Resetting Lady - Chapter 93

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“Um… Miss.”

 

The laundry worker spoke to Karen. Karen turned around.

 

“Those kinds of kids quit easily. How old is she?”

 

“Eighteen.”

 

“Kids that age run away from home a lot too. If three days have passed, she won’t come back. Just forget about it.”

 

The head maid said the same thing.

 

Everywhere, the head maids of grand estates were stubborn old women. She was a tall housekeeper who resembled Helen from the Hyer Estate. Come to think of it, where would she be now? The housekeeper looked down at Karen and said.

 

“Do you not know when she left?”

 

“I’m not sure.”

 

“I’ll contact the police. But please don’t mention it to the other guests for the time being.”

 

“When will you contact the police?”

 

“…I’ll contact them as soon as those people leave.”

 

If Donna had been kidnapped by someone, no one would know.

 

Before Karen’s expression could change, the housekeeper quickly added words. As if making excuses.

 

“I think you would understand the reason better.”

 

“…Right.”

 

Of course Karen knew reality better than the housekeeper. Prince Louis staying comfortably was more important than Donna’s disappearance.

 

Donna was no different from the dozens of maids Karen had met today, and her disappearance wasn’t that strange either. Such women disappeared countless times daily in the capital alone, and quite a few of them turned up as corpses. That was the kind of world this was.

 

Thud.

 

Karen entered her room, or more precisely, the guest house that Countess Elba had provided.

 

Even though it was called a guest house, it was quite luxurious, befitting a place provided by a count. This place wasn’t too bad. Karen thought of Donna. The maid’s room some distance from her own room.

 

Karen got up from her seat and began heading toward a place she had never been.

 

The maids staying in the maid’s room varied from time to time. It was mostly Nancy who stayed there. And sometimes it was Sera. It was the first time Donna had been there. That was somewhat stimulating, and she had occasionally thought about scenes of cutting Donna’s throat someday. After strangling Nancy’s neck.

 

Karen didn’t like that she continued to be confused. She had originally planned to kill people, kill, and earnestly kill in this life. How far could she kill while avoiding Raymond’s eyes? That was Karen’s purpose.

 

“That got tied up by Dulan’s ridiculous bet.”

 

Because of Dulan, her purpose in this life had completely gone awry. Karen’s entertainment ultimately became nothing more than killing time. Even if it was something as stimulating as murder. Because it had no value compared to the end Karen wanted, her own death.

 

Dulan had prevented Karen’s continued murders, but now Karen increasingly wanted to quit the bet. Because Raymond’s love was ultimately no different from before. It would have been interesting if he had tried to kill Karen instead, but his unchanging love bred suspicion once again.

 

Karen shook her head.

 

Right now Karen was more curious about Donna than Raymond or Dulan. Just as Nancy had shown a new side she had never shown before through her death, who knows if Donna might show a new side too.

 

Usually maids’ quarters were in the manor, but Karen’s maids always moved following Karen. Nancy was one of Karen’s wishes, and Donna was?

 

Creak.

 

“It would be fun if it turns out Donna was the final culprit behind the serial murders.”

 

Karen opened the door.

 

And was disappointed. Donna’s room was nothing special. Karen saw a small bed befitting a servant’s room, a small window, and a small wardrobe and desk.

 

It was just that kind of place. The kind of room that existed in the Hyer Estate too. Such an ordinary room. General female servants all lived together, but cases like Donna were slightly different. Servants attached to guests lived alone like this. It was a somewhat lonely scene.

 

“Still better than Lord Raymond’s though.”

 

Karen looked around Donna’s temporary room. It was different from Raymond’s room, where everything was always organized and ready to leave at any moment. There were cosmetics, clothes, and flowers too. Karen approached the window.

 

“Hydrangeas.”

 

Karen tilted her head seeing that the flowers were hydrangeas. There were too many in her own room anyway, so if asked, she would give plenty. Donna had stuck one stem in a glass bottle. Had she bought it with her own money? Karen thought it was money spent in a useless place, but that would be her choice. The flower was still fresh.

 

“Does the flower being fresh mean she left not long ago?”

 

But wasn’t that obvious?

 

Donna had been there until just a few days ago. Water had pooled at the bottom of the water bottle, too shabby to call a vase. Karen couldn’t deduce anything particular from such things.

 

“The desk?”

 

It was a small makeshift table. There was one crude cup. The inside was empty. She apparently didn’t need to keep two cups.

 

“No diary or anything like that, as expected…”

 

She had hoped for something like a diary, but indeed, unless they were children, few people wrote diaries. If there were diaries, one could peek into people’s hearts, but among busy adults, few wrote diaries. Even Karen didn’t write a diary. She didn’t write one despite not being that busy either.

 

“…I don’t write one not because it’s bothersome, but because it gets erased anyway.”

 

Mother must have been the same. I won’t complain about such things anymore, Mother.

 

Karen irritably brushed aside the hair covering her face and apologized inwardly to her mother.

 

“This is pretty cheap…”

 

And on the shelf were cosmetics. Come to think of it, Nancy always said that red lips were essential to make her black skin stand out, and she always colored her lips red. She should buy one for her in the capital later.

 

“Of course, in the next life.”

 

Karen smiled thinking of Nancy gasping and choking as her throat was strangled in her hands. Her final face had looked rather messy.

 

Karen looked at her own face in the small mirror. Karen frowned seeing her appearance untouched by a maid’s hands. Since Donna wasn’t there, she should ask to borrow another girl.

 

Karen made a round and headed toward the bed.

 

“The conclusion is… I don’t know.”

 

Karen flopped down on Donna’s bed. The small bed was hard. Karen lay on the cheap bed that would surely cause back pain and looked at the ceiling.

 

She knew it herself. She was playing around here right now.

 

Is it fun?

 

It seems fun.

 

A person disappeared.

 

That’s a story that’s never happened before.

 

Anything different is good. Changing things are fun.

 

Right?

 

“Ow.”

 

Karen rubbed her back where pain shot up from changing position. Even for something cheap, this was a bit much. No, this was the sensation of something being inside the bottom.

 

An old story came to mind. Even with twelve layers of thick mattresses and twelve layers of down comforters, the princess couldn’t bear the discomfort of a single pea. But this wasn’t a pea. And Donna’s bed wasn’t that thick either. It was a maid’s bed after all.

 

Something much bigger than a pea… like a box. Something big enough that even if accidentally left in the bed, one would frown and get up. Something that might be overlooked when just looking with eyes, but a person lying down would immediately notice.

 

Karen got up from the bed. There was something under the bottom. Then she had to take it out.

 

Karen lifted the laid cloth. It was somewhat heavy but not so much that she couldn’t lift it alone. The bed frame creaked and dust flew, but that wasn’t important. There was something important underneath.

 

“…Oh my.”

 

And inside was a treasure chest. Karen’s eyes sparkled as she pulled it out.

 

“A treasure chest?”

 

It was a box that literally looked like a treasure chest. Karen pulled out the box wrapped in purple silk. It was something that didn’t belong in a maid’s room. When she ruthlessly unwrapped the cloth, a light brown wooden box emerged from within.

 

What would come out if she opened this? Karen calmed her pounding heart and smiled. Maybe Donna’s money was inside, or a secret diary? No, no. If it were something like that, Donna would have taken it when she disappeared. Karen hoped it might be something related to herself.

 

If Nancy had manipulated her memories, perhaps Donna was also connected to her in such a way?

 

“Or maybe a bomb will go boom…”

 

But when Karen put her ear to it, she didn’t hear anything like a second hand ticking. Actually, even if a bomb were installed, Karen didn’t know if real bombs made such sounds. She had only seen exaggerated bundles of candles with big clocks attached in plays.

 

But what if she died? Right now, the only thing stopping Karen was a slight conscience about prying into someone else’s privacy, and even that had been cheerfully blown away in this life through murder. So Karen opened that box too with a joyful heart.

 

“…”

 

When she opened the box, Karen was slightly dazzled. Inside were congratulatory notes for a wedding and accessories. It was perhaps an expected item, and perhaps an unexpected item.

 

On top of the postcard was written “To Karen.” Who could it be?

 

And on the back of the postcard:

 

Congratulations on your marriage.

 

Karen examined the letters. But Karen couldn’t immediately tell who it was just from the handwriting.

 

Putting the note down on the floor, Karen looked down at the other items.

 

“…”

 

The note, accessories, and flowers were fine. The other thing was the problem. At first, she thought it was also some kind of decoration. Because it blended in so well.

 

It was a human hand.

 

A human hand was decorated with flowers and gold and silver treasures. The cross-section was cleanly cut and decorated with a pink ribbon. At a glance, it looked like a gift one might give to a girl who liked cute things.

 

But seeing the dried blood clinging to the fingertips, there wasn’t the meticulousness to handle the final finishing cleanly.

 

“…Is it Donna’s?”

 

Karen asked the hand a question.

 

Of course there was no answer.

 

Was this Donna’s hand?

 

Or whose was it?

 

Why?

 

Why was it cut and inside here?

 

Who had put it there?

 

Karen didn’t scream or show shock.

 

Actually, from the moment the box came out from under the bed, I had thought that something ominous might come out of it.

 

It was surprising, but curiosity arose more than fear.

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