Resetting Lady - Chapter 158

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I’m jealous, that’s why. Jealous. Thinking that you continued to live well even after I died makes my stomach burn.

I should probably be purely happy about that, but my heart is still like this. Did I hope you would live miserably for the rest of your life after I died? At least you could say something like that. Karen felt quite uncomfortable.

Did I want Raymond to be ruined? But his appearance was already broken in ways different from the Raymond of the past, no matter how you looked at it. Should I be happy about that? It was complicated. I felt slightly disgusted with myself too. Raymond giggled in front of such Karen and eventually got hit.

It was late autumn.

Karen’s death was approaching.

Her belly wasn’t swelling at all.

Karen and Raymond didn’t talk to each other about that day. It was unknown until the very last day. But slowly, the assumption of “this time too” lingered in the silence. Now it was time to talk about it. Karen spoke in a voice that sounded somewhat disappointed.

“I thought about trying a double suicide.”

“…Karen, is there… a reason?”

“I really wanted to kill you at least once before.”

When Karen said this with a bright smile, Raymond’s face became gloomy.

“Hmm… I did do something wrong to you, Karen… didn’t I.”

“Too many things to even remember?”

“…”

Karen laughed. Raymond’s face was serious. But it probably wasn’t what Raymond was thinking.

At that time, Karen was truly bored to the point of going crazy, and she thought killing Raymond would be that meaningful to her. Whether physically or in terms of life’s significance, Karen killing Raymond was a very attractive goal.

“When I decided to become a murderer before, my life turned upside down. I thought about it then… Since you, Raymond, would be the hardest for me to kill, I thought it would be really satisfying if I killed you.”

“How tremendously touching.”

Raymond’s voice also sounded somewhat sulky. Then he hugged Karen again. Because Karen’s body was trembling.

“Raymond, I think I’m a bit cold. Please pull the blanket up higher.”

“…I understand.”

Raymond glanced at the blazing fireplace. The blanket was also thick. There was no way to raise the temperature any further. Raymond hugged her tighter and muttered.

“Winter is coming.”

But Karen’s body was getting colder and colder. Raymond lowered his head and whispered. He had to keep talking about something. Because she wanted that. What should he talk about.

“When it snows later, it will be really wonderful.”

“…Can we ride sleds too?”

“Yes, it’s quite nice to play in the grass meadow. I used to play often when I was young too. This winter…”

This winter there will be record snowfall.

Next summer the rainy season will be terrible.

And…

* * *

Really, I lived well even without you.

It just happened that way. Even when my heart ached and tears flowed and I vowed revenge, time passed. I couldn’t live my whole life ruined, clinging only to memories of just a few months.

The sky is blue and the air is clear and flowers overflow, and hatred and anger and war never cease.

Good music and excellent books continue to come out, and unexpected things happen. Friends sometimes die first and sometimes stay by your side for a long time, and new friends keep being made. When you slowly grow old, there are so many things to do.

Good things happen in places you never thought of. You unexpectedly see malice in someone. And sometimes you see miracles. Watching storms become spring rain, wars stop, and the next generation grow is meaningful work.

You would surely come to like it quite a bit too. In such uncertainty, you ultimately see beauty.

…You’ll be jealous.

So next time, shouldn’t you live a bit longer and get revenge on me? You should live longer than me and boast about what I couldn’t see to make it somewhat equal.

Life is sadly worth living.

You meet countless people, rejoice, part ways, and become grateful. If you live long, you might meet better people than me, virtuous people and scholars. I did too.

But still, you were the only woman for me.

Honestly, I don’t want to say it was because of a few months of meeting. Our meeting was that short and that was the end of it, wasn’t it? Countless people meet others even after parting, and that doesn’t diminish their previous meetings.

Karen, you repeated death searching for love throughout your lifetime, but there are really so many things in the world that you don’t need to be so obsessed with the brief passion between men and women.

…Ah, fine. I’ll speak honestly.

My standards were too high, so other women didn’t catch my eye. You’re partly responsible for this. Are you satisfied? So after that… it was just enough.

Even if it was such a brief meeting, there was no need to meet more. Passion, youth, guilt, perhaps deception… All of those things were branded like a mark in one corner of life, and that was enough.

So you don’t need to feel sorry.

I lived well enough without you.

…Karen.

Actually, there’s one thing I lied to you about.

There’s one thing I couldn’t tell you because you were too scared.

…Actually, I remember everything.

Your 100 deaths and the life after them, and the life after your five more deaths – I remember it all.

The year you fell from the tower, when you turned 117…

After you died, all the memories came flooding back. There was no way to stop the memories pouring down like a flood. And the hundreds of years before meeting you this time really felt like walking through hell barefoot.

…My age is over 7,000 years.

You asked how I could still speak and move, but people are meant to live anyway. The reason I could live somewhat sanely is probably because my life was the same during your 100 deaths.

The life when I couldn’t remember you, the me before you turned 117 was always the same. I mourned for the same period, moved the same way, and always spent the same time. It wasn’t a bad life.

…So now I really don’t need to think about anything other than loving you. I’ve enjoyed my share.

But still, it would have been better if you had been by my side during those years.

Raymond closed Karen’s eyes.

It seemed a guest had arrived.

* * *

Verdick finally found his daughter.

Isela’s Nanny, who came up to replace the missing maid, remembered Isella’s physical characteristics. That corpse was ultimately his daughter.

Isella was one of Prince Guiz’s collections.

Verdick cried for just one day.

Then he got up and thought about what he had to do.

Because he had been tired and sad for too long, what he had to do became clearer.

Why did Prince Guiz kidnap Isella? Looking at the results first, there were many reasons. To Prince Guiz who became king, a merchant who knew his secrets was troublesome. There might be ways to appease him well, but Prince Guiz chose a cleaner method.

Just get rid of everything.

Prince Louis, Verdick, Count Fankair, and his own father too.

Taking his time, Prince Guiz piled up the things he had to do one by one.

Those are the things to do when you become king.

But Prince Guiz’s work was shortened much more than expected.

Because he was lucky.

People said.

God was doing everything to quickly make him king.

Annoying money bugs like Verdick also had to be dealt with immediately. Prince Guiz had been eyeing his daughter from before. People like Verdick knew well how to run away and how to hide. His only weakness was his daughter.

Though it was slightly against his taste, a young and healthy 17-year-old girl was still quite valuable.

“Couldn’t you find Karen Hyer in the end?”

“We found one woman who resembles her. I think it’s probably that woman.”

Prince Guiz rested his chin on his hand and fell into thought. Her daughter who was said to resemble Catherine was tempting. But now wasn’t the time. The things he was supposed to do over 5 or 10 years had all happened at once. But it was also troubling to postpone it.

Guiz shook his head.

* * *

It was a night with spring rain.

Raymond came to see Prince Guiz. Prince Guiz was about to call someone to throw him out. He disliked that man. And he was above all a close associate of those who stood at odds with him. At first, Guiz thought he had come to assassinate him.

But to him who was about to call people, Raymond first showed that his hands were empty.

I don’t know what scheme this is.

Prince Guiz met Raymond while rubbing his head throbbing from a hangover. He held a pistol in his hand. Guiz wanted to kill this man if possible. If he said even one wrong word, he planned to pull the trigger immediately. He should find some fault and kill him.

But the reason he didn’t immediately pull the trigger was curiosity. If a man who could never come had come empty-handed, there must be a reason for it.

He who always looked at him with contemptuous eyes made an unbelievable proposal.

“I want to make you king.”

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