Unnamed Memory

There are five witches on this continent.

Of the many magicians, women who became heterogeneous through their power beyond men.

The embodiment of the power to live in eternal times. Abominable flowers lurking in the shadows of history.

If you are fascinated by witches, even the country will perish in one night.

So - don't touch them. Never.

"Tinasha, why don't you marry me because I'm tired of my job?

"Which do I doubt your words or your sanity?

Oscar, who was on his way to the concierge, laughs at the words he immediately returned from the ceiling.

He looked up at the witch floating upside down with a cheek wand on his desk.

The witch there, in a nutshell, is the kind of beauty that shaped the mystery.

Dark hair and eyes remind me of the depths of the night. The white magnetic skin seemed clear and the glance, which looked worrisome, was now coolly looking down at the young man, the contractor.

As she read the book upside down, she comes down beside Oscar as she spins in the air.

"If you're tired, I'll force you to sleep. Leave me alone, you're working too hard."

"I don't have a physical problem, but you want a distraction..."

"No one gets married with a distraction. If you're talking about the curse, I'm telling you, we're working on the curse."

Tinasha, who preaches with her hands on her hips, is a witch who, if by nature, lives in a tall tower.

It is also said to be the strongest on the continent - the Blue Moon Witch.

Standing in the wilderness, which is not any country, her tower has numerous trials, and the human being who could climb through it says she will fulfill one wish.

Oscar, Prince Wang, challenged the tower in the hope of breaking the "curse that cannot be succeeded" at the hands of another witch.

"This curse won't work on you, will it? Then why don't you just go out of your way and un-curse me and be my wife?

"What are you talking about, there's enough to keep a witch in the royal family or something. Weigh yourself."

"He's gonna be bored with you for the rest of his life."

"I don't want to! You can learn a little from history!

She screams thoughtfully, arm-wrapping and twisting the contractor.

"Don't say anything in your sleep. Be decent. Because I don't have a problem with it other than its persistent character."

"You're the one who makes it clear that you're being rude..."

For the first time, Oscar, an accomplished single tower, has the ability to be famous for both Bunwu because he grew up under the heavy pressure of a witch's curse.

If only this could manage a reckless personality, then the wish is the general thrust of the castle, which is where Tinasha worries.

She glanced at the clock on her desk.

"Is it time? You will be transferred to your room."

"To say I'm here. He'll be visiting me."

"You don't have to welcome uninvited guests."

Immediately after the witch says so, the office door opens rampantly.

It's a black man standing there.

The hidden face, the appearance of a dagger in both hands, is not an ordinary guest.

The man remains silent and swings his dagger quickly toward Oscar.

"- Hold back."

Frozen witch voice.

The man's body was bounced off the spot like a doll. I hear a fierce noise crashing into the hallway wall late.

Oscar, who was standing up with his sword in his hand, looked at the witch with a shuddering face.

"You... you're too soon. Couldn't have done anything."

"You don't have to. Why do you seem so sorry?"

"I wanted to move my body... my shoulders stiff..."

"I'll interrogate you later, so run as far outside as you like."

There was a pre-snitch assassination plot, but much remains to be known.

But Tinasha would have cleaned up more than she said. She is basically harsh on the harm done to her contractor.

Oscar grabs his hand and clasps the witch trying to get out of the hallway.

"Well, wait, wait. You won't have to do anything."

"It's faster for me to do it. Before sundown, I'll line the walls with the necks of everyone involved."

"Later. I'm not in a hurry, and there are other people who can do it."

As Oscar's words prove, the men lying down in the hallway are waiting for the martial officers to start collecting them.

When he held up the little witch like a cat, he let her sit on the desk. I tell her I seem dissatisfied.

"Don't be so angry. You just have to be more free."

From the horrors of the witch people talk about.

And from the past you can't escape.

I hope she stays free. I wish I could smile without worries.

That's what he's trying to give to a lonely witch, as a contractor.

I wish it was equivalent to a long time ago.

Oscar touches the witch's smooth cheek.

"I'm fine with not feeling it. I'll take care of that."

so that it also reaches things beyond her reach. It will support that body trying to stand alone at all times.

Tinasha gently squeezed her black eyes into her complacent words, which sounded serene.

Slightly bending red lips.

"... you're a strange person"

"I know."

"I'm leaving this time, but not next time."

"That's a consultation then. Then we'll talk about the timing of the ceremony."

"I said I'm not getting married! I've said it a hundred times already!

"If you go about a hundred more times, you'll change your mind, won't you?

To the plain Oscar, the witch jumps off the desk with a plugged face. That's how she looked down the hallway where no one was, and she invited the contractor.

"If your body's gone, I'll just hang out with you a little bit. Let's go to the training ground."

"Why don't you go outside the castle? There's a relic I'd like to go to."

"Absolutely not!! No getting out!!

Oscar takes Tinasha's hand, screaming, laughing.

The two we meet beyond the time we're not supposed to meet, and the whispering time until history changes, we walk together.