Resetting Lady - Chapter 111

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07. Wedding

“Karen, please tell me honestly about just one thing. Did you kill your father?”

“…Is that important now?”

Karen looked at Raymond who was holding onto her and nervously scratched the inside of her wrist as she asked. It felt suffocating because she was tightly bound with rope. Karen now had to be moved to receive her death sentence. But Raymond held onto Karen.

“I’ve already been sentenced to death, and that won’t be overturned.”

“…Please tell me.”

“Well, at this point.”

But Raymond met Karen’s eyes and spoke once more.

“If you say it wasn’t you, I won’t give up.”

Karen sighed. Should she call it pitiful, or pathetic? Raymond couldn’t accept that the ending was already decided. He still held onto false hope. Karen was the one dying, yet Raymond looked like he was the one going to his death.

“What will you do if you don’t give up?”

Her voice came out sharp. She was tired now. She had tried hard enough. Right now, Karen barely had the strength to endure her own sorrow and desolation. Knowing the future where she would be trapped in an eternal cycle, just staying quiet during the trial was enough effort for her.

“Lord Raymond, is there anything that changes through mindset?”

Now that she knew Raymond’s efforts were meaningless, she didn’t want to waste any more time. This was the end.

“Is there anything that changes just because you don’t give up and keep trying?”

“…”

Raymond’s efforts were meaningless. Raymond’s love was worthless. Even if he tried, Karen would die. The death sentence would not be reversed. And even if the sky fell, Karen would eventually again.

“It’s time to go now.”

The court executioner grabbed Karen’s shoulder. Karen turned around. Raymond followed. He followed Karen and said.

“If you say it wasn’t you, I’ll believe you.”

So what does your belief matter? Karen wanted to throw a tantrum. But the courtesy she had promised him held back her actions. Karen looked up at Raymond’s face. Karen opened her mouth.

“I didn’t kill Father. I didn’t set the fire either.”

That was the truth. Karen, in any case, ultimately didn’t kill her father. She might have tried to kill him, but in the end, it was Tom who succeeded in killing the lord, not Karen. Karen wasn’t the one who set the fire either. It was Dulan. Isella didn’t speak properly. She knew nothing. Let’s say that.

“I am.”

But Karen hesitated after opening her mouth.

“…”

The words wouldn’t come out.

What she had clearly killed was not her father, but Nancy. Just because Isella had misspoken about some parts didn’t change Karen’s essence.

“I am, that is.”

She didn’t want to speak pathetically. And what could Raymond overturn at this point? The manor had already burned down and the sentence had been passed.

Time was already approaching the final moments, and after Karen was executed, Karen would come back to life again and he wouldn’t remember anything about Karen. Just as it had always been.

Then what about Raymond?

Would he not remember and live his own life? Would he live his life even after she died? Karen was curious about that. But she knew she would never be able to find out. Was the Raymond before her eyes now the same person as the Raymond who had confessed his love to her countless times? Even if he looked the same, he wouldn’t remember anything.

Raymond would never understand her eternally.

Between them, time close to eternity would continue to flow.

Karen thought about Raymond who would continue living even after she died. Before her who would live eternally, he would only live a momentary life. Karen opened her mouth again.

Just, let’s say this.

Without thinking anymore.

“Yes, I killed them all. Lord Raymond, now live your own life.”

Karen finished speaking and moved her steps following the executioners’ guidance. No matter what happened, Raymond seemed like he would live well. In fact, it wouldn’t be easy for a man of his caliber to not live well. Would Raymond marry another woman? Would he marry Isella? It didn’t matter anymore.

“And forget about me.”

This sounds kind of touching. Karen said to herself and laughed. This should be enough courtesy. Next time, let’s not look at Raymond’s face and just lock myself in the room. I hate everything now. Since I’ll be trapped in eternity.

Karen crossed the corridor and went outside. The wind was cool. Quite some time had passed already. It was time for her to face death again.

Tap tap.

There had been so many people earlier, but now there wasn’t a single person. As if it was planned.

“Please get on, Karen Evans.”

“Yes.”

She got on the carriage. The executioners didn’t help her, so Karen had to climb onto the carriage with some difficulty. She stumbled and sat in the worn-out carriage. She heard creaking sounds. When Karen sat down, she heard someone calling her.

“Karen!”

Raymond called Karen. The carriage was about to depart but was interrupted. Raymond raised the carriage window.

“I didn’t give money to Priest Dulan. Because you’re truly insane.”

“Ah, yes.”

Karen answered bewilderedly. But Raymond glared at Karen and answered as if angry.

“So I don’t believe you. And I don’t believe Priest Dulan either. He lied to have you executed.”

“…”

Karen couldn’t understand his psychology of specifically mentioning that he didn’t give bribes. Yes, sure. You’re innocent. When she looked at him as if absurd, Raymond spoke to Karen again.

“I will definitely come to get you.”

“I’m going to die now.”

“Karen, stay alive until the very end. I will come to you.”

Don’t make meaningless efforts.

Karen was about to say that.

But the carriage departed. It was the executioner’s judgment that they couldn’t waste any more time on them.

“Touching, isn’t it? That I’m such a sinful woman.”

Karen said to the man sitting next to her. The other man sitting beside her pulled the curtain over the window as if absurd.

“We need to strengthen security.”

Karen agreed.

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Karen arrived at the execution ground. The execution was in 3 days, wasn’t it? Karen looked at the old tower and got off the carriage, moving her stiff body here and there to loosen up.

“Who will carry out the execution? Is it beheading? Or hanging? It won’t be a firing squad, right?”

“…”

“Is it forbidden to tell me that too?”

“…”

The man remained silent. Karen was tied with rope and dragged along as the man pulled her. There were barracks set up in the empty yard. She thought she would quietly have her head cut off, but Karen was puzzled to see more people than expected.

But where Karen was going wasn’t the barracks in the square or the gallows. Instead of setting her up directly in the empty yard, the man pointed to the tower. It was a white, old tower. It was a tower that made her neck hurt just from looking up at it. She had never died in such a place. Karen was dragged to the entrance below it.

“Go up.”

The man instructed from behind.

“All the way to the top?”

Karen sighed when she saw the countless stairs before her. When will I ever climb all of that? Just hang me roughly and be done with it. Karen turned her head and asked the man.

“Are you coming with me?”

Bang.

The door closed and the lock was fastened.

“How cold… At least untie the rope.”

He’s not going himself, telling me to go up alone.

Karen kicked the door with her foot. Only her foot hurt. Karen looked at the rope tightly binding her wrists and sighed deeply. She just wanted to die and lie down, but even that wasn’t allowed.

Karen had to become Isella’s maid, undergo trial, and wait for execution.

“Life is.”

How nice would it be if they just declared “Death sentence!” and chopped off the head cleanly? Karen sighed and climbed the stairs.

Step by step.

The endlessly spiraling tower seemed to serve more as a guide in the forest than as an execution ground normally. That’s why it was quite high. As she walked, her legs began to hurt. Karen stopped.

“…Disgusting…”

There were bloodstains on the walls of the stairs. They didn’t seem to clean very often.

Karen looked at the old bloodstains dried brown and estimated the height. The senior condemned prisoner who died first seemed to be taller than her. And they seemed to have struggled tremendously when leaving. There were messy marks left above.

I should go out cleanly when they tell me to. At least it was fortunate that Verdick Evans wasn’t coming. She hated him coming the most. Because he deliberately brought a rusty, dull axe.

“Is it hanging after all?”

Karen looked through the small window while climbing the stairs. It was a small window barely big enough for a person to stick one arm through. She couldn’t get out. But it was enough to see outside. Karen put her face against it and looked out the window.

“It must be hanging after all.”

Indeed, there were more people than expected. Setting up barracks seemed to be for erecting a gallows. Still, it was fortunate they weren’t executing her in the city. Karen thought she was lucky considering the countless spectators who would come to see her corpse. Not only would she be a mere spectacle, but female prisoners’ corpses could be used for various other purposes.

“…Hah, haah. My legs hurt.”

And she reached the top. Karen arrived at the door at the top. One room. Would she stay here and then be executed? The door was open. Karen entered the room. And she frowned.

“Why are you here?”

And she saw the man in the room.

It was a familiar face.

It was Dulan.

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