Resetting Lady - Chapter 7

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“As expected, you’re perfect for the first time.”

Karen smiled as she watched the sleeping Nancy. Her mouth was gagged with cloth and her body was bound.

“I have many secrets, and I wanted you to listen to them. You watched over me like my mother, didn’t you? Nancy, who combed my hair in the mornings and told me old stories at night for so many years. As expected, you’re perfect for the first time. Actually, I didn’t plan it, but I’m happy that you’re my monumental first at this moment. I want to confess my secrets, but you know how people are, right? Even when you want to confess secrets, it’s hard to actually say them out loud. There’s no guarantee that secrets will be kept either… That’s why you’re perfect.”

Hehe, she sat in a chair, poured tea for herself, and enjoyed the aroma.

Isella’s gift is quite high quality.

“Hmm… where should I start? Actually, anyone would have been fine. So why did you seduce me so much in my room?”

Right? You wanted me to be seduced, didn’t you?

Karen giggled as she stroked Nancy’s hair. Her black straight hair came undone. Their dark blue eyes met. Beautiful. To think this maid could look so beautiful. Murder was indeed the right choice. You can enjoy all the different sides of a person, can’t you?

“You even took time off saying you were tired from work. Thanks to that, the other servants think you’ve left, and you ate everything I gave you… and fell right asleep.”

“…”

So this is your fault.

She embraced her face. It’s warm.

“You know, Nancy. I’ve been dreaming. For 100 years.”

“…”

It’s hard to read Nancy’s expression with her mouth gagged. Understanding emotions through eyes alone is indeed difficult. Eyeballs merely receive light, and expressions are ultimately shown through muscles.

But Nancy’s mouth was gagged, and it was hard to guess what she wanted to say through the wrinkles around her eyes. Karen was curious about what Nancy might say, but she held back. It would be troublesome if she screamed.

“Hmm… for 100 years, I’ve died and died again. Everyone tries to kill me, and kills me. So now I want to try it too. It’s my first time killing, so I don’t think I’ll do it well, but I’ll try my best. I’ve been killed many times, so I think I can do it.”

She knocked Nancy down. The thick carpet absorbed the sound. She squirmed. Karen took out one of her mufflers. The opportunity was too good. Nancy had come to Karen in the afternoon saying she was taking time off and complained about Isella’s rudeness.

And she said she went out to the city today to buy alcohol. There was a faint smell of alcohol. Nancy, who had stopped by to get something she had left behind, asked if there was anything she could help with, saying she would be playing for a whole week. There was only one thing to ask for.

She was so… so perfect to kill.

“Decades ago, you killed me once. Why did you do that? Oh, I’m not blaming you.”

Telling her to cheer up, Karen had given her food mixed with some of Dulan’s medicines. When she said she had no appetite due to Isella’s rampage during the day, another maid had brought her the food. Nancy, who often ate leftover food, put the food in her mouth without much suspicion.

“I’m just curious. It hurt quite a bit… I’ve been very curious ever since.”

But I can’t hear it now…

“Will you tell me next time?”

She climbed onto Nancy’s body. She could feel her pounding heart. It was a resilient body. Karen felt excitement as Nancy’s body squirmed between her thighs. Elation surged through her.

“In return, I’ll let you kill me next time.”

Karen strangled Nancy’s neck.

* * *

Karen trembled with excitement as she recalled that moment. That moment could only be described as love. That trembling felt through the cloth, that sensation of dominating another. Fate must have killed her 100 times because that sensation was so enjoyable.

And another woman was about to entertain her. She was so excited she wanted to kiss Isella. All these characters are so lovely. What will you do, hmm? Will you scream? Will you look for that great father of yours? Will you cry looking for the absent Raymond?

“Don’t be afraid.”

“…Yes.”

Isella was walking while holding Karen’s hand for support. Giggle! There’s nothing to be afraid of! I’m not going to kill you right now! Because I’m going to go to your manor later and kill many, many more! There are too few people in this house… She couldn’t contain the laughter that kept spilling out.

“I… really. I saw something strange…”

“Yes.”

Karen answered Isella kindly. While smiling.

That smile looked to Isella like a kind-hearted older sister caring for a frightened child. Isella disliked women who treated others childishly to assert their superiority, but at this moment she was captivated by Karen’s smile. Karen’s smile truly looked like a goddess’s smile promising Isella that she had nothing to worry about.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Fear was forgotten.

She opened the door to the room.

“Really, I don’t know what kind of illusion I saw.”

The clothes and bed soiled with menstrual blood had created an illusion. Her sensitive body during menstruation, the pillow, necklace, and hat that a maid had accidentally left behind had combined to deceive Isella. Isella was relieved that she wouldn’t have to go to her father to be scolded or scream and be embarrassed in front of others.

Isella sighed and sat on the bed.

She must have panicked at the sight of blood. The necklace and hat were still there as they were. Isella picked up her necklace that she had been searching for so desperately. She had seen it wrong because she was tired all day and even bled. That must have been it. Isella gripped the necklace tightly and turned to Karen. She had seen it wrong. Everything. Isella was relieved.

“I’ll apologize, Lady Hyer.”

“…”

“I’d like to sleep in a different room. May I go to the adjacent room?”

“…”

But Karen said nothing. Rather, she had a somewhat frightening expression. Isella called out to Karen.

“Hyer?”

“That’s a relief… Yes, of course. The adjacent room is empty, so you may go there. I’ll have the maids clean this room tomorrow.”

Click.

Karen opened the door to the adjacent room and guided Isella.

“Please use this room.”

“Thank you.”

With her fear gone and relief found, Isella felt intimacy toward Karen. She wanted to talk more, but Karen closed the door saying it was late at night. Isella closed her eyes while preciously holding the necklace in her hand. I’ll never lose it again. Lord Raymond, when will I be able to see you? I’m anxious and struggling. I miss you.

“…”

Indeed, that maid’s throat hadn’t been cut. Was she bothered by the scratch she had made with her fingernail? She should give that maid something as an apology, Isella thought as she went to sleep. It had been such a tiring and painful day.

* * *

Karen closed the door and slumped down just like Isella had moments before.

The corpse had disappeared.

Karen Hyer always recognized the fact that she was insane.

So that fact couldn’t be a surprising twist. It was natural to think that someone who had lived through a hundred years of stagnant time couldn’t be sane, and she even considered the possibility that she might simply be a delusional patient.

If she got lost in stale epistemology, she couldn’t do anything. So the first thing Karen felt upon discovering the corpse was gone wasn’t fear or panic.

“…How dare.”

It was anger.

It’s mine! Who dares to do such a thing! How can they be so cruel! Why do they make it so boring!

Karen had wanted to see Isella faint in terror. Not just crying pathetically over a man, but Isella overwhelmed by primal fear. Be ugly and distorted, beg, be horrified, cling desperately. Like me! But who, what is interfering? Without any revelation or advice!

Karen first vented her anger at some unknown something, then turned her arrow toward herself.

If it wasn’t gods, others, or other external factors, if she was seeing illusions because she was insane, she had to punish herself. She had to blame her own head. Karen vented her anger on herself.

Bang!

She slammed her head against the wall.

Blood flowed. She felt pain. If she was insane, she at least wanted to see the illusions she desired. If this was a hallucination, if it was a delusion, then the only punishment she could give herself was self-harm.

Thud!

She felt the skin on her forehead tear. She wanted to end it all by her own hand like this. Even so, she would eventually return to the garden from before. No, since suicide had never succeeded, she would end up spending a year on the bed before returning again.

She had been sinking into the pitch-black sea for a hundred years. Karen was the dream of one who falls endlessly with rocks tied to her neck. An illusion in a space where the air in her head disappears and emotions, philosophy, and thoughts all become thin. It didn’t matter anymore. Such assumptions no longer held any meaning for Karen.

Whether everything before her eyes was illusion and there was some idea somewhere, whether the cat in the box was dead or alive, whether it was shadows in a cave or clouds! Only the endless impatience right now, the suffocating despair. The memory that might be a hundred years of delusion strangling her neck was reality.

Thump.

As blood continued to flow, her head cleared a bit and her excitement subsided.

“Huk… huk… Damn…”

Blood flowed from her head. Tears spilled out. She walked heavily down the corridor, bleeding and crying.

Just die, everyone.

Please.

I’ll kill everything that can kill me.

Then this time, no one will be able to kill me.

Let’s start a fire. I’ll burn everything down. Let’s see if that thing, whether it’s delusion or law, passes by indifferently. What would happen if I killed the entire family? Would detectives and police come to conduct an investigation? I wanted to see that, but who interfered?

Next time, I should kill Nancy and stay in Isella’s room the whole time. Yes, that’s what I should do. Ah, but then next time I won’t be able to keep my promise to ‘let Nancy kill me.’

“Miss?”

“…”

“Are you hurt?”

“…I fell.”

She could see the panicked face of Bowen, the servant. She had exceeded the time limit while self-harming. Karen realized quite some time had passed seeing Bowen in the corridor where no one should have been.

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