The Resetting Lady

"It's weird, Father."

Verdick became more and more annoyed. Why do you keep clinging to useless things when the work is nearing its end? Yeongju was greatly offended by Isela's aggressive remarks. Nevertheless, I got an answer to ease my anxiety, but what's wrong with him?

"What's the problem? Didn't Mr. Haier give you a definite answer?"

"You're the only one who's ever seen him, aren't you? Maybe he's lying to cover up the truth.”

"Stop it. What's wrong with you? I'm already having a hard time thinking about what to do with your engagement.”

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh If that's the case, wouldn't your father be able to use it? I think it's weird. I'm sure that day....”

Boom.

Isela flinched out. Berdick made an impression.

"No matter how much I bring all my interests, I can't kick the lord out of this house. A closed-mouthed scarecrow is needed for a natural merger. Isela, you should live in moderation without bothering each other. Especially those little things."

"What's that…"

"Isela, stop it. It doesn't matter whether a maid from the black city dies or not. The lord answered that part, and we have no right to question any more. Stop it. Goodness....”

I collected my breath.

"Even if the lord killed the maid, what's the big deal?"

Although she felt a little sorry for her white daughter, there was a mixture of disappointment and anger at the same time. I don't understand Isella who cares about such a trivial thing now. What does that have to do with anything? Whether a maid disappeared or not, Berdych had so much to do.

"Get ready to see Lord Raymond better at that time. Don't pretend you know her for nothing. No one likes that kind of girl."

"Daddy, I, I'm trying to help you....”

"Stop, you talk too much. Sometimes I regret that I gave you too much education. Lord Raymond doesn't have to be angry at Karen Haier. Lord Raymond isn't a fool, he'll be a scandal to him, and I'll marry you at any time. Do you understand?"

"…yes."

"I don't think you know yet. When it comes to that, You can't give me a corner to catch the pod. Moderate refinement is a good conversation partner, but your useless knowledge is making you arrogant."

"What I... have studied, don't you?"

"No, that's not what I meant. It's not that, but you....”

Berdick could not feel the need to speak more to his crying daughter. Further advice was a daughter who would not be heard, but would be dismissed as a bully.

Thack.

Isela came out into the hallway to go back to her room. The eastern corridor on the fourth floor of the mansion was lined with similar guest rooms. A series of characteristic and similar rooms did not suit Isella's taste. They were all equally white or whitish and decorated with the same furniture as a similar carpet. So Isela counted the order again to find her room.

One, two, three. It was Isela's room when I entered the third room with a flapping sound. Isela opened her closet. Thirty-seven luxurious dresses greeted Isela as if to console her. Isela hugged the clothes. I liked the soft comforting touch.

"Huhhhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Still, sobbing was hard to resist. I heard a strange noise in the room last night. I can't believe you're suffering from auditory hallucinating. All night Isela had to cover her ears. I was scared, but I couldn't figure out what was scary. And there was nothing I could do.

The dead will live or not move. Isela had to maintain a minimal attraction to Raymond and a degree that she would not break her engagement as a partner, but even that was too difficult. I opened my eyes with embarrassment as I tried to calm myself down by hugging each dress.

"What is this?"

It was a coarse cloth that couldn't be in his closet. Isela frowned and pulled the clothes out and threw them away.

"Who's going to... Oh."

That day, I had to bring old clothes to look for the necklace. I think I washed the clothes I wore then and put them in by mistake. Isela frowned and threw the clothes into the trash can.

"Oh, my God, I'm so unlucky."

At that time, I gave Karen clothes dirty with menstrual blood and changed them. I can't believe you put these clothes in your closet, even the maids here use them. If I become the owner, I'll change the laundry maid first. Then, Isela felt something on her mind and made an impression.

What is it?

The maid's clothes were then dirty with menstrual blood. Isela became sensitive to her own body... Oops

"Then... was that blood on you?”

The next day, Isela lay in a menstrual crate all day. But it was weird no matter how much I thought about it. Then Isela changed her skirt but did not change her underwear.

'Oh, oh? That doesn't make sense.’

Apparently, the skirt was soaked with blood. To the point where Karen frowns to change before she leaves, but no matter how hard I think, Isela didn't even borrow her underwear that day.

That means the blood on it is not Isela's blood.

"Ah."

Isela unfolded her skirt. It was already washed clean and there was nothing on it. Time has already passed.

And that fact doesn't matter again. Yeah, been there. Isela glared at the clothes.

'It's none of my business whether a maid dies or not.’

bite one's teeth hard It's none of her business. Let's forget. Let's not think about it.

But that night, Isela could not sleep again at the faint sound of crying again.

***

"Excuse me."

Isela swore inwardly and knocked on Duran's door. Dulan, who was preparing for the missile early in the morning, opened his door and distorted his face without mercy. I don't want to come either. Isela put up with her nausea. If this guy was attractive, Karen would have married him right away and there wouldn't have been much trouble between herself and Raymond.

"I, these days... I can't sleep well."

"…yes."

Duran sat and took notes while frowning. You have a bad handwriting.

"I feel like I hear someone crying every night... Seeing something weird, I'm not crazy.”

Isela continued, enduring the desire to poke a man in the eye who seemed to think little of him.

"Weirdly, I keep getting angry these days."

"Pray, prayer or meditation will be more helpful. Especially for people like you."

What are you talking about? Isela had to refrain from cursing. Like a lady, Isela repeated.

"Just give me some medicine to help me relax."

Dulan opened the drawer and pulled something out and handed a bundle to Isela.

"It will help if you take it before going to bed."

Isela looked away at the medicine she gave, saying it would help her relax. It was a dried violet flower that Karen put in her car every time.

"That's what Karen drinks every day.”

"…yes, it's calming."

"She's always calm. Why do you drink this?”

Isela didn't understand. Karen was always sweet and didn't make a loud noise. Even when he was stabbed and brought in, he made jokes.

"What?"

Isela felt strange to see Duran harden her face.

"…more, to calm down."

"I know you're not good at speaking, but why don't you make it sound more understandable?”

Duran blushed, then put down his pen and stood up. Taller than I thought, Isela was embarrassed. Dulan pointed his finger at the door and said,

"Miss Evans, don't worry about useless things."

His voice was determined and steady.

***

Karen looked at the body that never disappeared and searched, too. There was a slight smell. The watch in the room didn't disappear and didn't go against the other watch I brought. Even such physical laws are not ignored even if minor changes such as emotions are made. The body did not disappear for more than a dozen hours when Nancy disappeared.

Karen concluded that the lord lied for her. Is it because of the blatant denial? For Karen, who wanted a transfer that was seen inside her eyes, it is a bit flattering.

"Well done. Did you have a hard time?”

Neither did the shivering Tom disappear. And the inflammation has subsided a lot. Karen touched the child's skin and felt that she was alive and that it was a reality that touched her skin. Because he couldn't trust his senses, he needed someone to see with him and Tom was fit.

"Thank you. I was afraid you'd disappear, too.”

Karen packed some medicine to help Tom. Karen felt faint sympathy. Nine. Terribly young. old times when one can't even remember

While Karen lived comfortably under the lord, Isela or Duran and Nodak, and met Raymond and Countess, the boy lived a life of rolling at the bottom of the village. And now about a month later, this little boy will die of all kinds of diseases.

That's why we have to kill him even more. with no more compassion

If you don't kill with compassion, you can't do anything. Nancy did not die because she was guilty. People in the theater didn't just die of bad luck. Even Thomas and Hans, the boy's fathers, would not have died if Karen hadn't walked there.

So Karen should be fair. Moving yourself should be just possibility and interest. Karen defined herself as a compulsory pleasure killer. Pleasure is her duty. Without pleasure in this life, Karen had nothing she could hold.

I'll kill you because you can. And Tom is too good to kill.

Karen had a knife, rope, and a pistol, but the gun was an object of discussion from the beginning. There will be a sound. Karen tried to shut Tom's eyes with medicine, but soon realized her mistake.

"Oh, dear, I forgot my syringe.”

If you open your mouth, you will scream, so you will have to use a syringe. However, the syringe I used last time has already rusted. Karen put her hand on Tom's neck after thinking for a while. I felt a pulsing vein in my tender little neck.

People don't die easily. Thomas has already been drained and treated by an undertaker, but to handle the blood well in this basement, he will have to cut the veins and hang them all day long.

"Oh, I'm going to die anyway."

Karen kicked her tongue. A rusty syringe has nothing to do with it. I tapped my neck and put morphine in a rusty syringe. You'll have to split it up to inject lethal dose.

"Ugh, calm down... Is it too much?"

Tom listened to himself and shook himself violently. The bottle containing morphine has fallen off. Karen sighed and picked up the syringe again. But I can stick it in. I took out a new bottle and plugged in a rusty syringe. Tom moved again and tried to drop the bottle.

Oh my god.

Karen grabbed Tom's struggling body. Karen became more distressed when she felt Tom's thin shoulders in her hand. The nine-year-old body was too small above all. a feeling of completely crushing the weak It was also different when dealing with Nancy. Too young. I got goosebumps when I felt a faint repulsion.

"…it's so distressed."

Why did they kill themselves like that? Karen repressed her teary mood.