Resetting Lady - Chapter 231

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“Ah….”

Karen looked down at the knife Dulan had grasped. His hands were trembling violently. Though Raymond had released his grip from behind, Dulan still couldn’t let go of the knife in shock. Looking at the blade that had pierced her heart, Karen murmured.

“…Help me.”

Since her lungs weren’t pierced, she could still speak. Terrible pain stabbed through her chest. Blood was flowing out like mad. She would die now. But she needed to make it more certain.

“…Ugh.”

Karen reflected on how familiar this moment of life draining away was to her. Death was her old friend. She really didn’t want to become close with it, but meeting this many times, she couldn’t help but become familiar.

She also had to agree more that an end was better than eternity. A finite existence with an end was better than repeating cycles.

Drip, drop.

From her mouth, from her chest, blood flowed endlessly. Hoping not too much blood would flow out, Karen curled up her body. It was certain that life was continuously draining away.

Raymond had let go. But Dulan was still holding on. Would this be enough?

Screaming sounds could be heard.

The smell of blood. Screaming sounds. Countless traces close to death. The moments she had feared and dreaded so much that she wanted to overcome them. So she thought she could overcome them by killing people.

But in the end, she couldn’t overcome them. Killing didn’t make the fear disappear. The fear grew day by day until it eventually suppressed even Raymond.

It started with herself.

Then it was others.

She killed people. Many people connected to her died.

She had even regretted not being able to kill Raymond. She thought if she killed more and more and more, she wouldn’t be afraid anymore.

Karen placed her hand over Dulan’s hand. And applied pressure.

“You….”

Now her tongue was slowly stiffening. Her life seemed more tenacious than expected.

She was curious who the last person she would kill would be. Would it be suicide again, or would she finally succeed in killing Raymond?

Now she seemed to understand. It started with herself, then others…. The last would be her child.

“Du, Dulan… Look at me…. Look straight… into my eyes.”

Karen barely moved her tongue.

To think this man would be what she saw just before dying. It was an ending she never imagined. She tried to smile but no smile would come.

“The one who… killed me… is you…. You need to know that. You, you… don’t think this is your fault right now? No. This… is you killing me.”

“No, no, no…. Karen, Lord Raymond. What is this.”

Dulan was startled. But Raymond had already let go. Dulan fell into confusion. When did Raymond stop touching it? Was he killing Karen now? He couldn’t understand. The whole world spun around.

Karen firmly grasped Dulan again as he shook his head. She had to hold onto him because her strength kept draining away. Raymond had shot her fallen head with a gun. It was for euthanasia, but even that, her pregnant body accepted as murder. Then, Dulan now too.

She had to speak. She had to speak. Right now… before she could no longer say anything. She held onto her fading vision. She opened her mouth. Tears resembling blood leaked from her eyes. Bloody water began seeping from her mouth. But I must look at you, speak to you.

Dulan Lloyd.

My enemy. The beginning of my death. My eternal collaborator.

Carrying sadness, anger, resignation, and… disgusting hatred on her tongue, she declared to you.

“I forgive you.”

Karen heard Isella’s screaming, Father’s crying in her ears. In the distance, she heard the festive sounds of celebrating citizens. She tried to look at Raymond’s face one last time, but it was too dark to see.

This life ends here.

* * *

It becomes distant.

Kicking off, she soared into the air then fell back to the ground. The one pushing from behind was Dulan. Karen was on a swing.

“I’m scared of dying.”

Karen was about five years old. One of the adult relatives had died. All the relatives attended the funeral. As family gatherings usually go, watching the young children falls to the slightly older kids.

Dulan was frowning as he pushed Karen’s back on the swing. He wanted to sit alone and read books instead of watching kids. Karen especially was unbearable. She was noisy, cried at every little thing, and never sat still.

For Dulan, who preferred sitting alone in corners from a young age, being with Karen was not just troublesome but terrible.

“Dulan, aren’t you scared of death? When you die, you can’t see Mother and Father. You can’t even breathe.”

“…Everyone’s scared of it.”

“Then why don’t you seem bothered?”

“Living keeps you busy so you forget.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Everyone lives that way.”

It was the same for adults. Death comes to everyone, and there were only two ways to overcome it. Find stability by believing in God, or just get used to the fear and live forgetting it.

Still, when afraid, sleeping or helping with work, learning letters makes a day pass quickly.

Not just Karen, but children who witness death naturally have vague fears about death. They forget as they grow up, then become afraid again when old. It was a fear of all humanity, so nothing special.

When children experiencing a funeral home for the first time fear the vague concept of death, a normal mother would teach such children about natural order or talk about religion.

But Karen’s mother was an unusual person. Catherine approached her daughter who was crying while talking with Dulan. Then she embraced Karen and comforted her.

“Scared of death? Karen, you don’t need to fear death. You can live forever until you want to die.”

“How?”

“You and I are under a spell. You won’t die until you think it’s okay to die.”

Karen’s eyes widened at Catherine’s words and asked back.

“Really? Mother, is it true?”

“Of course, really really.”

Catherine taught the crying, clinging Karen that way. Dulan, who had been troubled by Karen throughout the funeral, looked down at the sleeping Karen and sighed while speaking to Catherine.

“You should have just said praying hard would make it okay. Why such a lie….”

“It’s not a lie.”

Catherine was sincere.

“It’s not a lie.”

Dulan finally nodded to Catherine who repeatedly spoke with a serious face and said to Karen.

“Congratulations.”

“Is it something to congratulate?”

“Yes.”

Because now you don’t need to be afraid.

That’s good.

He truly thought that way. He never thought of such an ending.

This country has countless sacrifices. Humanity’s sins are so great that atonement is needed.

Priests are essentially the same as butchers. Every month they catch unblemished doves, twist their necks to kill them, then split their bellies, remove the organs, and burn them with fire as offerings to God. To take on humanity’s sins instead.

No, what’s before his eyes is not a dove but a person. Though he’s a priest, he’s a doctor. If there’s a person before him, he should suture, not split open.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

A shrill scream is heard. Dulan tried to manage the situation. No, she’s still warm. If he puts it back, sutures it, and gives appropriate shock to the heart, there might still be hope. She might not be dead yet. Still warm. The heart…. Where’s the needle?

“Ah.”

The heart is split.

His hands that were busily trying to manage stopped. Dulan realized that his efforts had no meaning whatsoever. When judgment ended, only questions remained.

Why?

Dulan looked up. At Raymond Seyertes, who had forced his hand to move.

He looked up at the groom who made him kill the bride.

Strangely, it felt unreal. Though screaming and shouting could be heard, it seemed like only Dulan himself and Raymond existed in this space. Raymond spoke to Dulan in a flat voice.

“You’re doing futile things, Priest Dulan.”

Dulan tried to understand what situation this was. But he couldn’t understand at all. Had he misjudged? Dulan thought that man Karen chose surely loved Karen.

He thought Karen loved that man too. Had he thought wrong? Did they actually hold grudges?

However, Raymond, who made him stab Karen, had an indescribable expression. Dulan couldn’t understand how to interpret the expression on his face. There were too many curious things.

Why was he making such a face? Why was he looking down with such resentful eyes? Why was he making such a hurt face? With eyes that seemed to say he too killed Karen….

“Remember…. The one who… killed me… is you…. Got it?”

A voice dripping with resentment and hatred. Hands losing strength. A body growing cold.

Dulan shook his head violently.

‘No! The one who stabbed, who killed you wasn’t me! It was your groom!’

“Why….”

“I’d like to ask more. Why are you trying to save her now? She’ll come back to life anyway.”

Raymond’s words left Dulan speechless.

Did he know about the regression? Was it truth he heard from Karen?

Raymond looked down at Dulan and continued speaking. It was an unbelievably calm voice for someone who had just stabbed a knife into his would-be wife moments ago.

“I remember. Thanks to you…. Oh my, it seems the ‘current’ you doesn’t know that method yet. That’s not very important. You’ll know soon. This is the result of her and my efforts. How is it?”

“You also… remember.”

“Yes.”

It’s confusing. The questions remain unsolved. Then why? Why now like this? Why is he trying to frame him for killing Karen? Dulan couldn’t understand Raymond.

If Raymond had learned about Karen’s eternal life thanks to him, he should be satisfied with that. They should be grateful to Dulan. They should rejoice in sharing love with a god who enjoys eternal virginity, eternal youth, and eternal life.

“…I, I don’t… understand.”

If the two truly love each other, isn’t that enough? They should get married and live together. If they even know about resurrection, wouldn’t that guarantee them perfect fortune? He had tried to be satisfied with his given role. Dulan was going crazy because he couldn’t understand the current situation.

“Why, why like this…”

“Oh my, as expected, even after telling you, you still don’t understand. I thought that would be the case, but it’s still rather sad.”

Dulan was holding Karen. He couldn’t help but know that she had already stopped breathing. Raymond was watching such Dulan while waiting for something.

“I feel a sense of déjà vu. In the past, you used to look down at me like this.”

Dulan was confused. Was he talking about a past that he couldn’t remember?

But if it was an action done by his past life self, he couldn’t understand it even more. Raymond continued watching him, who was full of questions. Dulan noticed. Raymond was waiting for something. What?

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