Resetting Lady - Chapter 118

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Nancy’s trembling story was exactly what Karen had expected.

Catherine had brought Nancy to Karen, who continued to be depressed. And she made her think she was living in a fairy tale.

“Why?”

“Rather than getting pregnant and having children, she wanted you to see new things. She seemed to want you to live a more pure and beautiful life.”

It seemed she had spoken more bluntly and honestly to those she commanded rather than to Father. Karen chewed her lips and said.

“…I don’t understand.”

Karen muttered while pointing her gun. She couldn’t understand it. Why make her take such a roundabout path? Why create such a situation? To Karen, Catherine’s actions weren’t consideration.

“But at the time, Miss, you became extremely anxious and depressed after hearing that story.”

“Getting pregnant, giving birth, dying—is that my life’s goal? Is that all there is?”

That crying moved Catherine. And it completely turned Karen’s life upside down.

“Over something so trivial…”

Catherine shouldn’t have done that. Karen felt like crying. Even if it was an unpleasant truth, she shouldn’t have twisted it like that. Catherine should have just told Karen the truth.

But now Karen could vaguely guess why Catherine had acted that way.

Catherine must have been exhausted because of Prince Guiz too. The diary that Karen had irritably thrown away was extremely insincere, but even there, the anger toward Prince Guiz was clear.

Guiz came again. That bastard. Die.

Grandmother was a duchess, grandmother was a countess, mother was a viscountess. The titles dropped exponentially. The women chose men arbitrarily by their own standards.

Grandmother married a duke, but Catherine married a viscount. It didn’t seem likely that the prince had properly proposed to her. Karen knew well that Prince Guiz wasn’t the romantic that society claimed him to be. His courtship of Catherine would have been violent too.

Perhaps Mother didn’t love Father either. Maybe she didn’t love anyone and just married whoever was given to her. Maybe Father was Mother’s best option.

Prince Guiz would have continued visiting even after marriage. That wouldn’t have brought Catherine any joy. Just annoyance. Royal courtship was violence, not love. Catherine had no choice, only escape after escape. Perhaps her daughter Karen’s crying pushed her even further.

To truly let her choose only love.

All of this was just Karen’s speculation. But Karen thought that Catherine must have put her own wishes into those stories she whispered to her.

The perfect love story she herself could never obtain.

But that was wrong from the beginning. Karen was infertile. Her plan was as flimsy as a sandcastle before waves.

Karen would continue to… Karen shook her head. This time something was different. It could be different in the future too.

“…Maybe what Mother was thinking doesn’t matter now.”

Nancy seemed a little surprised by Karen’s answer.

“Is that so? She’d be hurt if she heard that.”

Who cares.

Karen ignored her reproachful tone and asked the main point.

“Can you restore my memories?”

“Probably?”

Nancy answered.

“How?”

“First, please untie this.”

Click.

“Really…”

Nancy said with a tearful expression. Karen pondered. Memories were returning sporadically. Nancy was whimpering like that, but she wasn’t so weak that she couldn’t overpower Karen lying still. She was also a woman who had killed Karen before.

“Don’t touch my body anymore.”

Karen was sick of it. She was tired of the darkness. She was fed up with digging for truth.

“My memory hasn’t completely returned. But it keeps coming back.”

Nancy urged in a subtle voice.

“Rather than waiting longer, wouldn’t it come back faster with my help?”

If anything would help, should she extract what she could from her? She could die quickly anyway now.

“…But I won’t untie you.”

“I really won’t do anything.”

“How can I trust you?”

Nancy thought for a moment, pondered, then suggested.

“You can pay me more money.”

“…You’re really shameless.”

At Karen’s words, Nancy seemed determined to be openly shameless. She straightened her chest and spoke clearly.

“I only move for money. If you pay more than what the Lord offered, I’ll cooperate fully.”

That sounds reasonable.

Karen knew that Nancy had rather bad sticky fingers. Nancy was deft and did her work well, but she couldn’t stay long at other places and got kicked out. It was because of sticky fingers that even hypnosis couldn’t overcome. Nancy would keep stuffing things she coveted into her own pockets.

Come to think of it now, the Hyer family overlooked this because they needed Nancy’s hypnosis.

“…You stole Isella’s necklace too.”

Why hadn’t she suspected Nancy? Karen thought about it. Surely on that day when Isella cried, Nancy had been slapped by Isella.

“Who is Isella?”

Hasn’t she appeared yet? Karen ignored Nancy’s question and answered.

“Fine, I’ll give you ten silver coins first.”

Nancy’s eyes widened. That was three months’ wages for her.

“How can you, Miss?”

“By stealing Dad’s key.”

“Even I couldn’t go that far…”

“If you succeed, it’s ten gold coins.”

Nancy’s eyes burned with strong determination.

The contract was established. But those eyes quickly cooled. Nancy muttered again with a flustered face.

“P-please trust me…”

Karen listened to the repeatedly spoken words and inhaled the incense over and over, but nothing more came to mind.

“Still not working?”

Karen fingered her gun.

“I’ll try again.”

But still nothing changed.

Knock knock.

“Who is it?”

“What have you two been doing all day?”

The stern voice of Helen the housekeeper was heard. Karen quickly shouted.

“I have something to discuss with Nancy!”

“Miss, Dulan will be coming in a few days, and there’s a lot to prepare. Tell her to come out quickly.”

Nancy answered quietly.

“I also have quite a bit of work to do.”

While gesturing that she should go out through the door. Karen was dumbfounded and answered.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh, I really want to help you recover your memories, Miss. If that doesn’t work… there’s no answer, right…”

Karen got annoyed and reloaded her pistol. She didn’t know why this woman was so unhelpful. Should she just kill her and start over?

“Ah, Miss, wait a moment.”

Nancy said urgently. Indeed, people say anything when desperate. Karen giggled inwardly while speaking expressionlessly.

“What.”

“I believe you!”

“Believe it or not.”

“No, no. Let me speak assuming I believe you.”

She watched Nancy desperately squeeze out an answer. Nancy racked her brain.

“Miss, if you’re really 117? 8? That age, then it’s hard to restore memories.”

“Why.”

“Because so much time has passed that you can’t remember. No one can undo brainwashing that’s been repeated for 100 years.”

“…Think of a way.”

Karen gritted her teeth. But Nancy shook her head.

“There’s no answer except waiting slowly and trying like other real elderly people.”

If she killed Nancy again, would she be dragged to court again? Karen suppressed her irritation. She hadn’t been revived for long.

“In the end, you’re not helpful.”

“But if you pay me, Miss, I’ll do my best to help.”

After a long sigh, Karen released Nancy. Whether she’d kill her again next time or whatever. There was no choice for now. Karen decided to think about something other than killing for the moment.

Nancy rubbed her bound wrists and then grabbed Karen’s hair.

“What?”

“I need to brush your hair.”

Karen sat obediently. Nancy looked at Karen’s gun and sighed.

“Are you going to keep holding that?”

“Do I look like I trust you right now?”

“Miss, what benefit would I gain from killing you?”

You killed me before, you know? But there was no need to say that much. Karen didn’t say anything more. Nancy didn’t seem to harbor any murderous intent toward Karen, who had even pointed a gun at her.

“I fed you, clothed you, and raised you, so I have some attachment.”

“So that’s why you whispered about countries where black-skinned people are queens?”

“Someday… couldn’t such a country exist? Well, there are fairy tales.”

If she told her not to dream impossible dreams here, they’d really become enemies. Karen didn’t say anything more to Nancy.

The brainwasher and the brainwashed. But those countless days Nancy spoke of had ultimately become the foundation that shaped Karen’s thoughts. Karen knew that finding Nancy disgusting for her black skin like Isella did was ‘normal,’ but she couldn’t think that way.

“I like you in my own way too, Miss.”

“…I see.”

Nancy skillfully arranged Karen’s hair, tightened her corset, and then dressed her. When Karen stood up, Nancy also prepared to leave the room again.

“Miss, by any chance, do you have a coin?”

“What coin.”

“A gold coin.”

“What?”

Karen felt her heart skip a beat for a moment. Even though it was nothing special, she felt that way. Because Nancy had asked about something she had never told anyone.

By gold coin, did she mean the gold coin Karen had been holding before she died?

“Wh-what gold coin?”

“If you don’t know anything about it, that’s fine.”

“…Speak properly.”

“No, it’s nothing really?”

“I’m the one who judges that. Tell me. Properly.”

Nancy spoke again with a intimidated expression.

“Lord Dulan once told me. If you were holding a gold coin with numbers on it, I should tell him immediately.”

“Dulan talked about a coin.”

Karen muttered.

And she held onto Nancy, who was restless because it was time to work, and said.

“First, as soon as Dulan comes, tell him there are numbers on it.”

“Yes, yes.”

Nancy nodded repeatedly. Karen thought about the number. How old was she? How many times had she repeated? No. Karen realized she didn’t need to calculate that.

“The number is… 117.”

It would be more advantageous to say the same number as before.

“Got it? Tell him exactly that.”

“I understand. I’ll tell him that later.”

Karen sat alone in the room after Nancy left and glared at the floor. Karen thought about that coin that had been her only comfort during her repeated lives.

“My coin…”

That coin she had carried for a hundred years. Karen thought about the coin she had been holding onto all this time.

“Where did it go.”

Karen lifted the blanket. She looked on top of the table. And she looked at the floor. It wasn’t there.

Karen tried to recall her memories. She didn’t know. Where could it be.

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