The Resetting Lady

"That's what I think so. Anyway, what about Bowen?"

"It's not that I hate Mr. Bowen."

Donna glanced at Bowen, comparing her sky blue bonnet with a straw-based botter.

"Just... I think there are too many servants in our mansion compared to the number of maids. Actually, the servants do less than women, right? The maidens have a lot of work to do all day, washing dishes, preparing meals, cleaning, and changing bed sheets. But all servants do is take their clothes off and open the door or move their luggage. More money, boom."

"I see."

Is it his father's vanity, or is it even a device like a romance novel? The letters that describe Karen's life remain in memories that are old enough to fly ash. He is stuck in the brain as if he were scorched by fire, and even over a hundred years, he shows his presence with a throbbing pain.

I don't think there was a number of maids on it. When she giggled, she waved to Donna, who looked at her strangely. Should I call this an error? But I think it's really too grand to think of your father's management mistake as a divine error.

"Not long ago, Sera gave me a letter and got scolded by Icella again. By the way, you're not paying us!"

He'll pay you in a few months. Laughing. Donna tends to be careless to be a maid of honor. Maybe it's because he's young and he's usually in charge of laundry. But it was more satisfying because I often chatted about new stories and made them forget boredom. It was also a reward for such chatter that Donna was brought out.

"How was it?"

"When he handed over the letter, he scolded me for handwriting it instead of putting it on a silver tray."

"Oh my."

"You don't even want to touch us."

"Yes, we don't have a silver tray for letters."

"Uh... well, it's not like that…Uh... I'm sorry."

Karen, who has been with Countess, knows how many owners think it is rude to touch her, but she didn't want to tell Donna about it. Karen blamed her poverty instead of generously telling the difference between classes. There are rules and customs in the countryside, and such advice is meaningless.

"I'm kidding.

"Uh…."

"Smile."

"…Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho."

While pronouncing awkwardly, the two burst out laughing.

After all, the most intimate and time-consuming thing is, after all, homosexuality. Even comparing the conversation time, more than half of the novel would have been with Isela than Raymond. But the importance of the characters was, of course, higher in Raymond than Nancy and Donna Isela, and even Duran would be higher than the maidens. This is a romance novel.

Instead, let's add decorative cloth to that cloth. It's not flowers, it's ribbons."

But this time Nancy became important. "Now" is about her captivating daily life more intensely than Raymond. Every morning when I open my eyes, I see Donna's face, not Nancy, and I feel a sense of accomplishment.

I thought it was meaningless because all the maidens were similar anyway, but I liked it because they were not dedicated to the maid and were just laundry maid, so my fingertips were not as sharp as Nancy and my sense was a little less, but they were more lively and innocent as an 18-year-old girl. Above all, Karen felt quite proud that she had changed her character.

So Karen took her time with affection for Nancy and Donna, and she was always happy thinking about cutting her belly with a knife. I don't think about it because it's not a lie to think of myself as being insidious and loving.

"That's not true."

"Yes…."

But Donna's next home, the muffler, didn't really fit in, so Karen wanted to stop the choice purely. It was a design that could be used only for old women. But Donna didn't let go of the muffler.

"I'm not going to... ?”

"What? Oh, isn't it okay?”

"It's not okay at all."

"In fact, I'd like to give it to Mrs. Dare."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Do you hate Mrs. Dare?"

"No, not really... Lady, it's Mrs. Dare."

Who the hell.

Karen was confused.

On Donna's face, Karen's face turned red at a moment. Karen looked in her head at the owners of the mansion, the people of the village who might know, and even the people of society who don't know Donna, but there was no Mrs. Dare. Donna laughs as if to tease Karen when she is embarrassed.

"Oh, girl. You've been your tutor for eight years."

"Home…teacher?"

I can't remember. Donna is more surprised to see Karen's embarrassed face.

"Mrs. Dare... You know, to the lady, with manners and dancing... I don't know, but... You taught me this and that. Don't you really remember?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah... Mrs. Dare."

"Yes, I thought you were here on purpose because you live near here."

You can't remember. Karen doesn't have this memory. Karen was a little embarrassed because she had lived as a "caran" for more than a hundred years, but it only happened for a year.

A governess. I know the room of a governess connected to a child's room. It's been a long time since it was emptied, so I didn't have to go in, and more than a hundred years ago, after I became Karen, not Karen, I didn't have any tutor.

There is no way that Yeongju's daughter can only live with the maid without a tutor. Like men, they should be sent to monasteries or universities to teach without having to build up their studies. Something a maid like Icela and Donna can't teach.

"It hasn't been that long, but it feels weird to have someone who's always been there. You're the one I see every day, aren't you?”

"Yeah, I think it's been about 100 years.”

"Yes?"

Looking at Donna giggling, Karen said it was natural that she didn't remember, but Donna laughed, "Of course, it's okay."

Karen hadn't heard Mrs. Dare's name in 100 years. Haier left the mansion before he turned 17. Nancy and I have never been to this store. For Donna, even a few years ago, Karen has never experienced anything more than a hundred years ago.

Even though he had been in the mansion for eight years, he was not mentioned again because he was not an important figure after that. Karen was amazed at how beautiful the life of an unpredictable man is. A novel is nothing but a novel. The numerous encounters and countless events were all the more important to Karen because they were unimportant days. Karen stiffened her face to calm down.

"Yeah, what would be good?"

"You're still young, so wouldn't pink be okay?”

"Really?"

Karen chose this and that and asked about Mrs. Dare. Donna talked a lot about Mrs. Dare without any doubt, but she gained less than she thought.

Friend the friend of Karen's mother, she was a fallen middle-class woman and worked as Karen's tutor for eight years. As with most of the tutors, there was a wall with the maids, usually spending time with Karen and the Lords. After his mother's death, he quit his job and is said to be living on a pension. She said she and Nancy had a particularly bad relationship.

"Nancy said she was a gypsy before she did the maid thing.”

"Well, I guess I did..”

"So he tried to kick me out for being dirty.”

"Oh, my God."

"So... oh, why don't we go see the house next door?”

Of all things. Karen felt a little nervous and stiff. The fact that Karen doesn't know anything about anyone she's seen for eight years means that she can't prepare for anything. It's going to look. But... fortunately Bowen came into the store while hesitating because he couldn't think of an excuse. It's time to enter.

***

"You're so ugly."

"I know."

"Donna, be quiet."

Ignoring Bowen's words, Karen talked hard about Donna and the ape's ugliness. I can't believe every animal is that ugly. Karen had never been to the circus during the "outside" incident.

It wasn't this day when Nancy was with her, and she used to see music performances and street musicians, not hat shops and circus. Karen thought it was a good thing to kill Nancy, but she decided to come to Nancy and the circus in her next life because she was in her prime. It's quite a pleasant sight to see. I'll show Nancy.

"Nancy... does Nancy like this?"

"What?"

"I mean Nancy."

"Who wouldn't want to see that? Oh, but I don't know Nancy. You're a gypsy native, don't you think you've done that before?”

"Why don't you enjoy it quietly?"

"That's good, blood."

Come to think of it, he knew little about Nancy. I see. Have you ever done anything like that kind of thing?

Karen, however, was hard to imagine Nancy among women who wore revealing clothes and performed tricks in the air, not in a maid's uniform. Because she always wore the same maid uniform.

A woman who bleached her hair white smiles and waves her hand. His face shines with thick makeup, but Karen throws her eyes at his bumpy muscles, imagining what his face would look like under his thick makeup. The woman throws herself into the air. It could be three stories high, but there is no hesitation.

He himself had thrown himself like that one day. It was that high. Please pray that you die at once. The woman is falling down. The fall looks so beautiful. She's smiling. He fell down in tears.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

with a rattle.

Soon after taking a turn, the man hanging from the bottom picked her up and flew her up again. It shines like a white bird. Again, someone up there receives her.

Karen had fallen endlessly. Waiting at the end of the crash was not such a resurrection, but a terrible wait until the smell of dirty blood and the bookshelf were covered. There was no hand to hold. He is constantly falling.

"I really thought I was falling."

"Me too."

Actually, I expected it. I hope my head breaks and the tragedy begins again.

Event will happen today anyway. Then isn't it okay for her to crash? Karen was disappointed. And it was unfamiliar that he felt jealous because he got into the circus. That's how the sights of death are mixed with the laughter of those who see it and themselves and the members.

"…"

Let's not think about it. Let's enjoy the sights ahead of us. If you don't enjoy it, you'll lose it. Unlike the last episode, Karen was able to sit in the best seats and enjoy the drinks because it was an outing with servants, not running away from home.

"You can't drink that strong from the daytime. And especially Donna, you should go back and work more."

"Wow. This is too much..”

"Then beer."

"Yes."

Bowen called a passing salesman and handed him a glass full of beer.

"What about me?"

Donna asked Bowen.

"No way."

"Hahaha..."

"Next is the pride of our circus! Please give us a big cheer!"

"Wow…."

"What did he say?”

The cheers spread with a heavy, dull sound. A strange animal came in.