I Picked Up a Witch With Amnesia

6. Bullshit – 06

old, dream

It is, indeed, an insignificant story. A long memory that is nothing, so old that no one can remember it.

…But, to her, it’s a story that is more precious than anything else in the world, and it’s brilliant.

Until she met him, she didn’t know anything. The degree of family, the love of parents, the warmth of the world, everything, nothing.

…It would have been a natural thing if it was natural. In the first place, she was nothing more than a weapon. It was a living tool, an existence like an object made by the hands of others. There are countless people who cherish things, but it is safe to say that there is no one in this world who loves things.

And that was all of the world around her. At some point, she got used to being treated like that. He came to think that the desolation surrounding him must be the whole world.

All kinds of knowledge were forcibly crammed into her head day by day, but no one taught her about these things. She was wiser than anyone in the world, but in a sense, she was no less ignorant than anyone else in the world.

Neither charity toward others, nor fraternity, nor goodwill, nor love toward anyone, nor anything else. So, she never knew how to love someone.

…If you think about it, it was inevitable. It was such a life that I didn’t receive a single moment of love. No matter how wise she was, there was no way she could give to others what she had not received even for a moment.

Love is not a benevolent king who grants any wish without any conditions. It was like a gold coin, if you compare it. Just as gold energizes the economy by passing through the process of circulation through exchange with others, love was the same. It was only when you were loved by someone that you gained the strength to love someone else based on that. It was impossible for her, a flawed product that had never received love from anyone, to love someone.

So, she gave up. because I realized Because he knew very well that such a thing could not be given to him. All members of the family shunned her. The children of her age, whom she happened to meet, were afraid of her. He did not hesitate to refer to her as a ‘monster’ behind her back.

…In fact, even from her point of view, she herself was a monster. He had learned how to handle magical powers even before he was weaned from his mother, and he never felt trouble learning anything. So there was no praise, no scolding, nothing in her life. At the very least, she laughed bitterly, saying that there was no doubt that she was something distinctly different from normal people.

Like that, she locked her heart tightly with a padlock. In order to protect something small in my heart, I decided not to allow my heart to anyone.

…But sometimes, very occasionally, there were times when her heart ached. Yes, I saw a sight like this one day.

While passing by the street in a carriage, he saw a girl walking down the street holding her mother and father’s hand. The child, who had been out with his family for a long time and was excited, ran down the street vigorously, and fell to the floor as if he was caught on a rock. The girl’s father and mother comforted the child whose knee was bleeding, tied up the child’s wound with a handkerchief, and wiped away the child’s tears. The girl immediately stopped crying and smiled brightly.

…Really, nothing, it was such a sight that can be found everywhere in the world. However, she was truly hurt by the sight.

For some reason, it was sad. If he had been born and raised in such an ordinary family, would he have been able to grow up receiving love from someone like that? And as she grew up, she fell in love with a certain man, received the blessings of her parents and many other people, had a wedding, started a family, had children, and eventually grew old with that person. Could she have lived such a life?

…At the same time, it was a futile assumption. It was nothing more than a meaningless imagination. Even though I knew that well, for some reason I could not take my eyes off them. I saw myself reaching out my hand, knowing full well that it would never reach me.

Perhaps she was screaming in silence. Asking me to save myself from the mire I can’t get out of, someone please, please look at me. please help me And at the end, can you love a country like this? So she wished, and wished, without saying a word.

And one day, a miracle came silently.

– Cain, Cain von Estel.

The girl came face to face with a certain boy. She still remembers that moment. I remember it vividly without missing a single moment.

Ah, how can I forget that moment. It was the first moment of light in her life, when nothing existed ever since she was born.

– You’re such a fool. I am not afraid of anything like you. Even an insignificant old man in our estate knows how to use magic. From my point of view, you are just an ordinary girl.

It was the first time. The one who looks at himself with eyes that are no different from others.

– Do you want to eat this too? No, just take one. Actually, I was saving it for my younger sister, but I will give one especially to you.

It was the first time. The one who does yourself a favor without a price.

– Well, see you later. The next time we meet, I won’t lose so easily. be prepared

…it was the first time. The one who tells you to see yourself and see you again later.

Is this what it feels like to have blood flowing through a tin doll? Talking to him who treated me like nothing, I felt like a normal girl too.

I was happy. For the first time in my life, I tasted the happiness of being with others. The time I had with him shone so brightly that it seemed to cast a light. Unknowingly, I made a promise to the next time I would be with him. I wanted to experience the joy of being with him again. and at the end-

“…ah.”

Open your eyes. Consciousness rises. When she came to her senses, Bianca realized that she had fallen asleep in the bath. Apparently, as many things happened today, he couldn’t stand the rush of drowsiness.

“…Lady, are you awake?”

The lady-in-waiting who was attending her bath politely asked her a question.

“Yeah, I guess I fell asleep.”

Looking at Bianca’s expression as she answered, the lady-in-waiting spoke to her in a hesitant manner.

“…Did you have a good dream? You look good.”

“…You think my expression looks good?”

“Yes.”

At the lady-in-waiting’s answer, Bianca unknowingly touches her face. It was felt. A faint smile draped over his lips.

“…okay. If you had a good dream, you can say you did.”

Saying that, Bianca rose from the bath. Her body, with nothing on, was exposed. From long, sleek legs to slim waists and voluptuous breasts. It was like a piece of art that the engraver put all his heart and soul into shaping. Even the lady-in-waiting, the same woman, could only stare blankly at Bianca’s body at that beauty that could only be called enchanting.

“…Why are you just standing there blankly? Hurry up and wipe my body.”

“Ah, ah, yes. I’m sorry, miss.”

At Bianca’s words, the maid came to her senses and hurriedly took out a towel. Although she didn’t like the fact that the lady-in-waiting behaved as if she had left her mind behind, Bianca was determined to be generous with such a lady-in-waiting. I didn’t want to pay attention to every single such trivial thing today. It was because earlier, Cain had come forward and hugged him tightly.

“Whoops.”

The hug with him was as good as I imagined, no, much better than I imagined. His bosom was wide and comfortable. Bianca could be sure. When she was in his arms, she must have tasted the highest happiness that could not be compared with any other woman in the world.

“…Ah, come to think of it…”

When I thought of hugging him, something I didn’t want to think of so much came to mind on the other side of my memory. The face of the white-haired girl who got off Cain’s carriage with him flashed through her mind.

“…..”

At first I didn’t notice. That would be the case, because the faces were subtly different. The white-haired girl’s face was much younger and immature than the one Bianca knew.

However, the essence was the same. Bianca, who received the ‘blessing of mana’ and was able to see through the roots of others, was able to easily realize the identity of the white-haired girl. It must have been. It was clear that it was the ‘Winter Witch’. Of course, at this point, she was nothing more than a little girl.

…How could this ever happen? Why on earth was something like that attached to Cain’s side? Does Cain know? That what he had gathered next to him was the disaster itself that would drive him to ruin in the future.

The moment she realized that, Bianca’s heart moved deep in her heart. Although she wore the skin of a young girl, it was nothing more than an evil that would harm this continent if she lived.

…Yes, if he hadn’t hugged her then, Bianca would have killed the white-haired girl. maybe.

And as if he had noticed his feelings, he quietly shook his head from side to side and introduced Bianca to the white-haired girl.

‘Her name is Aria. She is my exclusive lady-in-waiting and at the same time the exclusive magician of the Duchy of Estel. Could she also treat her as a guest of the Marquis of Castana? Bianca, please.’

“…aria. All in all, the name of the goddess of winter.”

did you know it? Did you build it without knowing? Of course, there’s no way he knew that and gave it that name, but I couldn’t hide the idea that it fit really well, even if it was just a coincidence.

In the end, Bianca couldn’t lay a hand on the girl. It was Cain’s first ‘request’ to himself. How could he reject his request?

Anyway, she was too shabby to be called the future ‘Witch of Winter’. Ten years later, after joining forces with the princess, the saintess, and Kyrie, the majesty of the absolute, who had barely reached the same number, had already disappeared. A girl named Aria was nothing more than a dusty existence, not even equal to the power of the ‘winter witch’ in her prime.

so don’t kill Anyway, if you made up your mind to kill, it was the same as the captain. Rather than worrying about that kind of thing now, it was far more important to build even one more memory with him.

Bianca wished. May she and Cain break away from their sham engagement and treat her sincerely. Don’t pay any attention to Estelle and Castana’s deep-rooted antagonism, and come to truly love yourself. If he does, if he does, he himself.

You won’t have to ‘convince’ him.

“…Please, Cain. please.”

Love me, look at me, not other girls.

Help me so that I don’t have a different mind.

I’ll give you my all, and you’ll give me your all too.

please. So please, me-

Shouting in her heart, Bianca lightly caresses the bracelet she was wearing on her right wrist.

I sincerely hope that the end of this story will end with a happy ending.