Resetting Lady - Chapter 82

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“I understand. Thank you.”

“…Is there, is there more you wish to confess?”

“Please forgive me for still not trusting you, priest.”

“…Pardon?”

Everything about him was clumsy. Even his lies. From his answer, Raymond could be certain. Dulan tried to hide something with silence, but Raymond knew. Even without knowing the contents within, what Raymond wanted to confirm was sufficient.

Raymond raised his head to look at Dulan. He seemed to have given up somewhat.

“I pray that the Lord will also forgive my sins that I do not know of.”

“…Lo, Lord Raymond?”

“Thank you for the matter with Sion. I also apologize to you for doubting you, who are God’s instrument, even briefly.”

Raymond stood up from his seat. Dulan’s face changed.

“No, now.”

“You are not someone who could kill a person.”

That was something only people like himself would do.

“Thank you for hearing my confession. Farewell.”

“…!”

Following Raymond, Dulan came out of the confessional. In the bright light, he looked even more pitiful. He stretched out his thin arm to grab Raymond.

“…Why… did you come?”

“It was to confess my sins. Since I now know my thoughts were wrong, I intend to confess my sins and return.”

From Dulan’s response, Raymond saw his will to defend Karen. That was enough. And he had also expressed gratitude about Sion. But Dulan grabbed Raymond. His face contorted.

“Sin, sin, didn’t you say it wasn’t a sin?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Your suspicion… is not… a sin.”

Strength entered his arm. But that was merely weak to Raymond, a well-trained soldier.

“You only said it was natural to be suspicious in my situation.”

“I, I….”

Raymond gently removed Dulan’s arm.

“I’m sorry, Priest Dulan. I cannot trust you.”

“…Is it because I… saved that soldier? Are you so certain that I am someone who cannot kill a person?”

Dulan asked if he had become suspected precisely because he saved Sion. Whether he thought he wasn’t the type who could kill people. It sounded like he was asking if he looked like a coward. It was the attitude of someone feigning wickedness.

“My goodness, priest. Do you regret saving a person?”

“….”

Dulan’s face looked like that. Raymond felt somewhat bitter. Goodness should be met with goodness. There was a time when he believed such a world was proper. But sermons and reality are different things.

“Priest, it would be better not to speak so loudly.”

Footsteps could be heard. But those steps soon grew distant. Soon no sign of people could be heard in the corridor. But hymns could be heard. The sounds here could also be heard outside.

Raymond grabbed Dulan’s shoulder. He could feel trembling. It was an action meant to calm him down, but it became nothing more than a threat. Raymond spoke quietly in Dulan’s ear.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Raymond decided to live bearing his own sins.

* * *

Raymond Seyertes’ standard for looking at women was simple. Appearance alone.

Raymond Seyertes was an ordinary boy.

Though his face was quite pretty, there were many beautiful children in childhood, so he wasn’t particularly unusual.

Being born a noble, most of those around him were young nobles who dressed neatly and richly. Just as they would often play covered in mud in front of their estates and families, Raymond was the same. So it was difficult to say he was particularly different from others in his childhood.

Like country boys typically do, he believed that prettiness of face was useless, and was a boy who enjoyed physical fights more than grooming. In those days, when he heard praise like “you’re quite handsome,” he would give thanks in front of them but at night would doodle around his eyes wondering if having scars on his face like a pirate captain wouldn’t be cooler, then fall asleep. That’s how much his face meant to him.

Though he was quick in his movements, people couldn’t imagine him becoming a soldier from that. At that time, people showed more interest in the main industries of the family like meat or wool rather than the reputation of Raymond of House Seyertes.

The estate’s sheep were sturdy, the weather was good, and the people were leisurely. The estate’s income was stable, and though they were somewhat pushed back in politics, he was truly the son of a peaceful land. His father was brave and his mother was gentle, so it wasn’t special for their young child to have a sturdy body and kind disposition.

He possessed appearance, health, character, and intelligence, and his parents and siblings cherished him, so no one doubted his future would be bright.

“Raymond, what do you want to become when you grow up?”

Since Raymond’s older brother was already receiving heir education, Raymond had the opportunity to think about his future in various ways. Even if the heir received most of the estate and wealth, the second son at least had the freedom to make choices.

Young Raymond considered that cooler, so there was no problem. It was childish bravado believing that life should have trials. So Raymond wanted to become a scholar.

“I want to study more.”

Father laughed heartily at his attitude, which was opposite to his brother’s. Raymond’s wish to spend his life researching and learning more about the world’s truths was exemplary and pure. It wasn’t about making money, wasn’t about being obsessed with art, and wouldn’t involve suffering between worldliness and corruption as a priest.

“It won’t be easy.”

“Why. Brother, don’t pick a fight.”

“Handsome men have a hard time living in the world. Once you turn fifteen, women won’t leave you alone.”

“Is that how you live, brother?”

“Of course.”

The baroness stroked Raymond.

“You live as you want to. But studying won’t be easy.”

It was a verdant June. Raymond loved his family as children of other happy families do. Sunlight poured down between the leaves and pure white flocks of sheep played among the pastures. Several shepherds waved at the baron and baroness who were watching. Raymond was happy without knowing he was happy.

It was a beautiful time.

And as with all things, such times are bound to end early.

“My head hurts….”

“Mother?”

One day, mother complained of a migraine and frowned. Her beautiful face contorted. And the baroness lay in bed and lost consciousness. Doctors came urgently.

Raymond tried to approach the baroness, but his brother blocked his path.

“No.”

“Why? Brother goes in.”

Raymond frowned but it didn’t work.

“I’m an adult so I’m fine, but you’re young so you can’t. Go to your room and pray.”

“Father! Brother is blocking me!”

Raymond grabbed his father’s pants, but father’s face was just as serious. The baron removed Raymond’s hand and held it tightly. His hand was excessively hot. The baron’s face made it difficult for Raymond to throw more tantrums.

“Raymond, listen to your brother. And… the doctor came so it will be fine. I’m asking just for a moment.”

“Why can’t I go in? Why is mother sick?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

The adults entered the room. Raymond felt wronged being excluded alone. He was also family and worried about mother just the same. But Raymond didn’t give up and pressed his ear to the door outside the room. Raymond heard what the doctor and baron were saying outside the room.

“It’s dangerous, Baron. Right now in other regions too, patients are rapidly increasing due to unexplained high fever.”

At the doctor’s words, the baron asked in a voice full of worry. Raymond found the worried voice he had never heard before unfamiliar.

“What method is there?”

“There’s nothing I can be certain of right now. First, she must be isolated from other people immediately. It’s dangerous, so young or old people should be sent elsewhere.”

And so Raymond was entrusted to the temple. An elderly priest who was a relative took care of him for a while. Raymond knelt before the altar and prayed. But he wasn’t anxious.

“Ray, are you alright? It must be difficult, but let’s pray together.”

“I’m fine, priest.”

Raymond took the hand of the priest who looked more anxious than himself.

“Priest, there’s no way mom would die. Believers don’t worry, right? You taught me that.”

The Baroness of Seyertes was a good person. Raymond wasn’t anxious because he was confident that his mother couldn’t die. The baroness was just tired and sick from doing volunteer work for poor relief as usual.

Even if she had been infected, God would again take pity on her and remove her illness.

It was impossible for a good person to die while doing good deeds. Raymond’s world was constructed that way. Good people would receive blessings, and bad people would receive punishment.

Raymond didn’t know what it meant that the priest said nothing and looked down at him. It was anxiety.

Mother and father had passed away.

His parents who had loved him had passed away. Young Raymond couldn’t return home for a long time even after receiving the telegram. The priest delivered the telegram. Raymond received that note and stared at it for a long time. Something impossible for children had happened. The priest expected to hear screaming or crying, but Raymond just remained silent for a long time and asked.

“Can I not see my parents?”

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