Resetting Lady - Chapter 63

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“Let’s go back.”

“…Yes.”

Donna walked beside Raymond with her head bowed.

“Please… don’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

“Miss Karen…”

Donna’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

“I… really… don’t want to go.”

“…Mm.”

Raymond stroked his smooth chin. It was hard to imagine Karen forcing Donna into prostitution. Karen was too young to order such dirty work. And Donna and Karen seemed to get along quite well.

“Karen wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“…You love the young lady.”

I should say yes here. First, I need to go back and question Karen more thoroughly. Starting with the fact that Baron Ain doesn’t seem to be the culprit.

“But… you saw it…”

“…”

“The young lady’s back. If… I had said I would go, um… so… then… wouldn’t the young lady have avoided being beaten?”

Raymond finally understood why Donna was so dejected. And he felt somewhat absurd. Donna thought that if she had sold her body, Karen wouldn’t have been beaten.

“You’re a maid, and you just need to do your assigned work. You’re an employee, not a slave.”

“…But Lord Raymond loves the young lady.”

Should I have gotten angry here? Raymond found it difficult to tell whether women were complicated or if he was the strange one. Bonds were strangely emotionally entangled. It seemed like a twisted sense of solidarity was forming as fellow victims.

I should show at least as much affection as that woman. Raymond felt like worries were weighing down his head. It seemed he had chosen the wrong woman.

“Whatever the case, this matter must be resolved.”

As her fiancé.

* * *

Karen was not in her room. Donna and Raymond went up to Isella’s room.

Knock knock.

“…Miss?”

No sound could be heard. Donna opened the door.

“Oh… Miss?”

Damn, what a mess.

Karen was collapsed on the floor.

Fainting or crying and making incomprehensible sounds when being questioned was disgusting. Being swayed by that was also unpleasant. Raymond frowned and watched Donna rush over to check on Karen. He had wasted his effort because of that woman.

“Miss?”

“…”

Do I need to show the appearance of a loving person here too? Raymond saw the wounds visible through Karen’s clothes. They still weren’t properly treated, and blood was staining her clothes. He should have applied alcohol-soaked gauze first.

“Miss?”

Karen lying there would suit the scene better than Isella. Raymond took off his gloves and approached Karen, grabbing her neck to move her.

“…”

“Damn.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“Call Priest Dulan, immediately!”

Karen wasn’t breathing.

Raymond would come soon. Karen had told Raymond about the culprit she knew. Baron Ain would be caught as the criminal. Would it happen the same way this time? It would be more convenient if things went that way.

Karen closed the door without locking it. Blood was flowing from her back.

The sticky feeling was unpleasant. What would happen this time?

“Isella, will Lord Raymond believe me?”

“…”

“…”

Karen looked at Isella. She didn’t get up. She didn’t fight back. She was a corpse, a rival, and a loser. Forever. Conversation wasn’t necessary. Talking with Isella was like a monologue. Even this was no longer needed. She was sick of talking to herself.

Now she would have a conversation with Raymond.

Drip, drip.

The IV fluid was dropping. Karen stared at it blankly. Then she picked up a new needle.

“If my guess is correct.”

“…”

Karen was curious about that.

Who had set fire to the manor? Fire had never broken out before. When Karen had tried it, the quick-footed servants had always put out the fire. Then wasn’t it because the servants didn’t extinguish it that the fire wasn’t controlled this time?

“Dulan.”

And why wouldn’t Isella wake up?

Even though he had been running away until now, he would have to be dragged back onto the stage. Karen picked up the needle connected to Isella’s IV.

Stab.

Karen thrust the needle deep into her own arm.

Before she could feel pain, darkness fell.

Thud.

* * *

Raymond was anxiously watching Karen. When he regained his composure and examined her, she hadn’t stopped breathing. But her breathing had slowed dramatically and her body was cold. The bleeding from her back hadn’t stopped either. He had crudely disinfected and bandaged it, but without proper treatment, a doctor was needed in many ways.

“What exactly do I want to do right now?”

What did he want to do with a woman who seemed like she would die immediately if he applied even a little force? A mentally unstable adopted daughter who was abused and his partner in a political marriage. The woman he had promised to love.

“…They’re too late.”

Looking at his hands dirty with blood, Raymond was puzzled. He thought someone would come running immediately, but the corridor was quiet. Why wasn’t anyone coming yet? When Raymond finally got up from his seat in anxiety, Donna returned to the front of the room, gasping for breath.

“Sir, Sir Knight.”

But Donna was alone. Donna was just stamping her feet with a helpless expression. Raymond knew something was wrong.

“Why are you alone? Isn’t the priest here?”

“Well, you see.”

“First, tell me. Is he in this manor right now or not?”

“…He is.”

“Where?”

“In Master Verdick’s room.”

“Why isn’t he coming now?”

“The two of them said they have business to attend to…”

“Move aside.”

Raymond dragged Donna out to the corridor. He asked questions while going down the central corridor and stairs. Donna followed hurriedly. Even the time for questioning was precious. Raymond immediately quickened his pace. He ran down the corridor and down the stairs. The servants and maids looked at Raymond running urgently as if it were strange, but that was all. In this house, only Donna and Raymond were moving urgently.

“…I ask that you step aside.”

Karen was suspicious. He needed to investigate her. But that was for later. Raymond shook his head. A large servant was blocking the front of Verdick’s heavy door.

“Lord, Lord Raymond.”

“Move aside.”

“The master said not to let anyone in.”

“I just need to call out Priest Dulan. Karen Evans has collapsed and can’t breathe properly. A doctor is needed.”

“I will inform him. Please wait.”

“Damn it, tell him to come out right now!”

Raymond’s voice grew louder. The servant was startled by the nobleman’s anger, but what was more frightening was his master. The man answered.

“Just, just a moment please.”

The servant bowed his head with frightened eyes and knocked on the door. A menacing voice came from inside. The servant entered the room, completely hunched over.

Smack.

“Tell him to get lost right now!”

Then sounds of hitting and shouting could be heard. Raymond, who could no longer delay, pushed the door.

“No, you can’t.”

Another servant grabbed Raymond. He had a terrified face. All the servants and maids in this place were like this. But he couldn’t pay attention to the subordinates one by one right now. Raymond roughly pushed the servant aside and opened the door.

“Priest Dulan, please come out. Karen Evans needs a doctor. Your help is needed.”

But it was Verdick, not Dulan, who answered. Verdick glared at Raymond with a growl and answered.

“…Sir Raymond, please leave my room.”

“Priest.”

Verdick’s face, having been ignored, flushed red with anger.

“Lord Raymond Sayertes! This is my room! Please leave!”

Verdick shouted at Raymond. Raymond didn’t even glance at Verdick, the owner of the room, and instead looked at Dulan, who was staring up at him intently. He was a gaunt, pale young man. Karen’s relative and former fiancé. The man who had been rejected by Karen. The current Lord of Hyer. Dulan met Raymond’s eyes with an expressionless face. Raymond approached him.

“Karen Evans cannot breathe. She is also bleeding severely. Treatment is needed. I ask for your duty as a priest and as a doctor.”

“Lord Raymond! You are being rude right now! Leave!”

Raymond felt like he could do anything if it would shut Verdick’s mouth. But for now, dragging Dulan away was the priority. Dulan fidgeted with his hands and then opened his mouth.

“Do, do I… need to go?”

“Priest Dulan.”

“Ka, Ka, Karen, that woman has al…ways been like that. You don’t need to wo…rry about it.”

Raymond gritted his teeth and raised his hand to grab Dulan by the collar. Damn, damn, damn. He felt like cursing. He didn’t want to sympathize but found himself doing so. In the end, all these actions would make him look like he loved Karen Evans deeply.

“Priest Dulan, I learned that doctors do not judge. If someone is dying before your eyes, it is right to save them. I also learned that as a priest who bestows God’s love, that is the correct thing to do.”

“I, I don’t think so…”

Raymond grabbed Dulan and dragged him along. Don’t judge. Don’t think.

“Why do you think that way? Are you planning to abandon your sacred duty?”

Because she’s the woman who abandoned you? Raymond had seen many men like this. There were many such men in the military. When it was just men together, many would proudly display their baseness. Men who prioritized all those negative emotions like revenge against women, sadism, and so on.

But putting such things before sacred duty was not something Raymond could tolerate.

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