Resetting Lady - Chapter 201

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Since Raymond frequently visited as the prince’s shooting instructor, no one paid attention when he headed to the palace where the prince and crown prince stayed, rather than the central palace where the banquet was being held. The crown prince often sought out Raymond.

Prince Guiz was not a proper father, and the other tutors were old, so Prince Louis sometimes wanted to treat Raymond more like a cherished subordinate or older brother rather than a teacher.

While holding a gun during lessons, Prince Louis asked Raymond.

“Will I find such things interesting when I get older too?”

Raymond tried to ignore the music coming from the palace and answered Prince Louis.

“It doesn’t look very fun to me.”

Prince Louis was a different kind of person from Prince Guiz. It might be because he was still young, but Prince Louis resembled his grandfather, his minister tutors, and his godfather Count Fankair more than Prince Guiz. Was that why Prince Guiz hated Prince Louis more?

Banquets were frequently held at the royal palace. Prince Guiz only appeared when he felt like it, and usually when he attended, the banquet’s atmosphere would turn into a decadent party. Loud voices would be exchanged, big gambling would take place, and as time passed, courtesans disguised as maids would enter from outside the palace.

The old king had no energy left to interfere with such behavior that Prince Guiz displayed in the royal palace.

‘He’ll definitely attend today.’

Raymond remembered that he had attended the banquets around this time for over a hundred iterations. Then he would attend this time too.

The dark basement that Isella mentioned, the room with corpses hanging all over, was surely connected to Prince Guiz’s chamber. Karen would be there. She had to be. Still alive.

Sion had mentioned the possibility that she might already be dead, but that was out of the question for Raymond right now.

If Karen was dead, he would quickly kill himself too. She would want that as well. Raymond was now tired of living in a world without her. He had obtained enough information now.

Now he had to move under the premise that Karen was alive.

As Raymond walked, whenever people weren’t watching, he dropped small bombs one by one in the corridors or toward the garden. They were wound up to automatically explode after time passed.

They were very loud, enough to divert people’s attention. Some would burst colorfully like fireworks. It would be even better if they produced even small fires.

Since Karen was unofficially kidnapped, if he rescued her and kept her in his house, Prince Guiz wouldn’t be able to touch her anymore. Raymond resolved to hide Karen even deeper than last time.

What did I tell you.

In this life, Karen had overexerted herself. Karen wanted to go out into the outside world. The moment she realized that where she had been all this time wasn’t a book, she made many efforts again. But those efforts didn’t bear fruit.

As expected, the world was difficult, frightening, and too rough for Karen to live in. Let’s return to the manor this time too. Put Karen back in the room, whisper love to each other in bed, and that would be enough. Would she be unhappy then?

That couldn’t be. Karen would love him. Because she had only him. Spending one year together like that, then another year. Living together for decades, centuries, millennia like that would be a happy ending. That would be a sufficiently satisfying eternal life.

Even if something unprecedented happened like Isella helping Karen. Even if a miracle occurred where Verdick saved Karen. In the end, they were others and only the two of them mattered. They needed to spend more time together. The whole world was tiresome.

“…No one’s here.”

Raymond stood in front of the prince’s chamber door. He hadn’t encountered anyone yet. There were too few people. Raymond went out to the terrace to check if any notes had come from Sion as he passed by, but there was nothing yet. Had Prince Guiz not arrived at the banquet hall?

‘I have to wait.’

The original him would have to do that.

He had to be certain. He had to endure to increase the success rate as much as possible. Prince Guiz might still be beyond that door with his subordinates. Escaping from the royal palace might become impossible forever. Raymond knew with his head that he shouldn’t move rashly until he confirmed Prince Guiz’s location.

“…”

But he couldn’t endure it. Thinking that Karen might be beyond that door, all the patience he had maintained until now disappeared without a trace.

Two whole days had already passed. Even 5 minutes was enough for a skilled butcher to cut someone’s throat. Beating the entire body was nothing. Raymond hoped that Karen had acted wisely and survived. But he failed at waiting wisely himself.

Creak.

Raymond put his pistol in his coat. There was still time before the first bomb would explode. Then it would be better to use a knife. Raymond took out a medium-length knife from his coat.

‘If anyone sees this, it’s an instant death sentence.’

“…”

There was no one in Prince Guiz’s chamber. But the room was slightly disheveled. He had gone out. Had he attended the banquet? Then now was the opportunity.

Raymond knelt on the floor and lifted the carpet. There, like before, he could see the entrance to the passageway.

This time it wasn’t locked. It was lightly closed. Raymond lifted the door. And went inside.

“Karen.”

Raymond took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Though Sion hadn’t sent any news yet, he couldn’t wait any longer.

Raymond checked the positions of his gun and knife again. This was really the limit now. He didn’t want to be separated from Karen any longer, and he didn’t want to see her suffering.

Even if he had to kill everyone he encountered and leave, he would do so.

That was better than waiting.

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Isella danced the steps with Sion. Tension filled the air. Several couples were slowly dancing to the bright waltz played by the court musicians, but it was dancing to enliven their own groups rather than an atmosphere for seriously socializing with others.

Sion spoke to Isella, who looked uncomfortable.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

It was still early so the atmosphere wasn’t too bad. Sion slowly moved with Isella while looking around. Even though it was held at the royal palace, it wasn’t a banquet held for New Year or festivals, but a regularly held banquet.

Originally, the atmosphere of this gathering was predictable. Just a gathering to waste time and enjoy oneself. It was a consumptive, decadent, and boring gathering. Sion willingly attended such parties, but since his main interest was mature noble ladies, it wasn’t a very attractive banquet.

This was a gathering mainly for men who liked entertainment. A gathering where even the few women present would usually leave after a few hours. He didn’t quite like leaving Isella here. But what was important now wasn’t Isella’s and his own enjoyment.

“Count Sion, Prince Guize will definitely attend, right?”

“Yes, probably…”

Sion trailed off. When Isella looked up at him urgently, he moved slightly away from Isella then closer again as he continued.

“Prince Guize originally attends as he pleases. Other sources said he would attend, but…”

Raymond had spoken confidently, but as someone who attended such banquets more often than Raymond, Sion couldn’t understand what he was basing his confidence on.

Though it was called a banquet, it wasn’t an important day nor a festival period. Not many nobles had attended either. Just a few young nobles who liked entertainment were playing around here and there, flirting with women.

Would Prince Guiz attend? Sion wasn’t certain. The decorations weren’t particularly splendid, nor had more high-ranking nobles attended. Of course, since Guiz acted as he pleased, the possibility of attendance wasn’t completely absent.

‘But today is unusually… wholesome.’

Sion noticed the sense of incongruity he was feeling. Prince Guiz, despite being royalty, liked to turn banquet halls into decadent spaces.

He wanted people to crawl around while spilling wine on the brilliant marble, and preferred courtesans and male courtesans standing instead of servants. He enjoyed watching those ruined by gambling lose their dignity, and also liked to provide guarantees and then blackmail with them.

But today was somewhat different.

The alcohol was ordinarily luxurious and not very strong. The music was cheerful waltz, and the decorative cloth was draped with bright cream-colored fabrics. Early lilies were decorated here and there, giving an atmosphere more like a salon hosted by any noble lady rather than a royal palace banquet he would attend.

When he attended, the atmosphere wouldn’t be like this. Was he really attending today? Sion bit his lips slightly. Isella looked up at such Sion and asked.

“Then what happens if he doesn’t attend?”

Sion frowned.

Then things would get complicated. If that happened, Raymond might encounter Prince Guiz. Then where would Karen Hyer be.

“Then.”

But his words were cut off. Because a servant shouted loudly.

“Prince Guize is entering!”

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