Resetting Lady - Chapter 64

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Raymond pressed Dulan with violent goodwill in mind.

“Take your hands off and get out!”

Verdick shouted at Raymond from behind, but it was nothing more than noise. Dulan answered stammering. He cowered while avoiding Raymond’s eyes.

“Th-th-that won’t kill her. If shock had come… th-then sy-symptoms would have already appeared in the morning.”

That answer did not satisfy Raymond.

“Right now, she can’t breathe. Please examine her directly and diagnose.”

“If, if, if she’s de-dead… then I wouldn’t need to go right away.”

Raymond pushed Dulan against the wall. There was a sound like bones colliding. Raymond asked while glaring into Dulan’s eyes.

“Then how about this? If you don’t see my fiancée now, you won’t remain unharmed by my hands.”

“Raymond!”

Verdick roughly grabbed Raymond’s shoulder from behind. But the well-trained young man’s body wouldn’t move no matter how hard Verdick tried. Raymond spoke while glaring only at Dulan.

“Do you think it’s fine if she dies because she’s a woman who abandoned you?”

“Pl-please let me go, Sir Knight.”

“I refuse.”

Raymond said no more. Raymond grabbed Dulan’s neck. And ignoring Verdick to the end, he dragged him out the door.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Kyaaah!”

“Noisy. Move aside.”

Bang!

“Let, let go of this.”

The servants and maids made a commotion but couldn’t stop Raymond.

Before leaving the room, Raymond turned his head slightly to glare at Verdick.

“Mr. Verdick.”

“Raymond.”

“I have repaid the debt I owed you more than threefold. And even after Miss Isela Evans became like that, I honored my contract with you.”

“…Ha, now, look at what you’ve done to me.”

“Karen Evans is now your daughter and my fiancée. Show respect.”

“My daughter is…!”

“I trust you understand.”

When the two young men left the room, Verdick was left alone inside.

“…How dare.”

Thud, thud.

Verdick’s head spun with rage. Blood rushed to his eyes, blurring his vision. Raymond had ignored him to the very end. How dare, how dare that defective product he bought for his daughter. He was now disrespecting Verdick. How dare! That brat Raymond! Verdick had bestowed many favors upon Raymond until now.

“How dare he do this to me…”

Verdick clenched his fists. He gasped for breath. And he cleaned up the messy room. Raymond Seyertes still didn’t know Verdick. Verdick had never done business at a loss. Raymond would have to return everything he had to Verdick. His wealth, love, even his life.

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“…It’s just acute shock.”

When Raymond forcibly dragged Dulan and pushed him to Karen’s bedside, Dulan had no choice but to examine Karen. Raymond was prepared to use violence if he showed any sign of trying to handle things carelessly, but there was no need. Dulan slowly, carefully looked at Karen and treated all the wounds on her back before standing up.

“What do you think caused it?”

“She seems to have taken the wrong medicine.”

Dulan stood beside the bed where Karen lay and spoke to Raymond.

“From now on, I shouldn’t nurse Isela Evans anymore. The medicine isn’t suitable for her.”

In the end, it worked out well for Karen. Raymond looked down at Karen. When Dulan gave her an injection, she soon breathed comfortably without gasping. Even to Raymond’s eyes, Karen had been given too many tasks. Labor during the day and attending social gatherings at night. With whipping added on top, she might go a bit crazy.

Perhaps it would be good to take her to see another doctor, Raymond thought as he sighed. He had chosen the wrong woman. While sleeping, she looked her age. Until now, she had seemed like some unknowable creature.

“…”

“…”

After the examination ended, an awkward atmosphere lingered. Raymond disliked being entangled like this. Wasn’t this a problem he couldn’t help? It would have been easier to challenge him to a duel saying “How dare you with my woman!”

‘Maybe he won’t do it because it’s too obvious.’

If his opponent was Dulan, he wouldn’t even need to draw his gun. And having such a romantic duel with Dulan also felt somewhat embarrassing.

“Priest Dulan.”

“…Yes.”

Karen had only told him about her anger regarding Verdick, never mentioning a single word about Dulan. And since Dulan had also been staying at the manor as Isela’s guest until now, they had no occasion to encounter each other. It was just that kind of awkward relationship.

“Priest Dulan, do you… um, that is. Do you love Karen Evans? Ah, that is… um… Do you hate me?”

“…”

Dulan remained silent. Raymond sighed. Should they have a duel after all?

“We are allies. I respect Karen Evans. So please don’t hate her. Affection is a matter that belongs to her, so I won’t interfere. I hope you will do the same, Priest.”

When the work is done, she will choose what comes next. Raymond really didn’t want to get entangled any further than that.

“…Sir Raymond is a good person.”

Dulan answered as if chewing his words. Too many things were written on his face.

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“…Is that so.”

Someone’s voice heard in the darkness. This sensation could never become familiar no matter how much one tried. The sensation of consciousness disintegrating and being steeped in confusion. The fatigue approaching that sleep resembling death that all people commonly feel. The first thing that emerged in the space where even consciousness crumbled and blurred was fatigue.

So tired.

If only she never had to open her eyes again. But once more light would enter and Karen would open her eyes. She couldn’t breathe. Who is it this time?

Please just leave me alone.

A voice that couldn’t be shouted. Who is strangling my neck? It’s confusing. The smell of medicine, the smell of gunpowder, and the smell of perfume. It’s painful. Dizzy. Even lying down with eyes closed, it’s dizzy. In the cold, dark space, the mind disintegrates first.

“As expected…indeed.”

A cold hand touches her forehead. Coldness flows from the forehead. Though it must surely be a person’s hand, it’s unbearably cold. Father’s hands were warm. Now they would be cold. Father, who became a corpse, left to find love. How enviable, Mother. Then Mother found love, and Mother’s mother…

“Tonight’s appointment will then be alone…”

Will she rest? Karen felt her consciousness becoming clear even in the midst of this when the appointment was broken. Could she continue sleeping?

“The fever has gone down.”

A familiar voice is heard right above her head. After avoiding for a while, he’s finally been dragged here. Being a lord and still playing doctor. That’s why you’re ruined.

“…Thank you for your hard work.”

The sound of a door closing was heard.

Ah.

I see.

In the end, she had collapsed.

Karen remembered that she had been working in Isela’s room when the floor came close to her. And the reason was also clear.

“If you’ve come to your senses… why don’t you get up.”

“…”

Karen looked at Isela lying beside her. Since Karen’s room had no medical facilities, she was also lying next to Isela. Karen looked at the injection needles connected to Isela’s and her own arms.

But the contents inside would be different. Karen had awakened, and Isela was still asleep. Karen raised her arm to show Dulan.

“You would know why I fainted.”

“…”

As soon as the needle was inserted into her arm, she felt her vision becoming confused. She barely managed to dispose of the container with her last strength and collapsed right onto the floor. She was certain. It was Dulan who had dragged Isela out of the burning manor, but it was also Dulan who was keeping Isela asleep.

“What would happen if Mr. Verdick found out?”

Karen looked at Dulan while forcing a smile. This was Verdick who had whipped her until her skin tore just for spending his money carelessly. If he knew that Dulan, whom he relied on, had made Verdick’s daughter like that? Karen had no doubt he would pick up an axe.

“…”

Dulan kept his mouth shut and looked down at Karen. Then he answered.

“Let’s see next year.”

It was an answer she hadn’t expected. Karen momentarily let go of the blanket she had been gripping. She hadn’t expected such an answer. It was a statement that accepted Karen’s regression so naturally. Words without any sense of responsibility as a priest and doctor. Even Father had shown disbelief at the very, very end.

Karen was speechless at Dulan’s belief that seemed so natural. How could he believe so purely like that? What did he know? She was rather speechless at such a calm answer. But anger quietly blazed inside. Karen forced a smile and opened her mouth.

“…My, how surprising.”

What if she strangled Dulan? Karen pondered while glaring at Dulan’s pale, long neck. When Karen’s gaze reached him, Dulan shrank his neck. Karen pointed at Isela and asked.

“Why are you keeping Miss Isela asleep?”

“…You were trying to kill her.”

“Yes.”

“This woman is innocent. She doesn’t need to die.”

Karen’s eyes widened. His answer was strange.

“Do you love Miss Isela…? Hmm, that doesn’t seem to be it. Right. Miss Isela is innocent. But she has to die. Hmm… first, you believe I committed murder… I stabbed her shoulder, you see. When she wakes up, she’ll try to kill me. That’s why I was going to kill her.”

Dulan stammered in response to Karen’s answer.

“Ah, I know. That’s why… I’m putting her to sleep. L-leave her alone. Now this woman has come down from the sta… stage.”

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