Resetting Lady - Chapter 207

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Dulan had heard stories about Prince Guiz from Catherine several times. Prince Guiz was a person born with an evil nature, someone that even Catherine, who had lived through multiple lives, could not handle.

Why did Karen become such a person’s mistress?

The fact that Karen, Catherine’s daughter, became Prince Guiz’s mistress was a scandal of the ages. It was a fact that many people remembered – Catherine had briefly been in a romantic relationship with Prince Guiz. But to take her daughter Karen as his mistress, countless unspeakable stories would obviously circulate.

There’s a man I’d like to introduce to Father.

Could that possibly be Prince Guiz?

Did Karen mean she would introduce Prince Guiz to the Lord?

It was excessively vulgar. If anyone discovered such thoughts, it would be grounds not just for great ridicule but for receiving disgusted looks. To take a middle-aged man who had been her mother’s lover as her own lover, and then introduce him to her father. It wasn’t the thinking of a normal person.

But Karen is not an ordinary person. And Dulan knows this.

Was she seeking extreme stimulation?

It was incomprehensible. But even in the chaos, he knew what he had to do. Dulan looked down at the paper on his desk.

He couldn’t know what Karen was thinking, but he couldn’t refuse this proposal. Whether it was something the world would mock, whatever abyss he might fall into, whether it was a trap. He couldn’t refuse.

And Dulan named that emotion curiosity.

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Raymond looked down at Karen’s lifeless face. He let out a deep sigh. His tears had dried up and wouldn’t come. This was reality.

Now it was over. In this life where they had shut out everything and spent time together, his connection with Karen had ended. As long as he lived, he would never see her again.

As with all people, death had separated the two of them.

“…Karen.”

But Raymond was different from others. He didn’t need to live the rest of his life longing for her. When he died, immediately, not long after, he could meet her. He didn’t need to fear death.

When he died, he would start again, and he could meet her again. It was possible with just the pull of a finger. But Raymond couldn’t immediately shoot himself in the head.

Because of this man.

“Priest.”

Raymond looked down at the unconscious Dulan. He kicked him lightly, but whether from the great pain or unconsciousness, he couldn’t easily open his eyes. After long torture, his body had lost much of its form, but still he hadn’t died.

Because Raymond had carefully tended to him intermittently to ensure he didn’t stop breathing. If Dulan died quickly, only Raymond would lose out. The information he had revealed was insufficient for Raymond.

“Finally meeting you again in this life, there should be some gain, shouldn’t there.”

He could guess what Dulan had done, but he didn’t know exactly how much he really knew or specifically what he had done. And in the previous life, he had died to Karen several times before even meeting Raymond, so Raymond couldn’t get his hands on him.

Karen died early in succession, and only on the fifth time did she give up and look for another method. Raymond finally met Karen and at last got his hands on Dulan too.

Striking down Dulan who was preparing for dawn mass and dragging him away was as routine and easy for Raymond as tying shoelaces.

The first thing he did was cut his leg tendons.

“Priest.”

Raymond grabbed Dulan’s hair and lifted his head. He thought Dulan looked stupid with one front tooth missing. His face looked dirty with dried blood stuck to it.

“I wanted to have many conversations with you. You may not know me well now, but we’ve met many times.”

“Quickly…”

Dulan barely opened his mouth. Ironically, his stutter seemed to have improved after several teeth were pulled out. But his pronunciation was just as lispy, making it still difficult to understand. Raymond clicked his tongue and grabbed Dulan’s hair again. It was to hear better.

“Please kill me.”

“Why should I show such mercy?”

Raymond strongly grabbed and twisted Dulan’s ear as if squeezing it. It wasn’t worth hearing. He thought about tearing it off, but refrained since several places were already injured.

“Karen just died. Karen, who is your relative, your original fiancée, and my lover.”

“…Why… me…”

Dulan stopped speaking. His face contorted. Whether from severe pain or shock at Karen’s death was unclear. Raymond waited, but Dulan said nothing more and looked up at Raymond.

Why me, what was he trying to say after that. Why are you doing this to me, or why didn’t you show me to a doctor. But it was unknowable.

“This isn’t the first time. And you’ll continue to die in the future.”

“…”

“Won’t you tell me how to end it?”

Won’t you show mercy?

But Dulan’s face was contorted with pain.

“What… I told you is everything.”

“I see.”

It’s important to conduct torture efficiently, with gradations from weak to strong. Even torture that doesn’t greatly harm the body is effective at grasping and shaking a person’s mind.

But weak torture alone is insufficient. The human body has inertia, and neurotic torture methods become dull if used for too long. So sometimes hammers, hooks, and knives are necessary. Direct beating quickly becomes tiring. With tools, violence can be applied effectively.

And revenge is necessary, not purely just to extract information.

If he couldn’t quench his thirst for revenge, he wouldn’t be able to endure.

‘Does he really not know?’

Raymond looked at his legs, which had become little more than attached decorations. It might be better to cut them off. Not long after Dulan fell into Raymond’s hands, he shed tears and begged for mercy. Raymond looked down at him, hoping an answer might come sooner than expected.

But until today when Karen died, Dulan couldn’t provide a proper answer.

It wasn’t that there was no information at all. While torturing Dulan, he could hear a few things.

Such as the fact that one could be freed by becoming pregnant.

Thanks to that, when Karen hesitated and confessed that she seemed unable to be freed because she was infertile, he wasn’t surprised. It was information he had already obtained from Dulan.

But there was nothing decisive.

During the year or so of torturing him, Raymond pondered.

This ‘current’ bastard might truly not know. At this point in time, he might really know very little.

If no amount of torture could reveal anything. If his actions couldn’t amount to more than just venting anger.

Then how could they receive salvation?

Thud.

“…Damn.”

Raymond looked down at the hacksaw. Despite appearing to have a skeleton-like body, blood and fat flowed and dripped between the saw teeth. It showed that he was a person with flesh, a living person.

It was inconvenient for Raymond. He needed a new saw blade. Foam was flowing from Dulan’s mouth. He would need treatment too.

“Rest for a moment, Priest.”

He left the room to sharpen his tools.

Raymond looked at the garden outside the window and thought of Karen’s remaining body. The body was just something left behind. If left alone, it would rot to bare bones, so it had to be dealt with somehow. As he had done over a hundred times. He had no intention of embracing the corpse and mourning death forever.

“Cremation would be best, wouldn’t it? It’s the cleanest. Or burial would be fine too. I’ll place her in the family tomb. Come to think of it, being buried together might be a bit difficult. We weren’t officially married… Well, if I at least set up a tombstone, who would pull it out.”

Raymond muttered. But there was no answer. Raymond closed his mouth. There was no one beside him.

“…Just a little while ago, she was right here.”

From after regaining his memories until meeting the real Karen, Raymond was tormented by Karen’s memories and fantasies. Beside him, Karen always appeared in the same form, repeating words she had said in the past.

“See, I told you you’d forget.”

Sometimes she would mutter words she might have said. In the end, all of it was illusion.

It was sometimes slightly inconvenient while going about daily life. But soon he began to enjoy even that. He was aware that his mental state wasn’t very good, but he didn’t want to receive treatment. He loved Karen’s fantasies and found comfort in them.

“Planting a tree after burial might be nice too. Would roses be good? With red hair, she might think roses are too cliché…”

Damn.

Raymond closed his mouth. The fantasy wasn’t visible.

He felt foolish. It would be fine now. He had met Karen. Though she wasn’t beside him now, Karen wouldn’t choose quick death again. Then he should prepare for the rest of this lifetime for her sake before moving on. Fantasies weren’t necessary. Memories were enough.

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