Resetting Lady - Chapter 43

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All actions had the justification of love—making the child’s mind dull, covering up murders.

Love for his child and wife, because he loved them. But in the end, even that love wasn’t heavier than his own life. Someone might say that doesn’t matter, but not for the lord. Not for someone who believed only Catherine’s love was precious. The lord despaired at the fact that his love was lighter than his life.

“I’m fine. I understand.”

But a different emotion seeped in, separate from understanding. It was an unavoidable feeling.

“Haha…”

Karen laughed hollowly. Haha. Look at this, Mother. Look at your love. Look at your male protagonist. He’s crying because he’s so scared.

“So that’s the extent of Father’s love and faith. Ah, I’m not criticizing you. Father, everyone is like that. It doesn’t make sense for one’s own death to be the same as another person’s. There’s no such thing as love that transcends death. That’s not even an answer. There must be something else. Because Father wasn’t it! If it’s love to that extent, it’ll be fine. Faith to that extent is okay. I’ll definitely find the answer. Father’s guess was wrong. Ha, eternal love to overcome it all, really.”

“I, I am… I…”

The lord’s face was wretched. Karen found it bitter.

“It’s not necessary. Father. It’s okay. I’m not denying Father’s love.”

Karen smiled.

“If it can be overcome with ordinary love, then there must be another solution that isn’t the vague method of emotions, right?”

She wanted to comfort the lord.

She truly did.

“It’s okay, Father. Really!”

Karen said this while smiling brightly. She laughed cheerfully.

“I’m not an unfilial child who’s dying to see Father’s corpse. Ah, is that right? Anyway, yes. It doesn’t matter, I see. You chose life!”

Clap!

Then she clapped her hands.

“Life is great! Hatred, love, power—they’re all meaningless before death! And among them, love! Yes, Father. You chose life! If you ended your breath at my single word, that would be an act of desecrating life! That’s right!”

Karen clapped and laughed. How delightful this was!

“Really, if Father had just passed away like that, I was wondering if I should drug Lord Raymond and hypnotize him to fall in love. Hmm, yes. I wanted to see how far I’d have to go. It seems I won’t need to go that far.”

Unlike Karen, whose face had become much more relaxed, the lord was devastated.

“I am… Catherine.”

“Huhu, I’m happy. Really… the thought that 100 years were tied to such temporary emotions is truly horrifying, you know? I’m really happy, Father!”

Karen approached her father.

His body was trembling. He had put a noose around his neck but couldn’t kick the chair. In the name of love, he covered up corpses, killed people, hypnotized his daughter, and fed her drugs. At the bottom of it all was blindness.

“I am…”

The lord was confident he believed in his wife, and he believed in his daughter too. He believed. He thought so. They repeated life to find true love. Catherine fell into true love with him and was freed from the magic, while Karen, who couldn’t find true love, pitifully did all sorts of things.

“Darling.”

He remembers Catherine’s last words.

“…You don’t believe my words, do you? You must find it absurd too.”

How could that be, Catherine. My wife. My beloved lover. My goddess. I believe everything about you. I am your devotee and you are my god. How could I not believe your final oracle?

“Then believe in Karen. That child will eventually find love too. No matter what she does, believe in her.”

Catherine’s entire body, afflicted with an unknown disease, became light. She became faint as if refusing to exist in the world. Her body became so thin that bones showed, and her milk-white skin turned nearly gray. The lord ran everywhere, but Catherine simply accepted it calmly.

“I’m finally meeting death.”

He clung to his wife crying as she spoke of death as her old friend, but it was meaningless. Even lamenting that the time they could love was short couldn’t turn back time. The lord was not Catherine. Even believing and loving her, Catherine’s time and his were not the same. Catherine comforted him, saying she had turned back time to watch him for a long time, so now she wasn’t afraid to accompany death.

“I hope Nancy’s prescription helped that child.”

“I’ll feed her as much medicine as needed.”

“Don’t feed her more. It doesn’t taste good.”

Catherine chuckled. Even laughing had become difficult. Blood mixed with her cough.

“Do you believe me?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t believe.”

Karen smiles.

“That makes me happy.”

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Verdick roughly dragged Isella into the room. Isella pushed away Verdick’s hand.

“Are you insane?”

“I won’t let that thing be.”

Isella ground her teeth in anger.

“I’ll smash that face. I’ll cut off her hair first, pour tar all over her head and on her face…”

Verdick opened his mouth in disbelief.

Had she lost her reason to jealousy? He forcibly restrained his daughter who was muttering vicious words.

“Are you in your right mind? What was that disgraceful behavior in front of Lady Elba? Huh? No matter how much debt she owes us, she’s a countess! Not your maid! To slap Catherine Hyer at a dinner where she was present!”

But far from being intimidated, Isella glared and talked back.

“Father calls her Lady Elba so easily?”

“What?”

“If you know her so well, why didn’t you teach me? What have you ever done for me? Do you know what humiliation I suffered from Karen just now?”

Verdick beat his chest in frustration. Not thinking at all about what mistake she had made over such trivial matters, being at a loss due to jealousy and anger.

“Don’t you understand the situation yet? Don’t you realize how you behaved in front of nobility?”

He shouted. Isella, filled with anger and shame, talked back.

“You should have become that great noble! Do you know what humiliation I suffered because Father isn’t a noble!”

“Isella!”

He finally raised his hand in anger. Isella flinched for a moment, then struggled and talked back.

“Go ahead and hit me! Father is just a nouveau riche with money after all!”

Crash!

“Kyaah!”

Verdick threw the flower pot next to Isella at her feet. Then he ignored his startled daughter and stepped on the pot while taking deep breaths.

“Remember that I don’t lay a hand on you… only because your engagement ceremony is right around the corner.”

When anger becomes excessive, people become calm. Verdick felt like his mind would turn white with rage. But despite that anger, he could speak normally.

“Remember how many contracts and people are involved in your marriage. If you whine any more, next time I’ll punish you without leaving traces.”

“Sob…”

“Go to your room. And properly apologize to Miss Karen Hyer and Countess Elba!”

Isella hiccupped with anger and resentment, but knowing Verdick was truly angry, she didn’t open her mouth further. Her father demanded she move accordingly as much as he gave her many material things. This time too. Before too.

Isella walked down the corridor. She wanted to leave this manor quickly.

“…Cold.”

She walked down the corridor with quick steps, arms folded. This place was too cold. Despite being summer, the chill pierced her entire body.

“…I want to go home.”

She thought this manor didn’t suit her.

Cold and difficult. Only strange things happened here. She wanted to return to her warm family home. What she thought was atmospheric was an illusion. What Father considered history was nothing but tacky and unpleasant to Isella.

“Apologize? Who to whom!”

Isella faced the contempt and irritation from deep in her heart at Karen’s momentary words. Though disguised with courtesy and kindness, she never saw her as the same kind of person.

“The parents spoiled the child.”

“How dare…”

How dare that little thing!

Isella swore to herself that she would pour tar on Karen’s hair. Though slightly surprised by her own violence, Isella mentally butchered Karen in every way. She felt somewhat better.

“Are you satisfied with that?”

“…No.”

Huh?

After answering unconsciously, she realized that voice was Karen’s. It was the lord’s study. It was a room unrelated to Isella, but Karen’s voice drew her in.

‘Should I open the door or not.’

Was she being scolded by her father too? Or… Isella felt her heart pounding. Base curiosity and… all sorts of unknown suspicions bloomed darkly. The dead maid. The disappeared corpse. Hallucinations. The gloomy priest. The woman who lived on medicine.

Creak… eak…

She opened the door slightly. And

“Ah… ah?”

There was a hanged corpse.

And Karen was staring blankly at that corpse.

With the same gaze that had looked at Isella.

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