I Picked Up a Witch With Amnesia

7. Dream of a butterfly – 13

The moment I uttered those words, the inside of the small cabin where we were staying was instantly filled with heavy silence.

“…..”

Surprisingly, Bianca’s expression was calm. No, it seemed right to say that the expression had completely disappeared from Bianca’s face. In a way, it was like he had adapted to everything, and in another way, it was like he had given up on everything. However, seeing the bloodless appearance on his face, it seemed that nothing was wrong.

Leaving behind Bianca’s white face, I slowly opened my mouth again.

“And, isn’t that all? It is presumed that you must have done everything to steal my memory and to imprison me by setting up a strong barrier around this cabin. Am I wrong?”

As I said that, I took a look around the cute cabin that seemed to have jumped out of the middle of a children’s book and smiled bitterly.

“No, I think everything that was defining the two of us here must have been a lie. Could it be that my guess is wrong, Bianca?”

“…..”

So, for a while, a heavy silence filled this place. Bianca opened her mouth slowly, with a calm expression that was still difficult to read.

“…how the heck did you know?”

Bianca’s remarks, in fact, were no different from acknowledging that my guess was correct.

“It’s not that great. At first, I hadn’t noticed how things were going. It was all mere speculation.”

I decided to explain to Bianca the series of thought process of how I came to that conclusion. …Actually, it wasn’t something to be proud of because it was nothing more than going through the solution process in reverse order with all the answer sheets laid out.

“Bianca, when I woke up in this cabin, you said this to me. I had an accident of injustice and lost all the memories I had with you. In order to cure the aftereffects, I came to ‘recuperate’ in a small cabin like this.”

At first glance, it sounded like a pretty plausible excuse. However, if you think about it a little deeper, what Bianca said must be really nonsense.

The fact that Bianca, who can only be seen as an aristocrat no matter how you look at it, insisted on being alone in this cabin without any attendants, and the fact that there were no wounds on my body that I said had been in an accident, was a hindrance to my ‘recuperation’. It could be, so putting up a strong barrier that prevented anyone from entering the area was all very dubious. No matter how smart I was, I could easily guess that much.

And, crucially, Bianca made a huge mistake. that’s right-

“You were so relaxed. Bianca.”

“…What?”

“As you said, if we were really in a relationship, shouldn’t we show a little more concern for the injured lover? But even though you care about my memories, you never seem to ask about my injuries. As if those injuries never existed in the first place.”

“…..”

Obviously, Bianca probably didn’t have time to pay attention to even such trivial settings. As the saying goes, you don’t even know that the ax handle rots in fresh play, it must be clear that Bianca was so engrossed in ‘lover play’ with me that she inadvertently forgot such a trivial setting she spit out in the beginning.

“Lastly, your magic wasn’t perfect. Bianca.”

“…My magic was incomplete?”

“Yes, the magic that made the memory in my head so difficult to recall.”

I tapped my head with my index finger.

“I don’t know what caused it because I’m completely ignorant about magic, but as time goes on, memories start to come back one by one. Well, not all memories have fully come back, and I only remember sparsely, but even so, there was no difficulty in figuring out how things were going?”

…Actually, I wasn’t completely clueless as to why I was able to break free from Bianca’s magical influence. Over the past month, I’ve done everything I can to bring back lost memories, and as a result, I’ve come to realize that my body is connected to ‘something’ through very thin, vague strings that I can’t quite grasp with the naked eye. I was able to figure out the facts.

This is just an assumption, but wasn’t ‘something’ connected to my body helping me recover my memory? Of course, it was just my guess without logic or evidence.

Bianca listened silently to my reasoning from beginning to end, then sighed softly and looked at my face.

“…Everything, you noticed. So, everything is over.”

At my words, Bianca bit her lip slightly, and then a fishy smile began to form on her lips. On her face, there was an unconcealable contempt for herself.

“right. All of your guesses are correct. There is nothing wrong with what you said. Because I wanted you so much, I kidnapped you and erased all of your memories, and pretended to be a lover next to you. I am nothing more than a creepy woman.”

She was giggling and laughing like a villain, but I could only see her desperately playing the villain. I felt like Bianca was crying for some reason.

“So, do you despise me? Cain? Do you also, do I just look like a crazy bitch? yeah, that must be the case i cheated on you I’ve only lied to you From our engagement to now, there has never been a time when I haven’t lied to you!”

…No, she was actually crying. One day, like the child I saw then, she was crying deep in her heart. The moment I understood that, I regretted myself. If I had been able to notice her heart a little more quickly, I would not have seen her face like this, and I regretted it.

“I knew. I knew that I was bad, that I had made the wrong choice! But, I was scared. Even if it was a lie, the happiness I was tasting right now was so sweet that I couldn’t finish it. Perhaps, living while forgetting everything like this is happiness for us, I masturbated and ended up hurting you.”

One day, Bianca said this to me. He said he was used to waiting patiently. So, it doesn’t matter if I don’t love myself. How could I not realize how much remorse and sadness were contained in those casual words? Why couldn’t I understand her?

“It’s all my fault. From the beginning, even though I knew very well that everything would end in catastrophe, why did I do something that hurt you? Cain, I’m sorry. I must be a really bad girl So, please never forgive me.”

I take a step closer to Bianca, who cries out that she is nothing more than a sinner to you, as if in penitence.

“…ah.”

Gently and tightly hugged her.

“…ka, in…”

I already forgave her a long time ago.

“I’m sorry, Bianca. I’m sorry for not noticing your heart long ago, for turning away from your heart, for not being able to hold your hand when you were in so much pain.”

In an instant, memories of the past days with Bianca came to mind. A small and lonely child who looked at others with empty eyes as if he had no regrets in the world when he was young. A mage with a bad temper who complained to me and bullied people under various pretexts during the expedition.

And, a woman who pretended to be my false fiancée and smiled as if she was just happy.

Clearly, her behavior was wrong. Her behavior was obviously not normal. He thought that the act of tampering with the mind and body of another person just because he couldn’t get it himself must be a huge mistake.

…But at the same time, there was also myself who couldn’t blindly accuse her. In the past, it was clear that he would have been angry with her or burned with hatred, but for some reason he didn’t feel like it. Maybe the 40 days I spent with her weren’t that bad for me.

It’s easy for her to hate. It was also simple to shift all the blame onto her. However, nothing will be solved with that. So, at this point, I will see the solution as my heart goes.

That was the choice and decision I made.

“So, let’s stop now. Deceiving yourself, deceiving others, and deceiving everyone in the end will only make you unhappy as a result. I don’t want you to get hurt anymore. Bianca.”

Bondi worldly things were like that. If you treat others not with your own innocence, but with your own desires, everything will eventually fall apart. That was why I risked telling her the truth. I could no longer watch her enjoy false happiness in the wrong choices.

As I said that, I tightened the arms that held Bianca. You can feel each other’s breath, touching each other.

“…Cain.”

Something spilled from Bianca’s eyes and wet her cheeks. At the same time, she whispered to me. I’m glad I like you. really.

“…Can you answer one thing?”

I nod softly at Bianca’s question.

“Anything I can answer.”

At my answer, Bianca bowed her head and whispered to me in a very small voice.

“This time with me, were you happy?”

To Bianca’s question, I answered honestly.

“…Yes, I was happy.”

At my answer, Bianca smiled brightly.

“…thank god. Yes, I’m glad.”

If the moment with me was an unhappy time for you, it would have been a great pain for me.

“Yes, Cain. Actually, I had a dream.”

“dream?”

In response to my question, Bianca gently raises her head and makes eye contact with me.

“I had a dream about what it would be like if, just in case, the two of us continued to live in this small cabin like this. I dreamed of such luxurious dreams that I would live in your arms, die in your lap, and be buried in your eyes.”

“…But, it must have been a dream. This moment we were together was, in the end, just a lie, a fake. So, I think it is inevitable that our story will end with this ending.”

It doesn’t matter if the end of this love is unrequited. Because in this moment, it’s clear that I love you. And, it’s also clear that you love me now. For that fact alone, I’m happy.

“…You know, Cain. I’ll do as you say. As you said, I’ll put an end to these false plays. Instead, I have a request.”

Bianca, with a strange fever on her face, whispered dizzying words in my ear.

“Hug me. hold me want me In me, leave traces of your presence…”