Resetting Lady - Chapter 157

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Indeed, Karen was now truly sick and tired of meat.

Raymond seemed to want to build up Karen’s stamina as much as possible, but for that, it would be better to go out and train. Bloody meat was enough now.

“Come to think of it, about those clothes. The design you said would be fashionable in 20 years…”

“From now on, I’ll make sure to only buy what you want.”

“Don’t interrupt me. Anyway, thinking about it now, those would be fine for pregnant women.”

Karen spoke while thinking of those terrible-looking clothes. They really looked strange, but if you thought of them as undergarments or indoor wear, they weren’t so odd. The skirt was appropriately short with good ventilation, and the lining was soft. It wasn’t a design that would require tightening a corset either. The belly area was roomy and there were no decorations, making it easy to move around. In many ways, it was clothing suited for women with swollen bellies. Raymond seemed to have bought it with the thought that she might get pregnant this time.

“Still, I don’t like the design.”

“That’s because you’re young.”

“Hah…”

Karen was dumbfounded to hear words that truly didn’t suit her. Absurd at the ridiculousness, she splashed soap bubbles on Raymond.

“Ugh, in my eyes.”

“How could you say such a thing.”

“Isn’t it better than being too old? Oh no…”

Karen wiped around Raymond’s eyes with a towel that had fallen nearby. How troublesome to splash it herself and then wipe it herself.

“Karen, let’s just wash…”

Raymond made a suppressed groaning sound. Their naked bodies were pressed close together. Karen quickly separated her body at the weight she felt from below.

“Don’t do it here.”

“…This isn’t even torture.”

Raymond frowned as he swept his bangs back.

“If I get pregnant this time, I think I could wear those. But I don’t like them because they’re too radical to wear outside.”

“I understand.”

Raymond sighed. Other matters seemed more urgent than clothes, but somehow he kept his promise with Karen.

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“Back then… hah, I kept failing to kill Dulan…”

Karen trembled with pleasure as she spoke to Raymond, whose face was buried in her chest. Even while having such conversations, they had no hesitation in joining their bodies. Raymond moved slowly as he continued to ask.

“After you died, I looked into various stories.”

“Did you gain anything?”

“As you said before, such legends were passed down on the maternal side. But they were only passed down orally and weren’t recorded anywhere, so it would be difficult to call them proper original texts. Since there wasn’t a representative family, there were too many modified versions of the stories.”

“They said it ends when you bear a child…? Ah, it hurts.”

Karen grabbed the hair of Raymond, who was gritting his teeth. But even the pain turned into pleasure. Raymond’s moans became rougher. After calming down a bit later, a proper conversation continued.

“You came from a country beyond the White Mountains, not this country.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

“They said saints are born generation after generation. And through death, they atone for all of humanity’s sins and bear the next sacrifice.”

“It’s so simple it’s infuriating.”

“When summarized, that’s what the story was. But it was too old and wasn’t a properly organized tale.”

Indeed, if she too could have given birth quickly, she would have just passed everything to the next generation and finished with verbal explanations. The stories of Karen, Catherine, Carla, and countless women above them weren’t material that could be shared with others. Their memories aren’t shared. They only repeat to their children.

But how did Raymond remember?

Karen had such thoughts as she welcomed Raymond coming down on top of her.

And she soon forgot about it.

Debauched yet diligent days continued.

“Today I really want to go out to the garden at least.”

“Get dressed properly.”

“Yes, yes.”

Karen finally put on layers of clothing and realized she was a civilized person. For too long, she had either worn no clothes or only thin clothes close to single garments. Karen turned her back to Raymond while putting on the clothes Verdick had left behind.

“Don’t tighten the corset too much, just tie the knots.”

Because there might be a child in her belly.

Karen swallowed the rest of her words. But even to herself, those words seemed like a fantasy.

Even after joining their bodies so much, there was no change in Karen’s body.

* * *

Time was passing. But there were no bodily changes. Karen and Raymond’s conversations consisted more of moans mixed with pleasure than actual words. If that could be called conversation.

“…It’s autumn already.”

“Later when winter comes, the garden will be quite beautiful.”

“I heard you hardly look at the garden.”

“Still, I liked snowball fights. Though I didn’t particularly like flowers.”

Raymond said as he handed Karen a fur coat. It was early weather for wearing fur, but Karen decided to put it on out of appreciation for the gesture. And she linked arms with Raymond.

‘I’ve never seen snow fall here.’

The area where Tess Manor was located was on the warm side, so winter was extremely short. That’s why Karen had never spent winter in this place. Karen looked up at the clear autumn sky and imagined a snowy landscape. It would surely be very beautiful.

It would also be nice to have a child running around there.

Karen found it hard to imagine herself as someone’s mother, but still, having a child wouldn’t be bad.

“Come to think of it, Lord Raymond.”

“Yes, Karen.”

“I have something I’m curious about.”

At Raymond’s response, Karen looked up at Raymond and asked.

“What were you like after I died?”

Karen had always been curious about that. She didn’t know Raymond’s future. The day after she died, she would be standing in the garden where rain was falling again. What kind of life did Raymond, who remembered everything, live after that? Revenge? Suicide? It probably wasn’t suicide. He said he had a long lifespan. Then what on earth did he do while living? Karen was always curious.

“Actually, I lived well even after you died.”

Raymond smiled as he looked down at Karen.

“…”

Somehow her heart became complicated.

Karen felt the strength drain from her hand resting on Raymond’s arm.

“It’s true.”

“You don’t need to say it again. I’m dying of envy.”

“Keep being envious. So shouldn’t you live longer than me and get revenge on me?”

Blue laughter mixed with the wind.

And time passed. That day was approaching.

Karen was lying in bed.

Being held in Raymond’s arms was warm, making drowsiness wash over her. Was the laundry done yesterday? Karen suddenly had that thought. There was a faint soap smell. A tickling sensation as if being in water. She moved her fingers. They still moved. Karen looked outside the window. Leaves were falling.

She thought of the story of a sick girl who said she would die when those leaves fell. If she told such a story, would Raymond laugh or cry? Could he laugh, saying death wasn’t anything special to them anyway? Or would he have to cry about dying again?

Karen shook her head while thinking of that story. Even to herself, it was an unfunny joke. Rather than telling stories herself, she wanted to hear other people’s stories.

“Tell me any story.”

“…Karen.”

“I’m sleepy.”

Raymond chose a story. What story would be good? But he had to tell something. Because she wanted it. Raymond thought and then spoke.

“I’m not sure what story would be good.”

Karen looked at him with displeasure and then started first.

“Um… well then, I’ll talk. To be honest, I had many men.”

“What now.”

Raymond answered sourly. Karen asked again. When a person is about to die, they seem to become curious about everything. She couldn’t bear it without asking.

“So after I died… did you live well with another woman?”

Karen opened her eyes to an unfamiliar emotion. Even after talking about her own situation, she couldn’t bring herself to ask Raymond. But now she was curious about all sorts of things. Until now, Karen had never felt possessive attachment to Raymond or other men as a woman.

After all, no matter how spectacular they were, they were ultimately just text. Meaningless brief encounters.

But now Karen was feeling jealous. It was a base emotion felt toward someone who would live a life unrelated to her. But Raymond wasn’t flustered by Karen’s such emotions and received them leisurely.

“Karen, as I said before, I really did live well even after you died.”

“To say such things at a time like this… How nice… for you.”

Too much leisure.

Karen’s voice lowered. Karen didn’t know Raymond’s future. She didn’t know the days he would live. Raymond smiled slightly as if Karen’s face was amusing. Karen didn’t like his smile, but she didn’t particularly want to say anything about it. Still, she didn’t want to hear about other women.

Raymond found the grumbling Karen endlessly amusing, which made Karen not want to say anything more.

“Isn’t that good? You don’t need to feel guilty toward me.”

“Ah, how fortunate.”

Who should be sorry to whom? When Karen’s voice became blunt, Raymond asked again.

“Why are you sulking even when I say you’ve been living well?”

“I could be like that, so what’s the big deal?”

Karen’s face looked quite sulky.

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