Resetting Lady - Chapter 192

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Karen turned her head toward the wall where the decorative sword hung. But it was too high up. Her arms wouldn’t reach it. Last time was only possible because Prince Guiz had set it down on the floor while killing her son.

“How troublesome….”

Karen thought about methods of suicide. She knew from her previous lives that biting her tongue wouldn’t kill her. Would banging her head forcefully against the wall kill her? No matter how determined she was, she had never succeeded at suicide through such methods.

She should have replaced the necklace with a sturdy rope like last time. That would have been good for succeeding at suicide. Karen lamented her own inadequacy. How should she die?

“…Karen, there’s blood… on your face.”

And Isella was here too.

Karen felt dismayed seeing Isella’s face stained with blood in the dark space. She too had blood on her face from being hit with something during the kidnapping. Karen touched the back of her own head while speaking to Isella. Fortunately, her skull didn’t seem to be cracked.

“Isella, your face is also covered in blood.”

“Wh-what? Really? Ah, that’s why…. No wonder. Wait, the lamp.”

Isella snatched the lamp from Karen and frantically wiped her face with her sleeve, then was horrified to see the blood soaking into her sleeve.

“Aaaah!”

“Shh.”

“Kyaaaah!”

“Isella, be quiet.”

“It hurts! Blood, blood!”

The bleeding was still continuing, yet she was making such a fuss now. Karen approached Isella and examined her head. She was bleeding from being struck. But seeing that she was moving around fine now, it was time to worry about other things.

“Isella, please calm….”

“…Ugh.”

“Isella!”

And Isella collapsed with her mouth open.

Karen quickly put her ear to Isella’s heart. Fortunately, her heart hadn’t stopped or anything.

“…What should I do.”

Karen raised the lamp high.

Then the true appearance of the room hidden in darkness was revealed.

In that room, corpses were still hanging all over the walls. What could be considered fortunate was that the number of decorations was still small. Later the room would be filled with them, but perhaps because it was still early, fewer were hanging compared to that time, making it less grotesque.

“…Isella….”

It was still disgusting, but the second time she could look at it calmly without screaming. Karen sighed seeing that the number of people, things that had been people, was clearly much fewer than before.

“What should I do?”

She had gotten entangled with Prince Guiz once again.

* * *

“I still can’t believe it.”

Raymond hadn’t even mentioned the suspect’s name, but Count Fankair cut him off. His face showed he didn’t want to hear any more. Raymond pointed to the materials he had brought and began to speak.

“Count, I was extremely cautious about whether to inform you of this fact.”

“Do you understand what you just said? I’m asking if you’re aware of how dangerous this behavior is right now.”

The evidence, statistics, people’s testimonies, and suspect sketches that Raymond presented all pointed to Prince Guiz. It was close to Raymond creating evidence backwards since he already knew the answer, but to the Count who didn’t know this, they were chillingly accurate pieces of evidence.

But the Count had no intention of accepting it nonetheless. Because he too was a member of the royal family.

“All that evidence points toward the Royal Palace.”

Raymond said while staring intently at the Count.

“We must stop any more people from dying, mustn’t we.”

“You seem to have about seven necks. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear this.”

“Count.”

As time spent with the Count accumulated, Raymond could also see the Count’s cold side. It was a part he hadn’t seen well when he was young. The Count detested Verdick developing weapons or mediating conflicts, but he didn’t actively stop Prince Guiz either.

The number of people wasn’t just one or two—by Raymond’s count it reached three digits. Count Fankair and Prince Guiz were quite intimate on the surface. There was no way he hadn’t noticed his secret. But he never stopped Prince Guiz.

He was ultimately just a chess piece for the Count. He was someone who could discard him at any time for political purposes. For him to ascend to the throne.

Prince Louis would eventually die later anyway, and the Count would become king. Raymond, who had seen even his dirty side, had taken the blame instead of the Count before. As the man moved onto a bigger stage, he became freer with using and discarding people.

As expected, Count Fankair was quite reluctant to interfere with this problem. The Count pushed away the materials Raymond had presented with his hand and advised him.

“Take care of yourself. Sometimes there are times when one must endure.”

“People are dying right now. Look at when the corpses were discovered, when people were almost kidnapped. People are anxious.”

“At the border, far more people are dying right now. A few disappearing from the capital doesn’t even show. It’s still too early.”

The Count’s eyes were cold. To him, Raymond was still a mere youngster. When such a person appeared with dangerous evidence, the Count began to suspect Raymond.

In the past, he had more information than Raymond, so he could leisurely counter Raymond’s actions. But now, realizing that Raymond held more information than him, he immediately began reacting sharply. The Count was displeased with conversations where Raymond held the initiative.

“Count.”

“Above all, isn’t this not your business? Why are you so interested in people going missing? And most of them are prostitutes, aren’t they? Don’t worry about it.”

“Is it fine for prostitutes to die?”

Even at Raymond’s provocative words, the Count only snorted.

“Wouldn’t that be better than you dying? Don’t speak so impudently.”

“Count.”

The current Count seemed to have no intention of accepting Raymond’s opinion at all.

Raymond gathered up the information he had brought. Dealing with Prince Guiz through the Count now was impossible. He was too stubborn. The Count wouldn’t move unless pushed to the very end. Raymond let out a groan.

‘What would be the best approach?’

Even though he was trying his best to prevent people from dying, corpses were still flowing out. When Raymond blocked him, Prince Guiz would somehow bring sacrificial victims from elsewhere. The power of those in authority had that kind of capability.

The number of missing people had definitely decreased compared to before, but that was only in the past that Raymond remembered. People were still disappearing little by little.

‘What should I do….’

“If that’s all we have to discuss, I’ll take my leave first.”

“Count.”

Raymond thought about just killing them all. Indeed, it was difficult for a person to live virtuously. Even trying to take the right path only made things more tangled. He knew an easier way.

If he joined hands with Prince Guiz instead of the Count, he wouldn’t lay a hand on Karen. Perhaps choosing that method again this time would be right.

“Count.”

He had left.

Raymond swallowed his groan. What should he tell Karen? Was it right to leave his murders unchecked?

Couldn’t he create a better world?

If only the world could be a little gentler to Karen. At least that much.

* * *

“I hope Lord Raymond doesn’t regret this.”

Karen sighed as she dragged Isella and laid her on the soft sofa. Isella had fainted while foaming at the mouth and wasn’t regaining consciousness easily. Karen looked down at her while continuing her monologue. Her previous life came to mind.

“What was the problem in this life? It’s still too early to die now.”

“….”

What was comforting was that unlike then, she had become able to view things more leisurely. Karen used the lamp to light a fire in the fireplace, then laid Isella on the sofa and buried herself in it as well.

And she slowly looked around the room filled with Prince Guiz’s hobby. It was bigger than she remembered. She tried counting the number of people, but could confirm that there were definitely far fewer than in the past. Then would Prince Guiz kill that many people within a few months?

“Come to think of it, there haven’t been many murder cases lately, have there? I guess his intervention came back around like this.”

Such is the way of the world. Karen clicked her tongue.

Searching her memory, she thought about the differences from the past. Murder cases had definitely decreased compared to the past. Raymond must have intervened.

Karen wanted to praise him for keeping her request even from behind the scenes.

But to give that praise, she would have to get out of here. Since the probability of that was very slim, she thought it would only be possible in the next life, and her face naturally scrunched up.

He would definitely scold her. He might not listen to her words anymore.

In this life, Raymond had continuously disapproved of Karen’s actions. Becoming friends with Isella, trying to live more virtuously.

He disliked the very attempts Karen made. Raymond tried his best to accommodate Karen, but his true feelings were revealed in the actions that showed here and there.

Raymond wanted to be holed up in the manor alone with Karen again. The reason he didn’t force it was because he loved her, but he still wished for it.

It was difficult to persuade him who said it was better to turn their backs on the whole world. If Karen died to Prince Guiz this time, what he would say in the next life was obvious. He would say that new attempts were useless, so they should hole up in the manor again. Karen couldn’t help but pout.

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