Resetting Lady - Chapter 232

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“Priest Dulan, do you think you’re being wronged? Do you think you don’t know why you’re suffering like this? You don’t know your own sins, do you.”

He couldn’t understand what they were saying. He was not a sinner. He couldn’t be a sinner. He was a victim. He was one who helped complete love. One who protected eternity. Karen and Raymond should be grateful to him.

“Priest, how far are you planning to run?”

You shouldn’t do this to me.

* * *

The man opened his mouth. Tattered white things fell from his hands along with flesh.

“Please.”

He pulled out his own teeth while shedding tears.

As if he was in terrible agony.

What is this?

Dulan drew in a breath. A scene he had never experienced was emerging. He saw a hallucination of Raymond pulling out his own teeth. He shook his head. His vision returned again.

“Ugh… Right now…”

Blood began flowing from Dulan’s mouth. Dulan realized he had bitten his tongue. But there was no pain. He needed to come to his senses.

Once again his vision blurred. He reached out his hand. But there was nothing to touch.

“Ka, Karen Hyer. Would you make that same face when your hus…band comes?”

It starts with a question.

You think you’re the protagonist of a story. I’m just a suitable obstacle until your male lead appears. Then you’ll frown and show your dislike at my question.

“Not yet.”

Yes, I thought so.

The dance begins. The small creature who used to throw tantrums and be temperamental has somehow grown into a graceful beauty moving skillfully. Watching this, Dulan thinks. This beauty will be eternal.

“The young lady was holding a coin with numbers carved on it. It was engraved with 117. What does it mean?”

“117.”

Only then did he understand. He had succeeded. This time too he had succeeded and Karen was now preserved in eternity. But fear was greater than joy. He should have checked the coin from the first day. Of all days, on that first day. Dulan bit his lip.

‘…What if she’s pregnant?’

Dulan thinks about the amount of drugs he had administered in the past. It’s fine. She won’t be able to give birth. It would have been the same in the past. Like this, she will have a stillbirth and life will repeat. Even if it’s his own child.

He doesn’t regret it.

What he wants is not carnal desire. Not affection. The value he seeks is in a higher place. Creating eternity with human hands. Before eternity, a life of bearing and raising children is trivial.

That’s something any person, any woman can do. What’s important is immortality. That is God.

“She’s insane. I hastily hid it so it ended up like this, but she was definitely dead. The young lady killed Nancy.”

Bowen pointed at Nancy, who was in a horrible state, with disgust. Dulan looked at Nancy’s face. Her eyes were wide open with fear and pain.

“…It’s fine… I expected it. It would be hard to live with a sound mind.”

“Lord Dulan.”

“Go and do your job.”

The corpses continued. Next, a condemned prisoner’s body was dumped again in pieces. It seemed like an expression of anger at having Nancy’s corpse taken away. And Karen brought the condemned prisoner’s child. Dulan looked into the child’s open mouth. It had severe burns.

Dulan looked at Karen’s face. She was grinning and smiling. Next there were two. The former tutor and her maid. Bowen, who was collecting those who had died from gunshots, was disgusted. The number of corpses increased rapidly. The moment Isella encountered Karen while fleeing from her, Dulan realized.

Karen was completely broken.

Karen would not stop killing.

This was the result of what he had done.

He had wanted to create eternity. He had wanted to gift eternal life. But the Karen before his eyes was a beast raging mad from solitude and boredom. This was the result he had created, his sin. Dulan had no choice but to acknowledge that fact.

The biggest problem was that despite all this, he absolutely… didn’t want to give up. There was something he could never give up. Something he couldn’t let go of even if he died.

He looks down. He sees the result of what he had done.

There is the lord’s burned corpse. There is the corpse of a young child who died. The maid he had cremated, the tutor, and that maid again… Dulan knew the end of what he had done.

However, Dulan was certain. They would come back to life again. So Karen could not be a sinner. The only sinner was himself, who had driven Karen mad. After learning that Karen was pregnant, Dulan steadied himself from his momentary wavering and prayed.

‘Lord, do not forgive me. For I know myself that I am a sinner.’

And he decided. He must take responsibility. But he could never give up.

“Love truly. Then I’ll… help you. I’ll pass on everything I know.”

He made a bet. Tired of repeated lives, she would mock love but couldn’t let go of hope. That love, even if she mocked it, was something she had kept deep in her mind for a very long time. And the hope Dulan offered would be able to suppress her mad rampaging behavior.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Dulan realized his position. He keenly felt what he had to do. Let’s see if Karen finds true love, a love she really can’t let go of. And let’s see if he can acknowledge it. If the man she chooses seems worthy even to him.

“Don’t, don’t forget. You must love… enough for me to acknowledge it.”

I’ll kill my child in your womb and help complete your love. And you’ll live happily ever after with him. It’s my wedding gift to you.

Blood flows from his eyes so he can’t see properly.

Blood flows from his nose, his mouth, everywhere. Dulan knew that memories he didn’t recognize were surfacing. What memories are these? Are they hallucinations? Am I going mad?

He hears voices. Faintly from far away, but right next to him.

Death was flowing.

Time begins to flow. Memories begin to surface.

One day Dulan saw Karen’s obituary. It was a short article in the local newspaper. It said she was murdered after drinking poisoned wine on her wedding day and the police were doing their best to investigate. Since Dulan and Karen were nothing more than distant relatives, the contact arrived later than the newspaper article.

Dulan led the funeral but couldn’t say much. The face that had consumed poison had turned purple like her eyes in life. He placed a coin in her hand. It will be less frightening next time.

One day someone reported Karen’s death.

Miss Karen was killed by being trampled by a horse. A few days later, a request came to officiate the funeral. The lord, upon learning of his child’s death, fainted and collapsed, then died on the spot. Dulan had to dig two graves.

When examining the corpse, a coin was found on Karen’s body. The investigators didn’t know its meaning, but Dulan did. It must have been intense this time. Dulan secretly smiled as he placed that coin in Karen’s hand.

One day Karen died due to a love affair.

She was pushed down the stairs and broke her neck. Dulan laughed in disbelief as he turned her neck back into place. A coin came out from her bosom. As he placed it in her hand, he advised that she might try finding some other entertainment rather than adultery. Of course, the corpse said nothing. Dulan threw dirt on the grave.

One day something impossible happened.

Looking at Karen’s face saying she would marry him, Dulan felt disgusted. Because he knew Karen had a coin engraved with the number 77. In those 77 lives, how had she lived to come to him? In any case, he had succeeded.

And this time too he would succeed. Looking at the tombstone engraved with Karen Lloyd’s name, Dulan wanted to carve out the name. She’s not my wife. I didn’t do it. It’s not what he did.

Death approaches him.

Karen stamps her feet.

Dulan pushes her back with all his strength. Then Karen soars high into the sky, rising to an unreachable place.

What I wanted was.

* * *

Raymond closed his eyes.

He couldn’t see an answer. It was endless darkness. That’s what he thought.

He had spent a long time with Dulan.

He had to properly utilize the priest he had finally caught. His time was much longer than Karen’s, but it had never felt as long as this time.

While torturing Dulan and using the knowledge he had accumulated so far, Raymond learned how he had regained his memories. And he even learned that Dulan had already properly ruined Karen’s body.

Dulan had used his own child to make Raymond regain his memories. Dulan had been involved with Karen in the past, but that hadn’t been able to destroy his faith.

“Why did you do it?”

“I, I was afraid I would become weak. In case my future self… might become weak-hearted. I was afraid of that.”

“I can’t understand.”

“I don’t seek understanding.”

Dulan said that until he died.

He didn’t need Raymond’s understanding. His fanaticism wasn’t in the realm of seeking others’ recognition. He didn’t even seek his own understanding. Dulan feared becoming weak more than anything.

If Karen gave birth, eternity would end. So Dulan had already made Karen’s body unable to bear children.

“What if… my heart becomes weak? Lord Raymond, you were mistaken about something. I don’t wish to be united with her in that way.”

“…Why did you make me bear these memories? Why me of all people?”

“What’s the point of asking me now?”

Dulan muttered while looking down at his tattered fingernails.

“I somewhat resent… my past self. Why did he choose you, of all people.”

To torment me this much.

It was a conversation that drove Raymond to the edge.

And Dulan died before long. While Raymond was away, he had finally succeeded in suicide. Raymond crawled with his remaining arm to see him who had committed suicide by smashing his head against the stone wall, then leaned against the wall and sighed.

“I’ll see you in the next life then, Priest Dulan. Maybe in the one after that too, and the one after that.”

No matter how much Karen and he tried, no matter what methods they used, a child would never be born. The result he had obtained through his efforts this time was despair. There would be no end. Raymond placed the hammer he often used on the dead Dulan’s chest instead of a sacred object.

Over the long years, both the torturer and the tortured had grown weary. The two had become the same. Thinking of the next life, the one after that, and all that would continue, it was rather Raymond who suffered. Because Dulan wouldn’t even remember this current pain.

“Still, I should be able to do better in the next life.”

The single consolation was in the same context as despair. There was eternal time. Eventually, he would find the answer.

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