Resetting Lady - Chapter 60

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“…Hmm.”

Raymond’s expression changed subtly. Was he trying to smile? But the situation was too bloody to make jokes. Karen laughed while crying. She couldn’t appear to have lost her mind. Fortunately, Raymond kept his mouth shut. And he looked at Karen. Karen continued speaking.

“This isn’t a metaphor or an allegory. I know how it sounds. But to me, it’s the truth.”

I need help. Half the day, the nighttime hours, belong entirely to Raymond. I can’t continue spending time just working like this.

“I’ve been having dreams of dying continuously until now. To be honest… they’re not dreams. I’ve died over 100 times already. It’s about returning to the beginning after finishing reading the book.”

“Karen, wait a moment.”

“You have to believe me. How else could I, having never been to this place before in my life, care for Isella more skillfully than a professional nurse? Why do I know about murders that will happen? If this isn’t enough, if you can’t believe it, I’ll do something worse.”

“Even if we meet again, I will surely love you. Don’t be afraid. I will protect you.”

He couldn’t even remember.

“It’s alright. Everything is fine now. I trust you.”

How will it be this time?

Karen leaned back against the chair. She could still feel blood dripping. Karen raised her bound wrists and strongly pulled at her clothes with her fingers. The wound was so severe that the light clothing came off easily. Karen exposed her back and said to Raymond.

“I’ve been killed by Mr. Verdick 100 times now.”

I killed someone. And he probably knows it.

This time it will be hard for you to love me.

“Please help me.”

Then shouldn’t I at least buy his sympathy.

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A body was discovered.

After entrusting Xenon with a hastily scrawled letter from the scene, Raymond hurried toward the Evans Estate. And while running, he drew out a relatively quiet pistol. His purpose was clear.

That woman.

Karen Hyer, now Karen Evans. The red-haired woman who became his fiancée in place of Isella Evans. A woman who still seemed more like a girl.

“Karen Hyer.”

If he had simply discovered the body himself, it wouldn’t be something to worry about like this. The problem was Karen Hyer. Now Karen Evans. A seventeen-year-old girl. Raymond looked down at his gun. How far was she entangled? How far could he ignore her? No, he could no longer ignore her.

The reason he couldn’t ignore what should be ignored was because Karen had appointed herself as his business partner. In fact, Raymond hadn’t expected much from Karen. Her extremely beautiful appearance was sufficient. She was witty and enjoyable to converse with.

At first, he thought about loving her. He believed he could love her. The moment he first held Karen in his arms, he seemed to feel a slight thrill. At her beauty, and at her madness.

And she asked to join hands.

With tears filling those large eyes. With a voice burning with sorrow.

“Mr. Verdick is my enemy.”

So let’s join hands. Raymond agreed. But the moment he saw the woman’s corpse before his eyes, he abandoned that sentiment. Karen was trying to manipulate him.

“Ridiculous.”

Joining hands for a greater goal was something he could do anytime. But if Karen was trying to control and shake him, that was different. At minimum, if she had agreed to join hands with him, she should cooperate during that time. This wasn’t about pride or justice. It was a matter of work priorities. If he was swayed around, he couldn’t accomplish anything.

“Verdick… Evans.”

Raymond didn’t even believe that Karen purely hated Verdick. The Lord hadn’t committed suicide from the beginning anyway.

The Lord committed suicide? The situation seemed plausible. But Raymond saw that one shoe had come off. It’s not common for someone who committed suicide to have only one shoe come off while struggling. Struggling is common, but unless they remove their shoes beforehand, they usually stay on.

The shoes the Lord wore weren’t comfortable slippers but the type secured with laces. The remaining shoe that was still on was tightly tied. As if a nervous person had adjusted it at the end. But the fact that the other one had come off led to the opposite conclusion. The Lord may have prepared for suicide, but someone had hung onto his legs.

Karen was connected in some form. Even if she didn’t kill him directly, that was certain. The carriage where Raymond encountered her. Two women had gone missing from the manor where that carriage had stopped.

“And the other missing woman and Isella Evans…”

At that moment, Raymond thought he could use this rather than just turning Karen in. But he regretted it. Was his judgment correct that he could use her well if he pressured Karen appropriately and they shared a common hatred for Verdick? He should have pressed her harder then.

At this rate, he would only be swayed by Karen. And what Raymond needed to do at this moment wasn’t reporting. It wouldn’t work anyway. That wasn’t proper evidence. Unlike the military, forensic systems barely existed in the city.

Also, Raymond was a soldier, not an investigator. This was the capital, not a battlefield. There was nothing he could do. Had she calculated even that?

“…Nobles have too much to think about.”

A murder case. Perhaps a serial murder case. Raymond wasn’t a detective or police officer. Soon he wouldn’t even be a soldier. But there was something Karen didn’t know about him. Even if he joined hands with Karen, he had other obligations.

He wanted justice. His sense of duty to catch a murder suspect was greater than his reluctance to deal with Karen. If she was a pleasure killer who couldn’t maintain even minimal principles, an uncontrollable gun, then he had to take responsibility.

“Two months now.”

The day he would officially enter as a senator was two months away. It was practically decided, but times like this were the most dangerous. He shouldn’t get involved in dangerous affairs. Eighty percent of his position was due to Verdick’s assets. What he was good at was blowing off the heads of people far away. Not being among power players in the assembly hall.

“…”

Still, it didn’t matter. If Karen continued to commit murders, even using him, that was unacceptable. He had to stop the evil before his eyes. Even if his wealth and honor disappeared.

He arrived at the Evans Family estate. Raymond looked up at Karen’s room. The lights were off. Was she not awake yet? That would be even better. Raymond put a pistol and handcuffs inside his coat. And he knocked on Karen’s door. It would be better to catch her first and think later.

“…Karen?”

No answer. Was she still sleeping?

Knock knock.

He knocked on the door again. No sound could be heard. Raymond drew his pistol with one hand.

Creak.

“…”

Raymond opened the door. No one was inside. The bed was scattered with blood and bandages. The smell of alcohol stung his nose. Whose blood was it? The amount of bleeding was considerable. What could have caused this much blood to flow in Karen’s room? Why were there not only blood but bandages and alcohol? It was clearly traces of someone being seriously injured and treated.

“…”

He calmed his ragged breathing. Raymond felt the need to compose himself more. He ran his hand through his hair and drew the pistol from his coat.

Click, click, click.

He loaded bullets and spun the cylinder. Then he pressed it to his temple. The cold metal cleared his head. If he pulled the trigger like this, he would die. He shouldn’t think about it. Raymond found it rather easier being sent as a sniper. He didn’t have to be responsible for other people.

But nobles had to think well. If they didn’t think well, they couldn’t survive. Raymond’s plan hadn’t been bad so far.

Really?

“Eeeek!”

“…!”

“R… Raymond sir?”

It was a servant from House of Verdick. Raymond put away his gun. He felt embarrassed as if caught masturbating.

“What on earth right now.”

He cut off the servant’s words with a question.

“Where’s Karen?”

Then the servant’s eyes wavered.

“She…”

Was she arrested for involvement in murder? How far was this connected? Or was someone helping her commit murder? Raymond recalled a hypothesis he had been deeply suspicious of. The possibility that Karen had been working with Verdick from the beginning. Then everything would connect. If that were the case.

“Speak.”

But the answer was unexpected. The servant replied while trembling.

“She went to work in Miss Isella’s room.”

He felt deflated. She hadn’t committed murder and fled. Had he overthought it? Raymond turned his head back into the room. She went to work. But the scene was too rough for such peaceful work.

“Whose blood is this?”

“Th, that is.”

“…”

“M, Master Verdick punished her.”

“Punishment?”

“The young lady… gambled…”

The blood was Karen’s. But why was this guy so anxious he didn’t know what to do?

“Do you have some connection?”

“I, I have no power. I’m just a mere employee. Of, of course I think the master went too far, but…”

Raymond realized why the servant was trembling so severely and felt somewhat deflated. This servant thought he was angry about Karen being hurt.

It made sense. It would. He and Karen had acted as if they were close recently. Moving around nightly in front of Verdick, laughing, conversing during meals. It was natural for the servant to think that way.

“…Huh.”

Raymond felt his tension ease slightly as he went up to Isella’s room. He muffled his footsteps. From inside the room, he could hear Karen muttering.

“When you die…”

Raymond opened the door. Karen was holding scissors. At that moment, Raymond moved without thinking. When he came to his senses, he was already gripping Karen’s wrist.

Karen wasn’t even surprised and looked steadily at Raymond, asking.

“Do you love Isella?”

Was she making such ridiculous jokes at this moment? This woman had truly gone mad. Raymond tied up Karen. And he looked at Isella. Nutrient solution and blood were soaking the floor. He hastily pulled back the sheets to examine Isella’s body. But there were no wounds on Isella’s body.

The blood was flowing from Karen. Suddenly, he remembered the maid saying it was Karen who was hurt.

“…”

Karen had merely cut Isella’s IV. And she showed her face and back stained with tears. They were traces filled with malice. He had seen many such things, but that was definitely not meant as discipline. An adult male with full strength had really struck with all his might.

Damn, what the hell was going on? Had Verdick gone mad? Was gambling something to beat someone like that for? Raymond was then frustrated with his own anger. Hadn’t he been thinking of pointing a gun at her just moments ago?

“We seem to need more… conversation.”

Even as he said it, he felt somewhat depressed. The emotion he was feeling was clearly sympathy. And he sat down and looked at Karen. And she said something unbelievable.

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