Resetting Lady - Chapter 113

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Isella was shocked. That could be possible? But Verdick spoke again.

“You might have seen it wrong. It’s not easy for an adult man to die at the hands of his teenage daughter.”

Had Father considered this from the beginning? Even expecting this?

“B-but… if that’s the case.”

Stop, Verdick answered firmly.

“But does that make the harm done to you disappear?”

“…”

“My daughter can make mistakes, but I absolutely cannot tolerate others harming us.”

“Father!”

Verdick was resolute. But Isella had to speak. Before collapsing, and now too. Her father was the same as always. But she had to speak too. Because she was afraid.

“I, I… what I saw last before collapsing wasn’t a woman, but a man.”

“Yes, it must have been Lord Raymond Sayertes.”

Blue flames ignited in Verdick’s eyes.

“That bastard didn’t save you and saved that red-haired wench instead. He clearly abandoned you on purpose.”

No, Father. Isella knows that’s not it. Raymond won’t be able to abandon goodness in the end. Isella knows Raymond won’t be able to do that. Isella knows the young knight who comes to his enemy and says you paid the wrong price.

“I don’t know! What if… what if… Father, really what if.”

Isella swallowed. She trembled. She was scared. What was truly frightening wasn’t Karen.

“What if Priest Dulan Lloyd was the man who strangled me?”

Isella was afraid of that. Isella thinks of the man’s voice she heard faintly.

“So, I told you.”

“Don’t interfere.”

Could it be that Dulan was the one who strangled her?

“Th-then.”

Isella was afraid because of that suspicion. And she was more afraid because she couldn’t guess. If it were Raymond, it would be rather simple. He doesn’t welcome Isella Evans because of Verdick. She knows. She knows.

But if it were Dulan. If that hunched and pale priest strangled her, put her to sleep, and now woke her up with some intention.

“Why on earth would Dulan Lloyd do such a thing?”

Isella was scared. Because she couldn’t even guess.

“…Isella.”

Verdick embraced his daughter’s trembling shoulders. It was a firm hand. And it was a cruel hand. Verdick spoke while gently soothing his daughter.

“Do you think Dulan Lloyd, that priest, manipulated this father?”

“…Hic.”

Isella was afraid that the man had been by her father’s side for so long. And she was also afraid that the man had cared for her. That man was never a good person. That’s why she despised him.

“Isella, there’s nothing to fear. Isn’t it obvious what Dulan is doing to Karen in there?”

Isella found her father’s hand disgusting. If it were her, if it were Mother, they wouldn’t have chosen such a method. Women wouldn’t take revenge that way. But Verdick did.

“Dulan manipulated me?”

Verdick chuckled. And he glared at the tower.

“Now that you’ve awakened, he’s no longer needed.”

“…”

“Let’s see about that.”

* * *

Karen looked at Dulan. She was dumbfounded. He was incomprehensible. Always enigmatic. He always was.

“Now… what are you saying right now?”

“Tell me.”

“What are you saying to me now!”

Karen struggled desperately.

Are you kidding? Why are you saying such things now? Isn’t the truth clear? She repeats life. She thought she entered a book, but that’s an illusion. To end the repetition, she must bear a child and pass it on. But since she’s infertile, there’s no way to end it. That’s a fact Dulan acknowledged before the trial.

“Love, you say? Shut up! Why have you been doing this to me all this time!”

But Dulan continued to look down at Karen. He didn’t waver.

“Ah, the bet isn’t over yet.”

Could there be hope? Karen looks at Dulan. How can she get an answer? Karen thinks. She has to think. She should have killed Dulan from the beginning. No. If she kills Dulan, she can’t get answers. Dulan. What should she do with this bastard?

Thud.

“I love you.”

But she should answer for now. Karen replied with a face trying to be serious.

“I love Lord Raymond. You saw it too.”

“…”

“You saw it. Look at what that man gave up for me after just a few months of knowing each other. He sacrificed like that without gaining anything. Even now… until the end, he told me to wait, that he would definitely return.”

Karen thought. What else could there be?

“I had nothing to give him, yet he did all that. When he goes that far, how could it not be love?”

“Th-that man aside.”

Dulan objected.

“What, what about your feelings?”

Karen answered while gripping her skirt tightly.

“Of course, I love him too. A man who sacrifices so completely for me, how could I not love…”

But Dulan didn’t speak. Dulan stood up. Karen grabbed Dulan.

“Wait, wait, no. Dulan. I love you. I was wrong. It’s not Lord Raymond. I love you. Help me.”

“…”

Dulan’s face contorted.

Karen saw that face and decided to stop the ridiculous nonsense. Everything was already wrong, so why did she keep looking for hope? Why. How could she be so foolish?

“…Yes, I understand.”

Karen lowered her head.

“I can’t love. Anyone. It’s… not because someone does well or poorly, or because it’s not right.”

Karen admitted it. No man would appear who loved her to that extent. Time was limited.

And hadn’t Karen confirmed it not just in this life but continuously? How many times, how many times. Raymond doesn’t spew hatred at Karen in any way, even this time. Even if she commits murder.

Didn’t she choose because of that? Didn’t she think it was so naturally a novel? Because Raymond tried his best like that. To an extent that even she found amazing. Her knight, her male protagonist.

“But I can’t love him.”

Because soon he too will forget Karen.

“What’s the point of all that…”

Again the letters scatter and time returns to the beginning. Effort, affection, duty, hatred. All of it disappears and all relationships vanish. That’s why Karen can’t love.

Absolutely not.

Years don’t accumulate. In the end, no one will understand her until the very end. No one will live the repeating life with her. She will be alone forever.

“Love is something people do with people. People and letters can’t love. You say the book is an illusion? But in the end, nothing changes. No one can share the world with me.”

The bet was never valid from the beginning.

* * *

Verdick shoved a letter to Dulan. He pushes the letter into the tower. Whether he’ll check it or not, he doesn’t know. But now Verdick’s patience was running out.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

If he wouldn’t put Karen Hyer’s neck on the line, he was thinking of cutting Karen’s neck himself.

Verdick ordered the soldiers to prepare to break down the tower’s door.

* * *

“If you came to persuade me, you’d better give up.”

Count Fankair said as soon as Raymond opened the door.

“Count Fankair.”

“I’ve done enough.”

Count Fankair looked at Raymond with a face like he had rotten food in his mouth. It was as Raymond expected. The Count waved his hand and spoke sincerely.

“You’ve done enough too. Now just forget that woman.”

“Count.”

“The reason I’m not angry with you right now is because I think you were deceived too.”

Raymond stopped speaking because he didn’t know what to say to the Count. The Count looked quite angry.

“Not just you, but I pushed myself quite hard too. I kept in mind that she was Catherine’s daughter. I remembered something called friendship. Anything more than this is too much.”

“…”

“No, there’s nothing to say about too much or not… The death sentence has already been passed, so what can be done? It’s all over now. You know the names of the jurors. They were all prominent nobles and officials. And I had spoken to most of them beforehand, but what is this? I’m the only one who looks foolish.”

Count Fankair spoke with a displeased expression. He approached Raymond and jabbed his shoulder with his finger. It was a forceful gesture.

“You’ll be back in the army for about a year. There’s something I need you to do.”

“….”

“No, it’s something you naturally should do. Just revealing Prince Guiz’s actions has already made things quite uncomfortable with His Majesty.”

But his position as the new king would only improve that much more. Raymond stood before Count Fankair, who spoke as if he had bestowed great favor and suffered tremendous loss, and thought. This man is ultimately a politician. He won’t invest in me any further.

“Don’t try to scheme. I can see everything you’re thinking.”

But what more could Raymond do now? When even the man who would become the future king says there’s no more hope for you. The Duke patted the shoulder of Raymond, who stood there blankly.

“You picked wrong. You had no eye for women.”

“….”

“You’ve done enough until now.”

The Duke turned around with a somewhat relieved expression. Raymond spoke from behind him.

“I understand, Count. But before I receive orders, I also have something to do.”

“What are you planning to do?”

Though the Duke spoke urgently, Raymond turned away. He turned his face back to glare at Raymond from the corner of his eye. He was displeased that Raymond wasn’t listening to his advice.

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