Resetting Lady - Chapter 244

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The man who read the book

…Congratulations, Lord Raymond.

No, Baron Raymond.

It’s finally over.

What I told you then, that I knew nothing more, was the truth.

Certainly the records at that time pointed to one million deaths, and the first saint appeared 2000 years ago. As you saw with Karen, even experiencing death just 100 times devastates a person’s mind.

As you and I experienced.

It’s hard to think that Karen’s ancestors shared about ten thousand deaths.

So there’s only one thing I can speculate. The method I used to revive your memories. The method you used to revive my memories.

The method of sharing each other’s memories.

…When Karen committed murder at age 117, that’s when I first faced a part of my sin.

Though I’m ashamed to write this myself, only then did I think about my child dying, about having to kill her with my own hands, and yet being unable to give up eternity despite it all.

But to just wait quietly for time to pass, the fact that what was in that belly was my child, watching Karen go mad alone after already repeating death 100 times was difficult. That should be called fear, not guilt.

So I told Karen to find love, and I desperately searched for clues.

Verdick Evans at that time generously supported me financially since his daughter’s life was at stake, and with that money I searched for methods while devising a hideous plan.

The records from 2000 years ago had already scattered and been distorted into unofficial histories, but I searched for clues even to the point of digging up the Grand Duchess’s tomb. I gambled by combining various unofficial histories, legends, and records.

If you kill Karen’s child, the killer will share the memories of the countless deaths she experienced.

…That means taking on that many deaths in their place. Death must be repaid with death, after all.

It was a fact I only realized when it befell me. All the memories became shackles from which I could no longer escape, and as you know, that flood of memories is not something an ordinary person can endure.

Karen’s death.

And your death.

And my death.

And… even the deaths experienced by the child in the womb.

The number of deaths I thought would still be many apparently ended there.

That’s the only way I can think of it.

One million deaths have ended.

Congratulations on the birth of a daughter who doesn’t resemble Karen.

Now never see each other again, don’t contact each other…

…Be happy.

* * *

Raymond folded the letter. Now it was over.

Now all that remained was waiting for the next day. Waiting for the first day of the final life that Karen couldn’t see.

“Baron, your wife is looking for you.”

“Yes, tell her I’ll be right there.”

Raymond stood up. When he knocked on Karen’s door, Karen looked up at Raymond with a tense face.

“It’s tonight.”

“…Yes. Bring Rebecca here.”

The nanny picked up the baby she had been cooing over and handed her to Raymond. Raymond held the baby and sighed together with Karen. It would be over in just a few hours. How should they spend the time?

“Shall we walk around for exercise?”

“You really do love exercise.”

“Do I?”

“…Rebecca will like it too.”

Karen began with those words. Last night’s dream where she saw her daughter’s future.

My daughter doesn’t resemble me but she’s still pretty and healthy. She’s very tall and tomboyish, and very strong too. Rebecca will surely cause a lot of worry from a young age.

Maybe it’s because you’ll teach her too enthusiastically.

No, not teaching her would be neglect… Just do whatever feels comfortable.

They walked around the manor having such conversations. Servants and maids hurriedly greeted them while cleaning and decorating the house. Tess Manor was in a somewhat colder place than Hyer Estate, so despite being early spring, the inside of the manor was quite chilly.

“I don’t see Tom?”

Karen was looking at the servants when she realized that one boy who used to run errands among them had disappeared. Had that boy failed to survive this time too? Though it couldn’t be helped, it left a bitter taste. But Raymond shook his head.

“Tom was taken by Priest Dulan.”

“Why would he do such a thing…?”

“He said the boy has various illnesses and would need consistent treatment. And he needs one more child to run errands.”

Karen found it strange that Dulan was doing something resembling a good deed. He had complained it was dirty and refused even when Karen directly ordered him to provide treatment.

“Um, and… next spring, would you like to… visit my brother once?”

“He hasn’t passed away yet?”

Karen asked in pure surprise, then realized her mistake, but it was too late. Raymond chuckled and answered.

“Yes. They say he’s improved greatly. He couldn’t come to the wedding, but… he says he’d like to meet you once. Rebecca too.”

“I see… I’ll have to prepare for another trip.”

“Yes.”

What clothes should I buy? Karen thought such things while watching the servants moving busily. Donna was diligently carrying winter clothes and Nancy was nowhere to be seen. She was probably slacking off somewhere again.

Father would be smoking in the drawing room, and Isella would be agonizing over business plans at her own manor. Prince Louis would be overwhelmed by the crown he received at such a young age, and Count Fankair would be beside him, pressing and teaching the boy king.

“How much time is left?”

“About an hour left.”

They waited for midnight to come.

She had been unable to pass that 12 o’clock for over a hundred years.

Her chest felt tight with tension.

“I want to go up to the roof.”

“The roof is a bit…”

Raymond lowered his head and pondered, then moved toward the attic room on the top floor.

“Baron! Madam! The attic is cold!”

Donna shouted from behind. Karen turned around. Donna hurriedly ran over and draped the winter clothes she had been carrying over Karen.

“Put this on.”

“…Thank you.”

Karen blinked at Donna’s natural kindness. And when they went up to the attic, she shivered once in the chilly cold, just as Donna had said.

“Wouldn’t it be better to wait in the bedroom?”

“Still, it’s my habit to watch from the highest place on the last day. I originally like high places. Didn’t you know?”

“Hmm… I thought you’d dislike them since you fell from towers a few times.”

“That’s different…”

They sat by the window making idle conversation. When they opened the huge window, moonlight poured in. Outside was chilly but with the thick blanket it wasn’t cold. Karen reached out her arms toward Rebecca. When Raymond handed over Rebecca, she felt the baby’s warm body temperature.

Good as a heater too. Karen thought somewhat mischievously and smiled. Not knowing what she was thinking, the baby smiled along.

Karen lifted her head. Snow was slowly falling over the open meadow surrounded by forest under the moonlight. Karen stretched out one arm. Snow fell on her hand and disappeared instantly.

“It’s snowing.”

“It never snowed on this day before.”

Raymond muttered in a somewhat bewildered voice. Cold but refreshing wind brushed past their ears. Karen pressed her body against Raymond’s side.

What should they do now?

Karen watched the snow accumulating over the meadow. The snow slowly, yet instantly covered the meadow, creating a world of pure white blank pages. Karen wanted to jump down there right away and leave traces. What could she carve there? What traces could she leave?

Then they heard the sound of bells.

The bells rang once, twice, three times… twelve times.

Finally, a new life had begun. Karen looked up at Raymond. Raymond looked down at Karen. Both flushed cheeks trembled.

What should they do?

Countless moments would come – moments of joy, anger, sorrow, and emotion. And within them, love would surely find its place. A life too short even just for loving would begin.

The wind blew.

Now after a little more time, sprouts would emerge from the snow, warm breezes would blow, and fluttering flower petals would embrace this manor.

Time continues to flow. Pages must be turned. The book must be closed.

Then Karen heard a tremendous sound as if the world was being turned over.

There was no fear. Because she was with the person she loved.

Karen willingly stepped beyond that threshold.

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