Unnamed Memory

Repeated attempts.

Flirted boxyard.

Destiny is intertwined, documented, and viewed in trajectory. Peeped in and loved.

But that's also the story of the earliest time nowhere. Lost stories.

And it starts now.

The story of the last and first encounter of a deviant bounced out of his destiny.

That year, the Falsus Castle capital was full of war.

There were successive cases of unexplained disappearance of young children.

The investigation of the castle, the security of the army and the vigilance of the parents were also vain, the children who would disappear would not cease to follow, and the people could not grasp any clues.

In the absence of too many traces, when everyone begins to suspect that God or the Wraith Spirit did it, the case finally takes a turn.

- One night a young prince turned five disappeared from the castle bedroom.

"I'm coming to your mother! Help us at all costs…"

"Rosalia, but she sent you out on the condition that she wouldn't help you in the future. Will you fulfill it and ask..."

"So you keep your mouth shut and do nothing!? It was the demons who were grabbing the children!

In the hands of the queen there are bright blue bird feathers.

Disappearances that have left no clue at all until now. But this time, this feather was slipping under the prince's bunk.

And all the magicians cut it off, that it belonged to the devils. And the same is true of the queen, who is a magician.

When the queen saw the feathers and gave her a bitter look, the king looked up, however, remembering certain things.

It was about one woman who stood next to the king fifty years ago.

"Master, here comes the challenger"

"Yes, sir."

"Looks like people with some pressing circumstances. You can hear the word" child "again and again.

"Hmm...?

In the blue tower where the witch is said to make her wish come true if she can climb, it is rare that she can actually make her wish come true even if she can't.

That criterion is not particularly true. Whether or not she is moved by the wishes of those who have set foot in the tower ready for their own death.

She fulfills her wish in exchange for total silence.

Its power is immense.

The Blue Moon Witch, known as the most powerful on the continent, disappeared from the spot with a book on the table that she had read leaning her neck in an unusual manner, however.

My grandfather told me that the trial of the tower was harsh.

Half the men I've already brought in while I can climb the third floor have fallen off. Kevin looked around at the warlords, who were also fatigued and intensified his nervousness.

- But you can't still give up. If he dies, he'll be on the top floor.

The king, relative to the magical creature-like lion with his strong determination, frowned, however, when he noticed the girl who accidentally appeared behind the lion.

"That's..."

Long pitch black hair with white magnetic skin. Dark eyes are unforgettable once you see them.

Big eyes and smooth nose beams, beautifully shaped eyebrows and long lashes.

Little lips as red as petals are so beautiful that it makes you wonder if they don't extend to what nature makes, such as artificial art.

She looked around together but tapped the lion's head lightly as she stepped out. As soon as possible, the beast falls on the floor.

When she looked at Kevin, she glanced at him a little, not caring at all about the flashing line.

"That's Acacia, isn't it? What can I do for you, King Falsus?

casual inquiry. But he rebelled against the meaning of the word, and the king finally remembered.

The girl in front of me looked a lot like the witch my grandfather told me about.

He corrects his posture when he breathes.

"Are you the Blue Moon Witch?

"That's right. If there's an urgent situation, I'll ask... but if there isn't, keep going."

"Yes! I want you to help a child caught by the demons!

"Demons...?

To the girl who frowns in surprise, Kevin shows the blue feathers he brings.

She glanced at it with cold eyes.

"When was it captured?

"Last night."

"You may not make it again."

"Still, I don't mind! I want to talk about it while it's possible!

"So can I redeem your life?

My subordinates change their complexion to the language of a cold deal.

But the king nodded without a minute's stray.

"It's above my knowledge. Please."

The witch takes a small sigh. I rang my finger. A feather that was at Kevin's disposal moves into her hands.

"You're an idiot. Speak your place. If a child is dead and you die, what will happen to the country?"

Painful criticism, but Kevin just smiled bitterly.

"My brother will do something about it then."

Witches don't like to see him flinch.

And as it was, she kicked the floor. Neglect disappears without any context.

Has the wish been fulfilled? A baffling line was thrown out of the tower when it was soon swallowed by the transfer gate, however.

And it came to pass, when he had come to realize, that he rushed to the tower, and there was no shadow or form of the door.

The dark stone room was given only a blurry light of the candlestick on the wall.

Other than the blur and bright parts where light reaches, darkness only spreads, and it is synonymous with despair.

A new child to be brought and a child to be taken. It is easy for young people to imagine where that fate lies. They endured the last moment of their way to death, leaning in.

Footsteps approaching that it is not human, a hiatus.

- Someone will be gone today.

Yes, as the children shrugged themselves into fear, but only one child looked up arrogantly.

The boy, who had just arrived, was dressed at night as he was when he was caught, but he could see that he was probably a noble child because of his fortitude surrounding the noble air.

The door opens.

From there a man with wet black hair appeared instead of his skin, shaped like a person. The man looks around at the children.

"Well, which one will it be today... Teresa said she'd like a woman."

A girl who had three in the words trembled. Lie down with your sobbing eyes and step back against the stone wall in an attempt to stay away at all.

But the man had such a slight resistance, and when he walked into the stone room, he reached for the girl who was nearest him.

"No, ahhh!!

The girl trembles with a beastly scream.

A boy in night clothes broke in before his hand as the man tried to grab her with a grin.

A child who has no weapon and no help to resist, but only stands with pride and anger, pays back to a demonic tribe with a surprisingly ironic grin.

"Stop it!"

"O, Oscar......"

The man laughed with his nose as he looked in turn at the young child who brilliantly intimidated the blue eyes and the blonde boy who tried to retain it.

"It's funny. Are you guys sure it was royalty? It's a boring race to die of. Then I'll give it to you today in response to your candidacy."

That being said and reaching out, he did not retreat. I just stand there sheltering the girl, paying off the demonic hands with all my strength.

Exactly the color of anger floated in the man's eyes. Lower your voice a step.

"Shall I tear it up on this occasion and take it with me? A little bit of blood, but that's about as much fun as it gets."

"What are you gonna do with me?"

"Build strength. That way, you'll eventually be a superior demon."

"- You can't be"

The voice resembling ice came from behind the man.

The man looks back in panic.

The girl, who stood there at some point without any sign, looked up at the man and smiled invincibly.

The brunette girl, who looks sixteen or seven, gently rings her left hand finger.

"The superior demons are conceptual beings. Not from where I came from. No matter how powerful you guys are, you can't cross it."

"What? Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"You guys are mutts because you don't know what I'm like."

The man distorted his face to a girl who wouldn't even hide the mockery.

The right hand nail transforms into a curved blade. With it glimmering, the man took a step toward a beautiful girl.

"A little old, but as Teresa wanted, the woman is a woman. I'll give it to you today."

"If you're choosing in years, you're going to eat. Well, that's fine. Who are you calling Teresa, that bird bitch? Then you don't need to eat anymore."

"What do you mean?

The girl did not answer in words. Reach out to the right hand that was turning back instead.

Seeing blue feathers fall apart from his hand, the man opened his eyes as if he could see even something incredible.

The girl makes me laugh with pleasure. The man's fury overlapped there.

"You...... you!!

"Look, you come too? Let's play."

Kind words like that.

The girl's fingers make up supple.

Seeing its sophistication and the magic that is driven - for the first time, men regretted the vain of their deeds, no matter how they scratched it, that there was indeed such a thing as an insurmountable wall.

The man disappeared without leaving any ashes in an instant.

It was probably a consideration for the kids. She grinned as she went inside.

"The king of Falsus asked me to pick you up."

It's an incredible word. The help I was about to give up couldn't swallow right away, and the upset runs in them.

In the meantime, a boy standing in shelter of the girl inquired without breaking his guard.

"Who are you? Are you sure you can help me?

"Don't tell anyone. It's true that I'm here to help. Shall we go home?

To the warm smile and voice that melted the fear, the children stood up one after the other as they looked at each other. Gather around her.

"Sister magician?

"That's right. I'm opening the gate, so please wait."

"The Falsus guy? So beautiful! You've never seen it before."

"Castle people?

The girl grinned bitterly at the question that was rolled out early in the arrow to see if the tension had eased when she found it helpful. Answer while configuring.

"I'm not a Falsus person. Even the castle people. He just asked me to do this one."

"The king said?

"That's right. He came to me because he knew it was a demon."

A blonde boy pulled her hand back and laughed.

"Hey, can you have your sister as your daughter-in-law when I grow up?

In a childish and outrageous questioning, she made her dark eyes glow like a prank.

"If you don't mind the difference in years, fine. But when you're stronger than me,"

The white finger stops and the configuration rises. She opened a small transfer gate at the wall.

"Here you go. It's connected to the capital of Falsus."

The children rushed out in unison when they cheered. One jump after the other into the gate.

The boy, who watched it in silence, looked back at the girl when he was the last one.

"Thanks...... thanks for the help"

No. Your father is a fine man.

The girl looked up with long dark hair on her face, mouthing on her small forehead. He rounds his eyes.

"You look a little like Leg. I miss you...... you see, go already"

She nodded when she pressed her shoulder gently. Step out to the transfer gate.

The moment the space shifted, he looked back at the stone room. But there's no girl there anymore. He glanced at the empty stone room.

A strange girl who doesn't even know her name.

The vibrancy of its existence left a strong impression on him.

And fifteen years pass.

Tinasha poured tea into the cup.

The scented hot air boils. Confirming it satisfactorily, she informed the signs behind her.

"Welcome, I've never had an achiever on my own. I made you tea."

That's what the witch looks back at.

It's a strange man standing at the end of his gaze. Around the age of twenty, he has a void free atmosphere in his well-forged body. The brilliant face caught a glimpse of the style that only allowed people to follow, and gave the beholder an overall stern impression.

Blue eyes are staring at her.

The colour of the sky just set by the sun. I think I once saw that color somewhere, and she tilted her neck.

Tinasha asks him to raise his hands towards a man who never tries to come in standing at the entrance to the room.

"I won't do anything. Go ahead."

When the man smiled bitterly as he had returned to me in her words, he smiled back slightly.

"No... I thought you were more adult"

"I'm still a witch for once. I'm stopping my body from growing."

"From what I saw when I was a kid, I looked pretty grown up then."

"Kids?"

Towards the wondrous witch the man shows the sword he has.

"It was fifteen years ago. Have you forgotten that already?

Just a wave to the world, a sword passed down to the Pharsus royal family. Seeing that sword, which could be described as her natural enemy, the color of understanding gradually spread to the dark eyes. Tinasha pounds her hands.

"Of that time! You're totally big. She's not cute anymore."

"I'd be in trouble if I was as cute as a five-year-old when I was twenty"

"But you've become a good man. Your late father will be pleased."

"He's alive."

"It's a bad joke"

In the witch's bullshit. The man laughed and put his sword in his sheath, he entered the room and stood in front of her.

"It's Oscar Laes Increatus Roz Falsas. Thank you then. - Can I ask your name?

"My name is Tinasha. Long time no see."

The witch laughed like a flower when she said so.

Saying she was a witch, she looked just a normal beautiful girl.

Oscar left it with his tea companion as he sat in front of her, with his heartless sentiments. Talk about the old days, the tower, and other loveless chats.

But before it lasted long either, she gently switched the subject by playing her fingers. Mouth the question that would be the main issue.

"So, I'm the first achiever in seventy years, what do you want to do? Do you have any hopes?

A blue tower that says if you can climb it, the witch will grant you your wish.

The last achiever was his great-grandfather, when Falsus, with her help, sealed the magical biological weapons held by the enemy.

Oscar looked seriously at the witch sitting face to face and opened her mouth.

"Right... can I ask for one thing before I do that?

"To?"

It was too surprising an offer, Tinasha rounded her eyes. Slowly tilt your neck to the left and right.

"Uh, does that mean you want to do a witch crusade as the owner of Acacia?

"No. I'm not that ungrateful. It's just a test."

"Hmm... I saved the corner and I'm not going to kill you."

immense confidence.

I guess I don't even think of fine dust such as losing.

Among the only five witches in the world, Oscar laughed bitterly at the words she had lightly spoken, said to be the strongest.

"I wouldn't want to die if I could."

"Then you should stop. Parents and children are reckless."

- What she said also tells Oscar that if she wants to help her child, it's in exchange for her parents' lives.

But in the end she did not take her father's life, nor did she remember. Only the devil of use threw a line out of the tower.

However, after Oscar was safely returned to the castle, an unknown sender's letter was delivered to the king saying, "Shut up," but I guess that was the demand from her.

From the castle, it was only to be announced to the people that the kidnapping of the child who attacked Falsus was caused by demons and that the case was solved by an unaffiliated magician commissioned by the King.

To her response, which a normal person would retreat from, but Oscar shrugs his shoulders.

"Even if I die, I have a cousin. The guy you helped me with."

"Wow. I can't help it anymore."

Tinasha stood up in a sigh of sigh. Spread your arms to form a configuration.

And when that configuration spread, they were moving to the first floor of the tower. The door disappears as she glances behind her back.

Walking a few steps back, the witch smiled as she took the distance. A slender long sword appears on your right hand and a dagger appears on your left.

"Then let's deal with them. You shouldn't even think about it. Come and kill me."

Seeing intimidation as a witch, obviously not a girl, Oscar breathed out of nervousness, as he proclaimed.

Would it be about six steps to my own time - Oscar measures the opportunity while measuring the distance?

I didn't think she'd have a sword either. And it's a double sword.

Is it some kind of powerful magic sword? I can't imagine as much as that arm.

However, Oscar's caution and other concerns did not appear, and she stepped on the floor with her feet as she twisted her neck to ascertain her senses.

Say she's short in length. She doesn't look dressed in a white dress to fight. The witch glances at the knee-length hem. Oscar followed that gaze after being followed, too.

- Beautiful thin feet.

Shortly after her gaze fell there, Oscar kicked the floor towards her.

But the next moment, he's stunned. Tinasha tried to fit in and stepped right in front of him.

She pokes her left dagger out with Oscar's right arm hanging as she recieves Acacia's first blow with her right long sword.

He played the dagger pattern with his right elbow aggressively. Wave Acacia with terrible speed and power in an attempt to play her long sword as it is.

Tinasha twisted her long sword to divert that power, but Oscar's speed did not allow it. Beautiful faces are gently flattered.

He didn't give a gap to rebuild as it was and tried to wield a third blow.

But that is delayed for a moment by the fact that the witch has been throwing a dagger on her left hand.

Oscar, who bounced off the flying dagger with his left hand, waves Acacia down over her. But there was no sign of Tinasha there. I hear exhaling from overhead.

".................. Huh!

Tinasha was jumping up to his head with magical interference. One spin in the air. A thin long sword wrapped blue and white electric light, and it was launched against him with a flash.

The lightning that burns his sight, Oscar shields Acacia from it. When I paid for it, the witch didn't even look overhead anymore. Oscar leaves it up to his instincts to look back at the sky in Acacia.

Tinasha, who was about to step down behind him and wave his sword, rushed to kneel down and avoid it. Configuring the metastasis returns to the starting position.

She blurred when she checked the sword in both hands.

"Uh... dull, I guess. You're strong. More than I expected."

"Thanks for that."

While returning flat on the surface, Oscar was chilling his spine into tension.

He's a pretty unorthodox sword user. Additionally, it's hard to read ahead without being mixed with magic.

A sword-only battle would win, but the true spirit of the witch lies in magic.

Oscar, who thought he could win as long as he put it in his nostalgia, contemplates as he weighs in between how he should attack him from now on. I'll still have to let speed say things and use magic. Will I have to push it off soon?

But then it may be difficult not to kill.

He has a tedious annoyance - but it didn't have to be.

Tinasha grinned and erased her sword from hand, reaching out her right hand instead.

"Then take it a little seriously... let's get it over with"

Huge configurations spread in an instant.

But Oscar doesn't see that. I just feel the air has changed.

The configuration ignites with magic. And it became a red wave and pushed against him.

Oscar steps himself in front of Acacia, breathtaking. I thought about sliding through the waves through the cleavage disabled by the sword.

But the flames are extinguished where Acacia touches or does not touch.

I was surprised for a moment.

He was stunned to realize that his body would not move at all. When I look at the witch, she is waving with laughter.

And he was slammed against the wall of the tower when he was blown off the spot.

When I realized it, it was already dark outside.

The magical lights on the walls illuminate the dim room in blue and white.

The woman, who was bent on her pillow, laughed bitterly when she realized that he had woken up.

"How's it going? I should have cured them all once."

Oscar wakes up when told. I held my hand two or three times to make sure, but I wasn't particularly uncomfortable.

"Looks fine. Sorry."

"Recklessness is not good. Determine if you are a winning enemy before you fight."

"I wanted to know how much there was a difference in power. I was pretty confident..."

"It could have been dangerous if it had been limited to melee. I made dinner, do you want some?

Talking about his life and death and dinner today like the same row made him kind of funny. I get up with my throat ringing and laughing. The witch looked up at it strangely.

"What is it?"

"No. Well, thank you."

"Yes, sir. Oh, make up your mind about what you want."

"It's already been decided," Oscar muttered as he narrowed his eyes on her back as he just left the room.

"Surprisingly, you're in the middle of something... you're a good cook"

"Because I live alone for a long time. But don't compare it to court cuisine."

None of the plates spread out on the table had ever been seen. I guess it's not Farsus dish. But they smelled good and suited my tongue with exquisite flavoring. Maybe the oddly tender flavor is some home cooking.

Oscar, who had often concentrated on cooking while opening the recommended drink cup, cuts out about the rewards of her accomplishments in the well-cut spot she finished eating.

"So, I want it."

"Decided? I don't know why, but go ahead."

"I want you to work out enough to beat me to you."

"............... Yes?

"So I want to beat you"

Tinasha heard it and just turned into a flashing face.

I guess none of the achievers have ever mentioned this before. When she got tanned, she scratched her temples.

"Uh, I'm not that suicidal."

"I don't want to kill you. I want to win."

"What is it? Do you even want to train samurai? I think we're strong enough."

"But you lost."

"Though there is Acacia, twenty, if you lose to the people there, you have no place for me."

To the witch that seeped out of her, but Oscar devoured.

"No one can beat me in the castle anymore. But I want to go up there."

"Is that because you also plan to fight witches?

The chilling eyes seemed to see something else more through him. Oscar finds a reason and waves at the words and gaze.

"You mean my grandmother? Then no. I've never seen him before."

"Really?

He nodded to Tinasha, who seemed a little awkward.

I have never met a silent witch, my maternal grandmother. My mother was insulated in the first place when she was married to Falsus. I don't want to see you, and I don't want to defeat you, no matter what.

The real hope is something else.

Oscar looked straight back at the witch's dark eyes. Speak in a quiet, but strong voice.

"I want to have many choices. Don't let the lack of power when you want it mean it won't come true."

The witch seemed slightly blinded.

Oscar doesn't know what the emotions that once floated there are.

It was just that she lay her eyes down immediately and sighed as she hid the dark abyss in the shadow of her eyelashes.

"Okay. It's better than being told to marry me or something. I'll only work out for you for three months. I can't guarantee you'll be able to beat me instead, can I?

"I don't mind. strive."

The witch nodded to Eagle Deep in reply to the man. But when he said, "Was it even the guy who told you to marry me before? When I heard," I immediately turned to the side with a bitter face.

When Tinasha escorted Oscar to his private room, he drew a transfer formation in the corner of that room. I'll explain it to the man peering in from behind.

"You're the only one who can get through, but I'm trying to get out to the first floor of the tower. Call me via Litra when you come"

"Okay. Thanks."

"If you eat poison, it's even a plate. Never mind."

The poison touched the witch's lips, who disappeared after saying so, when she reunited with him today, or fifteen years ago - or the end of an unlikely memory, and now we both still remain unsure.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. It might take less than three months."

Oscar frowned as the other witch said so while meeting the sword.

"I guess that's not what you're going to say and cut it off on the way. You can't handle it in three months."

"Is it broken?

Oscar is distracted by her pranky smile.

I accidentally felt signs behind my back at that time. He pays behind his right leg in Acacia. But it was a moment late, and Oscar was immediately hoisted by an invisible crawl.

I laugh when the witch looks up at him and tickles.

"Look, you're alarmed. Be more sensitive to your senses. You can't see it, you can't feel it."

When she rang her fingers, the spread dissolved.

Oscar, who stood on the floor half a spin, shrugged his shoulder as he looked around with nothing.

The training began with a magic lecture.

Once she had taught her magic and how magic works, she began training for it by saying, "We have to see the magic configuration for now."

I don't know when or where I'm coming from. Beware of the invisible magic, I play mock warfare with her - those days Oscar had been going on for two weeks now.

Tinasha wipes a sweaty sword pattern with a cloth.

"But it helps that I'm dealing with you. I haven't had a melee fight lately."

The man who would outdo the witch if he were purely a sword arm nodded "Hmm" to her sentiments.

"Are you a sword self-taught? Makes a lot of unusual moves."

"No, I learned it when I was younger. He's different from you, but he was a strong man. He was a former assassin and a general of Tayri."

"Did you learn to lay low that you were a witch?

I'm also surprised that you learned the sword from the assassin, but one way or another I was surprised by the name of that country. Tayri is a nation that excludes magicians. A witch or something like that would be the best.

Tinasha grins naturally.

"No? Someone who was able to do it inside... I don't know because he wasn't from Tairi himself, but he told me with his knowledge. I lived with him for three years, but he and I were the only ones I allowed to care about back then."

Dark eyes overflow with years.

No one can reach it. The witch smiled all the time at that memory, far too far from being a memory.

Oscar holds his breath for a moment to make him feel lonely that doesn't fit his appearance age.

"... were you a lover?

"No way. I've never loved people"

There was no more grief in her eyes when she answered. The abyss of deep darkness is spreading so that if you stare instead, you will be imprisoned.

She lives in a deep, sunless darkness, breathing it.

Beautiful girl figure, unusual smile. Even if you're about to relax to them, one step ahead is a night of rejecting everything.

As Oscar swallowed the sigh unnoticed, he stroked her hair with a difference in height.

"I have an item festival in about two weeks."

"Ah! Are you feeling tired for the last couple of days and a little bit because of that? I thought it would be bad to invert it every day..."

"Both."

"Why don't you get some rest over here? You don't have to do anything every day."

"I only have three months and I don't want to rest"

"Not at all... take good care of yourself"

Oscar erupted into a witch who became like a mother scolding her child.

I really don't get the slightest impression. My face changes from time to time and every time.

I don't know which one is true or whether it's all true.

He tapped her head lightly with a laugh.

"Why don't you come check it out if you like? It's a busy festival."

"Uh, okay? I've never seen it before."

Of course.

"Wow, fun. Thanks!

The end of the story is completely floating.

It was like a girl. That's how Oscar shook his shoulder and laughed.