I Picked Up a Witch With Amnesia

7. Dream of a butterfly – 06

The outside of the cabin where I lay unconscious for three days was, in a word, like a paradise on earth.

Around the hut, I could see all kinds of colorful flowers shyly bursting into buds, each with its own beautiful figure. I felt a warm spring breeze blowing towards me from somewhere.

Around the flower garden, all kinds of vapors were covered, and right next to it was a babbling stream. When I turned my sight upwards a little bit, I saw an open green meadow full of greenery. On the other side of the meadow, each tree had a bunch of delicious fruit hanging from it. Above the other side of the sky was clear without a single cloud.

Literally, if there is a land flowing with milk and honey, it must be this place. It was such a beautiful scenery that I thought about it. It was an image of a paradise on earth that would not be inferior even if it was embedded in the illustration of a children’s book.

However, as I looked at the sights around the cabin, I involuntarily trembled. From the outside, the scenery around here might look very beautiful, but if you look at it from a slightly different perspective, it would be a terrible scenery that would give you goosebumps all over your body.

The flowers blooming around here were in full bloom, ignoring all factors such as time, space, and season. So the flowers that bloom only in spring, the flowers that bloom only in autumn, the flowers that bloom only in swamps, and the flowers that bloom only in the desert all gathered around the hut where I was staying and burst into bud.

The same was true of the fruit bearing each tree. As if the whole concept of seasonal fruit had been ignored, the luscious fruits dangling in clusters made me feel uneasy about eating them.

It was a sight that seemed to defy the laws of nature in its entirety. At least I couldn’t help but frown at the flower garden.

“…Could it be that magic was used to artificially create this environment?”

When I asked such a question, barely hiding my trembling voice, the woman who followed me from behind me smiled and answered.

“yes. right. But why? don’t you like it? I tried to make it as comfortable as possible for people to live in, but isn’t that your taste?”

The woman who tilted her head and answered like that was very childlike, and had an innocence of not realizing what her fault was. And seeing the woman like that, I thought she was cute for some reason.

Somehow, as she revealed to me, it felt like it was true that we had a certain liking for each other, if not even as lovers. If it’s not that, it could be that I fell in love with her as soon as I saw her bad looking face and body.

“…what did you say your name was?”

Trying to hide my feelings, I asked her a question, speaking as bluntly as possible. However, she didn’t even care about that and answered me in a friendly tone.

“Bianca. Call me Bianca. If you don’t like the name Bianca, you can call me Bia. People who originally love each other call each other by shortened names.”

“…Bianca, say.”

The moment I heard her name, my head hurt again. It was certain. That woman, no, Bianca, and I could be sure that we weren’t normally on a date before the memory loss.

“…then, what’s my name?”

To that question, Bianca answered me with a bitter smile.

“Cain. The name of the person I love most in the world. Cain.”

“…Cain.”

In Bianca’s words, there was only vague vagueness and bitterness that could not be known. Bianca’s answer convinced me of one more thing. That Bianca, that woman, loves me very much.

…And, at the same time, I knew very well that she was hiding something. Because Bianca had only told me her first name, not her last name.

Judging from the clothes Bianca was currently wearing and the elegance that emanated from her tone and behavior, Bianca must have been of aristocratic background. If she was from an aristocratic background, there was a very high possibility that I, who had been in a loving relationship with her, also came from an aristocratic background. Love that transcends status is a concept that only appears in stories, but it was hard to find in reality.

That’s why I was just wondering. If she was from a noble aristocrat, then why was she taking care of me in such a secluded cabin instead of bringing me to my family to treat me who had lost my memory in an accident? Why did they have to leave me here without even revealing who they were or where they came from?

…However, it was not possible to ask Bianca outright about such a question. Currently, I am just an ordinary person without any powers, but Bianca was a magician who knew how to use powerful enough magic to make various flowers bloom regardless of the season or environment. Since the superiority and inferiority of strength were so clear, it would be wiser to dig up information somehow than confront her head-on.

…But, rather than prying out information from her, rather than uncovering the truth, there was something I had to prioritize. It was a question I had always wanted to throw at Bianca ever since I first met her after waking up in the cabin.

“…Bianca.”

I turned my head and asked a question to Bianca, who was smiling at me.

“Yeah, why?”

“Are you really okay?”

“what?”

“You explained it to me like this. The two of us were in love, and I had an unavoidable accident and lost all my memories.”

At my question, Bianca paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

“…That’s right. He said so.”

“So I am asking you. Do you really have no complaints about the situation I’m in? Actually, I might not even love you.”

“…..”

At my question, Bianca’s eyes widened greatly. In one way she looked sad, in another way she seemed agitated.

“I lost my memory. Thanks, I don’t remember anything. Even, I couldn’t even remember my name until you told me. Of course, I can’t remember the times I spent with you either.”

“…that.”

“I can’t remember anything right now. No, I can’t remember. There is no way to think of the time I had with you, so in the end, I must see that I am not in love with you. It’s really unfortunate, but I can’t feel the emotion of love when I look at your face. Maybe, I’m not the person you loved.”

“…..”

“So, I want to ask you. Bianca, are you really okay? Even though I can’t recall the memories I had with you, and you might end up loving me alone, are you really okay?”

This wasn’t a question for me. This was a question for Bianca. I wanted to know the true heart of that stupid woman who couldn’t possibly understand it, but at the same time loved me very much. And, I just wanted to ask if I could still love myself even if I didn’t love myself.

At my question, Bianca shook her head moderately. A faint smile hung on her lips.

“…Cain, you don’t know anything about the woman I am.”

Sarak-

Bianca took a light step toward me and answered in a low voice in my ear.

“…it’s okay. I am really fine.”

“…What?”

“Actually, it’s familiar. I’m used to waiting patiently for someone to love me. So, it’s okay. Maybe, the memories of you loving me have nothing to do with it.”

“…doesn’t matter?”

When I opened my eyes wide and asked her, Bianca gently took my hand and muttered in a very small voice.

“I think the important thing is that this is the moment. So, don’t worry too much. From now on, it’s just a matter of building memories for the two of us once again.”

At the same time as I said that, I noticed that something warm had touched my lips silently, and they were quietly overlapping. It happened so suddenly that there was no time to escape.

Her lips were warm, and moist. For a moment, I felt as if I had tasted something sweet. It was Bianca’s taste.

“…ah.”

While his lips were overlapping, he could feel Bianca’s breathing and was aware of Bianca’s body. In an instant, our eyes met. We met each other’s eyes, never avoiding each other’s gaze.

However, soon I quietly closed my eyes. The reason why I keep my eyes open like this is because for some reason I felt that I had no mood.

Like that, after an unknown amount of time passed, we were able to separate our lips from each other. The moment our lips parted, I for some reason felt regretful.

“…I know that?”

Bianca speaks in a somewhat shy voice.

“That was my first kiss.”

“…first kiss?”

…does that make sense? Weren’t Bianca and I in love? But why is this a first kiss? Could it be that I was a monk-like human being before I lost my memory?

“…that’s a secret. For one thing, you were a pretty stoic person. And, no notice.”

Bianca giggled and giggled to herself as if it was so funny, then ran to my side and gently clung to my right arm and crossed her arms.

“Let’s go for a walk. Actually, I wanted to go for a walk with you like this.”

Bianca’s voice was much lighter than before.

“…haven’t you ever gone for a walk together?”

At this point, I wonder what kind of person I was before I lost my memory. I’ve never even kissed such an amazing beauty, and I’ve never even taken a walk. Could it be that his future hope was to become a priest?

“No, we never went for a walk together. twice. It’s just that I’ve never gone for a walk with arms crossed like this.”

After answering that, Bianca took one of the hyacinths that were blooming around the cabin and handed it to me.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll change the surrounding environment back to normal. Actually, I was thinking maybe I was a little too much. If I were to be with you like this, I wanted to create a flower garden like this, but I guess I was too greedy.”

I tilted my head and asked a question to Bianca, who muttered, “There’s no need to rush because there’s plenty of time anyway.”

“…you wanted to create a flower garden? Did you like flowers?”

It was a question I asked without really thinking about it. However, the moment I asked such a question, Bianca looked at me vaguely as if she was recalling sometime in the past, and then muttered in a very small voice.

“…No, actually, I don’t like flowers at all.”