Resetting Lady - Chapter 181

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“Then Karen, you go and take that over there.”

“Me? You want me to?”

“Yes.”

“….”

It seemed like she was getting one step closer to being a maid rather than a friend.

Dresses with lots of decorations are quite heavy. When there are five of them, it becomes an enormous load. Karen looked at the luggage placed beside her and was lost in thought. She could take a carriage to the front of the Great Cathedral. But could she carry it herself from the entrance to the annex?

She would have to ask someone for help again, but the subdeacon was the problem. He was already displeased with young women constantly coming and going and becoming the subject of priests’ conversations, and he pointed out their showing favor to Karen as if it were tremendous debauchery.

‘…Should I just carry it myself?’

What was most bitter was that becoming friends with Isella was proving to be quite difficult.

At first, she thought there would be no more obstacles since Raymond had broken up with Isella. And when they successfully resolved the incident with Duke Routella, which could have been a major obstacle for them, hope shone like gold.

But that was that, and this was this.

Becoming friends was something entirely different. This was even different from men. Men who instinctively showed some degree of favor were different from girls her own age.

To be precise, Isella was different. Karen felt self-loathing when she naturally fell back into the behavior she used to show when serving Isella as a maid.

‘Do I perhaps have some kind of maid instinct?’

It was truly a servile instinct. Karen was usually in a position to command maids and servants, not someone who was made to do menial labor for others. No, she wasn’t in that position. But all those memories of serving Isella naturally flowed out.

When having conversations, she would watch Isella’s mood and unilaterally try to please her, choosing things that Isella might like. The problem was that this didn’t earn Isella’s favor either. Isella’s personality was twisted in some way – she didn’t develop more affection for people who were good to her, but rather considered those who accommodated her as beneath her.

Karen sat on top of the luggage and closed her eyes in the midday sunlight.

“That’s what I told you.”

Since she knew who it was, there was no need to open her eyes.

Karen waved her hand dismissively while keeping her eyes closed and replied.

“I’m thinking about something right now, so don’t lecture me. Lord Raymond, did your business go well?”

“Yes. I handled my affairs properly.”

Raymond helped Karen to her feet. Then he pointed to the carriage and lifted Karen’s luggage – or rather, Isella’s luggage – in her place. Karen couldn’t even think of lifting it, but in his hands it was as light as an empty box. Karen tried to lift one more piece but gave up when the luggage wouldn’t budge and left it to Raymond.

Raymond looked at the name of the costume shop written on the box and asked.

“Are these your things?”

“They’re Miss Isella’s.”

“Couldn’t you have bought some things for yourself too?”

“I don’t have money.”

“Doesn’t Miss Isella pay for you as well? Hmm, that’s rather too much.”

“I don’t have high expectations for Miss Isella.”

Karen spoke carefully to avoid sounding sarcastic while trying to defend her, but Raymond shook his head. Then he walked beside Karen and said.

“Are you going to the annex of the Great Cathedral?”

“Yes. But Lord Raymond won’t be able to enter.”

“I’ve already spoken to the administrator.”

“Are you also staying at the Great Cathedral, Lord Raymond?”

“Not officially. But since I’ve spoken to them, you won’t need to worry much about it. And….”

Raymond handed the luggage to the coachman and then looked down at Karen as he spoke.

“Use my name when you shop. I’ll pay for it later. If you leave my name with my manor, the servant will handle it. Seeing you unable to buy anything and just carrying luggage in front of Miss Evans puts me in a bad mood. Buy whatever you want.”

“Ah, then.”

The meaning of Raymond’s words was clear. Raymond helped Karen into the carriage as he said.

“Yes. I’m now Baron Seyertes.”

* * *

While Karen came up to the capital with Isella, Raymond returned to his house to handle business. It was a bit different from what he expected.

Raymond was actually thinking of handling things in a similar way to last time. His brother Baron Seyertes was already someone who had died 100 years ago to him. And he was someone who would die soon anyway. He felt no guilt about killing him in advance.

“I’m trying to become friends with Miss Isella.”

“I want to let you do what you want to do.”

If Karen wanted it, then killing his brother this time wouldn’t be right.

“Sigh.”

Raymond was really reluctant. More than any aversion to fratricide, he regretted the opportunities he would miss by not killing his brother right away. A noble title was useful in more ways than expected. He didn’t know it well at this age, but the necessity of rank grew as he got older.

And that rank was more necessary to protect Karen.

“Do what you want to do.”

Karen said so naturally that she disliked harming others and would want peace. But would that really be the case? Raymond found it hard to be certain.

Actually, 100 years ago he was always like that too. Karen, Prince Louis, Isella Evans, and even Verdick Evans thought he was moral, but he didn’t think so himself.

And even now, even with Karen pushing him forward, he felt no sympathy for his brother. If anything, he felt more sorry for the servants and maids who would be beaten by his brother’s hands. Some would be beaten until their bones broke and end up with permanent disabilities.

There are relationships you can be more certain of as time passes. His relationship with his brother was like that. Their relationship was like branches split from the same tree. And his brother was a branch withering from disease. You have to cut off the diseased branch so the other branches can survive.

It was an arrogant yet extremely realistic judgment. Through the flood of memories and repeated lives, Raymond could be certain. The relationship between the two brothers was not something to have expectations about.

His brother always died in an accident within this year, no, within these few months, never living longer. Until the day before, he would wield violence, get intoxicated with drugs, and buy women. When Raymond first killed his brother, he was overwhelmed not with guilt but with regret that he should have done it sooner.

“Have you arrived, young master?”

The servant bowed and greeted Raymond. There was a bruise on his temple. To beat James, who had worked since their parents’ time, so recklessly like that.

Raymond, who knew James’s lifespan, felt sick to his stomach. He would die of a stroke in a few years. Too many people he had tried not to think about suddenly entered his mind.

“Where is my brother?”

“Baron Seyertes is in the drawing room.”

“Alright, tell him I’m coming to see him. I’ll go right now.”

“Understood.”

A servant boy ran off.

“What happened to Xenon? I thought he would come with you.”

“As I gained experience, I didn’t need Xenon’s help that much. So I asked him to do something else.”

“I see…. Actually, we weren’t prepared since we didn’t know you were coming.”

He could see things broken here and there throughout the house. The servants’ expressions were dark and things looked less well-maintained. With a sick person as master and no mistress, the condition wasn’t very good. Seeing James feel ashamed, Raymond lightly patted his shoulder and said.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my house.”

“…Yes.”

Raymond looked around his house with fresh eyes. When he was trying to sweep and clean everything himself, it had seemed so huge, but now with servants present, it didn’t look as spacious as he thought. As Raymond headed to the drawing room, people opened the door with tense faces.

“Brother.”

“You’re here, Raymond.”

Baron Seyertes, holding a bottle of alcohol, looked at Raymond entering the drawing room.

Raymond sat down in front of his brother.

“Shouldn’t you still be in the military? And what’s wrong with your eyes?”

“…I got out early.”

“It’s not because your eyes got messed up, is it?”

“Who knows.”

As I got older, I developed skills and learned where and how to blow things up and who to kill most effectively. In war, killing people was the easiest thing. The hardest thing was keeping them alive.

Killing my brother was easy too. My brother from childhood was big, but now with just a knife in my hand, I could kill him in an instant.

“Brother, I broke up with Isella Evans.”

“…What?”

The massive body swayed.

The baron’s face contorted.

“You… crazy bastard…. Who are you to… with Verdick Evans…. Is it because of your eyes?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then why! Damn it, why! I need to meet with Verdick right now. This damn… crazy…. No matter what, to break a promise like this….”

“Brother.”

Raymond looked the baron in the eye and said.

“Isella Evans and I just weren’t compatible.”

A long silence passed.

But that was just a reprieve because the baron momentarily didn’t understand what he meant. Once the baron understood, his face gradually turned red and blue.

“Did you… tell her?”

“Yes.”

“You stupid fool…. A stupid bastard who knows nothing but shooting!”

It would be easier if that were the case.

Raymond stood up abruptly and had that thought as he looked at the baron’s crimson face approaching him.

“I absolutely won’t allow it! You stupid… son of a bitch… you need to be beaten to come to your senses….”

“Brother.”

Subduing him was easy. No matter how large his body was, it had grown sluggish from an extremely indolent lifestyle, and Raymond had an exceptionally good physique even by Military standards.

“I didn’t come here to get your permission, brother.”

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