Resetting Lady - Chapter 163

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Nancy looked down at her hands with a complicated expression, not looking at Karen.

“Actually, miss… I’m not sure if I should say this, but a letter arrived from Lord Dulan not long ago.”

“For me?”

“No, for me. And he asked me to check if you have a coin with numbers engraved on it. But… I don’t know about this… Miss, do you really come back to life? I honestly can’t believe it. But…”

A hint of fear appeared on Nancy’s face. Karen was familiar with that expression. It was the emotion she always felt when looking in the mirror. It was fear of the unknown.

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What exactly is Dulan.

What does he want. Karen couldn’t understand Dulan, nor did she want to. What he wanted was beyond Karen’s realm of understanding.

He didn’t want gold or treasures, and marriage to Karen wasn’t the answer either. But he was grasping and shaking Karen’s past, present, and even future far too deeply.

Yes, in her previous life too, Dulan had asked Nancy about the coin.

Karen thought about the past she couldn’t remember. At some point, she had been holding a gold coin. It was an object that gave her comfort. It was proof that she wouldn’t lose her mind, evidence that she lived again.

Even if others didn’t believe it, it was reality that she alone had to believe, evidence of her repeating life. She thought about the numbers engraved on the gold coin.

She had definitely lost the coin at some point. Why did I…

Karen wondered. Whether she had really held the coin at every moment of death. Her memories from the time when she was consumed by the madness of death were vague. Hadn’t she lost the coin last time? And when she was consecutively killed by Bowen, she couldn’t even hold the coin. Last time, she died in Raymond’s arms.

“…Why do I have the gold coin this time?”

Karen couldn’t remember how she had obtained that gold coin. And she hadn’t thought deeply about it.

It was because she kept holding it, erasing and engraving repeatedly, but the gold coin itself wasn’t anything special. Karen had just assumed that she had grabbed some gold coin from the market and used it as evidence. But even that was calculated by Dulan?

Karen muttered to Nancy.

“You promised to tell Dulan if you saw it.”

“Yes… If there are numbers engraved on it, he told me to definitely tell him.”

“When?”

“Not long ago, so about two days ago. But miss, is this really… okay?”

Karen looked at Nancy, who always dressed her up, washed her, and fed her. Since she was always with her, it wouldn’t be strange for her to know anything. But what does Dulan know. It was frustrating because no answer came out even through torture or marriage.

But for the first time, she could change something again.

Karen stared at Nancy. Her expression looked uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem like she would betray her either. The countless pasts where they died to Nancy, killed Nancy, and talked to each other. There are stories that only emerge after such pasts.

“But I didn’t know it would be this confusing from the first day…”

“…What should we do?”

Karen said to Nancy.

Last time, she had told Nancy to just say that there was a coin. Then this time, she had to make a different choice.

“First, don’t send any answer to Dulan. Just say you don’t know no matter what. Say nothing came out of my hands. Got it?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Nancy nodded. Seeing that, she felt her heart settle down a bit. And she turned her gaze back to the window. It was early spring. It was still the season of beginnings when nothing had sprouted yet.

Perhaps things might change starting from this. Just like how everything changed when she started killing. Then how would it be good to live this time? Back then, she flipped a coin to choose between good and evil paths, but what path would be good to live this time.

She had resolved to live with more leisure, but thinking that the coin might have originated from Dulan made her feel suffocated.

After much deliberation, Karen decided to carry out what she had resolved in her previous life.

“Nancy, as I said earlier, if there are any gold pieces left, you can have them.”

“Really?”

Even in the midst of this, joy subtly shone through Nancy’s voice. Karen chuckled.

“Yeah. It’ll be hard to get full price since it melted in the fire, but it should still be worth the gold price.”

“Yes. But why are you doing this? You’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I told you I live multiple times.”

“Ah, yes… You did say that. Anyway, I like it.”

“Good.”

Karen sat with her chin propped up, watching Nancy smile with anticipation. This life seemed like it would be quite fun too. Dulan had planned everything from a very long time ago. But he would ultimately fail. That was a hope close to certainty.

“This time I’m going to try living a bit more kindly.”

Karen thought about the gold coin she had thrown into the fire. The gold coin wasn’t necessary. It had burned and become distorted. She was the one making the choices. And Karen had resolved this the moment she opened her eyes in the garden.

“They say you become brave when you fall in love.”

“Really? It was worth it for me to read romance novels to you so diligently.”

“Yeah.”

Karen nodded.

“Really.”

Karen was planning to live kindly.

For her knight who shone brighter than gold.

Those who call walking through hell together romantic are defeatists. Love isn’t like that. It’s not about falling into a book together. It’s about wanting to give a better life. Since Raymond had come down to her, Karen wanted to give life back to him.

“Stop here.”

The place Karen arrived at was an old bakery. This place, which also served as a mill, had some power over the townspeople. To Karen, it was a very small power, but to those at the very bottom, it was a place where they could act arrogantly. And here was the person Karen was looking for.

“…Why have you come to such a place?”

The coachman asked in a bewildered voice from behind. Karen shrugged and answered, “Just because.” Nancy also looked at Karen disapprovingly, but it was Karen who made the decisions after all.

“It would be better to visit somewhere else rather than this place, wouldn’t it? How about going to change the ribbon on your hat, miss?”

“Let’s stop by here first.”

“Alright. But there doesn’t seem to be any reason to stop by here.”

“Should we buy some bread?”

Then a man’s voice was heard. Bowen, who had been sitting on the coachman’s seat, had gotten down following Nancy and Karen.

“It’s a waste of money.”

Bowen said to Karen again.

“Miss Karen, I don’t know why you’re visiting such a place, but this bakery doesn’t taste good.”

Karen felt some tension as she looked at Bowen, who was Dulan’s subordinate. He had killed her several times recently. Because Karen had killed Dulan. Bowen was said to be thoroughly on his side after receiving favors from Dulan. Unlike Nancy, he wasn’t someone she could negotiate with.

“I’ll judge whether it tastes good or not myself.”

“Miss.”

But even so, he wouldn’t do anything to her right now. He had done his best to clean up even when Karen committed murder. As long as she didn’t kill Dulan, it would be fine. When Karen didn’t back down, Bowen eventually retreated.

“Miss Karen, you’re amazing. That guy acts like he’s something special even though he’s just a servant like me.”

Nancy whispered. Nancy seemed quite pleased that Karen had ignored Bowen’s opinion. Come to think of it, these two didn’t get along. To the extent that they wouldn’t hesitate to dismember each other after death.

“But don’t fight with Bowen too much. If you get into a fight, won’t it be your loss?”

“Miss, do you think of me, your personal maid who also has… abilities, the same as just one footman? I’m hurt.”

You’ll get your head cut off after you die, you know? Last time I was the one who killed you, but he was the one who dismembered you with emotion. But it wasn’t something worth telling Nancy.

“…When getting along with other people, how about learning by watching what Donna does?”

“Donna… you don’t mean Donna the laundry maid?”

“Yeah. I’m talking about her. She seems to get along well with others.”

“How can you compare me to that pathetic girl…”

Karen sighed softly and moved her steps. It seemed Donna’s virtues only showed in urgent situations. Not that she wanted to meet Donna again either. Talking to Nancy and talking to Donna were matters on different levels.

But when Karen recalled Donna’s round face, her mouth felt dry. It was the same emotion she had felt last time. It was a deep sense of defeat that past lives don’t return.

But this too would be fine after a few times.

Hadn’t she experienced it countless times until now. Expecting from others, being rewarded, achieving things. Even with all those things, she returns to the beginning again. It’s okay. Even if everyone else doesn’t remember, one person remembers. As Karen approached, Bowen went ahead and opened the door.

Ding.

When the door opened, the fat man who had been sitting hurriedly stood up. And he was flustered seeing the mismatched customers.

“Oh, my! What brings… uh, who, who are you?”

“This is the lord’s daughter. Don’t make such a fuss.”

Bowen said to the bakery owner who was startled. Wow, what an unpleasant way of speaking. Nancy whispered. Karen poked Nancy’s side and approached him, saying.

“There’s a kid named Tom here, right?”

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