I Picked Up a Witch With Amnesia

8. Bianca del Castana – 01

…Now, a story that has completely disappeared. A story no one remembers.

However, even if it is forgotten in the minds of everyone in this world, only that moment with you remains unchanged in my memory.

On that day, you said to me We will definitely be together someday. And that one day we will definitely be happy.

I have waited for you for an unbelievable amount of time. For countless hours, I just walked all the way without looking back. That’s how, I’ve been on a long journey with my heart locked up.

That’s how I walked, walked, walked, without rest, just walked. I walked for countless hours to the point where my mind went blank. Only, for that moment of being with you, I only waited and waited.

At the end, I was exhausted. The lonely journey, which was only distant, no longer had the confidence to go through it. The promise of childhood, which I so cherished, seemed to be lying on the floor as if it had turned into a commonplace reality.

It was sad. Why, in my life, I couldn’t get what I wanted even for a single moment, and I was sad.

…But, I couldn’t hate him more than that. Even if he forgot everything he shared with me as a child, even if I was the foolish woman who treasured the promise we shared back then.

Because I still love you

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A thousand years ago, there was a man who was adored by everyone in the world as the greatest wizard under the sky. The man’s name is Castana. At a time when magic was nothing more than magic that artificially reproduced natural phenomena, he was the legendary great wizard who was no different from modern wizards.

After the establishment of only one empire on the continent, Castana was granted the status of a marquis by the emperor, and over the course of a thousand years from then, the Castana marquis family was able to solidify its position as a prestigious family of magic across the entire continent. there was.

That was all I had to do. The existence of a great wizard is so rare that at most there are no more than five in one era. However, in the Castana Marquis family, the existence of a great mage was periodically produced every generation. They were more than enough qualified to continue their reputation as a prestigious magician.

…However, the magicians of Castana actually had no interest in what the people of the world thought of them or what kind of evaluation they were giving them. For the magicians of Casta, the reputation of being a prestigious magician was nothing more than an inflated falsehood.

Because they knew it well. Even if it was the past, it was because he knew better than anyone else in the world that the current Marquis of Castana did not deserve such an evaluation. Because, even at this moment, they were slowly declining and falling apart.

A thousand years ago, the era of savagery, when the science of magic was not developed and the position of wizards was lower than that of ignorant swordsmen. Castana, an unparalleled genius born in such an era, can change the heavens itself or perform miracles that shake the world’s laws entirely at her fingertips, which can only be called a miracle even by modern standards. There is still a record that he was a true ‘wizard’ who casually performed impossible things.

And now, a thousand years have passed, and magic has developed so dazzlingly that it is incomparable to that time, but in the last thousand years, the first Castana Marquis has been There was no one who could boast that he had surpassed the level he had reached. No, on the contrary, the magic talent in Castana’s lineage was gradually declining as the years went by.

In the end, Castana’s wizards became impatient. If they continued like this, the burden that might tarnish the name of the great Castana of a thousand years ago began to tighten their hearts. Just as the neighboring Duchy of Estel fell into incomparable decline from a thousand years ago, the anxiety that they might follow the same path as the Duchy of Estel gripped them.

They could never accept such an ending. It definitely shouldn’t have been that way. As it has been for the past thousand years, the name Castana has to be called the ‘head family of magic’ for eternity.

So, everyone with the Castana surname put their heads together to come up with a solution. After countless opinions and counterarguments, they came to an insane conclusion full of madness.

A thousand years ago, it is self-evident that the first Marquis of Castana was an excellent magician that would not exist again in the world. However, the problem was that the magical talent that originated from his bloodline passed down from generation to generation. If so, the answer is really simple. Isn’t it just a matter of ‘creating’ an excellent successor with the same talents as the first Castana Marquis with their own hands?

And so the mad experiment began. After collecting the blood of those who were considered to have excellent magical talent in the Castana Marquis family, they artificially ‘produced’ a child with excellent magical talent from the blood using alchemy.

…However, that alone was not enough. Over the past thousand years, the lineage of Castana, which was once great, has faded from generation to generation. They longed for a slightly deeper castana lineage.

They used magic to forcibly grow up artificially ‘made’ children, and by forcibly ‘breeding’ them, they tried to produce excellent children with more outstanding talents and deeper Castana lineage.

Just like that, 30 years passed.

In the course of the experiment, countless ‘experiments’ died, and countless ‘experiments’ were born as if to replace them. However, even though numerous geniuses of Castana worked on this experiment, outstanding results were not easily born. After going through so many failures, by the time everyone was exhausted wondering if this was the right path, in the end, they gave birth to the best test subject they had been waiting for and hoping for so long.

From the moment of birth, it is not enough to have a perfect body to learn magic by receiving the ‘blessing of mana’, and finally to create a truly perfect individual that can accumulate magical power in the body just by breathing. it was to be successful.

The object name of the test subject is number 541.

For the next thousand years, it was the greatest masterpiece that would continue to make Castana’s reputation.

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The moment 541 was born at the fingertips of the researchers, everyone in the Marquis of Castana fell into a shudder. The level of magical talent contained in 541’s body was so enormous that it far exceeded that of modern humans. Perhaps, the talent of No. 541 was equal to or even greater than that of the first Marquis Castana.

However, number 541 was not the result of research, but was just a kind of mutant that was produced at the end of coincidence. Those who could be called the creators of #541 gathered together and tried to artificially recreate the existence of #541, but all their attempts were futile.

Eventually, they realized that it would be impossible to create an instance identical to 541, and stopped all experiments. And after discussion, it was decided to give 541 the last name of Castana and give it a name.

The name given to number 541 is Bianca. It was named after the only daughter of the first Marquis of Castana.

– No. 541. From this moment on, your name is Bianca. Bianca del Castana of the Marquis of Castana is your name, and you will be known to the world as the only daughter of Zion del Castana, the head of the Marquis of Castana. Since you also have the surname of Castana, do not be ashamed of that name. Remember that your life is in our hands. And, always remember that your duty is a weapon.

Those words were the first words she heard from the person who became her ‘father’. Of course, it was also a very cold and cold word, not mixed with a drop of affection.

Thus, a man who only thinks of his daughter as a test subject and a weapon, and does not have any affection for her, acts as a father, and a man who does not know who his real parents are, a ‘thing’ made at the fingertips of a man, pretends to be a child. The skit, in which the laughter comes out, has begun.

‘…no.’

Number 541, no, now called Bianca del Castana, she just hated it. What I didn’t like was that I hated everything.

The Marquis Castana, who gave birth to her without a father and mother, the Marquis Castana, who knew better than anyone else about her birth but brazenly told him to call himself ‘Father’, and himself, who had been born this way. , and the world in which he had been born, he hated, hated, hated everything.

…everything was hateful. After hating so many things, she hated the world itself, to the point where she forgot what to hate.

It wasn’t her will from the time she was born into this world, and it wasn’t her will to live now, and even her own death spanned a realm completely unrelated to her will.

She even wanted to commit suicide, but if she took her own life, the Marquis of Castana might conduct another mad experiment with her corpse. So, nothing was resolved. Bianca never wanted a pitiful test subject like herself to experience the same pain as herself. For an unfortunate tool like himself, he alone was more than enough.

So, she only let out a lament. Why was he born into this world? What is he living for? Does this monstrous self, who was created by being formed at the fingertips of a human rather than a goddess, really have as much value as other people? Why, why does this world around me hate me so much?

No one in the world was on Bianca’s side. Everyone in the Marquis of Castana looked down on her, and those who knew the truth only laughed at her.

After all, she was a machine, a tool, and a mere weapon. The world treated her that way, and she herself only treated herself that way.

Bianca thought the world was achromatic. No matter where you look in the world, it is full of affection for someone and love for others, but in her hands, like sand, it overflows from the palm of your hand.

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no value in my life. There was no hope at all. I’m tired of looking for someone who will understand me, care for me, and love me.

At that time, when Bianca was falling repeatedly in the endless darkness, a miracle came unexpectedly.

In the life of Bianca, where nothing existed, a single person appeared who saved her after telling her what happiness was, teaching her hope, and awakening her will to live.

His name is Cain von Estel.

It was her savior who brightened up her world, which had always been achromatic, with something colorful and beautiful.