Resetting Lady - Chapter 119

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“It’s not here….”

Even after searching for a long time, it’s nowhere to be seen. Even after rummaging through every corner of the room, it’s not there. Come to think of it, she hadn’t paid attention to it in the garden this time. She must have left it behind in her previous life. Karen slumped her body onto the bed. It wasn’t visible. It’s gone. Since when has it been missing? After falling from the tower, when she had died?

No.

Karen remembers the day before when she had rushed to Nancy, claiming she would keep her promise, pulling the gun barrel with one hand and the trigger with the other.

She had been too excited about one of the major conditions being overturned to pay attention to it. It was Karen’s own mistake.

“I lost it….”

The thing she had carried around for 100 years had disappeared. Karen felt dejected. But after a moment, Karen got up. She couldn’t just sit still because she couldn’t find it.

“…It’s okay.”

She’s okay.

It’s just a coin, nothing particularly special. And it wasn’t just the coin—she had died holding other things in her hand before. The coin itself wasn’t anything particularly different. It was regrettable, but it wasn’t a big problem in itself. Nancy just needs to tell Dulan the numbers like before.

The important thing isn’t the coin itself.

What’s important is that Dulan knows about it.

“Tell Dulan the numbers written on the coin?”

Karen thought that someday it would be her holding that thing in her hand. But she doesn’t remember clearly. Since when had she been carrying it? She doesn’t know. But the fact that Dulan knows about it means he’s involved in some way.

“What is he?”

Just how much does Dulan know?

How much of this has he planned?

Why does he know about the coin that she’s never told anyone about?

What is he thinking?

Questions swirl in her head.

“How many do I have?”

Karen counts the number of bullets.

And she thinks about Dulan. First, let’s capture Dulan and torture him by cutting off his fingers one by one. Then he’ll confess. How should she corner him? Should she drug him and drag him here?

A man’s body weight is heavier than expected. Even dragging Thomas’s corpse straight to the basement was quite difficult. Where and how would be the best way to drag Dulan here?

Dulan hasn’t arrived yet. Dulan won’t remember her this time either. Then let’s drag him into the room again.

Karen slowly raised her hand and pondered how best to deal with Dulan. The true comfort that Dulan had spoken of never came to her. He must pay the price.

“You’re dead.”

She lightly chews on her killing intent.

The revived Karen realized she was overflowing with motivation. Let’s move diligently with this momentum. Thinking too deeply will only lead to despair. Let’s grasp hope and move forward.

Karen encouraged herself and pulled up the corners of her mouth.

Let’s smile.

But Karen felt a pang in one corner of her heart about losing the coin. A small sense of loss crept in. It was an emotion as small as a single coin, but too difficult to ignore.

* * *

The same birthday gathering. The birthday of a lord’s daughter far from the capital isn’t such a grand affair. The same people, the same food, the same music. But there is something different. Karen herself. Karen was waiting for Dulan with wide eyes. A dagger was loaded on one leg under her skirt, and a gun on the other leg.

Since Nancy succeeded, there’s no reason Dulan couldn’t. Nancy is cooperating with her in her own way, isn’t she? Dulan was also in that kind of relationship with her, so she believes he will cooperate with her too.

If not, the gun will help her.

“Are you really going to do this?”

“Just secure them properly.”

Nancy, with a face half frightened and half incredulous, secured those things to both of Karen’s thighs.

“I can pull this out properly, right?”

“Yes….”

Karen put her hand in and pulled. It didn’t come out properly. Karen and Nancy struggled for a long time and barely managed to secure the gun.

“It’s hard to breathe….”

“It can’t be helped. We have to connect it to the corset and secure it so it won’t fall off.”

“Ugh….”

Karen felt suffocated by the tightening corset. Perhaps because Nancy was nervous, it was a little different from usual. The gun attached to her leg was cumbersome, and she didn’t like her hairstyle either. The corset was also too tight.

Karen resolved to pay Dulan back for this as well.

Once caught, she’ll snap his neck.

And then a familiar voice pierced her ears.

“Ka, Karen Hyer. Would you make that face even if your hu…sband came?”

He’s here!

Karen let out a cheer. She hadn’t been this happy to see him in a hundred years. Karen suppressed the urge to shout “Perfect timing!” and answered.

“Not yet.”

“…Fian, cé.”

“Anyway, not yet.”

What is Dulan? He was Karen’s fiancé.

Despite being his fiancée’s birthday, his appearance in black priestly robes looked more like he was attending a funeral rather than celebrating a birthday. People around whispered about him again, and he couldn’t maintain his composure, glaring at his surroundings.

There didn’t seem to be any hidden aspect to that appearance. Dulan was just ordinarily pathetic.

“Wha, what are you doing.”

Karen pulled at his clothes. This time too, his clothes smelled of rain. And at the hem of his clothes, there was still moisture from wiped-off mud. And there’s a faint smell of wine. Had he been drinking? Karen glares up at Dulan who is glaring down at her. Their eyes meet.

“You, you probably know what I’m… thinking.”

The current Dulan couldn’t possibly know what Karen is thinking.

He was an assistant that Catherine had assigned to Karen. Catherine wanted Karen to experience true love. Nancy said he had administered sedatives to Karen. Most of the food she ate came from recipes he had sent.

“….”

She wants to drag him away and kill him right now. She wants to torture him and make him spit out the truth. She wants to scream at him to stop his suspicious attitude.

Karen thinks. She suspects him.

“Let go….”

Karen realized she was grabbing Dulan by the collar.

“Excuse me.”

Karen noticed people around them were watching and let go. But she couldn’t help grinding her teeth.

The music started. Karen gritted her teeth and took Dulan’s hand.

“This time, true comfort.”

He says the exact same words as before. He doesn’t remember. Karen led him combatively.

How will I die this time?

What kind of comfort were you talking about?

The meeting with Raymond has to wait another month. Dulan repeats with the same face. Karen wanted to tear apart his unchanging face.

The music ended.

“I, I, I won’t ask you to love me, Karen Hyer. We’ve… been watching each other… from before.”

The fact that we’ve been watching each other from before is probably just your own delusion. Karen continues to glare at him. Every single word he said grated on her. Now that she listened, he was probing her memory in this way.

While making the face of a man cowered by inferiority complex, while making a face that reads the situation, he was examining and inspecting her face.

Karen felt the unpleasant sensation of bugs crawling around.

But she must endure it.

“At, at least smile.”

Why should I smile in front of you? Maybe you’re….

Karen bared her teeth and smiled fiercely. And she spat out what he was going to say.

“I can’t stand being treated like a fool.”

“….”

Dulan stopped talking.

The one who was really treating someone like a fool wasn’t her, but him.

Karen recalls the time when she thought marriage to Dulan might be the answer. But that wasn’t the answer. And she can’t know how much he knows.

He never told Karen everything, not even once. He always stuttered, pretended to be naive, sedated her, disposed of corpses, and made her fall from the tower.

Who are you?

Karen holds back what she wants to ask. Let’s think about what she should do now. Let’s do what she can do now.

“Come to my room tonight.”

Then Dulan frowned. It wasn’t anger or cursing.

“…Are you going to lock the door and release the dogs?”

“Ha.”

“Damn it, you did that on your tenth birthday.”

Look at this detestable priest. He knows that Karen doesn’t remember and is testing her. He knew. While knowing.

“Let’s go right now.”

But Karen knows what he’s like. He harbors lust, after all. No matter how he looks at Karen, that much is certain. He will follow Karen’s words.

“I don’t understand.”

Karen pressed close to him. Then she checked beside her leg.

A lady always has a secret weapon.

* * *

Karen tied up Dulan and sat on top of him. As soon as Dulan entered the room, Karen immediately pointed her gun at his head. Dulan glared up at Karen from below as if he would devour her.

“…You’re, you’re insane. Get, get… get off.”

There was a brief commotion, but he was captured more easily than expected. Karen grabbed the hair of the man pinned beneath her.

“Why am I insane?”

“…”

What would be the best way to handle this man who keeps his mouth shut even in this situation?

“I know you made a deal with Mother.”

Thud.

Karen grabbed Dulan’s hair and slammed his head against the floor. Blood flowed from Dulan’s forehead. A weak groan was heard, but he didn’t seem to be in great pain. Karen really wanted to inflict real suffering on him.

“…Listen here. I’m going to make a really annoying hypothesis.”

“Un, untie this.”

Karen gripped his hair tightly. She wanted to see this man cry and suffer. Murderous intent and malice boiled up within her. But before that, she had to get confirmation from him. Karen needed to hear an answer from him.

“Listen carefully. I’m the one asking questions. You’re the one answering. Got it?”

“…Crazy.”

“I told you to shut your mouth.”

Karen dug her nails into his scalp. Dulan fell silent.

“You know, Mother got pregnant with me and apparently this damn repetition stopped.”

“…”

“But I’ve never been pregnant once.”

“…”

“I’m infertile, and because of that I thought I’d live like this forever…”

“…”

“I’ve never been pregnant once. Not with any man I’ve scraped together.”

She was frustrated. She despaired. She was endlessly consumed by grief. But she decided not to do that anymore.

Karen pressed the gun barrel against Dulan’s temple. Karen suspects.

How far is he connected? Why does he know that Karen has the coin?

What is the price he’s supposed to receive from Catherine? And if her suspicions are correct, then he.

“But… but you know.”

Suspicion.

“The fact that I’m infertile.”

Karen pressed the gun barrel hard.

“If you administered sedatives to me, wouldn’t it be entirely possible to make me infertile too?”

After a long moment, Dulan looked up at Karen and spoke. But his answer was evasive.

“…I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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