had risen in two revolutions as if he had taken it, turned his stunned eyes to the witch.

"What's that..."

"So this means I win. I'll heal you if you get hurt."

"No......"

Enica looks at her sword with a mouthful of mouth. I guess you found that no matter how you rose, you couldn't see the winning muscle. That means dealing with witches. Normal swordsmen have no hitters.

Oscar comes forward with a sword in his hand.

"Then I'm next. Maybe it's easier for you to deal with me."

Enica breathes visibly into King Falsus as he walks out. I guess he knows Oscar's reputation as a swordsman by asking for sword paths.

Tinasha smiles bitterly and gives the place to the contractor.

"The more, please. You have work to do."

"Sometimes I want to move my body"

Oscar lays down his sword as he says. Tinasha glared at him as he began to make out with Enica with pleasure.

The sound of the sword trident echoes high in the sky.

"... nice"

The seeping whine of envy didn't reach anyone's ear.