Resetting Lady - Chapter 228

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06. Dullan Roid

“Marriage? Isn’t it too soon?”

Isella asked in surprise at Karen’s words. Karen nodded and answered.

“Yes… It is early, but my condition isn’t exactly good.”

“Then when?”

“In 3 days, on the day of Lord Louis’s coronation ceremony.”

“…Oh my, what?”

Isella’s mouth fell open.

“Are you cra… no, are you insa… no, are you in your right mind? On the day of Lord Louis’s coronation?”

Isella tried to soften her words as much as possible, but ended up saying the same thing anyway. Karen explained with a smile.

“Yes. We don’t want to attract attention. We want to keep it as quiet as possible, but if we call it a wedding, all our relatives and acquaintances of Raymond and myself would come, wouldn’t they?”

“Of course, it’s a wedding after all.”

“So I had no choice but to earnestly ask Lord Louis. We’ll have a very quiet ceremony, just the two of us in a small temple.”

“Why don’t you want to attract attention? Your belly isn’t even showing yet. Oh, sorry.”

Karen finally laughed at the blunt words. Isella looked embarrassed, but she couldn’t take back what she’d already said. Karen looked down at her very slightly protruding belly and whispered.

“Actually, it’s just that my belly doesn’t show much, but there aren’t many months left.”

“Then at least next week, or even if it’s really urgent, a few days after the coronation. Even if you can’t do it grandly, doing it on the coronation day… Just considering the achievements Lord Raymond made this time, Lord Louis would properly take care of you.”

“Isella, Lord Raymond and I don’t want any honor. We just want to go down and rest.”

“…Karen…”

Isella spoke seriously.

“Haven’t you read the scriptures too much since childhood? Lord Raymond might be tired from being in the military for so long, but you don’t need to follow him to live somewhere in the countryside. To say you want to rest without even properly enjoying yourself is ridiculous. Lord Raymond is being too selfish.”

“Hehe.”

There would be few people in this world who had enjoyed themselves as much as Karen. Hadn’t she played earnestly for over a hundred years in a young body? But since she couldn’t explain that, Karen just laughed. It would be nice if she could say such things to other people too. It would be nice if they would believe her.

But how could she explain that life, which even Raymond only truly understood after experiencing it himself?

“Anyway, can’t you postpone it even by a day? The day of the coronation will be really difficult.”

“It’s already decided. Why are you like this, Miss Isella?”

“Lord Louis invited me to sit in the section for royalty, so it would be difficult not to attend the coronation.”

Isella answered as if it were natural.

As if it were impossible that she wouldn’t be invited to the wedding.

“I’ll have to go even if it’s a bit late, is there anything you want me to bring?”

“…It’s okay.”

Her throat felt slightly choked up.

Becoming friends with Isella Evans had been impossible until now. Their personalities didn’t match well, and their hobbies and tastes were the same. And between them was Raymond.

However, even people who didn’t match each other could become friends like this with effort. After meeting a common enemy and spending time together. There could be friends made that way. Connections she thought impossible were continuing like this.

And that expression of Isella’s would eventually end in this life too.

The Isella of the next life would look at Karen with an unpleasant face again, try to pour tar on her head, make her wear shabby clothes, and subtly encourage Verdick to whip Karen.

‘No, we can become friends again.’

But in the end, this current moment would disappear.

Eventually, through a new beginning, the meaning of this moment would fade. And if this repeated again like this, the act of becoming close to Isella itself would become a tiresome and bothersome action. Just as it had been throughout her life so far. She would give up, saying it was bothersome and meaningless…

That was so unpleasant and sad that Karen’s throat choked up. It felt like a ball of paper was being forcibly stuffed into her throat.

“…Thank you, Isella. Really… But your heart alone is enough.”

Karen barely composed her expression and answered.

If she said more, she felt like she might cry.

* * *

Dulan sat alone again with a candle lit.

A small room in the Great Cathedral. Such a small space temporarily given to him was truly a place befitting him.

“Sigh.”

Dulan let out a sigh. After all the various incidents and major events that had troubled his mind for a while ended, he could finally shut himself in his room alone to read scriptures and examine herbs.

‘How peaceful my heart is.’

When Karen wasn’t maintaining her chastity and meeting other men before his eyes, it was agonizing. He felt like he would burn up from the fire rising beneath his skin.

Despite calling himself a heretic, there were even days when he resented God. He resented why God had given him this unattainable desire, this painful and burning desire. It was all the more agonizing because he knew it was a base and vile desire.

The wavering when Prince Guiz whispered to him was at a level he couldn’t tell anyone.

Lord, how cunning that voice was.

“If you do as I wish, I’ll give you Karen. I will never seek Karen again.”

“Make me a poison to kill the king.”

Prince Guiz’s voice continued endlessly. He wanted to cover his ears, but he wasn’t in a position to do so. It was useless to pray for strength to avoid temptation.

“I’ll give you the position of subdeacon. When the current archbishop dies soon, you will become the archbishop of this country. It’s the highest glory for a priest. It’s not even a sin. You’re just helping your father. He’s so old that even coughing is difficult for him these days. So as a dutiful son… shouldn’t you help your father?”

The voice became even lower.

“I’ll do it myself, so don’t be afraid. You just need to make the medicine.”

As soon as Dulan heard his low voice, he knew that if he refused, Guiz would immediately cut his throat. Death wasn’t frightening, but he was curious about the end of her current life. Because he knew this too would eventually end. Shouldn’t he give coins to his next life’s self?

“I understand.”

Dulan nodded.

He wasn’t in a position to refuse. But he also had no desire to kill another person, especially someone who was a king. Dulan praised life. He was obsessed with eternal life.

Even now when slaughtering sacrificial animals had become routine, it was still an unwelcome task. Watching life fade from his hands and transform into a lump of meat was quite an uncomfortable thing.

But what should he do?

What kind of medicine should he make? From the room Prince Guiz had prepared, Karen’s room was clearly visible. He remembered the time at the Great Cathedral. It would be a lie to say there was no sinister joy.

Dulan fell into contemplation while looking down at the scriptures and Karen. What medicine should he give? Dulan felt an indescribable sinisterness. He watched Karen’s daily life from the room across.

Watching her yawn and lie helplessly among luxurious items was quite an interesting daily routine. If he just handed over one medicine, instead of secretly watching from afar like this… He couldn’t stop various medicine formulas from coming to mind.

“Look at that. How ridiculous.”

If only he hadn’t seen Prince Guiz sneer and point his finger.

Dulan didn’t know what kind of action he might have taken.

“How utterly shameless.”

Though it was from afar, he couldn’t help but know.

Karen was holding hands with a man. And she was shaking her head at the man’s actions. Though her face was wet with rain, he could tell her expression even from afar.

It was a grief-stricken face that Dulan had never seen despite watching her secretly for so long. Karen would smile, be bored, or sneer, but she had never once made such a face. It was a face of true sorrow.

“That seems to be Lord Raymond Seyertes, Louis’s close associate. Do you know him too?”

“…No.”

And the moment Dulan saw that face, he knew.

This was the man Karen had said she would introduce to Father.

“Louis seems to be thinking of something quite interesting. Did he send his associate to take her away? But seeing that she’s not leaving, he might be thinking something else instead.”

Lord Raymond Seyertes.

Even from afar, he was a man with an impressive physique. Dulan knew that name too. The name of the handsome war hero was constantly on people’s lips.

“You’ve been deceived by that vixen. If you cooperate with me, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to take revenge on that wench as her husband.”

Dulan nodded.

But inside was different. As the unpleasant pleasure itching under his skin subsided, the time of acceptance approached. Guiz didn’t know Dulan. Dulan didn’t know himself either. Seeing Karen look at another man with his eyes, he had no choice but to accept it.

Karen would never look at him with such a face.

She had called him not as a husband, but as a ploy to keep her lover from catching Guiz’s attention. Guiz thought Dulan would be angry. Dulan thought he would be too. Dirty woman, lewd woman, a woman who didn’t care about driving him to death.

“All women are such animals.”

To Prince Guiz who was expressing disgust, Dulan whispered.

“I will make the medicine for you.”

Dulan made the medicine. It was a medicine that would make one collapse as if dead and fall into a state of suspended animation when consumed. The whole body would stiffen and the pulse would slow to a degree that would be difficult for even a doctor to notice during examination.

It was dangerous because he was an old man, but this was the maximum effort he could make. A healthy young person would wake up in less than a day, but an old man on his deathbed might eventually die.

“Excellent. Well made.”

Guiz tested the medicine he offered and smiled with satisfaction.

But Guiz would fail. The king would die and come back to life. The wavering heart he had when watching Karen come and go before his eyes disappeared completely. Those days when his heart wavered and he tormented himself with trials of lust. And even the prince’s tempting hand, he had rejected it all.

Because that wasn’t what was important to him.

That’s not what’s important. Neither lust, nor affection, nor even her good and evil or the presence or absence of chastity matters. Who Karen loves doesn’t matter either. Even her hating him doesn’t matter.

What’s important is that it doesn’t end.

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