Resetting Lady - Chapter 100

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Prince Guiz raised his sword again. And he aimed for Prince Louis’s other thigh.

 

“A person has two legs. I find that stabbing the thigh is the best among them. It’s a good part for drawing blood. The neck or wrists are also good, but that’s when the purpose is to cut them off.”

 

“Ah, aah, ack.”

 

“Now, with this you’ll never be able to walk again. Your legs look fine, don’t they? But just because they’re attached doesn’t mean they’re all legs. Now, Louis. How does it feel? Having ornaments hanging on your body? How does it feel to have useless parts on your body?”

 

Prince Louis foamed at the mouth.

 

“Oh my, I didn’t give you permission to faint.”

 

“…”

 

“What kind of face would a parent make when receiving their child’s head? I’m curious about His Majesty’s face. He might quickly give me the crown… Though it’s too late even if I receive it now.”

 

Prince Guiz raised his sword once again.

 

“Kraaaack!”

 

But the one who screamed next was not Prince Louis.

 

It was Prince Guiz.

 

“You… you lowly!”

 

Donna had crawled over with one arm and one leg and bit Prince Guiz’s leg. Donna’s teeth couldn’t help her suicide, but they had enough strength to pierce through Prince Guiz’s pants and sink into his leg.

 

Of course, that was all. Biting his leg only fanned his anger, it couldn’t stop him.

 

Prince Guiz turned his body toward Donna.

 

“You’re first.”

 

Karen knew. This time Raymond would be late. As always. Didn’t he always arrive late at the end, or ultimately fail? That’s why Karen died, and died, and died again.

 

She would die this time too.

 

If so.

 

* * *

 

Prince Guiz heard her approaching from behind. But he didn’t pay much attention to it. He even thought Karen would help him remove the woman clinging to his feet. That she would help him kill her. He didn’t know why such a vague belief arose.

 

“Hurry up and deal with this!”

 

Of course, it was his mistake.

 

Karen is not Catherine. Prince Guiz felt something cold pressing against his back. He momentarily thought it was a sword, but the sword had already fallen to the floor. It was a shoe heel.

 

Karen’s shoe aimed at Prince Guiz’s back. Prince Guiz lost his balance and fell. Prince Guiz tried to get up again, but because Donna was hanging onto his leg, he couldn’t maintain his center. Karen stepped on the fallen Prince Guiz’s back and put her necklace around Prince Guiz’s neck. Pearl beads scattered across the floor with a pattering sound.

 

“…Kkeok…”

 

Prince Guiz twisted his body. But Karen’s shoe was pressing down hard on his back, so he couldn’t get up. And Donna was still holding onto Prince Guiz’s body with her remaining arm. Prince Guiz kicked Donna with his foot, but she didn’t fall off. The necklace string dug into Prince Guiz’s neck.

 

“Guh, uh, uuk.”

 

Karen pulled Prince Guiz’s neck with her necklace string, using her whole body. Prince Guiz’s fingers reached for the necklace string. He struggled desperately to remove it. But it wouldn’t come off. It was a necklace Karen had changed the string for suicide purposes. Even if Guiz tried to escape, he couldn’t remove the string that had already dug into his neck.

 

“It’s okay, Your Highness.”

 

“…Uh, uheok.”

 

“It’s okay, so stay still.”

 

An incredibly sweet voice reaches his ears. A voice exactly like the voice he missed. But from that voice, poison drips drop by drop. A voice he shouldn’t listen to.

 

“…Ah, aah…”

 

“Shh…”

 

His vision turns white. Prince Guiz desperately stretched out his fingers, kicking someone with his feet and struggling. But the more he did so, the tighter the string became.

 

“…Eok.”

 

Finally, a loud snap was heard.

 

Thud.

 

Prince Guiz stopped struggling and collapsed forward.

 

It was over.

 

A prince of a nation, a middle-aged man who would become king, a serial killer, a rapist, and a man who loved Catherine, Karen’s mother, was dead.

 

“…You lasted longer than Father.”

 

“…”

 

When Prince Guiz, who had been struggling for a while, no longer moved, Karen slowly let go of the string. Deep marks from the string remained on her hands too.

 

“I changed it to harpsichord string.”

 

“…”

 

“Because it’s good for hanging myself in case of emergency.”

 

“…”

 

“Actually, committing suicide with scarf fabric is more comfortable and works better, but there’s nothing more convenient than that for storage. Poison and such are good too, but I came out in such a hurry that I made a mistake. Well, Your Highness probably wouldn’t have drunk anything I offered anyway.”

 

Karen brushed off her hands with a pat, pat.

 

“My hands hurt.”

 

“…”

 

Karen turned over Prince Guiz’s face with her shoe-wearing foot. It was an action that anyone seeing would call royal blasphemy.

 

“…When you get old, you should restrain your greed a bit.”

 

Prince Guiz died with his eyes open. Blood vessels had burst, turning his eyes red, and saliva was drooling from his mouth.

 

It was an ugly death.

 

“…Oh my.”

 

Karen looked down at her blood-covered hands. They hurt. Prince Guiz had clawed at Karen’s hands with his nails while struggling. It looked like scars would remain. Looking down at her stinging hands made her sigh. This time she had been hurt a lot from labor too, and now scars would remain.

 

“It hurts.”

 

Karen frowned and turned her head toward the boy. His lower body was completely soaked in blood. Karen adjusted her shoes and called to Prince Louis.

 

“Your Highness Louis?”

 

“…”

 

There was no answer. Karen deliberately stepped hard on Prince Guiz once, then went to Prince Louis. Prince Louis was lying down with his eyes closed. Blood continuously flowed from both legs. Karen felt her heart sink.

 

“Your Highness?”

 

She put her ear close to his chest. She couldn’t hear breathing.

 

“…”

 

His breathing had stopped. It was already too late.

 

“…”

 

“Ah. Aah?”

 

Donna makes a groaning sound from over there. Karen gets up and looks at the scene in the room.

 

“…This is driving me crazy.”

 

Once again Raymond was late, Karen was late too, and all the future kings were dead. This time was over too. A happy ending in this situation was impossible.

 

She hated this. She hated this situation.

 

Karen stood up.

 

“Hah.”

 

Karen sighed and looked at Prince Guiz and Prince Louis. Then she looked at Donna.

 

“…”

 

She decided.

 

She should have done this from the beginning. She had been too confused in this life. Now she needed to organize things. Hadn’t she decided to walk the path of a pleasure killer?

 

Like when she killed Nancy, like when she dismembered Thomas, like when she shot Mrs. Deere. Whether they were truly innocent people or guilty people, hadn’t she decided not to think about such right and wrong?

 

“Have true love.”

 

“Then.”

 

“I’ll help you.”

 

In the end, what mattered was that this life wasn’t the one.

 

“…I can do it next time.”

 

Karen picked up Prince Guiz’s sword.

 

Holding it directly, it was heavier than she thought. But she liked the feel of the metal clinging to her hand. Above all, it was an incredibly beautiful sword. Karen liked it.

 

She grabbed the hem of her dress with one hand and held the sword with the other.

 

Tap.

 

Karen’s footsteps headed toward Donna.

 

Donna looks at Karen. Karen also looks at Donna.

 

Karen raised the sword. Donna’s eyes widened greatly.

 

“Donna.”

 

Karen approached Donna with the sword.

 

“Does it hurt a lot?”

 

She clumsily swung the sword once outward. With a whoosh sound, the sword cut through the air. With that one swing, Prince Louis’s blood that was on the sword fell off. Karen sees the pure white blade. It’s a fine crafted piece.

 

Karen approached Donna and explained to her. She wanted to be a bit kinder to her. She didn’t know why. What Karen thought was a strong sense of duty that she should have killed Donna long ago.

 

“Maybe I should have just waited for Raymond earlier. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone outside the room. Maybe… I don’t know. What’s certain is that this time I was neither here nor there. I said I’d become a thorough killer who kills people, but I was swayed by Dulan and swayed by Guiz… Raymond was the same this time too. What is this, really.”

 

Donna’s eyes widen. She opens her mouth.

 

“This life is ruined anyway.”

 

She waves her hand. She struggles with her legs. But with one hand and one foot, she can’t go far. Karen approached while crying. Karen was shedding tears steadily. And she approached Donna as if to comfort her.

 

“Donna, it’s okay. It’ll be over soon.”

 

“…Ah.”

 

“It’s okay now. I’ll help you.”

 

She holds the knife.

 

“You can start over.”

 

So.

 

It’s okay.

 

* * *

 

Raymond was certain that Karen was insane. That’s why he could love her completely. To reconfirm Karen’s madness, he went to find Dulan. It wasn’t to strengthen Raymond’s resolve.

 

“Why did you… come to me?”

 

“Karen is insane. Is that correct?”

 

As a doctor, as a priest, please prove it.

 

Raymond demanded this of Dulan. It wasn’t simply seeking comfort. Raymond told Dulan.

 

“This is in case Karen’s past is ever revealed.”

 

“…She has… no sin.”

 

“I’ll trust your words, Priest. But Karen’s behavior is extremely unstable, so there’s no telling how Verdick Evans might find fault with it.”

 

“…This, this is.”

 

“I request your testimony as a priest and as a doctor. Please finish writing it and sign it.”

 

So Raymond formally requested Dulan to write a document. It was a medical opinion stating that Karen’s mental state was extremely unstable and required family protection and medical care.

 

“…Are you satisfied with this?”

 

Raymond examined it carefully. If Raymond didn’t love Karen, this document could keep Karen locked in a psychiatric hospital for life.

 

“Yes, thank you.”

 

Of course, Raymond had no intention of sending Karen to a hospital. That was something you’d do to an enemy. Most psychiatric hospital treatments were nothing more than torturing patients to correct them. It wasn’t something family would do. Raymond was confident he could take responsibility for Karen for life. Both physically and financially.

 

Raymond asked one more thing of Dulan, who was about to stand up.

 

“I’m curious about something.”

 

“…Wh, what do you mean?”

 

“Why did you tell Karen such lies?”

 

Raymond was curious about this.

 

In his view, it wasn’t something an exemplary doctor would do.

 

“There’s no such thing as outside the book, is there?”

 

Raymond frowned slightly, thinking of the efforts he had made. It had indeed been a useless effort.

 

“I tried. I tried to believe things like Karen living again, or stories about coming from outside the book. She believed that if she achieved true love, she would return to her original world.”

 

Raymond had truly tried. Though he never once believed Karen’s words, he still tried to believe them. But it was indeed an impossible story.

 

“I once invited professors of linguistics, physics, and theology. Of course… I couldn’t mention other worlds, but I anxiously sought their opinions on whether she could be from another country.”

 

At those words, Dulan smiled very faintly, as if amused.

 

“You went that far?”

 

“Yes. Of course they all laughed. They said there wasn’t a single thing among Karen’s pronunciation and knowledge that could be considered from another country.”

 

Raymond asked Dulan.

 

“Why does Karen believe she came from another world?”

 

Dulan answered.

 

“It, it, it was a treatment method for comfort. People can improve their behavior for the sake of ideals or the afterlife.”

 

* * *

 

When everyone was dead, a quiet silence lingered.

 

Karen caught her panting breath.

 

“With this, it’s definitely… the death penalty.”

 

But that’s okay.

 

Because I can start over.

 

* * *

 

“Lord Raymond, you’re too late.”

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