Resetting Lady - Chapter 121

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“Listen properly.”

“Yes.”

It would be inevitable to feel superior to someone who thinks they can manipulate your mind. That’s why her attitude is so casual. But Karen didn’t have enough leisure to tolerate Nancy acting that way.

“If it sounds like a joke, I might cut off one of your fingers before we start. Do you think Father would punish me for that? Or do you think he’d cover it up?”

“….”

“Do it properly.”

“Yes.”

Correcting attitudes is also part of a master’s job, but having to catch every single thing like this every time is nauseating.

Every time she threatens Nancy at gunpoint, and when Dulan comes a few days later, she lures him to her room, tries to kill Dulan, and ends up dying to Bowen.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to kill Dulan if I killed Bowen first?”

“How would you kill him?”

“I’ll have to think about it from now.”

Nancy shook her head at Karen.

“Please don’t do that.”

“I won’t listen to talk about murder being bad.”

“No, that’s not it.”

Nancy spoke more realistically.

“Bowen’s personality is really awful. His hands are dirty too.”

“I heard he’s a butcher.”

“Yes. But there are rumors… that he didn’t just kill animals, but also disposed of people. You know the servants and maids don’t get along well, right?”

“Yeah.”

“One of the causes is Bowen. He’s fundamentally sinister. He dresses neatly and cleanly, but in the past, he was really much worse.”

Nancy went on for a long time after that, complaining about Bowen.

Bowen doesn’t listen well except to Dulan or the Lord’s words. From stories about how he doesn’t work properly himself but criticizes others when they don’t work properly, to how he sometimes drinks and takes out his anger on the hunting dogs.

Later, she even mentioned how he frequently goes to the bathroom to dump work on other people. After hearing a whole litany of complaints among the servants, Karen’s conclusion was simple.

‘These guys really don’t get along.’

Karen remembered Bowen’s skill in immediately and ruthlessly dismembering Nancy’s body under the pretense of disposing of her corpse. Later, (probably) Dulan seemed to have reattached the limbs for a simple funeral, but there was clear malice in that dismemberment.

Karen couldn’t quite understand why they had such a bad relationship while working together, but Nancy went on for a long time about what a bastard Bowen was.

“So what do you ultimately want to say?”

“If you want to kill Bowen, I’m all for it. But first, it will be physically difficult for you. Second, it was Bowen who kept reporting Miss Karen’s actions to Lord Dulan.”

“Wasn’t it just you?”

“At least two people. There was serious friction because of that. That pervert kept observing things like Miss’s underwear while pretending not to.”

“….”

She learned things she didn’t want to know. After dying four times in a row by having her head smashed by Bowen, Karen no longer wanted to get involved with him.

“Drawing Dulan out separately is still the most convenient.”

But it had been of no use so far.

Karen bit her pen again and fell deep in thought.

“Miss.”

“Yeah?”

“Killing Bowen isn’t the goal.”

“…Right. What’s important isn’t him. It’s Dulan.”

She wanted to torture Dulan to make him confess the truth. But it wasn’t helping at all. He wasn’t afraid of death. That made Karen certain he was the target.

Killing Dulan itself wasn’t difficult. But getting the truth from him was difficult.

“Do you not want to die right after killing Lord Dulan?”

“No, that’s not really a problem… I’m just dissatisfied that I can’t even take out my anger on Dulan’s corpse before starting over.”

Karen answered.

“Then please endure for now. It’s not the right time.”

Nancy said this while making Karen lie down.

“Shall I tell you an old story?”

“If it’s brainwashing, forget it.”

“Yes.”

Karen smiled bitterly as she watched Nancy leave and pulled the blanket up to her head.

And she realized.

Nancy ultimately didn’t trust her.

She was just trying to dissuade her from committing murder even now.

Going around in circles like that.

Was Dulan the only one who truly believed in her?

Karen really didn’t like that fact.

Why won’t he speak?

* * *

“How about telling me one truth for each time you sleep with me?”

“Hmm, hmm, lewd women fall to hell and…”

“…Wow, really.”

Karen had called Dulan to another location. This time it wasn’t a birthday. A day when Bowen was absent. It was a day when he had gone on an errand far away. She just had to eliminate risk factors from the start.

“Please endure. It’s not the right time.”

Nancy had said that. But the time was now. She couldn’t predict where Bowen would go at all, but Karen knew most of the servants’ schedules. So she went to Dulan when they were away.

“…You’re the one who followed me?”

Karen was amazed looking at Dulan who had followed her at just one word.

“Those, those, those who succumb to temptation and lewd women can never be the same…”

“…This is the fifth time.”

Karen was truly fed up. Actually, Bowen wasn’t the problem. Cause and effect was the problem. The problem was Dulan. Dulan didn’t say anything special whether tortured, slept with, or killed.

“….”

Would it be different if she cut off his lower parts?

Karen stared at Dulan’s lower body. Then she slowly tore Dulan’s monk’s robe from top to bottom with a knife.

“Wha, wha, what.”

Dulan stammers. Would he be more scared this time? Karen looks at his exposed body with the knife. It was truly unsightly. It would be better if he kept his clothes on.

“Let’s talk before I cut it off and stuff it in your mouth. I don’t find this particularly fun either.”

“…I, I truly… tell you…”

This time too.

But this time she might be able to take out her anger after killing Dulan. Karen raised the knife high.

Creak.

“Karen! What are you doing right now!”

“….”

Karen’s eyes met with the man who opened the door and entered. It was a man she hadn’t expected.

“…Father.”

It was Lord Hyer, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. Karen felt strange seeing his face. When was the last time she properly saw his face? The last time she saw his face.

She remembers his face dangling from a rope.

“Please leave.”

“What are you trying to do if I leave now!”

“….”

I’m going to kill Dulan.

But Karen knew she shouldn’t say those words. She wasn’t that far gone. So Karen pondered. What should she say in this situation? Something embarrassing to show Father? But that also seemed like an equally insane excuse.

“…We’ve been… playing sword fights since we were young…”

A poor excuse flowed out. Karen knew she was saying something stupid. But perhaps because she had died so strangely often that she lost her sense of reality, she couldn’t think of a better excuse than that.

She should just shoot herself in the head when the Lord leaves. Karen decided that.

Thud.

The gun rolled from Karen’s bosom to the floor.

“….”

“….”

“…So that’s also for gunfights…”

This isn’t right. Karen held the knife and pondered. What should I say?

“L-L-Lord. Please… spare me.”

Karen was exasperated watching Dulan instantly simplify the situation and tightened her grip. Just die already.

Thwack.

“…Stop it.”

“…Yes.”

Karen sighed as she answered the Lord who was restraining her.

Another failure.

* * *

Success.

Dulan smiled.

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