Unnamed Memory

"I realized that the continent was huge. It's been a good experience."

At the dinner table invited after sundown, Enica said so and bowed her head.

The king laughs at the words of special victory.

"You're pretty strong, too, though. Wouldn't you be treasured if you wanted to serve the palace somewhere?

"I'm afraid."

"Because I can't drink," says Enica, complaining to Oscar, who tilts the glass. Tinasha, who is present for both of them, put her mouth on the booze so that the cat could lick it.

Enica seemed willing to engage with Oscar for visiting Falsus to challenge the witch with a swordsman. The king seems to enjoy hearing such stories about what places he has been exploring and diving through what wasteland.

Tinasha followed the king's cheek when the topic finally moved on to the search for hidden ruins in the mountains.

"Come on, come on. You say you want to go out again."

"I'm just still listening."

"Because you know there's a way ahead. No, you can't."

Oscar laughs and takes the hand of the witch who stabs the nail. Enica reluctantly asked the intimacy of the two as if they were a couple.

"Since the Witch Hall is His Majesty's pet princess?

"No, sir."

"I'll be queen in the future."

"I won't! It'll never happen!

"Oh, really?"

For unmeshing interactions, Enica looks relieved as she pulls.

Oscar glanced at it and said nothing, Tinasha smiled all the time.

"Whatever the joke is, because I'm the guardian of this guy. I'm in this castle for the time being."

Three months until the end of the contract. Enica nods with an ideological face to the witch who speaks so in a calm tone.

Tinasha stood up in a graceful manner.

"Then I beg your pardon. Just like we're making fun of each other at night."

"We're not just getting out of this. I can't get very far without you."

"You don't have to go"

To be clear, the witch leaves.

The back, Enica watched as distracted.

In the castle after midnight, it is as quiet as the bottom of the deep sea.

The blue and white of the moonlight that shines illuminates the hallway, but the place where it does not reach is immersed in quiet darkness.

A place where you can't even feel the signs of what's alive.

That is also evident from the fact that there are soldiers lying in the shadows where the light of the moon does not reach. Something unspeakable in the shape of a person. Sliding through the side of it, the man was walking alone in the hallway.

No footsteps.

I am not lost in its footsteps.

That's how he goes on, on the floor where the moonlight illuminates.

- Pfft, little darkness falls.

It's like a black water hoard. Besides, the man looked up at the ceiling. I thought some shadow had fallen.

But there's nothing there.

Instead, from the little darkness, a woman's voice sounded.

"Evening."

Clear voice.

I immediately understood whose it belonged to.

"... eh"

Darkness spreads instantly.

The rising black end became the hem of the dress and emerged from the abyss without light as the white arms emptied.

Long dark hair shaking even though there is no wind.

I see red lips under the moonlight. The upper half of my face is shadowed and invisible.

Even if I didn't see it, the creation, which I could tell was a beauty until it was horrible, engraved a thin grin.

"It's a good night to kill people."

He holds his breath in words.

I called her in a slightly stiff voice to see how far it was cracked.

"... Witch Hall"

"I told you, didn't I? Like we're adults at night, he said. Too bad."

To a space full of silence, the pressure of a witch that hisses and passes on.

I feel it on my skin. It's death itself. Something I just don't even understand.

Enica barely opened her mouth to her relative foreign body.

"I wanted to walk a little bit. Apologies for your disrespect."

"You don't have to do that. You know when I show up like this, right? You're killing two soldiers on watch by the time you get here. - You're after Oscar, right?

Enica understands what she doesn't understand.

- She's not a person.

I should have known beforehand. Still, during the day, I knew her directly, and I was relaxed.

She looked like a normal woman beside the king, but she's not a person at all. It's not normal.

But still...

Half an instant void.

Enica throws the dagger she had hidden in her cuffs.

A speed that a normal human would not even be able to capture. Probably while she can't handle it.

But the dagger - it was bounced against an invisible wall just before it stabbed her in the forehead.

"Nah..."

"That's just the speed"

White neck tilted. The woman's soft voice laughs.

"But unfortunately, I have the same strength on Oscar as this junction. And that can't be deactivated unless you kill me. So either way, you can't do it."

A bare foot of snowy colour takes a step forward.

That only brought war to Enica.

If you don't run, I think. We have to run. The witch is the opponent. I don't waste my life. Still, you can't divulge information. I knew there was a witch in this castle. I know, and he was chosen. It's all clear. So we have to run. If you can't escape, die yourself.

A woman's thin hand reaches out to the left and right of his face as he tries to flip.

Darkness is catching up.

A woman's ten fingers cover his eyes. A glossy voice whispered in his ear.

"Let's get started"

Enica closes her eyes.

And when he opened his eyes again, he stood inside a white room with nothing.