Resetting Lady - Chapter 47

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“Tom… are you there?”

Karen gripped the candlestick tightly and looked around the room. Maybe Isella was here too. They say you return to the beginning, right? Maybe. Perhaps with the thought that she surely wouldn’t come back here, Isella might be hiding.

Karen looked under the desk and wandered between the bookshelves. Even as her feet hurt and she staggered and fell, she searched between the sofas and sculptures. Hoping for a small head crouched and hiding…

Tom wasn’t there.

“Did you run away somewhere else?”

That could be possible. Karen wasn’t surprised by that fact. With that kind of determination and ability to act, he would have already escaped. Taking advantage of that situation.

“If you want revenge, come out now… I could even die for you.”

But the room was quiet. In the silence, only the Lord, who had already become an object, was slowly swaying like a pendulum.

-Kyaaaah!

And then screams and people’s shouts were heard.

She could hear servants shouting something at people. The loudest voice was Bowen’s. He was telling people to leave the manor.

“Ah…”

It’s over.

Karen covered her tear-stained face with her hands.

Recovery had become impossible.

She would be caught for murder by people and imprisoned.

That’s fine.

It’s not the absolute worst. It wasn’t the worst situation. It was much cleaner than Father disappearing, Isella disappearing, everything disappearing, and all sense of time, sight, and touch becoming a mess.

Of course, it was still the second worst option. Karen laughed hollowly. Once imprisoned, she would no longer be able to obtain information. At best, she would be recorded as a madwoman… And she would be recorded as both mentally ill and someone who killed her father.

Isella would testify that way. There was no point in testifying that Tom killed him. Isella would testify like that, and since Karen had attacked Isella, she wouldn’t be able to make excuses. And she didn’t particularly feel wronged by that. It was an undeniable fact that she had wanted to kill Father. No, in fact, wasn’t she rather furious that her prey had been stolen?

“If Isella succeeded, then I was already wrong.”

Recovery was impossible. She should have killed Isella instantly there. Who would have thought Isella would avoid that. Maybe when Isella saw Nancy’s corpse but passed it off as seeing wrong, she was acting that way to deceive Karen? Karen thought that might be possible.

The Lord had died several times, and each time Karen had to squeeze out forced tears that she couldn’t tell were genuine or not.

Isella made her shed tears in just one attempt. Applause for her, and mockery for Karen. This pathetic murderer.

“What do I do now…”

Karen sat down on the floor and took off her shoes. Her feet were so swollen that even wearing shoes was painful. Somehow her head felt hot. No, it seemed like her whole body was heating up.

“…Wouldn’t it be better to just stick my head in the furnace and die in this situation?”

If Isella succeeded and gathered people to come, her place would be a damp and dark prison, and there would be no more information to gain from this life. Then the best way to overcome this complicated situation would be quick suicide.

“If that even succeeds…”

Hadn’t suicide also failed until that day came? No, there were times when it succeeded.

“Were there? …Weren’t there? I’m confused.”

Karen couldn’t even be certain of that.

“Well, that’s meaningless too…”

Karen didn’t like being locked in prison. Looking back, the death she faced there was an unpleasant and filthy death. More than anything, it was a physiological problem. Karen opened the window. The wind stung her eyes.

“Please consider it suicide. This is better than that.”

The wind whipped her hair violently. Karen sat on the windowsill and looked down at the ground. If there was enough time, she could get help from medicine.

“Ah, but somehow I’m dying of frustration.”

As engagement gifts, Isella and Verdick would happily receive the corpses of Karen and the Lord. Isella would cry saying she was so scared, and Raymond would look at her again. The estate would smoothly pass into Verdick’s hands and he would gain greatly. Time would flow like that and… Karen would open her eyes in the garden again.

“My coin…”

She gripped the coin in her hand. The only comfort during all those years. The first beginning for her to think. The only evidence that allowed her to come to her senses. Her whole body was heating up, but only the coin remained coldly reminding her of reality.

Tears blurred her vision.

Karen threw herself from the window.

“What are you doing right now!”

At the same time, someone grabbed Karen’s arm with an angry voice.

It was Raymond.

He had come to save her again this time too.

“What are you doing!”

Lord Raymond, you’re annoying because you appear so suddenly.

Can’t you tell what I’m doing by looking? I’m attempting suicide. Karen thought this while dangling with one arm caught. What a ridiculous sight.

“Let me go… Lord Raymond, I have no more hope to live.”

Karen truly thought so. All strength drained from her body. But she also knew from the grip strength she felt from Raymond’s hand that the plan had already failed. Saved again. How boring.

“…Let’s think about that later. Don’t make me lose strength.”

As expected, that’s how he answered. He wouldn’t let her die. At least not until that day came.

“You’re heavy.”

“…”

She didn’t even have the strength to retort. Raymond also closed his mouth. It wasn’t that kind of situation. As expected, contrary to his words, Raymond lifted Karen up with one arm without much difficulty and held her. But he wasn’t going straight back to the study; he was standing by the window. Karen frowned slightly. Her eyes stung.

Raymond stared at the study and asked Karen.

“What happened to the Lord?”

“He committed suicide.”

Karen answered instantly.

“The reason is… No. Rather than that, let’s think about getting out alive first.”

Raymond’s answer was short, but Karen could guess from it.

He hadn’t met Isella.

The Lord committing suicide wasn’t such a strange situation. Most of the rights had already passed to Verdick Evans, and there was no hope for the Lord. Even when his daughter was slapped, he couldn’t protest. Even the Countess, who seemed to take Karen’s side, was the same. Her anger at that moment wasn’t for Karen’s sake, but only to catch Verdick’s weakness.

Wasn’t it a common thing? Wasn’t it something anyone could understand? The story of a family head who couldn’t even protect his child taking his own life. Like those many natural suicides Karen had experienced in the past, the story of him dying unable to bear the humiliation.

“The Lord…”

Raymond sees the Lord’s hanging corpse. And he sees the collapsed desk and the room that Karen had ransacked. His expression hardens.

“I see.”

Until now, Raymond had accepted the Lord’s death. And he pitied Karen. This time too, the surface death was the same. He would accept it.

“…Sob.”

What changed this time was Isella. Until just before, Karen thought she had let Isella escape.

‘But if he had met Isella, he would have questioned me about why I did that.’

The fact that Raymond wasn’t questioning Karen but asking about the Lord’s suicide and accepting it meant he hadn’t met Isella yet.

Could this become a situation to escape from?

Karen remained silent, being held quietly. After a moment of silence, Raymond slowly opened his mouth instead of her.

“The manor is on fire.”

“What?”

Karen looked at the doorway. Flames were surging. When did this happen? Karen was dumbfounded at how much time had passed while she was searching the room. Fire, what is this? This is a more absurd change than an elephant. Couldn’t things be finished by killing Isella?

Raymond continued speaking.

“…I don’t know if the fire can be contained. Everyone was screaming and frantically escaping, so I checked. But you and… Miss Isella were nowhere to be seen…”

What is this about now? But whatever was going on in her head, Karen acted as she should.

Karen reached out to Raymond, caressed him, and gave a forlorn smile.

“Go alone, Lord Raymond. I have no hope left to live. Father has also passed away…”

Karen made a heartless plea with a face immersed in grief. And Raymond gritted his teeth and showed firm resolve.

“At least not now. Because I came to save you.”

How touching. If this had been about 70 years ago, it really would have been worth crying in his arms. Karen thought this even as she answered.

“Right now, neither you nor I are in a situation where we have choices.”

That’s true. Karen bowed her head and thought.

“The fire.”

Karen was concerned about the fire. She had set fire to the manor several times in the past.

‘I never succeeded once.’

A strange competitive spirit arose. In the past, even when she set fires, they were quickly extinguished, but this time the fire had spread greatly. The same people were managing it, but it had changed?

‘Did Dulan have a hand in this?’

At this point when the Lord was dead, wasn’t he the only one controlling the servants and making moves? Karen was convinced. And on one hand, she was curious. How far would Dulan handle things, and what happened to Isella? In the end, if she appeared, wouldn’t setting the fire be meaningless? If Isella wasn’t visible, where could she be?

“Let’s go out for now. I won’t listen to refusal. …Damn!”

Flames shot up at the doorway. The corridor was already covered in fire. The room became as bright as midday.

“…Father!”

The Lord’s corpse caught fire.

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