Resetting Lady - Chapter 120

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Is this making excuses?

Karen felt anger rising within her. The reason Karen didn’t pull the trigger immediately was because she was aiming at his neck. The fact that pulling it right away would prevent her from hearing anything stopped her.

“I die and come back to life. There’s no way you don’t know.”

Karen spoke through gritted teeth. She had to endure this.

Karen knew Dulan from her past life. Dulan clearly wasn’t that afraid of dying back then. The previous Dulan was proof of that. But the current Dulan was denying it.

“You, you, you’re caught up in… such delusions. That’s why I… studied medicine.”

“You admitted it!”

But it wasn’t getting through. Dulan slowly denied it.

“…It’s, a delu…, delusion.”

Karen kept the gun aimed while drawing a knife and stabbing it into Dulan’s hand. Thud! The knife she thrust with all her strength pierced through his hand. Blood poured out. Dulan’s eyes widened.

“Argh, ah, aaah!”

“Next time I’ll cut off your fingers.”

“Ha, haah.”

Dulan exhaled heavily. Karen brought her face close to the man catching his breath beneath her. Dulan met her gaze.

“Dulan… Dulan, darling?”

“…Crazy.”

Karen slightly shook the part where the knife was embedded. And she glared down at him from above.

“I’ve been married to you before, and I’ve broken off our engagement too?”

Their bodies were pressed close together. Seeing him panting and bleeding, Karen felt like she had become a thug. How amusing.

“Ha.”

“But you haven’t done anything.”

And she pulled out the knife. Dulan’s body writhed. Karen pressed down on Dulan with her whole body.

“Until I killed someone, that is.”

“…”

“Hmm, or not? Anyway, last time you said all sorts of things to me.”

“…Ka, Karen Hyer. You’re crazy. Let, let go of this…”

Stab.

Karen stabbed again. Thinking Dulan might scream, she covered his mouth with a pillow. Karen watched the man convulsing violently between her legs.

Even in this situation, he wouldn’t properly open his mouth. Karen twisted the embedded knife. She enjoyed the man’s trembling. Thinking of him from before made it feel strange. Back then too, he ultimately never spoke properly until the end.

“Dulan, from now on instead of stabbing, I’m going to cut your body little by little.”

Maybe someday something other than moans would come out.

“How many fingers will you have left before you open your mouth?”

“…”

“I’ll find out by cutting.”

In her previous life, he knew about Karen’s repetition. And about the coin too. Karen pressed the knife against Dulan’s fourth finger. Dulan struggled even more violently.

“…Argh, ah.”

“Don’t make too much noise.”

Karen pressed the gun barrel hard against his neck. The trembling of his Adam’s apple was transmitted through the gun. Dulan writhed violently.

“…”

Dulan glared at Karen. Karen removed the pillow that had been covering Dulan’s mouth.

“You, you’re sick.”

Stab.

She seemed to hear an inaudible scream.

“Do you really think I’m an idiot?”

“…”

Karen thought about how ridiculous they would look if someone saw them right now. She would look like a crazy woman. A woman torturing a poor doctor, a pitiful fiancé.

Dulan didn’t speak. He said Karen was crazy. He seemed like a truly normal priest who believed nothing.

“Answer… You have to answer. Why won’t you speak properly? Why?”

Karen pressed the gun under Dulan’s chin. But that was useless too. He continued to deny everything.

“Dulan.”

Karen forcefully pulled up Dulan’s hair. His face contorted and his mouth naturally opened.

Wow.

Really.

Karen was genuinely angry. She knew how she must look. She knew what this situation was like. She knew too well how she must appear, and it made her so angry she could go crazy.

This was different from Nancy. No matter how thin Dulan was, he was still a young man in his prime.

It was different from Guiz too. With Prince Guiz, it was when he was focused on something else, and Donna was holding him down.

It was difficult for Karen to overpower Dulan. Karen realized several times that she had made mistakes. At the door, when tying him up, on top of him.

Dulan had several opportunities to overpower Karen. But he didn’t.

“This…”

Karen realized he was essentially playing with her right now. This wasn’t a real threat to him. That’s why he could act like this. She was like a toy to him. And yet he was acting like this, as if he were the victim. As if he were an innocent doctor. For 100 years.

Her vision seemed to turn white with rage.

“I’ve lived for 100 years now. You think I won’t shoot you?”

“…Doing this… isn’t good… for you.”

That was the end. Karen felt something snap in her head.

Bang!

A loud explosion rang out. Karen put the gun in Dulan’s mouth and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered around the room. Karen looked down at the fallen Dulan.

“…You bastard.”

Dulan still wasn’t dead. His eyes had rolled back. Blood flowed endlessly. His lips twitched.

“What, what are you saying?”

Karen urgently brought her ear close. Dulan’s mouth was moving. She had to hear it. When Karen got close to Dulan, Dulan grabbed Karen’s neck. Karen momentarily thought he was going to strangle her. But he wasn’t.

Dulan grabbed Karen’s neck and pulled her close to his lips. Blood flowed endlessly. He spoke with his mouth movements.

‘…See you next time.’

Dulan collapsed. The corners of his lips were strangely raised. Karen pushed away his hand and stood up.

“…Ha!”

A corpse that had already stopped breathing lay sprawled. Now this version of him could tell her no information.

“…Damn.”

Ah, damn. She should have tortured him before killing him. Karen retied her disheveled hair. Her mind was in chaos. She needed to organize her thoughts.

“Damn…”

What now? She thought she could get answers from him since Dulan mentioned comfort, but “this Dulan” seemed different from the previous Dulan.

There was no comfort or anything else. This Dulan was just thoroughly toying with Karen. He didn’t even properly say whether he knew anything or not.

Was Dulan the mastermind behind all this? From where? Why? And what was the right thing to do in this situation? How could she find hope? What should she do about that man who escaped through death?

“…Let’s vent my anger first.”

Karen picked up the fallen knife. She was so angry she didn’t know what to do. Anger wasn’t good for health. She should at least vent her anger on Dulan’s body before dying. Karen decided.

And at that moment,

“Priest!”

Karen felt something strike her head hard. Her vision went black. Something warm continuously covered her face.

* * *

The beginning was always the same. Gray sky, drizzling rain. Karen blinked in the garden where nothing had sprouted.

What is this.

“…”

Karen had died.

It was fortunate that she died and restarted immediately. Karen realized that as soon as she killed Dulan, someone had killed her. How futile.

“…Haha…”

A hollow laugh escaped.

Karen was amazed by the absurdly quick death.

This time she had killed Dulan. And soon someone else killed her.

“Priest!”

And that voice was one she knew. How were the connections tangled without her knowing?

“What’s the relationship between Bowen and Dulan?”

Nancy obediently answered while looking at Karen who was pointing a gun at her.

“She said she’s been loyal to Priest Dulan ever since he healed Bowen’s mother.”

I thought he was just a servant. Had she been too complacent? Karen sighed and asked more.

“What did he do before?”

“He was a butcher.”

“…Birds of a feather flock together.”

No wonder he wasn’t particularly surprised when he saw her kill Mrs. Deere. Karen had just giggled because she found it amusing at the time, but looking back, his behavior wasn’t exactly normal.

“If you act like this, miss, it only makes things tiresome for us.”

Would a typical servant grumble like that and casually clean up a corpse and lie? Normally they would scream or not know what to do, or report it. Karen was just a lord’s daughter, not a princess of the kingdom or anything.

But Bowen’s behavior was that of someone who had seen something utterly predictable. He had expected that Karen might do such a thing.

If Donna had seen her, or even if Nancy had seen her, they wouldn’t have thought to handle it so naturally.

“How much does Dulan know?”

“Well, I’m not sure…?”

No matter how much he was hired and ordered to handle whatever actions she took, it would be hard to expect that Karen would kill people.

“I’m kinder than you’d think, you know?”

“…”

“Really. I held back for a long time.”

Hadn’t she endured for 100 years? Karen prided herself on having lasted quite well for 100 years. Not 100 years as an ordinary old person, but 100 years as a seventeen-year-old.

“What on earth does he trust? How far ahead does he have to think to act like that?”

Karen found it difficult to grasp how far ahead Dulan had been planning. But what she needed to do was clear. Her target was right beside her. Perhaps, from the very beginning.

“I’ll have to kill Dulan after all.”

If she tried, she’d probably die. But if she tortured him, she’d eventually get answers. Karen didn’t lose hope.

* * *

And Karen killed Dulan three times and was killed by Bowen three times.

* * *

“What exactly is the problem?”

“Wh… what, what is?”

Nancy asked while looking at the gun pointed at her forehead.

“Ah, sorry. I forgot.”

Karen remembered that she had already finished talking with “this Nancy” and lowered her gun. With the interval from start to death shortened so drastically, her memories were even more jumbled. Karen wrapped her arm around Nancy’s trembling shoulders to comfort her.

“Don’t shake. It’s unpleasant thinking about Dulan.”

“Y-yes.”

Karen still didn’t particularly like Nancy. Her memories being so scattered was also because of Nancy and Dulan before her.

But there was no one else like Nancy to share these things with. Karen shook her head and said.

“I was killed by Bowen three times.”

“Ah… yes…”

The response was quite unsatisfactory.

“…Didn’t you say you believed me?”

“I do believe you. Really, really, I swear on money.”

“You talk well for someone with a loose mouth.”

Karen scolded Nancy and threw one of the silver coins from the bed. Nancy caught it quickly despite trembling.

“I want to kill Dulan.”

“Do you think Priest Dulan knows the truth?”

“Yeah, finally last time I even cut off Dulan’s finger but he still didn’t say much.”

“…I think I really did educate you wrong, miss. I didn’t raise you like this.”

“Nancy.”

When she called her name, Nancy made an “ah” face and straightened her posture again.

“You tried to kill Priest Dulan but failed. So what now?”

“…”

Karen held back a sigh. She could feel that Nancy was also subtly looking down on her.

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