Resetting Lady - Chapter 97

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“I don’t hate her.”

 

Guiz seemed very pleased with that answer.

 

“Perfect.”

 

Prince Guiz spoke with a voice filled with joy.

 

“You give the exact same answer as Catherine.”

 

“I’m not my mother.”

 

Karen was displeased. Just because she resembled Catherine and received some similar curse didn’t mean she had to clean up after her. But Karen’s words didn’t reach him.

 

“If you have the same values and say the same things, wouldn’t that make you almost the same kind? Catherine was like that too. That Deere woman who was her friend and maid.”

 

“Are you… talking about Mrs. Deere?”

 

Karen remembered her mother’s friend whom she had killed, her own tutor.

 

Guiz nodded his head.

 

“Ah, yes, that was her name. She was so impudent, going around badmouthing Catherine behind her back, so I pulled out a few of her fingernails. You can’t call that kind of person a friend.”

 

“…I see.”

 

Come to think of it, Father didn’t think well of her either. Somewhat jokingly, he had even said she might be targeting him. And Father disliked the tutor who rejected Nancy.

 

“You’re Karen’s tutor, not my family. Please resign and leave.”

 

But she was the only person who opposed taking action against Karen until the very end. Even at the risk of being fired. Karen couldn’t remember, and killed her just because she felt unpleasant. But she never said a single harsh word to Karen until the end.

 

But Prince Guiz wouldn’t know such things.

 

“Yet Catherine defended that woman. What do you think she said?”

 

“…I don’t know.”

 

Karen was tormented. No matter what Prince Guiz said, to her he was just a wrongly encountered old man. If he was going to let her go, then let her go, if he was going to kill her, then kill her quickly – she wished it would end one way or another.

 

“Focus.”

 

Guiz grabbed Karen’s hair.

 

“…I don’t think it’s a particularly important matter.”

 

Nothing was important to her. This pain would end soon anyway. It was difficult to match Prince Guiz who demanded answers that had no answers. But even Karen’s clumsy response pleased Guiz.

 

“That’s right, that’s it.”

 

Karen felt tears welling up in her eyes as pain shot up from her scalp. Was it because it hurt? But it was only minor pain.

 

“You’re not Catherine. There are certainly many differences. But that doesn’t matter. There are still more similarities.”

 

Nothing is important.

 

“…”

 

“You are nevertheless the legacy Catherine left me… and most importantly, we’ll be together from now on.”

 

“Do I… have the right… to refuse?”

 

Karen asked, scraping together her last bit of pride. Guiz laughed.

 

And he pressed hard on both of Donna’s cheeks.

 

“No.”

 

Donna’s mouth opened.

 

“Maid girl.”

 

“…”

 

“I didn’t allow you to die. But since you defied the royal command, I’m going to punish you.”

 

“Ah, ahh.”

 

Oh, Donna. No matter how much you bite your tongue, you can’t die. That’s a false story. No matter how much I bit, I couldn’t die that way. You wanted to die too, didn’t you? That’s why you bit your tongue. I should have killed you with my own hands first. Why did you live longer, why did you get involved in the story… and end up like this.

 

“Will you help?”

 

Guiz took down one of the many tools on the wall. It was a small dagger. As expected, it had a handle made of unnecessarily ornate gems and gold. It really was like that. Karen realized it was a decoration without a blade.

 

“You want me… to stab?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Catherine eventually left saying she didn’t love me. She didn’t even try to understand me.”

 

“…”

 

“If you do the same things as me, you’ll come to understand me.”

 

“Your Highness.”

 

“It’s quite fun.”

 

Her heart was beating strangely. Karen wondered if she should dislike this situation, or rather laugh at it. Hadn’t she wanted to become a murderer in this life?

 

“…”

 

But this had no blade. Karen held it and tried pressing her finger against the edge, but it was fine. When Karen looked at Prince Guiz questioningly, he smiled broadly.

 

“If it had a blade, it wouldn’t be punishment but helping, would it?”

 

So he wanted her to stab with a bladeless dagger until death. Again and again, again and again.

 

Karen gripped the dagger in her hand.

 

Her eyes met Donna’s.

 

It seemed like Tom had looked at Karen with those same eyes.

 

* * *

 

“Lord Raymond, are you focusing your attention elsewhere right now?”

 

“I apologize, Count.”

 

Raymond bowed his head slightly to Count Fankair. Coming out too hastily had been noticed. Raymond readjusted his gloves. All the important business was finished. There was no more danger. And he had confirmed the agreement of all the councilors and nobles. Prince Guiz would no longer be able to threaten Raymond.

 

“…”

 

But anxiety continued to remain. It was an inexplicable anxiety. Raymond looked down at his gloves.

 

There was no need for that. There was absolutely no need to be anxious. Raymond’s life often required betting on uncertain things, but this matter was going remarkably well.

 

“It was quite sudden, but such matters must be handled that way. I hope you understand.”

 

Count Fankair was being playful. Raymond, who was accustomed to going whenever called, even at dawn, found it somewhat absurd, but it must be his way of joking.

 

What Raymond was going to was official business, and Count Fankair was beside him. And not only them, but eight escort carriages and the Count’s army were following behind. Raymond had nothing to fear. They weren’t going to battle in the first place. And that business had ended successfully.

 

It was finished.

 

The business had ended successfully, and they were sitting in the carriage, sharing tea and celebrating peace. Raymond was somewhat surprised by the comfortable carriage, completely different from when he had taken the train. Most carriages were usually less convenient than trains, but being the Count’s carriage, it was as comfortable as a manor’s reception room. Now that everything was finished, he should feel at ease.

 

“Now it’s the beginning. You’ve worked hard in many ways.”

 

“Thank you. Your help was significant, Count.”

 

Raymond answered with a smile but felt uneasy. The Count asked.

 

“Are you nervous about the wedding?”

 

It was a question meant to draw attention and ease tension, but it was somewhat true. Raymond was bothered by having left so hastily. He had prepared as much as possible, but being away from her made him anxious. Karen had a remarkable talent for making enemies here and there whenever she was even slightly apart from him.

 

If only those were light things like women’s envy or jealousy, but Karen’s enemies were Verdick Evans and Prince Guiz. Raymond felt somewhat drained. But now it should be fine.

 

“Yes, somewhat.”

 

“I’d like to say I was the same, but I wasn’t particularly nervous, so I have nothing to tell you.”

 

“I see.”

 

“That was meant to make you laugh.”

 

Raymond tried to quickly put on a bright smile, but it was already too late. The Count waved his hand telling him to stop and spoke up.

 

“About your wedding, I’m afraid I won’t be able to attend.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

“Mm. I have quite a lot to prepare for as well. But I’ll make sure to send a gift that won’t disappoint.”

 

Since Raymond’s face remained stiff, it was something he brought up deliberately, but rather than easing the atmosphere, it became even more rigid. Usually Raymond didn’t show his emotions to the Count very much. Had the topic he brought up hit closer to home? The Count asked again.

 

“Is it because of your fiancée? Catherine’s daughter, right?”

 

“Yes, that’s correct. Do you know her?”

 

The Count stroked his chin.

 

“I did chase after her for a while. Does she resemble her mother?”

 

“I’ve never met the lady, so I don’t know, but everyone says unanimously that she looks exactly like her. Some even say she’s more beautiful.”

 

At his deliberately added comment, the Count smiled.

 

“She must be pretty.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Raymond answered briefly. He could be certain that Karen was pretty. The Count leaned forward slightly and spoke teasingly.

 

“And she probably has some strange aspects too. Doesn’t she obsess over true love?”

 

“…Yes. Do you know about that?”

 

Raymond tensed slightly. Was Karen’s condition indeed hereditary? But the Count’s face wasn’t very serious. He straightened up again and said.

 

“Yes. Well, that was also part of her charm though… She had an odd charm.”

 

The Count laughed pleasantly. Wasn’t she as strange a person as Karen? Or was it because Count Fankair’s relationship with Lady Catherine wasn’t very deep?

 

“If she was that pretty, whatever was in her head would have seemed charming.”

 

It seemed to be the latter.

 

Raymond spoke to the Duke with slight displeasure.

 

“Duke, she is the mother of the woman who will be my wife.”

 

“How frightening. Anyway, she was charming. It was refreshing to hear someone say they only wished for love.”

 

“Isn’t that how most women are?”

 

The Duke raised his finger and waved it back and forth in denial.

 

“Do you marry looking only at love?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Raymond answered.

 

He marries looking only at love. Because he thinks this is something that can’t be done without love.

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