Resetting Lady - Chapter 142

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“Did you send away all the other employees…? Except for that one woman?”

“Well, yes. I don’t need that many people. I learned a lot in the military thanks to you. The clothes fit you well.”

There was a barb in his words. Verdick once again realized that he and Raymond were not on particularly good terms. Even with Isella between them, they could never have become a normal family. Not that he had wanted that either.

Verdick thought about the number of people he had brought with him. Then he shook his head. He was overthinking.

“…”

Verdick changed into the dry clothes Raymond had given him. But he felt no goodwill at all. The clothes Raymond had given him fit perfectly, as if tailored to Verdick’s body. However, those clothes were not meant for Verdick to wear. They were servants’ attire.

“You’re welcome to wear them when you leave.”

“…”

It was humiliating, but he had come here for his daughter. Verdick stood awkwardly, glaring at Raymond, then gave up even that and lowered his eyes. Right now, he was in a thoroughly weak position against Raymond.

“The reason I came here is none other than…”

“I forgot. Please take a seat.”

“…”

Verdick sat in the chair Raymond indicated. Then he waited until Raymond also took his seat.

“…May I smoke my pipe?”

“I don’t like the smell of tobacco. But if you wish, Mr. Verdick, I’ll have to open the window.”

“No, never mind. Lord Raymond, I forgot that I had changed clothes.”

Verdick looked at Raymond’s face and spoke hastily. He still had something to ask of Raymond.

“The reason I came here is none other than needing your permission to investigate shipments.”

“Is that so.”

Raymond stared intently at Verdick. Verdick continued his explanation.

“Lord Raymond, as you know, Isella, your fiancée and my daughter, has been missing for several months now.”

“I know. How regrettable.”

His face showed no regret whatsoever. Raymond’s expression was utterly calm. If anything, that face seemed rather relieved.

Verdick bit his tongue to keep from expanding his thoughts further. If Verdick threw a punch at Raymond’s face here, he would collapse before even getting close. The cooperation with the investigation would naturally be lost as well.

“But I haven’t heard a reason why I should grant you investigation rights over shipments. I understand our relationship has already ended.”

“…Recently, what appears to be my daughter’s hair arrived.”

Verdick took out an envelope from his chest and handed it to Raymond. Raymond received the envelope and opened it.

“…Just because it’s blonde doesn’t guarantee it’s your daughter’s. My hair is also blonde. It’s not that rare.”

“Do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own child’s hair?”

“To me, it just looks like ordinary hair.”

Verdick gritted his teeth. How could he not recognize Isella’s hair? Ordinary blonde hair? No, there was no hair exactly like Isella’s. There were no identical people. There was only one daughter of Verdick Evans in this world.

“Mr. Verdick, you look tired. You’re welcome to stay the night.”

“…Baron Raymond Seyertes.”

“You can just call me Lord.”

Verdick deliberately glared at Raymond. To let him know what he thought of him.

“I learned that shipments passed through this place.”

“I see.”

“I sincerely hope you’ll cooperate with the investigation.”

Raymond met Verdick’s eyes. Then his lips slowly curved into an arc.

“I refuse.”

“What’s the reason?”

“I’m busy these days.”

If Verdick had a gun in his hand, he would have shot Raymond. Verdick glared at Raymond with bloodshot eyes.

* * *

Karen looked down at her teacup.

She had to do what she could do.

Verdick had killed Karen dozens of times so far. That experienced, wealthy, and persistent man was Karen’s lifelong enemy. He was shameless and brazenly honest about his desires, and his revenge was persistent too. He was so persistent that it was hard to avoid even when you knew about it. Whenever Karen thought of him, she felt as if her throat was being strangled and her back itched.

Verdick had saved Karen? What did that matter? Even a murderer could help a crying child to their feet. Even a murderer could throw a coin to a starving beggar. You can’t judge a person by one action.

And Verdick was the type of person who would establish a foundation for tax evasion rather than give coins to beggars. Karen felt disgusted with herself for momentarily thinking of Isella while looking at him and feeling bitter. She was too busy taking care of herself. She had died countless times at that man’s hands.

Raymond had killed someone for Karen. Perhaps many people. Isella would be among them. Feeling bitter about that was sinful.

“…Has everyone finished?”

Karen stood up, looking at Verdick’s sleeping servants.

She had to do what she could do.

Raymond taking Verdick away was surely to deal with him. Then shouldn’t she help with the rest?

The sleeping pills were quite effective. Verdick’s henchmen all readily drank the tea Karen offered without much suspicion. Then they complained about various things.

How Verdick had been acting like a madman since Isella disappeared, how when they thought he had finally calmed down after several months, he went into a frenzy because of the hair that arrived. How they had tried to dissuade him from coming here, but how Verdick glared and caused trouble, not wanting to miss anything.

Such things weren’t important.

What was important was that Verdick was Karen’s enemy, and these were Verdick’s henchmen. Karen pushed the empty teapot away. Then she stood up.

Clatter.

Karen searched through the kitchen. What would be good?

The first thing that caught her eye in the kitchen was a kitchen knife. Karen thought of her own death. Should she stab their necks with this? Where should she stab? The neck would probably be best. But it would definitely be difficult to handle them all at once. Killing them all at once was impossible.

They would be sound asleep for several more hours, so should she drag them one by one? They looked a bit heavy, but if she used all her strength, it wouldn’t be impossible. Let’s kill them in the storehouse where the kitchen meat was dried. If she dragged them one by one, it would be entirely possible.

First, tie them all up and kill them one by one. Stabbing their necks should work. But could she properly cut necks with a kitchen knife? Karen looked at the kitchen knife she was holding. It wasn’t a bad tool, but it wasn’t reliable.

Clatter.

She opened the storehouse door. She could see the meat that was drying. They had all been skinned.

Thud.

Karen tried cutting a deer’s neck as a test. Even though the outer skin had been removed, it didn’t go in properly. She lacked strength. People would definitely wake up in the middle, so this would be difficult. If she could just hang them properly on hooks it would work, but Karen wasn’t confident. This wasn’t enough after all. She needed something sharper and more powerful.

“…As expected.”

Karen understood Verdick. Among non-gun weapons, what she liked most was an axe. With an axe, even if she lacked strength, it would be sufficiently threatening. An axe could properly sever the neck of a lying person.

Kitchen knife, saw, axe… Where was the axe? Karen looked for an axe. A kitchen knife wasn’t a very good tool. If she stabbed a thigh with a kitchen knife, they would definitely wake up and scream. The amount of sleeping pills was considerable, but not enough that they wouldn’t feel their body being stabbed. Karen pondered between the kitchen knife and axe, but striking the neck with an axe was definitely better.

Most of all, since she had been beheaded many times by Verdick with an axe, wouldn’t it be fitting to use an axe on Verdick and his subordinates too?

Raymond would surely kill Verdick. He had to. It was Verdick, of all people. Karen returned to the kitchen where Verdick’s subordinates were sleeping.

Creak.

Even dragging them across the floor, they didn’t wake up. The sleeping pills were more effective than expected. Karen carried one of the relatively lighter subordinates on her back. He was heavy. The man’s legs dragged on the floor. But he didn’t wake up. Karen carried him into the storehouse right next door. She put the man on the floor and picked up the axe.

“…”

What was this man’s name?

Karen suddenly became curious. He was one of Verdick’s subordinates. Among them, he was a relatively frail-looking man. Karen didn’t know this man’s name. He was a man whose sharp chin somehow reminded her of Dulan, but that was all. He wasn’t an important person, and Karen had never properly encountered him in her over 100 years of life.

Why was she thinking such thoughts? Karen shook her head. There were many people to kill. Let her do what she could do.

If Raymond had abandoned morality for her, then she should rightfully do the same. What did it matter how grief-stricken Verdick was over losing his daughter? What did it matter what kind of person the man under the axe was?

From a world of one, it had finally become a world of two.

There were no more people beyond that.

The only companions should be there for each other.

Karen raised the axe high.

Karen swung the axe.

It was to strike the man’s head.

But that attempt failed. The axe caught on something with a clunk. No matter how much force she applied, it wouldn’t come down. Someone was holding it. A small voice reached Karen’s ears.

“I asked for tea, but you weren’t coming for so long.”

Naturally, it was Raymond.

But Karen couldn’t understand what he was doing. Why was he holding the axe now? Karen looked up at Raymond. Raymond looked down at Karen. Their eyes met. His kind green eyes smiled. He smiled gently as if he was dying of love.

Then he kissed the forehead of Karen who was looking up at him and whispered. It seemed to smell like the forest.

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