Resetting Lady - Chapter 117

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00. Resetting lady

The beginning is always the same.

Gray sky, drizzling rain, a muddy garden where nothing has grown yet. Chilling air and dirty pajamas. The wound on my neck stings.

“…As expected, it starts right away.”

Karen looks at the sky while touching her aching neck. The dawn sky was dark and gloomy. But Karen knew there was hope within it. One thing that had never changed had changed. Then other things could change too.

Karen walked to the corridor. And shook her head. Her memories were fragmentary and broken. Her memories still hadn’t properly returned. Even in her past life, no, her life before last, when she was completely separated from Nancy for eleven years, it was the same.

What would change when her memories properly returned? She wasn’t sure about that either. But the fact that things had changed remained unchanged. Just as there were stars and sun beyond the rainy sky. Her enemy was immutable. But time was infinite. She would eventually find the answer.

Creak.

Karen opened the door. A bonfire was burning. It was a warm room with thick furs hanging. She changed out of her wet clothes. Karen felt hope enveloping her even in the eerie trembling.

The same, yet different.

She had gained many truths along with murder.

Karen picked up a pen.

My name is Karen Hyer.

Names have meaning. It’s fine. This time, or next time, or the time after that. Whether it takes 10 years or 30 years, she would challenge until the end. She would do her best to challenge death.

She had not entered inside the book.

She had been deceived for 100 years.

She would not be deceived anymore.

“My name.”

Her name was Karen Hyer.

She was complete with that name.

Karen touched the letters she had written with her fingertips. Ink smeared on her fingertips and the letters blurred.

* * *

Karen tucked the gun away and put on her outer clothes. And picked up a lamp. It was still dawn. And she had to move at this time. The faster she moved, the better. She knew all too well that the corridor would be empty at this time.

“So… first, the study.”

Karen thought of the notebook in the study that she had glimpsed when the fire broke out. A notebook that stood out oddly among books with the same cover (probably encyclopedias or something similar).

Karen looked at the study door.

“…Damn.”

As expected, it was locked. Karen remembered that Dulan had taken out the study key from his room for her. But even Dulan hadn’t arrived yet. Then the spare key would be with Father or the housekeeper Helen.

“…”

It was dawn now. She had to wait. No one was awake yet. Karen sighed and turned around.

She had been too hasty after all. Hadn’t she just killed Nancy a moment ago? No, this time she had died to Nancy. Dying once was enough for tonight’s work. At this rate, trying again tomorrow morning wouldn’t be bad either.

“Ugh…”

She really didn’t want to wait. Now Karen knew that if things got tangled up, she could just die right away. There was no need to hesitate. Maybe her patience was disappearing as she got older.

Click.

Karen drew her gun. She aimed the gun at the doorknob and counted silently.

Let’s finish it in one shot.

Bang!

Karen’s shoulder jerked from the recoil. Karen staggered and regained her posture. Karen rubbed her slightly numb hand.

“…Wow.”

Karen was startled by the enormous sound echoing through the corridor. It was too loud. It seemed like someone must have heard it. But Karen sighed as she looked at the corridor where no one came.

Come to think of it, even after repeating several lives, no one had ever woken up today. It seemed like today was just a day when most people slept unusually deeply. Actually, it didn’t matter much now anyway. Karen looked at the doorknob. She would be angry if it didn’t break after all this.

“…Phew.”

Fortunately, the hinge was broken. Karen sighed. She had hit well when shooting people so far, but this was her first time using it this way, so she wasn’t confident. Karen picked up the pieces of the fallen doorknob. It wasn’t completely broken, but it was damaged enough to open the door.

Breaking a doorknob was harder than shooting people to death. Should she practice shooting more diligently next time? Next to Lord Raymond. He would teach her well. Let’s properly learn shooting. What would she say if he asked why she wanted to learn? To kill people?

“Where was it again…”

Karen walked forward. She entered holding a lamp in her hand. Inside the study was dark. Karen raised the lamp high. Catherine’s portrait was visible in the darkness.

“Hello, Mother.”

Karen looked up once and then walked inside. She would eventually meet death like Catherine. If there was change, there could be an end.

“…”

It was definitely above the ladder. Karen grabbed the ladder and climbed up, thinking of the study that had been on fire. She had to climb slowly because she was holding a lamp in one hand. Karen became impatient for no reason. Where is it? Could there be a change where it’s not there this time?

“Ah, there it is.”

Just because Karen’s time had been reversed didn’t mean what existed would disappear. Karen reached out and picked up the notebook. It was a notebook that stood alone differently among consecutively same designs. The cover made of black leather had no markings.

Karen opened the notebook while standing on the ladder. It was a bit uncomfortable because she was using one hand.

“…”

There was writing inside the notebook. Fortunately, it wasn’t just blank paper. Karen slowly turned the pages.

I’m pregnant. Now it’s the end.

“…”

Pregnancy and the end. Was that the meaning she was thinking of? Karen closed her eyes once and opened them. Let’s not think about it yet. Mother had passed on the regression by becoming pregnant with her. But maybe it meant something else. Really, maybe going to an unknown place, or obtaining some object.

Karen turned to the next page.

I have no appetite. I want to eat fruit.

This time it was an ordinary story about symptoms after pregnancy. It seemed like something Karen would never experience. Karen turned the page again.

Flip.

Prince Guiz came again. That bastard. Die.

Flip.

“…”

Nothing.

Karen turned the page again. And opened the very last page of the book.

Still nothing.

“…Ah, really!”

Karen threw the diary to the floor. It was empty. Catherine was definitely quite a lazy person. The diary only had a few pages written at the beginning, and even that was soon all empty. She had stopped writing the diary.

“Mother!”

Karen came down the ladder, fuming and angry. She had expected with excitement, but the diary was completely empty.

“That’s too much, really!”

Karen looked at the diary that had fallen to the floor and stamped her foot. She was disappointed. When she saw it in the house that was on fire, she thought there would be something, but there was nothing.

“Damn…”

Karen roughly picked up the diary that had fallen to the floor and shoved it anywhere. She resisted the urge to tear it apart. And she pouted while looking at Catherine hanging high in the study. She was angry.

“That’s really too much.”

Shouldn’t she help a little and live long before leaving? If Catherine had experienced the same thing as herself, she had expected her to leave the most detailed records possible. But there was nothing left. As a mother, as a senior in life, she lacked sincerity.

Karen burst with frustration. She wouldn’t do that. She would do her best to…

“…If it were me.”

But Karen soon realized that she didn’t write in her diary diligently either. If she died right after giving birth to a daughter, her daughter would also curse her for being lazy.

“No, but my situation is different…”

Because she died every year, there was no point in keeping records. Records didn’t remain, so one coin that recorded the count was the end. Karen defended herself that way. She was a bit embarrassed, but still couldn’t contain her rising anger.

“…”

But getting angrier at the portrait was also draining.

Karen plopped down on the floor. There might be dust, but that didn’t bother her. Karen lay down completely. It was too dark to see the portrait properly. Karen lay there thinking. How would it be best to move? What should she do now?

“…”

Despite the gunshot, the manor was quiet. Today must just be that kind of day. The first night that didn’t change much.

The diary was a bust. No writing remained. Then what should she do now?

“…Obviously.”

Karen got up. She seemed to be restless because she was too excited that something had changed.

“Dulan.”

“Now true comfort will come.”

Karen had thought that just before dying. Maybe this time she could really die. But that wasn’t it. What had changed was the day of death. Something had changed, but it was hard to call that comfort.

“What kind of comfort is that?”

Karen fiddled with her gun. Karen had seen her burned house intact, and immediately after keeping her promise with Nancy, she searched for the diary but gained nothing significant. Comfort and what not. Now it was the first day when Dulan hadn’t even come to the manor yet. Let’s think about what she could do. The diary was useless. Then.

“I really…”

If there were no records, naturally it was people. Karen reloaded her gun. She had to find out information from other people.

Actually, she should have done this from the beginning… Karen realized that she was a bit excited and her actions were all over the place. But it was still okay. Now she didn’t need to stay in this life for the remaining period because of clumsy mistakes. If she made a mistake, she’d just put a bullet in her head and commit suicide right away.

“Of course, the first one is… naturally.”

Karen walked back to Nancy’s room, which she had just visited moments before. She had kept her promise, so now it was time to do what she needed to do.

“Oh right, if I kill you this time, do I have to die again next time?”

Karen pondered while holding the gun. But she shook her head. She had already died many times, so surely that would be enough consideration.

Knock knock.

It was different from when she had pounded forcefully before. Karen, who had calmed down somewhat, knocked persistently on the door instead of banging roughly. Knock knock knock knock, until it opened. After a longer time passed, the door slowly opened and a grumbling voice came out.

“Miss, it’s still dawn…”

Nancy opened the door with a face full of irritation and fatigue. Then she rubbed her eyes as she looked at Karen. It was exactly the same situation as before. And she said the exact same words as before.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

I did have a nightmare. In fact, I’m still having a nightmare right now. But I’m going to greet a new morning now. And she will have to help.

“Yeah, shall we go to my room?”

“M-miss… what is that?”

Nancy asked while trembling. Karen found her question rather amusing.

“You know what it is. Just so you know, if you make any loud noise, I’ll shoot you right in the face.”

Karen smiled brightly as she pointed the pistol at Nancy’s face. Nancy clamped her mouth shut. She seemed to be fully awake now. Karen held up one finger in a shushing gesture and slowly dragged her out of the room.

“We have quite a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

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