Resetting Lady - Chapter 233

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If Dulan has twisted and reattached the strings of time, then they too have that much time.

The current Raymond felt relief at the fact that he could see Karen once again. Meet Karen again, worry again, and live together while someday finding an end.

‘It’s okay. I can meet her again.’

‘It’s okay. Because she’ll come back to life.’

But in one corner of his heart, there was resignation.

The hope that humans grasp to escape eternity is ultimately eternity itself.

There’s no greater irony than this.

“What are you so afraid of?”

“I don’t know, Karen.”

Raymond muttered.

Is this an illusion? How many years have passed now? Where is he right now? But what does any of that matter? In the endless cycle of life, only one thing is important.

“I just need you to be there.”

He will meet again, love again, and die again.

This love never ends.

That’s enough.

He opens his eyes again.

Raymond’s new beginning is always the battlefield.

Sometimes when starting, his eyes get injured.

“Lord Raymond! I’m sorry… truly sorry.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

It was his own mistake, living again countless times. Raymond looks at the young knight from decades ago with one eye. He becomes sentimental. That young man is always young, Louis is always a boy, and Karen is always a maiden who just became an adult.

This time too, if he just lives again, that’s enough.

What should he do first? Raymond pondered and eventually chose the same method as before. Go to Isella first, then go find Karen. Then slowly explain everything.

However, going to meet Karen immediately was difficult. Then he lost strength when he realized there was no meaning in forcing himself to meet her quickly. Karen would be at the manor and she would be safe there until that day.

“Please give me that necklace.”

But when Raymond saw Karen appear in an impossible distance, in an impossible place, he first thought he was dreaming. Why isn’t she waiting at the manor?

“I wanted to try living a bit differently. I thought I’d go to Mr. Verdick Evans and ask him to reduce the debt a little.”

She speaks of hope lightly.

“Even if it doesn’t work out, it can’t be helped, but I want to try to lighten Father’s burden.”

Why is that important to you?

Karen speaks of the future. She speaks of hope. She speaks of a wider world. That’s why Raymond’s mouth wouldn’t open at all. He didn’t want to tell her the truth.

He had given up everything except Karen. And Raymond no longer wanted to do anything other than love Karen.

“I want to become friends with Isella.”

You don’t need that.

Karen, our child cannot be born. We cannot face death. In this world, there was no one, is no one, and will be no one except us two.

You don’t need anything. Memories won’t overlap and connections will be severed, the world will collapse. Children won’t be born. Don’t do useless things. Don’t make efforts. Efforts are meaningless. And yet, in the end.

Long live His Majesty Louis!

The future where Louis becomes king was decided. It was a miracle that had never happened once in over 7,000 years. It wasn’t something that could be done by Raymond’s power alone. Countless people’s choices, efforts, and coincidences overlapped. A future Raymond didn’t know came into being.

Ah, the world was this unknowable. Uncertain, with countless possibilities, and an endlessly stretching future was before Raymond’s eyes.

Raymond had no choice but to confess.

I said I only needed you, but I want to live in the world together with you.

I absolutely cannot give up your life, our life, our future.

And for that, I can do anything.

Truly anything.

Even if it means using my own child.

“Do you think Dulan will give up when he recovers his memories?”

Karen asked.

“Dulan is, as you know, someone who ran away because he hated even remembering things himself. But if he has conviction, Dulan is someone who would laugh at even death. If he recovers his memories, will he give up?”

Raymond said to Karen.

“He will give up. I’m certain of it. I’ve now come to understand Priest Dulan better. Because he gave me his memories.”

Dulan gave Raymond the power to overcome himself. Raymond understood Dulan. He could know his heart, his actions, and the choices he would make.

When Dulan ultimately couldn’t kill the king, Raymond was certain.

He knew Dulan’s weak point. He might call it morality himself.

Raymond finally knew that one weakness of Dulan’s. Perhaps he might have known it earlier. He lacked resolve and covered his own eyes.

But the current Raymond could do anything for the next day. And he chose.

“Priest Dulan has never, not once in over a hundred lifetimes, lived for long.”

He was always young.

* * *

Memories begin to surface before Dulan’s eyes.

Hundreds of memories, Karen’s deaths begin to surface. But it’s okay. He’s certain. Karen will come back to life again. Because she has gained eternal life.

…And he won’t be able to see it.

* * *

Priest, do you know this? You have always committed suicide shortly after Karen’s death until now. I know. I’m certain now. You cannot endure it.

I ultimately became her perfect match. It’s not because of my appearance, nor because of my conduct, and certainly not because of wealth.

It’s because I’m someone who definitely kills when I must kill.

Even if it’s Karen.

…In the end, you were right.

About what I could give her being ‘death.’

You must know your sin.

Do you remember now?

Bang!

And only Dulan remained.

“No… no…”

Dulan crawled to Raymond. But the bullet that precisely pierced his temple had exited the other side and was embedded in the temple wall. Dulan held Raymond with his hands, but anyone could see there was no soul left inside.

“No…”

Bloody tears began to flow from Dulan’s eyes.

This wasn’t what he wanted. He had given up on Karen. He tried to give up. And he tried to bless them. Eternity, eternal love. He believed he could bless the man she chose, even if it wasn’t him.

There was Karen sitting on top of the tower, looking down below. Facing execution, having noticed her infertility, Karen’s face was haggard but slightly brightened.

“Dulan, Lord Raymond has returned.”

“…Yes.”

“Lord Raymond has returned. I told him not to come.”

Again her face is colored with sorrow.

“Pity him.”

No, you love him.

“Love is something people do with each other!”

No, I can tell.

So Dulan decided. The bet was lost. Perhaps he had hoped. That she wouldn’t love. That she would live alone forever.

But this is the man chosen by Karen who has lived for over a hundred years. This is the man she chose, believing in that ridiculous whisper telling her to find her male protagonist, calling it her destiny. That choice couldn’t be wrong.

Watching Raymond rush to Karen who had given up everything and was dragged to the execution site, he had no choice but to acknowledge it.

This man is the one you chose. There’s a man who can give up so much for you. Someone who loves principles and justice but can consider you more important than those. I admit I could never do that.

“You won the bet.”

He presses down on the finger with his foot and detaches it. Then he watches Karen falling and Raymond kicking off the wall to leap up. He prays they won’t reach each other.

So die.

Your love will be completed, you’ll gain an eternal companion, and I will bless that marriage.

* * *

“Why me of all people?”

He sees himself asking Catherine.

Why did you choose me of all people? Why did you tell me to help you? Why of all people.

Catherine sits elegantly as always, with a faint smile, looking down at young Dulan.

“Well, that’s obvious.”

“You.”

“Karen…”

There are emotions one cannot possess.

That alone must not be. If so, it would be something utterly impossible to do. This dirty, unrelenting, nauseating heart, this curiosity, this obsession cannot be called such an emotion.

“Mother says I won’t die.”

How wonderful.

You don’t need to worry. You don’t need to see the future through anxiety. You don’t need to fear death. Death is scary, isn’t it? There is no beautiful ending. The story doesn’t end.

* * *

“This isn’t right!”

Two corpses remained. This wasn’t what he had wanted. Dulan screamed.

All memories begin to overlap and all lives fill his mind, his vision, his ears. Rising from within, they block his throat. He hears voices that shouldn’t reach his ears. He sees things that shouldn’t be visible. Endless whispers and illusions begin.

If only you could understand me, Priest. This pain, these tears, these sighs—if only you could understand them too. If only I could give you these memories as well.

I wish you were afraid. I wish you were deeply sad. I wish you spent nights of endless wailing.

You cannot escape. Our child died because of you.

Dulan was imprisoned.

In place of the unconscious Lord Hyer, Isella handled the situation. Isella ordered the servants to bind Dulan and hand him over, and Count Fankair took over his handling.

The Count imprisoned him but couldn’t decide how to deal with him even after several days had passed. He couldn’t tell Louis. Since it was the early period of his reign after the coronation, he was extremely sensitive, and the Count couldn’t bring up such a disturbing tragedy.

Karen and Raymond had stepped forward to the platform for their wedding vows, and since Dulan was officiating before them, their position was quite far from the other people. People couldn’t understand the situation that was unfolding too rapidly. What was certain was that Karen had been stabbed to death, and Raymond had committed suicide.

Then naturally Isella pointed to the remaining Dulan as the culprit, but Raymond’s letter, left behind when he immediately committed suicide upon his bride’s death, confused the Count even more.

If Karen dies, the culprit is Dulan.

But Count, no matter how the trial goes, please absolutely prevent him from dying. He is not someone who should take the easy path of execution.

The Count had a headache over his letter that foretold Karen’s and his own death.

The dead had no words, and the living also had no words.

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