The Resetting Lady

"Oh, my... the horses are wonderful."

When I saw a line of white horses lined up, Isela twinkled her eyes. No matter how much you take care of it, you can't help but smell the animals. A distinctive smell came up.

'Your clothes must be smelly.’

It's unpleasant, but Isela didn't seem to be able to smell anything. I guess he's there because he's like that. As I followed my eyes, there was Raymond, too.

"…how could he be so handsome?"

"Yes, I see.”

Karen turned her gaze to Raymond as she stared. The sunlight coming through the stable window made his blond hair stand out. His voice talking to the horseman about the horse was clearly heard between the sounds of horses' noses, hooves, and eating.

Perhaps he is better at preaching than Duran. His face, height, body line, and voice are perfect like a well-trained actor, sometimes making him think he is a mythical god. Karen was a little sad about Isela. That uncontrollable envy and longing seemed more of a faith than love. Remember that for 100 years he's been repeating, his affection has never been directed at her.

"Really…."

Karen saw that Isella couldn't take her eyes off him. Raymond was handsome. However, it was more fun to see a maiden's face looking at him than to see her face for decades.

'And I wonder how that face will change.’

"Ah."

"Mr. Raymond is looking at me."

He turns to face the ladies. There is a street, but his green eyes are bright. The eyes are burdensome. Isela envied those eyes, but Karen was uncomfortable. To remember his past. And the attitude I showed you last time... His lips went up. With a smile, a sneering, and a strange expression on his face, he slightly saluted and focused on his words.

"Shameful…" Should I?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so," he replied with patience.

Yet Isela has not shown any real hostility to Karen. But sometimes the depression and more intense despair than jealousy made Karen uncomfortable. However, even the inconvenience was not necessarily soothing for Karen, who felt it was a new stimulus. Jealousy keeps Karen close friendship so that she won't be bullied later, and is not too close to have a joint wedding. Just that much of a relationship.

The tension was felt little by little by little by little in this mansion. The problem between men and women is both pleasant. With a giggle, Karen looked around the horses. The adult horses were white and radiant.

"How much do you sell?"

"We don't sell horses. Sometimes they give gifts to each other."

"Well… that's a good enough breed for breeding. Never take it outside. I'm quite envious."

Most of Haier's horses turned white when they became adults, so Isela also liked them. They are white and smart, so they can only be said in fairy tales.

"You're pretty, and you're well-built. This is not something you should put up at a general auction house...It's very... Tom....”

Isela's eyes kept on Raymond. Like he's the man, not the horse. Karen spoke quickly because she felt like her saliva was going to drip from Isela's mouth.

"I'm amazed at her versatility."

It's not about Raymond, but will Isela be able to have a proper relationship? Karen was curious about that. The biggest drawback of Isela is that she sometimes annoys even Karen.

"You're quite interested in horses, Miss Evans. Is horseback riding the same?"

When Isela approached Raymond, pretending to be interested only in horses, he spoke to Isela. As Isela's attention was focused on him, Karen slipped out.

"What? Yes. I'm confident. I've been told since I was a child that I have a talent for horseback riding..”

I don't think that self-esteem would be that good. Isela is not so good at relationships. Karen clicked her tongue. Anyway, as I have repeated for 100 years, Karen waited to get on the wagon while Isela blushed and bragged about herself to Raymond.

Karen is a setup that she can't ride a horse yet. Furthermore, as Karen prefers to ride comfortably in a carriage rather than a horse, Isella, who boasts riding skills, didn't understand. If there's nothing to brag about...The road to the hunting ground is beautiful enough to be seen in the carriage.

Raymond let Isela hold him, and Karen even checked the luggage the servants had brought to do her job. It will take a whole day to hunt, or a few days to meet your goals. They will come and go to the mansion, but hunters must check the number of bullets and traps as they continue to work there.

In fact, Xenon, who has to work the most, was sitting comfortably next to the horseman, not the horse, smoking. I wish a fox was caught rather than a sacrifice animal. Karen wished for a trap. The city of late autumn is quite chilly, so it will be fashionable to wear fur over a layer of thin clothes.

"Are there enough traps?”

"Oh, oh, yeah. We'll stay."

"Then I'm in trouble.”

"Oh…no, not that, it's appropriate.

"That's a good thing."

When Karen spoke to him, Xenon replied embarrassedly. Looking through the bullets and lunch boxes, Karen signaled that she should leave now. The horseman beckoned Tom and Tom approached him. Luckily for Tom, the horseman adored him. Xenon Island.

pure affection for a child Karen's behavior felt strange because she remembered the hatred the maid had secretly sent to her when she said she was harvesting Tom. What else is the emotion of the same sex? There was no such feeling between you and Isela.

***

"Oh, my... the scaffolding is broken."

"You're not taking care of yourself, are you?"

It's not surprising as I know it. The horseman scratched his head and said, 'That can't be...'I dropped my excuse in one ear, and I grumbled out my hand.

"…Ah."

Karen looked into space. I had no hands. Raymond was supposed to come and help us and go into the carriage. I felt strange because even if I hadn't married him, I'd never been left unaided. It was a little unpleasant.

Why?

I'm sure you should enjoy the change. Karen was displeased that she was offended. Raymond is not beside. And that's not by one's choice.

Karen beckoned Tom who was standing. We don't have Raymond, so we should start the carriage. But Karen sighed at the boy who was smaller than herself. I'll have to get back to the horse man.

"Tom, go back to Larry."

“…….”

"Tom?"

"What's he doing without getting down?”

A cold voice was heard from behind.

"Lord Raymond?"

He wasn't looking at Karen. The cool eyes were directed at Tom, not Karen. What a shame. He didn't even talk to that boy. Tom approached with a whimper and bowed his head.

"That's a slow move.”

Understanding was faster than Karen. Karen belatedly understood what he was saying. Tom leaned down at the entrance of the carriage. Tom's shoulders were shaking little by little with tension.

Why. Karen looked at the article at that moment because she couldn't understand it. Raymond turned his head and made eye contact with Karen. I drew a fine line between my eyes.

"Come on in, Catherine Haier."

He reached out his hand. Her article was demanding that she trample on the body of nine.

“…….”

"Come on."

Karen took Raymond's hand. Karen tried to step on Tom, but soon she raised her foot higher into the carriage. Even if Raymond doesn't do anything he hasn't done so far, Karen should get it done as soon as possible. He should fall in love with himself. Karen shuffled slightly as she put her foot up too hard. Raymond picked up the body again.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

Thanks, Raymond smiled and closed the carriage. Inside. He took Karen on board and leaned down and loaded herself into the carriage. It wasn't something you could do with your fiancee outside. I don't think we're in this relationship yet. Karen was full of energy and asked Raymond.

"What about you, Miss Isella?"

"She likes horseback riding. They seem to like it so much that I was considerate to enjoy it."

Well, Karen could easily recall Isela's face, which would have turned red. I'm scared to see the window. The tar of the head is a prize. Now, we should consider rotten food.

"There's plenty of space, so I don't believe we'll be giving you a guest order."

"…Lord Raymond, why don't you ride a horse?"

"I can't ride a horse."

It's your article. Karen lost her tongue with his smile.

"…the army these days… You don't have to ride a horse?"

Why don't you put some saliva on your mouth when you lie? Raymond posed comfortably and smiled.

"I'm too shy to ride a horse I've never seen before."

"…yes."

"It's resistant."

"…I see. Call me Karen, please. It's awkward because I rarely use the name Catherine. It's my mother's middle name.

"Yes."

Karen smiled at him, looking unusually familiar, and threw her eyes over the window.

“…….”

Raymond's quick and easygoing person. Karen knew how foolishly he was when he fell in love. Raymond, who's shaking his head. He is a person in a position where he doesn't have to. A person who doesn't have to make self-deprecating jokes.

"The weather is nice."

Karen refrained from judging Raymond from his previous memory. This time, the topic is 7 points. It's too easy. Karen lowered her eyes to Raymond's clothes. The dark navy hunting suit went off nicely. Who else picked that one?

"I know. Do you like summer?"

"I like everything except winter."

"Winter in the white mountain range is quite severe."

"It was horribly cold."

There was a time when Raymond mumbled in bed as if he was reminiscing about the distant past.

"I wanted to cut my finger off. Everywhere I looked, there were only white eyes, so I thought I'd be better off if I bleed."

Then Karen lifted the end of her red hair and kissed it.

"I love your hair color."

"You know it well."