Resetting Lady - Chapter 3

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Of course. Unpopular men tend to be a bit dejected about being unpopular with women, yet they hate to admit it. The more such a man is, the more he obsesses over a woman’s virginity. He doesn’t want his own clumsiness to be exposed.

Karen became curious whether Dulan was a virgin. He had returned from studying at a monastery, but Karen knew well that one could easily lose their virginity even in such places. Moreover, Dulan wasn’t exactly an exemplary clergyman. Unlike Raymond.

Does Dulan also compare himself to someone? Karen reflected on when her first time had been. It was ages ago. Was it Raymond? Her thoughts were interrupted by noise. She could hear servants passing by outside. They were looking for her. The party wasn’t over yet.

Karen wondered what would happen if they discovered what she was doing. Even though they were engaged, most people found Dulan questionable. What if she showed them the state of this bedroom? She also wanted to see a servant who admired Karen fall into shock. At this point, she counted the people who had feelings for her. She wanted to see Dulan panic too.

Karen disliked most things about Dulan – his hip movements, his clumsy caresses – but she liked how he held her tight and wouldn’t let go, looking desperate even while moaning. Though this disrupted their position and reduced sensation, the friction below wasn’t the only pleasure of the bedroom. However, Karen was flustered when she realized the purpose of the embrace.

She was about to get angry, but when she thought about whether she was really angry, that wasn’t it either, so she stopped. This is stimulating in its own way. It’s something that never happened during the past period. Rolling around with Dulan from the first day. She had gone straight to bed on her wedding day before, but hadn’t he stammered terribly and failed to find his confidence then?

Looking at it now, he’s clearly quite perverted. Later, I should try dropping some real candle wax. Thinking Karen was shocked because she was lying still lost in thought, Dulan stammered an excuse.

“I, it was you who drew me in.”

Why don’t you just say I raped you outright. Karen didn’t want her underwear to get dirty. The party wasn’t over yet. Do I have to wash again? Her body, which had been briefly excited by lust, cooled rapidly once the desire was satisfied. Karen, who had been looking at the anxious-looking Dulan, frowned when she smelled an odor from him. This guy got rained on and didn’t even wash his hair. Seeming to lose strength, Dulan was pushed back as Karen pushed him.

“Go wash up. You smell.”

“…Huh? A, a lot?”

“…”

What should I do this time?

Karen lay alone on the bed, staring blankly into space.

She had given away all her wealth to the residents, spent time only reading books, and been stabbed while enjoying herself with married men. She had watched Raymond and Isella’s wedding, and had quietly married Dulan.

But during all those years, the places she had been to were mostly the Hyer Estate, Isella’s Villa, and Raymond’s Estate. Even Raymond’s Estate, she could only stay for a short period because she went there near the end of the novel. The time she spent leisurely in that comfortable bed amounted to only a few days even over a hundred years.

The places a woman of this era could go were so few that it was endlessly boring. Karen thought about persuading Isella to take a long trip this time, but gave up on that too. As if they’d let two women travel alone. At least five servants would be basic, and responsible adult men like Raymond or Dulan would obviously be attached. She was irritated. Who’s supposed to be responsible for whom?

Karen roughly straightened Dulan’s disheveled appearance as he came out with a flushed expression and reminded him.

“Escort me properly.”

We need to dance at least three more songs. And you’re supposed to trip over a servant’s foot once, get angry at him, pour wine on his head and mock him. I’m supposed to be shocked by your violence while watching that.

“…Ugh.”

“Keep your legs steady.”

“…”

His legs seemed to give out, so Karen had to be the one doing the escorting instead. Karen clicked her tongue while supporting Dulan. And Dulan did trip and fall onto a servant, but couldn’t manage to get angry and pour wine on his head.

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“Miss, what are you doing?”

“Oh, worrying about my future.”

Nancy sighed as she brought breakfast, seeing Karen unable to focus on her meal at all.

Nancy disliked it when Karen thought too much.

“Don’t think for too long. Isn’t the passing time precious? Everything will be fine with time, so just enjoy it. Okay?”

About 100 years have passed and it wasn’t fine.

“Yeah…”

“What’s that in your hand?”

“This?”

She hid the coin she had been fidgeting with, then took it out again realizing there was no need to hide it. In the end, Karen was the only one who placed meaning on such things. It had no value to others.

“Just this. I carry it around as a charm.”

“If it’s too complicated, just flip that coin. Even if you worry for a long time, isn’t it all the same either way? Come on, finish your worrying and eat. I need to tighten your corset again, so don’t eat too much.”

Isn’t it fine though? Karen gripped the coin. The only thing that had been with her for 117 years was just one coin. Since it’s a life where I can’t get my bearings anyway, this isn’t bad either. If it comes up heads, this time I’ll just roll around with Dulan and try studying theology. If it’s tails…

Nancy snatched it and flipped the coin.

“Look, it came up tails. Hurry up and eat.”

Then this time I should do bad things.

Karen, who had set her life goal to live badly, dreamed of grand ambitions while watching the hot water being poured into her teacup.

Karen was going crazy from the boredom of living. After confirming through dozens of attempts that marriage with Raymond wasn’t the answer, she clung to various methods. Good deeds were one of them. She sold her assets to give charity and organized fundraising campaigns.

Yet the result was the same. No, it was worse. She was even killed by a homeless person she had helped. But good deeds were quite addictive. Though she gave up because it wasn’t the answer, for a while Karen had worried about how she could help others while also becoming happy herself. She didn’t sleep and walked around until her feet were swollen. It was rewardingly futile work.

If good deeds were that fun, then evil deeds would surely be fun too.

If she was going to do evil deeds, she wanted to do tremendously bad things. What would be good? Karen imagined herself conquering the world and giggled. But considering the space Karen could move in and the money she had, she had to give up ambitions like world conquest.

The twenty or so servants listened to her father’s words rather than Karen’s, and weren’t willing to commit murder for her. To move someone required a lot of effort.

Karen clicked her tongue thinking of the countless maids, servants, and knights in stories who would sacrifice their lives in loyalty even when the person in question did nothing. The time limit was only one year. In the end, even if she tried to cause trouble to pass time, the big thing she could do was adultery, and the small thing was tormenting servants. Trivial.

She wanted to do bad things on a large scale. She had tried arson before, but the gardeners would quickly put it out. Thanks to that, several arson attempts aimed at suicide always failed. Self-harm was useless too. Until the day she closed the last page of the book.

She had once rolled down the stairs and became paralyzed all over. When she died lying there unable to say a word, living with bedsores, she even felt relief.

Thinking of that time made her lose her appetite a bit. No one devotedly cared for a vegetative person. When she opened her eyes the next year, she thought about getting revenge on the people who had killed her, but even that was meaningless so she stopped.

She had no justification to punish people she hadn’t even met, and if she tried to get revenge, there were too many targets. Even Nancy had twisted her neck once. Then suddenly Karen’s thoughts stopped. Revenge? Revenge, revenge.

“…Ah.”

She had thought for a while that she had tried everything she could do. That was wrong. Just like she had never been with Dulan from the first day until now, there were countless choices she hadn’t made. Praising life’s uncertainty, she found it strange that she had never once attempted revenge.

She had thought that what changes people, what changes the world, was love. She read and acted on it at first, met other people and repeated it. She had to love. For 100 years she wandered searching for love. They were boring days. They were meaningless days.

Love wasn’t the answer. The characters became tiresome. Now was the time for revenge. The boring characters, the characters without answers, should receive the reader’s revenge.

“Ah!”

Something she had never done before!

Karen thought of a new pastime. And she was swept up in euphoria.

Why hadn’t she done it until now?

What has the greatest impact on people isn’t love.

It’s death.

Karen decided to become a murderer on her 117th birthday.

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