Unnamed Memory

Where Stories Go

In the corner of the city, a small inn cafeteria, close to the forest to the north near the border, one child had a cheek wand on the table with a face that represented boredom with certainty.

A muddled voice sounds.

"Uh, you wanted to go to the castle capital. I wanted to see the Itea Festival."

"Was this the 342nd time this year? Too bad."

To the boy, the son of the inn, the woman gave it back with a laugh.

She's been staying at this inn for two days now, listening to the boy as he tilts a glass with water.

"You took me there last year. Have you seen your sister?

"I do. Because you live in the castle capital."

"Nice... I want to live in Castle Capital when I grow up too"

To the blurry boy, from the kitchen behind the dining room, his mother said, "I'm not stupid!," he yells. The boy shrugged his neck reflexively.

The woman was laughing by the way, but smiled at the boy as she put up the laugh.

"Then I'll tell you an interesting old story instead of the Itea Festival"

"Old stories? Like what?

"It's an old story passed down to Falsus. Tales of Kings and Witches"

The woman stares at the boy, carving a beautiful grin with her red lips.

The boy rounded his eyes for a moment, but soon he ate them.

"Are you sure there's a witch? Not a legend?

"I was there. I used to. You might still be somewhere."

"Er... that's frigid. What kind of story?"

"Once upon a time, a blue tower stood west of Falsus, across the border. The tower was full of traps and demons...... witches lived on the top floor. Those who climbed the tower after the trials talked about witches fulfilling their wishes, but no one could climb the tower for decades."

"Heh. Do you still have it?

"There are no more now. Because it's dangerous. - So, one time the Prince of Falsus was interested in the tower, and he climbed it. He was very strong. He finally reached the top floor and met the witch..."

I don't know, Miga.

But the boy let his eyes shine and encouraged him to continue.

The woman starts talking when she closes her eyes and smiles.

"First, he signed up for a duel with a witch to try."

"Wow! What happened?

"That's what I've already done. The witch beat her to pieces without her skin."

"Wow..."

It's not much of a development. The boy, expecting an adventurous play, drowned his head in disappointment.

The woman who laughs when she dulls waves to comfort her, she keeps talking.

"But he was a strong man. As a wish to climb the tower, you applied to the witch to train yourself. The witch reluctantly undertook it. Eventually he became strong enough to fight each other with the witch, from prince to king, and when the moon passed... the witch was fond of the king."

"What's that! Joke!?"

"It's true. Then the witch stopped being a witch and married him. The Falsus royal family still inherits the blood of the two men."

"Ugh, you're lying... 'cause you're a witch, aren't you? Aren't you wrinkled?

To the boy's rebuttal, the woman laughed ridiculously. I shrug my shoulders small.

"Ask your history teacher as well. It's a famous story."

"Er... then tomorrow, I'll ask"

The woman nodded and put her mouth on the glass. Rare dark eyes shine in the light of the candlestick.

That's when a voice rang from the entrance to the dining room.

"Tinasha! How much oil are you selling? Let's go now."

"Ah, yes. Excuse me."

The woman stood up as she wrapped her long dark hair around her back, walking over to the guide who stood at the entrance.

For a woman who looks nearly twenty years old, is the man with her something like sixteen or seven? Deep brown hair with blue eyes. He has a long sword over his traveler's outfit and a small red dragon on his shoulder.

There is no fine dust in the face, but it is young. He had a strangely grown-up tone and majesty in his young split, and he looked like a young man already, regardless of his good age to say boy. It can be seen that he is quite a fighter from his standing behavior and that he is out upstream.

I thought Innkeeper was my sister and brother at first, a brunette more beautiful than I've ever seen before, but it doesn't look alike, and there's a strange luster between them.

The young man put a little more money on the table for the inn.

"Thank you for your help."

To greet the guests, a general comes out of the kitchen and bows her head. My son also bowed next door.

"See you later, sister. Thanks for the talk."

The general twisted her neck as the woman followed her as she waved at the boy.

"That sword...... no way. I saw your Majesty have it last year."

I want to see His Majesty, too.

"Next year, next year"

The general returned to the kitchen, responding appropriately to her son's plea.

It's dusk outside. The sun slowly falls.

Looking up at the clear blue sky shifting into the night sky and the blue and white moon floating there, he sighed a plump.

When they left the inn, they walked out of the city.

The young man smiles badly at the woman who looks at the houses where the lights begin to light, with her eyes narrowed.

"That was a funny story earlier."

"Were you listening!? I'm not listening!

"You've had a lot of things since we got married. Don't break it."

"That's on the castle record, isn't it? It's just a lot of old stories."

Close your eyes and put your loving eyes on the smiling woman, but the youth remembered something else.

"Who told you you were being so fucked up by?

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!

"I'm gonna give you a hard time right now."

"I said too much. Sorry!

The woman was smothered by pain as her temples on both sides were tightened with her fists. When I'm released, I hold my head in tears.

The young man gave his tongue white.

"Well, it's true. I can't lose now."

"I hope so."

"Rely on it."

When satisfied with a woman who laughs with pleasure, the young man looks down at his body. A troublesome look dominated the righteous face.

"It's hard to use a body that hasn't grown very well. I don't have enough hands and feet."

"Still taller than me, don't you...... magically flirt?

"I have a couple more years of patience anyway, and I'll be patient. More of an outsider's curse, but a little north of here, there's a rumor of something like it."

"Hmm... I hope it's a hit. If you hit it, is this the fifth one?"

"Let's take it easy. It's been a while since I've been to the ocean."

"As you say."

Saying, the two of them left the city.

In the evening, which darkens from moment to moment, the young man orders the dragon to change its size.

On that back the two left the ground.

If you look down, the city lights are scattered countless times in the dark and brilliant.

The woman smiled all the time at the warm glow, the shaking man's raw. The young man holds her thin shoulder.

And the dragon disappears into the night with the rare two on board.

The story of the king and the fifth witch is buried in history as an old magpie.

Eventually no one will be able to remember their names.

All stories continue to be derived, stacked and read.