I Picked Up a Witch With Amnesia

7. Dream of a butterfly – 05

There are several small guest rooms in the Castana Marquis House. It wasn’t a room used for high-ranking people such as nobles, but it wasn’t so laggy that the servants lay down, it was just an average size room. Although they were ‘guests’ of the Marquis of Castana, it was a room given to those who judged that they did not need to put much effort into it.

And, a certain white-haired girl was just looking out the window while sitting quietly on the bed prepared in the guest room.

“…..”

The white-haired girl said nothing. It was early in the morning, so a cool breeze was blowing outside the window. She just stared at the scenery outside with melancholy eyes, not even paying attention to the wind blowing through her hair outside the window.

And, everyone who came to this place to ask questions to the white-haired girl just stared at her in silence as if they were possessed by something while watching the scene. It was something that could not be expressed in words. The sculptural appearance of a white-haired girl was also her appearance, but she felt something transcendent that easily surpassed the beauty of people.

Looking at the white-haired girl, Iris recalled the image of the ‘Goddess of Winter’ that she saw on the murals of the temple when she was young. Looking at the girl who exudes a spirit that is divine and majestic somewhere, Iris admits that there is no name more suitable for that white-haired girl than ‘Aria’.

When everyone in this place was silent for a while, surrounded by silence, the person who broke the quiet silence that had formed in this room was none other than Marquis Castana. Originally, most of the race of wizards were anti-social characters with a marked lack of sensitivity and empathy, and Marquis Castana was also a typical wizard who was not exempt from that exception. In his mind, there was only a theoretical thought that he wanted to get to the main point as soon as possible.

“…Lowering. I’m sorry, but didn’t you say you had a question you wanted to ask that girl?”

At the cry of the Marquis Castana, who had a little bit of magic in her voice, everyone gathered in this place was finally able to break free from the magic that originated from the white-haired girl. Iris was no exception.

…However, Iris only looked at Arya with a slightly different gaze than the others in the room. As expected, once again he was convinced that the lady-in-waiting that Cain had been with must be a woman who should never be looked down upon.

“I thought your name was Arya. We are a relationship that can be called old faces. Isn’t it?”

Arya gently closed her eyes at the princess’s question and only nodded slightly. It was an attitude that couldn’t be more disrespectful than that of answering the imperial princess.

“…so cheeky…”

Chris, who can be said to be the princess’ loyal dog, was furious at Arya’s appearance and tried to shout at her, but Iris stopped him with a wink. Anyway, in the current situation, the attitude towards Iris was not important at all.

“Yeah, good. There is something I want to ask you personally. About what happened to you and Sir Cain in the procession that night to the Estelle duchy.”

Arya’s eyes went out at Iris’s question. Before long, Arya just trembled and murmured in a small voice, lowering her head.

“I don’t…”

“…what?”

“I don’t remember anything. nothing.”

At that moment, Iris did not miss the sight of Arya clenching her fists tightly.

“…Cain-nim and I were on our way back to the Duke of Estel by carriage. But suddenly the wagon shakes, and the sound disappears from the surroundings. and…”

“and?”

“I don’t remember anything from there. As if someone had cut out the memory of that moment.”

“…..”

At Aria’s answer, Iris glanced sideways at Marquis Castana. And he quickly noticed the meaning of Iris’ gaze and only nodded softly. Arya’s words were true. It was because his father, the former head of Castana, also confirmed that there was no lie in Arya’s words.

“…As expected, is that so?”

However, Iris only agreed to Arya’s words without showing any signs of disappointment. In the first place, I didn’t even expect to get anything from Arya. There was no way a woman as thorough as Bianca del Castana would make such a rudimentary mistake as leaving an eyewitness.

‘With this, the situation is back to square one.’

But it wasn’t entirely without income. It was confirmed that Bianca del Castana had some kind of technology that could interfere with ‘human memory’. Even that alone was a great income, but at the same time it was also true that it was useless information to break the current situation.

“…..”

And, the Marquis of Castana just stared blankly at Iris, who sighed as if she didn’t like the current situation at all. From his point of view, why did each of the princesses of the empire visit the Marquis of Castana without saying anything, and why he was so passionate about the gossip that the Duke of Estelle and Bianca disappeared together? I didn’t understand it at all.

In the first place, the Marquis of Castana didn’t even raise much awareness about this situation. It was because I couldn’t imagine the scene where Bianca del Castana, a masterpiece created over a thousand years by Castana, was beaten by someone. Most likely, Bianca was just concluding that she must have gone on a trip somewhere, aiming for the situation where she was alone with Cain von Estel, who was dying and poor.

However, the Marquis of Castana is also a prestigious family with a long history that has protected the empire for the past thousand years along with the 4th Duke. He felt the need to resolve this matter as quickly as possible in order to prevent the not-so-welcome situation of the imperial princess harassing the Castana marquis family.

In his view, there was only one easy way to get the princess out of the Castana marquis family. To shift the princess’s attention away from this place to another place.

“Hey, then, how about going to the Estelle duke’s house?”

“…To the Duke of Estelle? Why is that?”

“Even though this news should have reached Duke Estelle’s ears by now, there is no movement from the Estelle family. The Duke Estelle I know is a person who cares deeply for the Duke of Sox, but I can only guess that the reason why he is still standing still is because he holds some information that we do not know.”

In fact, I couldn’t say it was very wrong. The Marquis of Castana was convinced in her own way that there must be a clue to the Duke of Estelle after deducing like a wizard.

“Perhaps, the Duke of Estelle might have the answer the princess wants, right?”

****

Arya stared blankly at her hand, paying no attention to the conversation between the princess and the Marquis of Castana, who stood right in front of her at the pinnacle of imperial power.

Blood was leaking from the center of her white jade-like palm. Earlier, while being questioned by the princess, she couldn’t control her emotions and clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

A while ago, Arya answered the princess like this. As if something cut out that moment, I don’t remember anything.

…actually, it wasn’t. It wasn’t a lie that he had no memory, but he remembered one scene clearly.

She still remembered clearly the face of Cain von Estel, who had saved her from despair, the huge sun falling toward the ground, the smell of death that filled every corner.

again got help again Now, there wasn’t even a smile. How many times is this? How long will he stretch out his hand to him, and how long will he hold on to his outstretched hand? Until when, will she only receive help from him?

Burr.

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My body trembles. A mixture of shame, shame, and guilt that only she had been put in a safe place, made Arya tremble without realizing it.

…But this time, I didn’t have tears like before. And, you won’t be disappointed. Because Arya, too, has hardened her heart. The situation does not change by sitting quietly on the bed and blaming yourself, or shedding tears. It was the privilege of only those who acted to be able to change the current situation.

Thus, Arya’s eyes were filled with firm determination. Yeah, I’ll admit it. Bianca del Castana. The first round, you won. It is clear that this is your victory. However, from the second edition onwards, I have no intention of ever going through with it. Next time, Bianca del Castana. if i meet you if you face At that time, I will definitely pay back today’s humiliation.

And, I will definitely keep this woman’s face distorted to the point of being terribly distorted in my eyes.

yes definitely

****

“…umm.”

Open your eyes. Along with that, consciousness rises slowly. When I woke up, I could recognize that I had opened my eyes in an unfamiliar space.

“…ah.”

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My head was pounding, and it hurt. A strange feeling occupied my head, as if I had been in a long, long dream.

“…Where the hell is this?”

I half-raised myself from the bed on which I was lying and examined the space in which I was staying. This place, in a word, was a cozy cabin. The cabin itself and the objects decorating the cabin were all cute and harmonious, as if they had just jumped out of a children’s book.

However, there was one problem. The problem was, I couldn’t remember. The bigger problem was that I couldn’t really remember anything. I couldn’t remember anything, starting with why I ended up lying in this place in a small way, and who I was in a big way.

“What is it, amnesia?”

In an instant, laughter escaped from my mouth. It was because I never imagined that I would personally experience the memory loss of that bastard who pops up when bored with old stories or folktales. Shouldn’t the fact that fortunately I haven’t forgotten anything like everyday knowledge should be taken as a consolation? If I had forgotten all my daily knowledge, I might have become like a dementia patient who forgot how to lift a spoon.

‘…No, did I really lose my memory?’

In fact, something felt off. It was because a corner of his head had itchy from a while ago. As an analogy, I had a strange feeling that my head was so full that I couldn’t get my memory out. It seems that if there is some trivial opportunity, this sense of incongruity can be resolved…

kiik-

It was then. The door to the cabin opened, and a woman came in. As soon as the woman confirmed with her eyes that I had risen on the bed, she smiled brightly and walked slowly this way.

“You finally opened your eyes. I thought it was time to wake up, but it came a little sooner than expected.”

“…you.”

The moment I saw that woman’s red-eyed face, my head was pounding again. Obvious. I knew that woman. I couldn’t remember what kind of relationship it was, but I knew for sure that that woman and I weren’t normal.

“Don’t overdo it. You’ve been lying on the bed for over three full days. Really, you can’t be a man who goes through a lot.”

In her eyes as she uttered those words, there was clearly affection for me. Her gaze was so blatant that even I, who had no clue about it, could easily tell. And, seeing the woman like that, my mouth opened by itself.

“…There is something I want to ask you.”

“What? You can ask anything. I will answer any of your questions.”

Looking at her, who was still smiling at me, I cautiously asked a question.

“…Who are you? And, what relationship do we have?”

At my question, the woman’s smile grew even thicker. She lifted a finger and gently put it to my lips, then kicked and laughed and answered my question. As if it was waiting for my question.

“I am your only lover in the world. and…”

The woman’s fingers fell from my lips, and she gently raised her right hand and gently touched my cheek. It was a cautious attitude, as if they were touching a treasure that is not found anywhere else in the world.

“We are in love with each other.”