Resetting Lady - Chapter 94

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

“Who could it be?”

Someone had sent her a hand. Since her name was written on it, there was no reason to think otherwise. But there was no sender’s name. Karen became curious about who had sent it. Who could it be?

Some people might be able to identify someone just by their handwriting, but Karen didn’t have such knowledge. It was refined handwriting, though.

“It probably isn’t Verdick Evans…”

He was the person who harassed Karen most frequently at this point, but it was hard to imagine him dismembering a woman and sending it. Rather than butchering another woman to frighten Karen, he was the type to come at Karen’s neck with an axe himself.

“Verdick has quite a passionate side despite appearances.”

While Verdick didn’t know Karen well, Karen knew him well, so she ruled out Verdick. Since Verdick had killed Karen too many times before, she had faith that he wouldn’t do something like this. He had a strange kind of fastidiousness about certain things.

Karen thought of another man.

“Prince Guiz after all?”

He was the most realistically plausible person. Because he had recently given orders to summon Karen. But would royalty really need to do something like this?

But Karen didn’t know him. He was one of her mother’s men, a man with an old, withered stick, and a man with a strong stomach. That was all Karen knew about him. Could he have such hobbies too?

But why only now?

That’s what made it even stranger to Karen. Why hadn’t this pervert, who was so obsessed with her mother and so obsessed with herself, ever shown that side of himself during all those years? Until now, at most, he had only said she resembled Catherine while looking at Karen’s face. He hadn’t even attended the wedding.

It was difficult to confirm it was Prince Guiz for that reason.

And.

“Dulan.”

Karen thought of Dulan, who had been her fiancé. It was a low possibility, but could it be him?

Karen had made one last request to Donna.

“Deliver a letter to Dulan.”

That letter contained Karen’s worries about postponing her choice to Dulan.

There was a high possibility that Dulan was the last person Donna had met.

“This life is really too difficult…”

But would the Dulan she knew do something like this?

Karen knew him as someone who stuttered, was always anxious, and liked to criticize others. He acted somewhat timid and weak in front of Karen, but he had a personality that looked down endlessly on those he considered beneath him.

Besides that, he had many character flaws. Karen hadn’t just observed him for one year, but for a hundred years. Men like Dulan would sometimes suddenly turn around and stab Karen on the last day, which had happened several times.

“Hmm…”

But this incident didn’t seem like Dulan.

Karen didn’t trust Dulan’s morals, but she trusted Dulan’s butchering skills. Dulan had taken the lives of countless animals during every livestock festival. Most were small animals, but sometimes they were large animals like cattle. Though Dulan made a face showing he hated it and found it tiresome, he would strike a cow’s crown with minimal force, cut its throat, and drain the blood. For animals like birds, he would twist their necks in one go.

Karen touched the cold hand. There was blood under the fingernails, and the cut surface was rough. It seemed to have been cut while alive. Karen remembered when she had dismembered Thomas before. Since she had cut a corpse, it was cut cleanly. Though Karen’s strength was somewhat lacking so she had to chop bit by bit, the cut surface wasn’t like this. This (probably) woman’s wrist cut surface was quite rough. It had been cut while alive. Karen thought of the owner of the hand who must have watched her own wrist being cut with open eyes.

“It really seems to be Donna.”

The hand had some calluses built up, and while it wasn’t too small, it didn’t feel like a mature woman’s hand either. Exactly the hand of a woman Karen’s age. And not a noble. This was a story that didn’t need deduction. Unless Donna turned out to be a crazy murderer, this hand was indeed Donna’s.

And Karen thought it was probably Donna’s hand. Because it was sent to Karen. And there weren’t many women related to Karen. Someone who would cut off a severed hand to give as a gift probably wouldn’t just grab any random person to cut.

“Donna, probably Donna. Did you meet Dulan last?”

Of course, the hand didn’t speak. Karen held the hand as if shaking hands. It felt strange. The feeling of dead meat.

“…”

When she killed Nancy, it was a fresh corpse so she didn’t think anything of it. And she was too excited to remember well. When dismembering Thomas’s corpse, she had been so absorbed she wondered if she was going crazy, and when Father died, she was too distracted by the fire.

Karen closed her eyes while holding the woman’s hand. Would something like sympathy well up? But Karen didn’t shed any tears. Was she dead, or alive?

She was curious, but not sad.

Rather, the thought that came to her was the question, ‘So what will Dulan answer?’ Dulan hadn’t said when he would give an answer.

He had only told her to pursue true love. Now there wasn’t much time left.

Karen had postponed it because she didn’t want to choose, but she knew she had to choose now.

How would she die? She felt the sensation she used to feel when making that choice. Karen looked out the window where servants were shouting.

“The greenhouse repairs won’t be finished until tomorrow!”

“The lamb has arrived!”

“Check the 3rd floor corridor once more!”

The servants were running around frantically preparing to receive Prince Louis, making more noise than ever before. Though they always moved quietly as befitted the servants of a count’s family, Prince Louis’s sudden visit had made people this excited.

Karen could easily imagine Princess Lian blushing as she worried over dozens of dresses.

“When is he coming?”

“Tomorrow!”

If she stayed still, Karen would meet a happy ending.

Raymond had said he loved Karen and asked her to marry him again this time. Just like before.

Though Prince Guiz had become the villain coveting Karen, Prince Louis would block that too. Karen just had to wait in this room. She just had to become a girl in love waiting for Raymond to return. If she achieved love this time, if Dulan acknowledged it and it ended.

Would that be the end?

Like before?

Karen stood up.

She put the hand back in the box.

A woman must always be prepared. Karen got up, combed her hair, put on a necklace and earrings, and changed clothes. Since there was no maid, she had to do it herself. Karen wasn’t used to doing such trivial things by herself. She had lived her age in vain.

“It’s even hard to dress myself.”

Karen sighed and barely managed to squeeze herself into the dress. She gave up on tightening the corset. It wasn’t something she could do alone. Was her belly protruding a bit? Karen laughed at that trivial thought and wiped her face.

She twisted her hair up and inserted decorations. She had to be careful with the necklace. Karen picked up a pearl necklace. She liked this one. Three strands of thick pearls with several diamonds in the center. It was luxurious so she rarely wore it, but now was the time for it.

It was similar to Isella’s, but Karen’s was a bit better. Karen put it around her neck. It would be good to choose something more comfortable for the dress. It wouldn’t matter much if the back was exposed now. Karen boldly chose a dress that exposed the back among her dresses. Since it wouldn’t be seen in front of many people, it would be fine.

Dulan secretly liked such clothes.

“He’s actually a pervert when you get to know him.”

Karen put on the dress and applied makeup. Her red lips looked mature. Finally, she put on a black cloak with a hood. Covering her head with the hood, Karen slipped out of the room.

Karen didn’t want to meet a happy ending like this.

* * *

“Dulan should still be here.”

Karen looked at the Isela Evans Estate. Most of the lights were out. Night had already deepened.

“…Should I knock on the door?”

Karen stopped her tired steps. She thought it wouldn’t be that far. Since she had snuck out without Countess Elba knowing, she couldn’t use the count’s carriage. She had taken a carriage once along the way, but private carriages don’t go beyond main roads.

And the Evans family’s private land was too vast. The carriage stopped in front of the private land. Fortunately, it was so vast that there were many places with few people. Karen walked through the bushes.

“Was the Evans estate this far?”

Karen opened the back door she had used when she was Isella’s maid. Though it was locked, Karen knew the spare key was under a small statue right next to it. When the door opened, the basement was revealed.

“…I don’t know which room is Dulan’s.”

Only then did Karen realize what she didn’t know. Even though Karen had been at the Evans family for a long time, this was the first time Dulan had been there with her.

“…Oh dear.”

Karen recalled where the guest rooms used to be and carefully moved her steps.

Click-clack.

Night had already deepened, and the manor was quiet.

Karen took off her shoes and held them in her hands. Since Evans had decorated the floor with marble, it was noisy no matter how softly she walked. Karen held her shoes and carefully headed toward the corridor used by guests. Even though the manor was dark, it was a familiar space so moving wasn’t difficult.

The splendid manor lay sleeping, buried in darkness. Karen didn’t want to wake anyone. All she wanted was a meeting with Dulan. She wanted to avoid the awkward situation of running into Verdick Evans for no reason.

Each manor has different rules. But Karen knew the trivial rules of the Evans manor. If there were locked doors among the guest rooms, that would be Dulan’s room. The Evans manor didn’t bother locking unused rooms.

“…Huh?”

The door was open. Karen was flustered by the door handle that turned smoothly without any resistance. Just in case, she peeked inside slightly, but it was an empty room. Since it was the first room, he would use this one first. Karen closed the door and headed to the next room.

“…”

That room was still empty too. What’s this? Karen was confused.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————