Resetting Lady - Chapter 155

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“…Damn it.”

Verdick gripped his pen tightly. Wasn’t this a corpse he had seen countless times before? He hadn’t been unaware that Prince Guiz had peculiar habits. And he had even helped with them.

He had never once considered the possibility that what he always did could happen to his own daughter. He had always wanted to give Isella only good things. That’s how he had lived. It was only right to do so for his own daughter.

Prince Guiz wouldn’t do such a thing to Isella. He wouldn’t treat Verdick this way. Prince Guiz knows that he is frantically searching for his daughter right now. How could he….

Scritch.

The pen nib broke on the paper. Ink spread like blood.

Verdick couldn’t stop his bitter laughter.

What reason would Prince Guiz have to show favor only to Verdick? In the end, before royalty, he too was nothing more than a money-producing pocket.

* * *

Inspector Albert sighed. Even his father, the chief inspector, had repeatedly warned him to act with extreme caution. These days, the entire country was in unprecedented turmoil.

Prince Louis had died.

The king had fallen unconscious from the shock of that incident.

Prince Guiz would soon become king.

It was an open fact that Verdick Evans’ business was deeply connected with Prince Guiz. Ordinary people would think he would become even more successful in the future, but in reality, the possibility of being discarded was greater. After the hunt ends, hunting dogs are usually eaten.

“You must never mention who you suspect as the culprit. If possible, you need to extract yourself from this case. Stall for time at all costs until things stabilize.”

“Understood, Father.”

Inspector Albert falsified the location where the body was found and the name of the person who reported it. In truth, the reporter had been one of Prince Guiz’s confidants.

Shortly after, the maid who had come from Isella’s mansion disappeared again before meeting with Verdick.

These days, disappearances were common in the capital.

* * *

Raymond stood by the window, looking down outside. Verdick and his group would be leaving. Karen had asked if it would be alright not to go see them off, but Raymond had just smiled lightly.

However, his face looking down outside the window had no trace of a smile. But there was no hatred, anger, relief, or emptiness either. It was just the face of someone who had done what needed to be done. He looked more like a tree or stone than a person.

“Death would be far too easy a revenge, wouldn’t it.”

When he had said those words, he seemed intoxicated with sinister pleasure. And he seemed to want to share that joy with Karen. But now he didn’t look particularly happy. So Karen found it difficult to speak to him.

“They’ve all left now.”

Raymond’s dark expression immediately began to brighten the moment he turned toward Karen. The gloomy look disappeared and light returned to his face.

Raymond looked at Karen with a lively face, but since Karen had already seen his face moments before, she felt uncomfortable in a corner of her heart. It was like an unpleasant feeling of a page being misprinted in a book. Certainly not a big problem, and it didn’t interfere with understanding the content, but it continued to bother her.

“So they have.”

Karen looked up at Raymond. He seemed a bit thinner. But that unchanging smile hung on his face. That face looking down at her was always the face of a young man in love. So Karen smiled back. To that man who had done everything for her.

Let’s smile.

As if there’s nothing more to worry about in the world.

After Verdick disappeared, their daily life as a pair resumed. Karen had certainly thought they would get along even better once Verdick left. But that wasn’t the case. Little by little, anxiety only accumulated. There were various reasons, but what made Karen most anxious was guilt.

There was only one person important to Karen.

Only Raymond Seyertes was the sole person to her, and she affirmed everything about him. Raymond would feel the same way. Only those two were the only living people inside the book.

Raymond had always done his best for the past 100-odd years, even in moments he couldn’t remember, even when Karen was being executed.

She had been looking at Raymond’s face for 100 years.

The moment she saw Raymond’s face in the tower, she could tell from that face, from those eyes, the years that had flowed by. It wasn’t something that could be hidden by mere movements or mannerisms. How could one stop the emotions and tears overflowing from those eyes?

No matter how much it repeated like an endless book, the beginning was Karen. Raymond had been swept up in it. Karen knew that the reason he came to remember, the reason he changed like that, was because of her.

Raymond had changed.

No matter how much he spoke of love, murmured about revenge, and acted carefully, she couldn’t deny that he had fundamentally changed.

Of course, that didn’t mean Karen didn’t love Raymond. How could she not love him? When his change was because of her, how could he not be lovable? But proportionally, anxiety accumulated more and more inside her.

Karen didn’t need to feel guilt toward anyone, but she had to feel guilt toward him.

“Make a bet with me.”

“If you truly love, I’ll help you.”

What had Dulan done to Raymond? Karen had confessed to Dulan that Raymond was her love, that if she were to love someone, she wouldn’t choose anyone but him. She simply couldn’t think of anyone else.

Karen had made that choice then, and afterward Raymond remembered everything. He had changed because of Karen. It was both joyful and inevitably sad.

“…Is there some problem?”

“It doesn’t taste good. I must have gotten used to the meals the cook used to make.”

Karen answered while finishing her soup. Raymond lowered his head with a troubled expression.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Oh dear, Karen felt bitter as the conversation she had tried to keep light seemed to grow heavy again. Raymond was truly sorry to her. If it were someone else, they could just casually say, ‘Just eat what’s given,’ and Karen could respond, ‘You eat it yourself,’ and they could both move on.

“Soon… I’ll learn to cook better.”

“It’s really fine, Lord Raymond.”

Karen said again. But the atmosphere grew even darker. She wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. And she didn’t know what kind of conversation would be light.

“Just say it.”

“Pardon?”

Raymond looked at Karen. His eyes looked a bit sorrowful.

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t know. Karen, there are limits to knowing just by looking at your eyes. If you just ask me….”

“Even if I ask, you won’t tell me everything anyway.”

“I’ll try to tell you everything possible.”

“….”

“No, I’ll tell you everything.”

Raymond corrected himself. Karen didn’t want to torment him either. Calculating the line where they wouldn’t hurt each other was actually causing more hurt. Karen felt like crying a little.

“Lord Raymond, no… you’re not a lord anymore. Mr. Verdick called you Baron. Did you become a baron this time?”

“Yes. One of the reasons I went up was to receive the baronetcy.”

Raymond answered obediently. Karen nodded.

“Originally your brother, Baron Seyertes, wasn’t supposed to die yet, but he must have passed away early.”

“That’s right.”

Karen bit her lip once.

“…Did you kill him?”

“Yes.”

It was such a firm answer. Raymond had decided to reveal everything to Karen rather than hide things about himself. And he was no longer ashamed. He was just reporting what he had done. Karen nodded too. She shouldn’t avoid him either.

“When?”

“Right after all my memories returned.”

“…Why did you do that?”

“Because I needed the baronetcy to keep you safely in this manor more quickly.”

“I… see.”

Her voice trembled slightly. Karen had to steady her voice.

The Raymond from 100 years ago hadn’t believed that Karen would live again. One of the various reasons was his brother. For over 100 years, Raymond’s brother was always someone who died. There were differences in timing, but he always died.

Unlike Lord Hyer who sometimes lived, he had an illness and always died, passing on the baronetcy.

“You didn’t know my brother would die.”

“You’re just sick.”

From Raymond’s casual words before the 117th execution trial, Karen could understand his thoughts.

The Raymond of that time had concluded that if Karen were someone who knew the future, if she were truly someone living again, she naturally could have known about his brother. If she had really been watching him in their repeated lives, she wouldn’t have left his family, whom he cherished terribly, to die.

But now he had become someone who killed his brother first since he would die anyway. Her mouth tasted bitter.

“Was this trip to kill him?”

“That was a different matter, Karen. My brother had always died before that day until now. I merely moved up the timing. My brother died long ago already.”

“I see.”

“Do you find me disgusting?”

Raymond looked straight at Karen. There was a muffled quality to his voice. Karen shook her head.

“How could I?”

“….”

“I’m just afraid that your efforts might not work this time either.”

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