Resetting Lady - Chapter 165

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Karen put down her pen and looked at the name while speaking to Nancy.

“…Nancy, I actually have a man I’m going to marry.”

“…Pardon?”

“So this time I don’t even want to meet with Dulan.”

“Where did you meet a man, miss?”

Nancy, who had been lying down, suddenly sat up. Karen laughed seeing Nancy like that. Nancy’s eyes widened in surprise. Karen nodded to her and confirmed again.

“It’s true.”

“Who on earth is it? Good heavens, now you… surely it’s not one of the men in the house? Honestly, there’s no man suitable for you…”

Nancy stared at Karen in shock. She could understand why she was so surprised. Karen spoke a name that Nancy didn’t know. Did she perhaps know him?

“Lord Raymond Sayertes.”

“A lord… is he a knight? A soldier? I’ve never heard of him. When did you meet such a man, miss?”

Nancy tilted her head. So Karen continued speaking to Nancy in detail.

“I told you I’ve died and come back to life until now. So he’s a man from my previous life.”

“…”

Nancy’s face turned cold.

But Karen, confident in her love, confessed boldly.

“He’s a knight, handsome, and wealthy. He’s also a noble and perfect without lacking anything. He could give up everything for me… truly a perfect male protagonist.”

“Hmm… yes.”

“Your face says you don’t believe me?”

“No… I believe you…”

Nancy’s face looked dubious.

And she let out a deep sigh. She didn’t seem to be trying to hide it much. Karen didn’t give up and continued speaking.

“And he’s big.”

“Yes… that’s important…”

Nancy was desperately trying not to sneer. Her face seemed to be having convulsions.

“Anyway, so this time you’re refusing the engagement with Lord Dulan?”

“Even aside from that, is there any reason I should like Dulan?”

Nancy thought for a moment, then nodded.

“There isn’t.”

* * *

Dulan didn’t come, as if he knew their feelings.

As her birthday began to approach, Karen became increasingly restless about what she should do. What would be good to do? What preparations would be good to make? The period of doing nothing was more difficult. It would have been better to tell Raymond to come a little earlier.

“Why don’t you eat your meal?”

Karen was lost in thought until the lord spoke to her.

“I’m sorry, Father.”

Karen gave a slight bow and picked up her utensils while looking at the meal before her. The meal wasn’t particularly to her liking. Mashed boiled eggs, roasted potatoes, and roasted turkey were served together. It was a simple meal, but meals here were always like that. Verdick should have come, or at least Dulan should have been there. Karen had such thoughts while slowly chewing the turkey. It was dry and had a slightly fishy smell.

‘I really thought the world would be abundant with good food.’

Karen felt somewhat melancholy thinking about the world outside books that she had imagined. The ‘world outside books’ that Nancy used to whisper about was made up only of good things. Such a world didn’t exist. Good family, good friends, better ideas, a better world.

“Still, it’s nice to have a meal with you like this after so long.”

The lord said to Karen. Karen met the lord’s eyes. The lord was smiling broadly. Karen felt the strange sensation of meeting her father for the first time. Karen swallowed the food in her mouth and said.

“I see, Father.”

“Let’s have meals together from now on too.”

“Yes.”

The servants drew back the curtains and opened the windows from behind. The wind had become warm over the past few days. The meal was more edible than expected.

Dulan never came in the end, and the birthday party was canceled.

Karen sat at her desk rolling her pen, lost in thought. Nancy approached with scones and tea.

“What are you writing so intently right now?”

“Did you properly convey it to Dulan?”

“Yes. That you didn’t have any coins or anything like that, and that many memories from before have returned so you don’t want to see Lord Dulan.”

“Good, well done.”

“But what does that have to do with your situation, miss?”

“I’m thinking about it now…”

Karen sighed and brought the tea to her mouth. The aroma filled her mouth.

If Dulan had made her infertile before her new life even began, how should she escape? Torture and threats of death didn’t work on someone who was certain of and worshipped eternal life.

And even when she prepared thoroughly to stay safe, she had no choice but to die on that day. Even if she could hasten the moment of death, it was still impossible to get past that day. Pregnancy still seemed to be the answer, but what method would be good? Controlling food didn’t solve it.

“I want to get pregnant, but I think I’m infertile.”

“…I see. Do you have a man? Oh, you said you do… How did you end up like that, miss…”

“I’m serious.”

Karen bit her pen and fell into thought. What should she do now? She wanted to make choices she hadn’t made as much as possible and try things she had wanted to do.

Even if extreme, she had already tried what seemed to have the highest possibility of success. Last time, she blocked all possibilities that seemed dangerous, ate food that Dulan hadn’t touched, and focused only on pregnancy, but the result was still death. This time, it wouldn’t be bad to change direction again.

Saving Tom was also part of such efforts. Doing things more actively in a different way from murder. She had saved Tom and kept him at the manor before. And it wasn’t particularly helpful.

Tom was just a powerless boy, and the only time he had actively changed in the story was in the 117th life when she had committed murder. It would be hard to expect anything from Tom. But even so, Karen had intervened. Because this time she wanted to try again, one by one, in a more different way.

“What other good deeds are there?”

“Distributing all your wealth to the poor. If you did that, wouldn’t everyone praise you, miss?”

“For that, Father would have to die.”

The person who owned the wealth was the lord, not Karen. The reason Karen had been able to sell all her wealth and distribute it to the poor before was because the lord had died early that year. The lord had to die for that to be possible.

But if the goal was to do good deeds, killing Father didn’t seem to make sense. To Karen, who was seriously contemplating, Nancy shook her head and said.

“…Please stop with the unfilial jokes. I was joking too.”

“I wasn’t particularly joking. And it’s not like I can become the lord either.”

Karen let out a deep sigh.

“What good deeds can be done within a year?”

“Since it says to love your neighbor, you could just be a good daughter to the people around you and His Lordship.”

“Hmm…”

Karen looked over the various lists she had written.

To become a philanthropist, she first had to become wealthy. If not the method of killing Father and using Father’s wealth, there was also the method of Karen entering society. She could win money gambling, or show paintings at Countess Elba’s salon.

Karen had expert-level abilities in various fields from living so long. Things would become much easier if Raymond cooperated.

She could help painters who committed suicide due to poverty, and might be able to save women who would be murdered by the serial killer Prince Guiz. There were various things Karen could intervene in during one year.

“…Which should I start with?”

In fact, all of these required getting past the immediate threat of Verdick Evans.

Suddenly a biblical verse came to Karen’s mind. Karen denied the thought that occurred to her.

“…No, no…”

Even she thought that was a bit much. And she didn’t want to do that. The unpleasantness itched at her.

Rustle.

Karen crumpled up the paper and threw it away. She was having thoughts that made no sense. That was an absurd thought. Why would she think such a thing?

Love your neighbor.

Forgive your enemies.

Forgive Verdick Evans? Forgive Dulan?

What would be the point of forgiving them? They couldn’t even remember their sins! It wasn’t even something they had properly committed yet!

Should she think ahead and forgive things that hadn’t happened? They didn’t know what their sins were, hadn’t committed them yet, and the sins they would commit in the future wouldn’t change either.

Forgiveness was a right given to the one who grants it, but Karen didn’t even have that right. She wasn’t even in a position to forgive. At minimum, forgiveness was a problem to contemplate after things were resolved and apologies were received. Even if Karen wanted to forgive on her own right now, it was impossible.

“Miss, the person who cleans up is right behind you…”

“…To get pregnant, other things…”

“…”

Only after Nancy made a crying sound at the pile of papers and spilled ink did Karen stop wasting paper.

In the end, while prioritizing the biggest goal of surviving and getting pregnant, Karen had to think more about methods she hadn’t tried before.

Tom was also part of that method, and speaking directly to Father and not seeing Dulan was also one method. And what should she do next?

Karen decided.

She wanted to prevent Verdick from coming to Hyer Estate.

She also wanted to change Isella dying at Raymond’s hands.

She decided to find new methods once again.

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