Resetting Lady - Chapter 151

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…On the dawn of the 7th, Prince Louis was shot by an assailant during a street parade and fell into critical condition. He was rushed to the hospital but passed into God’s embrace on the 17th.

Why?

Karen couldn’t understand it. Prince Louis participating in a street parade at this time was a very ordinary thing. Something so common that Karen didn’t even need to remember it. It was simply waving and smiling at people on the street. He was young and had no social reason to die.

Except for one person – his father, Prince Guiz.

Prince Guiz hated his own child. Before Karen’s eyes, he had killed his own child. But that was when she was 117 years old, under very special circumstances.

Right now Karen was holed up in the manor. She knew what life was like at times like this. She had experienced this before. Back then she lived modestly in her own house, attended by Nancy and other maids, but even so she could still know how society was turning. Even then, Prince Louis had simply lived until the end.

Why had Prince Louis died?

Though she didn’t know the world a year later, thinking about it, Karen felt she knew the reason. Verdick was someone who lent money to Prince Guiz. But at the same time, he also lent money to nobles who didn’t get along well with Prince Guiz, trying to build connections. However, he showed little interest in Prince Louis.

Prince Guiz never intended to make Prince Louis king from the beginning.

His son was merely a competitor for the throne, not a child. Karen finally understood. And Verdick had known his plan. That someday, though they didn’t know when, Prince Louis would die, and there was no need to invest effort in that young boy….

At the same time, she felt she understood why that boy, the future king, that young royal who admired Raymond, had died.

If only she had been there, Prince Louis would have lived.

That boy wasn’t destined to die this year, at least. Prince Louis had only died when Karen decided to commit murder to commemorate her 117th birthday. Even when Karen was holed up in the manor like this, he had been alive.

That boy should have lived.

But this time he died.

Because Raymond had regressed with her, not Karen alone. Raymond being bound to Karen had worked differently. He said he had experienced all kinds of situations. There was no way he hadn’t predicted the event of Prince Louis’s death.

Even that boy didn’t matter to Raymond.

Because the only important thing was Karen alone.

“…Excuse me, did you know Prince Louis died?”

“Yes, miss. He passed away some time ago… about 10 days ago.”

“You knew?”

“Yes…. It was in the newspaper. Why do you ask?”

“…No. It’s nothing.”

The maid simply answered Karen’s question calmly. Karen was about to ask how she could be so calm, but didn’t ask since the answer was obvious. To Verdick, Prince Guiz was important, but Prince Louis wasn’t considered very important.

“I just felt sorry that a young child died.”

Karen could only answer that way. She worried her voice might crack slightly, but her voice came out perfectly normal. That was fortunate. Karen turned the newspaper page again.

This was a normal person’s reaction.

Whether Prince Louis died or Prince Guiz lived. That had nothing to do with her. It was ultimately something in the newspaper. Something from another world. Only one thing was important to her. There was only one person for her.

Only Raymond and herself were important.

“…I’m thirsty. Could you bring me some water?”

“Yes, miss.”

* * *

“Lord Raymond, or should I call you Baron Raymond now?”

Count Fankair called Raymond with a hoarse voice.

“Since I’ll officially receive the barony tomorrow, you can just call me Baron, Count Fankair.”

“I suppose so. You’ll also attend the funeral and then go down. It would be better for you to stay down there for a while. The situation is complicated in various ways right now.”

“Yes.”

Raymond answered briefly. His voice wasn’t very bright. He should be celebrating receiving a barony and a great medal, but the situation was too grim. His nephew and future king had died. Was he also heartbroken? Count Fankair sighed.

Prince Louis had died suddenly. Someone had killed him. Though the death announcement was delayed to make it at an appropriate time, Prince Louis had died instantly on the spot.

“I really hate my cousin.”

“….”

Count Fankair moved his lips then closed them. His thin lips twitched. Count Fankair turned his head toward the window. It was late summer. The sounds of insects chirping and birds singing were at their peak, yet the person who should die lived while the person who should live died. It was too beautiful weather for someone to die.

Prince Louis was dead.

The next generation’s king was Prince Guiz, only one.

But Count Fankair had absolutely no intention of putting him on the throne. It was certain who had killed Prince Louis. All kinds of people had been working to smoothly pass the throne to him. The current king was stubbornly clinging to the crown even past ninety, and the nobles were also building relationships with the still young Prince Louis.

But now that he was dead, everything had come to nothing.

Since the prepared king was dead, they had to accept Prince Guiz as king. But Count Fankair had no intention of doing so. He had to meet the king.

“It seems a bloody fight will follow.”

“….”

“Raymond, go down to your house for now. I’ll call you again when the time comes.”

“Don’t you need my help right now?”

Raymond’s green eyes gleamed in the sunset. He was a good sniper known to everyone. Count Fankair shook his head. Because he was too famous, his being here now could rather arouse suspicion.

“Everyone knows you and Prince Louis had a special relationship, so it’s definitely not good for you to be in the capital right now.”

“I would very much like to meet Prince Guize once.”

Count Fankair shook his head. If Raymond killed Prince Guiz, that would become the seed of another conflict.

“I understand your feelings well. You must want revenge immediately.”

“….”

“But now is not the time.”

“….”

“Go down and hold your brother’s funeral, living quietly as if you’re not interested in anything.”

Raymond was silent for a long time. As if he absolutely couldn’t get up.

“I’ll definitely call you again. But not now. I also have things I need to prepare.”

“I understand.”

Count Fankair felt he knew who the culprit was. In fact, there was no one else but that one person. Count Fankair clenched his fist. Prince Louis was his king and also his nephew. Count Fankair had absolutely no intention of watching Prince Guiz ascend to the throne.

“I’ll see you again later, Count Fankair.”

“Yes, I’ll send condolence money for your brother’s funeral.”

“Thank you.”

Raymond bowed his head and left. His stern face was concerning.

That fellow has no luck either.

Count Fankair thought this while watching his retreating figure. That young man always had bad luck compared to his abilities. He lost his parents early and was forced into an engagement with a debtor’s daughter, then his fiancée disappeared and his only remaining family, his brother, also died.

And now. The count’s heart felt heavy. The future young boy king he had cherished more than anyone was dead. That boy who had looked at Raymond with admiring eyes was dead.

Prince Guiz would have to pay for his sins.

* * *

Raymond closed the count’s door.

“…Haa.”

Prince Louis was dead.

Count Fankair was burning with fierce vengeance against Prince Guiz. Now that Prince Louis was dead, the next successor after Prince Guiz was Count Fankair. Until now he had worked to ensure the throne went directly to Louis, but now it would be different.

The fight for the throne would begin in earnest. Prince Guiz would have to use all his strength dealing with Count Fankair. For at least a year, he wouldn’t even think about women.

“Are you Lord Raymond Seyertes?”

“Can you really face 100 men alone?”

He seemed to hear the voice of the boy who had looked up at him, but soon shook his head. That wasn’t important. The foreign feeling settling in his chest was at a level he could ignore. Only one person was important to him.

“Oh my, the costume shop must be closed. I’ll probably have to leave tomorrow or the day after.”

He looked up at the sky. The sunset was setting.

He could see the burning sky. The edges of the blood-red sky were gradually turning purple, welcoming the night. It reminded him of the person he loved, the only person meaningful to him.

“The sunset is her hair, the purple sky her eyes, the moon her sparkling face…. Hmm, is the expression too cheesy? I don’t know what expression would be appropriate. Still, I think I should try once. If it’s too cheesy, maybe I can use it as humor.”

Raymond smiled.

Count Fankair would be massively hostile toward Prince Guiz.

Prince Guiz would have to pour all his energy into dealing with Count Fankair.

And Verdick would protect Karen, whom he thought was evidence he had caught, with all his might to find Isella.

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