Resetting Lady - Chapter 45

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Karen’s experience is ultimately extremely limited. Karen reflected on Tom from the past. Tom was a street vagrant who had a rapist for a father. Karen had taken care of Tom as the female protagonist. In the end, Tom died, but his death was beautifully written in the novel.

“…Is the foreshadowing recovery okay? Should I give it a subtitle like ‘Rebellion of the Extras’ or something? Do you like that kind of story? Tom. Thomas. Hey. What do you think? Is this some kind of chapter of extra rebellion against the ‘story’?”

“….”

But there was no answer. Tom was mute, after all. He had sealed his lips to survive. And Tom took his revenge on Karen at this moment through silence.

“Say… some…thing….”

He could at least nod or shake his head, but Tom refused to answer.

And he glared at Karen while twisting the corners of his mouth.

Haha, Karen laughed helplessly.

It felt like getting punched. Karen could only express her feelings that way.

“This life just won’t flow as expected at all.”

Karen hoped the perspective would change. If she could fully understand the story that way, if she could understand that boy who killed the Lord and was both afraid of and glaring at Karen, she felt she could resolve this suffocating feeling.

“Actually, it doesn’t matter.”

“…!”

She sensed someone’s presence.

Damn it.

Karen realized that Tom had left the door open when he ran out. You’re really screwing me over, aren’t you.

Karen narrowed her eyes and stared at the doorway.

She could see faded blonde hair. There was only one person with that hair color in this manor. Karen sighed, thinking at least it was Isella, and approached the doorway.

This kind of situation had happened several times. It was the first time the Lord was killed by Tom, but it wasn’t the first time the Lord had died. It wasn’t the first time Isella had witnessed the Lord’s death either. This was still within the story. It could be managed. It was a story within her controllable range.

Karen stepped toward the doorway.

She had to work again. Karen recalled an ordinary expression. A face suitable for this situation. She mustn’t smile. She mustn’t get angry either.

She took another step forward.

She would act like a daughter shocked by her father’s death. She disheveled her hair. She rubbed around her eyes to smudge her makeup. Tears naturally flowed down drop by drop.

She took another step forward.

Karen delivered her usual lines to Isella.

“I-Isella… What should I do? Father is, ah, Father is.”

With the last step, she reached the door.

Karen opened the door. Isella was standing there. Karen shed tears drop by drop. And Isella.

“Ah.”

That one sigh was enough.

With that one sigh.

Karen knew that Isella didn’t believe her.

Isella also knew that Karen had noticed that fact.

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Verdick sighed and took out his pipe from his chest. He filled it and lit it. Smoke rose and his mood settled.

“Raising a daughter is this difficult, really.”

A daughter who stayed quiet like Karen Hyer would be more comfortable. Verdick loved every aspect of Isella, but tonight’s behavior had gone too far.

“…Damn it.”

The diamond mining rights for Hellaion Mine were obtained with his daughter’s marriage to Raymond as collateral. Thinking of all those contracts and schedules he had carefully laid out gave him a headache. It had almost made an already complicated situation even more tangled.

No wait, was it already tangled? The Countess would try her best to find any flaw in Verdick. Wasn’t she already being kind to Karen Hyer, who had no connections or background? Verdick found Isella, who had slapped Karen in front of everyone, utterly pathetic.

“…Always interested in useless things. A girl should know when to back down appropriately. Where does she think that was….”

After the excitement from anger subsided, what came flooding in was bitterness. He had wanted to leave only good things to Isella. Isella had thrown tantrums asking why he wouldn’t give her shares, but Verdick truly didn’t want to.

Isella didn’t need to know much. Wasn’t that a daughter’s privilege? Dirty and violent work was men’s business. Isella didn’t need to do such things.

Verdick believed this without doubt.

Wearing fine clothes, listening to music, admiring handsome men, crying and laughing, and then bearing and raising children.

“How exactly did Selina raise Isella?”

Blaming his wife, Verdick put down his sputtering pipe. He and his wife had lived well together for decades. She had given birth to both sons and daughters and had generously overlooked her husband’s mistresses. She had always been praised as a virtuous wife. But Isella was different. She was jealous and threw tantrums often. Who exactly did Isella take after?

“…Haa.”

Pressing his throbbing forehead firmly, Verdick closed his eyes. Resolving to buy a new woman when he returned, he locked the windows and door and closed his eyes again.

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Isella desperately racked her brain. What should I do. What should I do. I’m caught. I’ve been caught.

“…Isella.”

“Ka-Karen. The… Lord has passed away….”

I have to feel sorry for her. She’s a pitiful woman. Hurry, feel pity for her. If I don’t truly think that way, I’ll be caught!

“Th-that’s terrible, Karen… That’s such a terrible thing….”

No good. My voice is trembling.

She tried to force her face to relax and smile, but her face wouldn’t move as she wanted.

Karen faced her and smiled. Her smile was so natural.

Karen said, “What’s this, Miss Isella.”

“Y-yes?”

“How brazen.”

Karen didn’t hesitate. The silver candlestick hidden in her full sleeves aimed precisely at Isella’s temple.

“Kyaaaah!”

“How long have you been watching?”

Karen approached with a bitter smile.

“Shh… You’re being too loud.”

“Aah! Aaaah! Kyaaaah!”

“I said you’re being loud.”

Karen’s white teeth gleamed in the darkness. A disgusting and creepy smile was revealed. It was a smile like the legs of an overturned bug. It was madness writhing beneath beautiful skin. I have to back away. At that moment, being able to avoid a vital spot was thanks to being extremely tense. Thanks to the tension, her acting was awkward, but she could save her life. Isella turned around and ran.

“There’s no one here! Aah!”

Karen chased after Isella.

“Isella! Wait a moment!”

“Aaaaah!”

Isella quickly distanced herself.

“It would only take a moment….”

If she just waited a moment, it would be over quickly. What a waste. What is all this in the middle of the night.

To think she would miss from there. Karen clicked her tongue. She still wasn’t used to it.

But fortunately for Karen, the direction Isella had fled was the north corridor that people rarely used. And at the end of it were stairs. Karen visualized the manor’s layout in her mind.

“…I’ll have to go around.”

But if she screamed like that, it was only a matter of time before people came. She had to first lure her toward where there were fewer people. Karen gripped the candlestick and ran toward Isella.

“Murder! Murder! Kyaaaah!”

“Miss Isella! Calm down…. Wait a moment, I can explain! Miss Isella!”

While appropriately frightening her.

There was no need to run seriously and exhaust herself. But she had to threaten her to some degree to get her to go where she wanted. And let’s go ahead to where she would come and wait.

Karen realized she was smiling without knowing it. It was a much more natural smile than the one in front of the Lord earlier. This life had many occasions to smile, one way or another. And seeing her bloodstains, she sighed with slight regret. Poor thing, I should kill her in one blow.

“Miss Isella… How unseemly, bleeding like that.”

Blood dripped following Isella’s steps. The traces of prey.

How many times would she have to stab or strike before the breath stopped?

“Isela Evans. You said it yourself…. That children inherit their parents’ sins. I’ll confess. Actually, I lied back then. I agree with you too. You didn’t kill me, but Mr. Verdick killed me several times. So you see. I really want to see Mr. Verdick die. But I thought of something more fun than poisoning. If you die, wouldn’t Mr. Verdick suffer? So children atone for their parents’ sins. Hmm… or not? Never mind if not. Actually, I just thought of it now. Haha. Can you hear me, Isella?”

Somehow it’s exciting.

Karen swung the candlestick. She liked the heavy weight. Was this the pleasure of hunting? Hunting was men’s entertainment. Karen always had to sit at hunting grounds preparing meals and scream in excitement watching the foxes Raymond caught.

This was much more fun than that. Next time she should try a heavier gun at the hunting grounds. Karen regretted that she couldn’t handle anything other than pistols. It would be fun to finish things with a bang from far away through a scope. Raymond would be good at such things.

“Hunting as a hobby is quite… exciting too. Isella.”

It was even a situation where she might die if she didn’t kill.

A once-in-a-lifetime showdown? Ah, this kind of thing is fun. It’s indeed a much simpler and more enjoyable entertainment than whether it’s fantasy or reality. A good choice. Should I try murder in the next life too?

“Ah… I shouldn’t get addicted. Really, me.”

The tension pleasantly pounded her heart. Karen removed her shoe heels so they wouldn’t make noise.

She had tried hunting several times, but Karen didn’t get along well with animals. But people? Her heart raced and she naturally smiled. Enough to make her want to hum.

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