Resetting Lady - Chapter 88

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“Verdick Evans doesn’t trust me.”

 

“That doesn’t matter much.”

 

Count Fankair touched his pen holder.

 

“The fact that he put you in the military, well. I’m not sure about that. If it were me, I would have put you toward the Senate. Learning law would be fine too. Anyway, if he sent you to military school, you shouldn’t waste it. Do your best within it. I have no choice but to leave it entirely to you.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You said before that you would follow anything I said, didn’t you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Become an ideal knight. A hero that children would go crazy for when they see you. To the extent that people cheer when they see you.”

 

Count Fankair’s eyes were gleaming strangely. Raymond wondered if he was joking with his latter words, but his face was serious.

 

“You just need to live honorably. It’s the most difficult thing, but it won’t be that difficult for you.”

 

And take good care of your face too. Raymond couldn’t ignore even the words added in passing. But that wasn’t too difficult. Raymond was fortunate enough to be naturally blessed with good looks.

 

Whatever the Count was thinking, whether he wanted to steal Verdick’s fortune through Raymond, or perhaps needed another limb, or if it was some kind of hobby like tending flowers. Raymond couldn’t know, but it didn’t matter.

 

Raymond was bound by honor, but it wasn’t that difficult. It was as the Count said.

 

If he lived as he had been living, medals were given. Raymond was hated by some high officials and envied by some peers, but he received even greater cheers.

 

And Raymond earned the title of knight three years later, and saw Prince Louis come looking for him with shining eyes.

 

“Are you Lord Raymond Seyertes? I’ve heard much of your reputation from Count Fankair.”

 

Raymond looked at Prince Louis’s face. And behind him stood Count Fankair.

 

The highest honor.

 

The admiration of royalty.

 

Verdick Evans realized that Raymond was trying to break free from the leash he had put on him. But it was already too late. Raymond Seyertes had thoroughly established himself with glory, morality, and people’s cheers.

 

“Damn… this brat.”

 

Verdick threw his inkwell. He had planned to dress him up moderately and give him to his daughter, but the ungrateful fool was trying to bite and run away.

 

Verdick Evans called his daughter. Isella Evans appeared as always, wearing clothes Verdick had bought her, responding to her father’s call.

 

“It seems it’s time for you to marry.”

 

Raymond Seyertes needed a reason to break off the engagement.

 

A grand reason wasn’t necessary. Raymond didn’t want that. Serious consideration in creating a reason out of necessity would rather be problematic. Anyone would do. Raymond was confident he could be a good husband in his own way to any woman. He was a man who would faithfully fulfill his duties to anyone other than Verdick Evans’s daughter.

 

But there were necessary conditions that anyone could understand. Something like the reason Verdick Evans chose him. Something like the reason Isella Evans selected him. A reason people wouldn’t find too strange when they saw it.

 

Like a woman incomparably more beautiful than Isella Evans.

 

“Is that alright?”

 

* * *

 

“I came into a book.”

 

It wasn’t that he believed Karen Hyer’s words, but her words bothered him.

 

Her words about dying, dying, and dying again for 100 years because she couldn’t find true love. Her face that seemed to blame him strangely somehow. Karen’s face had strangely precocious aspects, but when she said such things, she also seemed like a child throwing a tantrum.

 

“You promised to believe me.”

 

He tried, but it wasn’t a story an adult could accept. If he believed that, he would have to go to the hospital first. Raymond had to make an effort not to click his tongue. She was still young.

 

“They say if I find true love, I’ll be freed from the curse. Ah, come on. Could you not make that face? I know what you’re thinking.”

 

“I’m trying.”

 

But those words were too dreamlike to be excuses made up by a murderer, and even had somewhat romantic aspects. Those kinds of stories Raymond had dismissed as absurd when he was about six or seven years old.

 

‘It’s a bit childish too.’

 

“You’re not trying, are you?”

 

When Karen glared at him, Raymond raised both hands and answered. A promise was a promise.

 

“I am… Yes… I said I am.”

 

Could she be pretending to be crazy to escape guilt? Raymond looked at Karen sideways while looking at documents that didn’t register. But her words were consistent. If it was all made up, it was too systematically constructed.

 

Could she really be insane? Raymond sighed, thinking he might have focused too much on just her face.

 

Karen looked at Raymond’s sullen face and said resentfully.

 

“I know it’s strange too. Try a little harder.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

When something is too absurd, it becomes harder to ignore. In any case, Raymond tried to accommodate Karen. Raymond examined old books together with her, met people, and went around auction houses to buy antiques.

 

‘What am I doing right now.’

 

But it was surprisingly quite fun. Karen was good with words and had diverse hobbies. She was also rich in various knowledge that Raymond was weak in, and became naturally friendly with people she met for the first time.

 

“That person has quite a difficult personality, but he seems to like you quite a bit.”

 

“It’s because I’ve already met all these people before.”

 

Karen shrugged as if it was nothing, but Raymond felt somewhat deflated seeing that attitude he had acquired with difficulty. And he had to admit that she was definitely a charming madwoman. Not just in appearance, but everything.

 

Karen’s complaint that it might be because Raymond himself didn’t love Karen that they kept repeating this time was something he wanted to ignore but found hard to dismiss. Raymond wondered why that was.

 

But he couldn’t figure it out well.

 

Because he approached out of necessity? No. Raymond had approached her from the beginning suspecting she was a murderer. It was Karen who needed him and knocked on his door. At least in their relationship, Raymond was upright. The problem was rather Karen. Killing people…

 

‘No, that’s not right. I should have caught evidence and locked her up right away.’

 

Raymond felt guilty about leaving her alone out of necessity. Not to her, but to his own conscience.

 

‘Why am I doing this here?’

 

Raymond sighed while looking at the useless antiques Karen was buying. Before he knew it, she had filled an entire room with them. Raymond was spending too much time on her delusions. Raymond realized at some point that the time he spent with Karen was too long.

 

Those uselessly flowing times of entering social gatherings together, watching performances, going around auction houses searching through legends and delusions. Wasting time like that was almost the first time in Raymond’s life. Such days passed in an instant.

 

“Lord Raymond, a letter has come from the royal palace?”

 

It was Prince Guiz. The moment Raymond saw it, he knew he was targeting him. Raymond sat at his desk. And he wrote a will leaving all his inheritance to Karen.

 

The Baron wasn’t in a position to receive it. And that was the maximum expression of sincerity. A sign that Raymond was making an effort for her.

 

“Oh my, I told you I don’t die!”

 

Raymond didn’t believe that.

 

Her words were too absurd and the assertion of someone who didn’t know the actual situation. Karen didn’t talk about the fight between the Prince and Prince Louis, and himself and Verdick and the Count and all those numerous people and businesses and countries and successors.

 

She just spoke of the ending. Just believing, words that didn’t need a reason. She didn’t know the process. She didn’t know the political situation. That’s why Raymond no longer told Karen anything.

 

Because Raymond was also tired.

 

And watching Karen scurry around here and there, digging through legends and people’s relationships was quite entertaining. He could think of his fortune as payment for playing with her.

 

And.

 

And.

 

While doing familiar work again, Raymond realized he liked those useless days spent with Karen more than he thought. He had been away from amusement for too long.

 

“Did Verdick Evans betray me?”

 

The moment he put a gun to Duke Routella’s head, and the moment he killed that young granddaughter. What Raymond felt was not guilt but the thought that he wanted to finish work quickly and return.

 

Return where. Raymond realized the answer and became aware that he was severely afflicted. And at that moment he knew.

 

Raymond had lived honorably.

 

Until this day.

 

That was the most comfortable way for him to live. When he saw injustice, he resisted it. He didn’t stay silent. For the sake of justice.

 

But unable to kill Karen Hyer.

 

Raymond looks at Karen. If she had shown even a little violence or cruelty in front of Raymond’s eyes, he wouldn’t have hesitated. There would have been no need to worry. But she never showed such things in front of Raymond.

 

“I love Lord Raymond.”

 

She probably didn’t believe those words herself. The eyes that had been shedding tears changed to look annoyed as soon as they left the Prince’s chamber. But nevertheless, she was a victim. Always. Always.

 

Raymond realized he couldn’t kill Karen.

 

Something more important than all the values he had built up, like honor and conscience, had emerged.

 

Raymond could no longer say this emotion wasn’t love.

 

He no longer agonized. Time was short and enemies were everywhere, so Raymond had to find a way. Whatever he thought of Karen, her words were absurd and he couldn’t erase his conviction that she was involved in murder.

 

But that was no longer a problem. Because he would help her.

 

Raymond looks at the priest in front of him. He looks at the young priest named Dulan Lloyd. Raymond thinks of when he first saw him. He and she seemed closer to hating each other than loving each other.

 

Raymond had somewhat sympathized with him as a man, but that was all. He was the one who had tortured Karen through Verdick Evans for the reason of being rejected by Karen.

 

An ordinary, sinister, jealous man.

 

Raymond no longer sympathized with him. Because he was a rival. Despite his actions, wasn’t he now saying he would go to prison in place of Karen Hyer?

 

“Priest Dulan.”

 

Raymond Seyertes looked down at the man in front of him. He looks at Dulan Lloyd. Outside, hymns echo, and the priest who calls himself God’s representative is collapsed before him. Afraid that he might send Karen to prison. Raymond felt displeasure looking at him. What was this emotion?

 

“Do you love Karen Hyer?”

 

“…No.”

 

But those words lacked conviction.

 

“Why are you trying so hard to protect Karen Hyer?”

 

“…I, I am… her doctor… and a priest.”

 

“So you’d even go to prison in her place, don’t you think that’s a bit unreasonable?”

 

That emotion is only one, isn’t it.

 

Raymond felt a faint jealousy at that fact. And he was a little surprised.

 

Actually, Raymond had thought about it before coming here. If Dulan loved Karen, and if that was why he wanted to protect her. If he himself were to die, then having Dulan help her afterwards would be a good method.

 

However, Raymond now wanted to refuse Dulan getting involved with Karen. But he shouldn’t do that. If Dulan loved Karen, he should make more use of that.

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