The Resetting Lady

"There was a time when I thought for a while that I might have a secret for a while.

"Is it like an illegitimate child of the Emperor?"

"You know it well."

Unusual jokes have sharply softened the atmosphere and scattered the purpose of the conversation.

Raymond isn't the only one who has such a talent. Karen grinned and turned the conversation to engagement.

"I'm nervous about the Countess coming."

"That's true.”

Karen thought, tapping her feet into the trunk under her feet. It's not just birth. Raymond was still handsome, dutiful, and annoyingly meddlesome with Karen. Still, still. Karen brooded on the word. Karen's memory has never been so fast in her engagement. The work had progressed more leisurely. The countess's presence is no better than marriage.

"I was after Lord Raymond, and I'm sorry to hear that."

"Haha, that's too bad."

"It's a girl's dream. Don't take it seriously, okay?

You have to wake up from a dream. Like the water in a glass of water should be drunk.

Raymond is not an important issue for Karen now. But Karen felt a murmur of discomfort. Raymond and Isela must be thinking about an unwanted marriage or a contract relationship while they're floundering in the sea of chaos in their heads and shooting people to death.

So Raymond's marrying Isela like this? Karen felt a sense of twist in her belly. It was clearly different from jealousy of other women marrying good men. He is planning a grim future of whether he will die or go to jail, if the truth ends with his own madness.

They'll just live happily ever after.

I envy it so much that Karen chewed on the flesh inside her mouth. He must be a villain just because he doesn't want to bless the couple purely. A bit of money.

***

I thought I would be detained right away, but unexpectedly Bowen led Karen to his study. The gun was confiscated, but it still seemed too easy for Karen.

"I was only ordered to protect it."

"So how much do you get?”

"You'll be surprised to hear that. The cost you spend on protecting you and supporting your actions is no joke.“

I was wondering where the budget was going, and I was doing this. Karen was full of energy and looked through the drawers of her study as she pulled them out.

"Why would you do such a crazy thing?"

"…that's the way it is. I do this for money."

"So just tell me what you've cut Nancy up. How cruelly did you deal with it? And why didn't you lock the door?”

Karen resumed the question she asked in the carriage. When asked, Bowen stared at Karen, scratched her back of the head for a moment, and answered.

"Well, personally, I kind of hated her."

Bowen looked around the study and headed back toward the door.

"This place is locked properly. I tried to clean it up in a hurry, but of all things, the room won't lock. “

I see. Karen remembered the story that Mrs. Duhr locked up Dulan and released a flock of dogs. Maybe that's why the room hasn't been locked since. The truth is always trite to the knowledge.

"Was it that room? From now on, make sure it's fixed properly. Get out."

Bowen snooped uneasily, but Karen no longer cared about him. A servant is a servant. There is no point in him who doesn't know his situation well. Karen walked into the room. There is someone here who knows better. He is the father of Karen.

There weren't many things that looked useful in the room. Paper, document, document. Most of them were trial records and budget documents. Karen turned to old bookshelves. This study was a private study of the lord, so Karen didn't have much access. And even in the past when he sneaked in, there was little to read if the past that Karen remembered was not a fantasy. And there was a flauntingly huge portrait of Catherine between the books.

The feeling was similar to that felt at Mrs. Dare's house. an obsession with the dead Catherine was influencing many people even after she died. The feeling of seeing a woman's face, which had been a background for Karen for so many years,

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"…yes."

It gave me some goosebumps.

Karen turned her head. Her father, the lord, came slowly into the room.

"I see. It's beautiful.”

Catherine's portrait was much larger than that of Dare's. A larger portrait than the actual person was hung high in the study, overwhelming the people in the space. But unlike Dare, it's not unusual that he was her husband.

"It was really beautiful. My wife."

Karen looked at the lord's old face. He may have been quite handsome when he was young, but now he is just an old, shaggy middle-aged man. But behind that, he is a powerful man in the region who assisted in the murder of his daughter. Karen was difficult to judge.

"Even though she's your mother.”

Even parents, Karen knew too little about her immediate lord. He was not an important figure. Karen chewed her lips well. An important person. I don't know if it's a proper expression now. And what's important is something else.

"As you've already heard, I'm very... I'm confused, Dad."

His voice was a little shaky. He cleared his throat. In fact, I wanted to hold my father's neck and cry out for the truth. I'll hold it in. I've waited for a long time. "I can do that much," he said.

"Yes... Mrs. Dare is dead."

"Yes."

Karen's heart was about to burst. Young-ju doesn't look very surprised. What are they thinking? How far did they take into consideration? Who do you think you are?

"Yeah, I see. I'll give you a little bit of course.

The lord rubbed the creases around his eyes. I could see some sweat between his hands. It was a cool temperature to sweat, so I could guess how I felt.

"I know you've already heard from Bowen."

“…….”

"Stop talking in front of me. I killed her."

The bewildered lord bit his mouth for a moment.

"…why did you kill him?"

"Because I'm in a bad mood."

I was insincere, but the answer was true. Even if you have a long and long reason, the essential reason is simple after all. It's no different that he killed him because he was against his feelings. He wasn't a good match to kill. If Bowen hadn't shown up properly and helped at that moment, it would have been really hard to deal with.

"So I killed him."

And at this moment, Dare is just an opportunity for Karen. He is just a key figure. Karen wondered what the lord would answer. Young-ju quietly continued to speak to her daughter's answer.

"…she was a man who was too much of an interfering person. You must have had a lot of trouble."

It was a shameful excuse for her.

Karen did not answer. Are you still trying to protect yourself? That's right in front of his eyes. I didn't expect such an answer.

"It'll be all right."

Young-ju put her hand on her daughter's shoulder and pressed it with force. It felt more like encouraging yourself than Karen.

"Let's talk over tea. We're going to enjoy our own festival tonight, so we can have a conversation."

That's right. We need a conversation. Very much. Karen sat on the chair. The sound of gunfire was heard blurry beyond the sunset window. It was the beginning of the festival. After the period of abstinence, the rejection of Raymond and Isella's engagement ceremony was lavishly blessed with material. The owners of the land are having such strange conversations, but the story of this room doesn't matter to them. Other stories that are completely advantageous with a single glass wall.

I turned to the room of reality. It is a very gentle interrogation room. The lord didn't seem to have much meaning in Karen's murder. Is this just to reassure yourself? Since he is suffering from mental illness, he soothes them, hides them, and makes his fiance.

"I think tea farming will be good this year. The weather is fine."

"It won't be that good.”

He answered casually and closed his mouth. Karen tried not to be sure of anything now. These remarks and thoughts are poison.

"Oh, no, I'm not sure. Please don't trust me, Father."

"If you do, you are.”

What does that mean?

I needed a warm tea to put in a dry mouth. Karen sat on the chair and held Bowen's teacup with trembling hands. I couldn't stand it without drinking tea.

"Are you all right?"

"…yes."

When the red-colored black tea bit my throat, I feel like my mind calms down a little. Karen looked at the face of the lord, but it was hard to read something from it. It is hard to endure the time when meaningless greetings come and go. The tip of my tongue is starting to dry again. I drank tea one after another.

"I heard a few words from Mrs. Dare.”

"Was it so rude?"

It was rude enough to kill her. Karen nodded her head.

"Yes, I've denied my whole life. She said I lost my memory because I was crazy.”

"She's such a rude and unprovoked woman."

The lord shook his head in disgust. He seemed to really hate it. But is Karen the same reason?

"Yes, of course."

Karen didn't bother to give out the reason for the speculation. Dare wanted to be her mother. That means he wanted to be the mistress of the lord. She felt responsible for Catherine and Karen. But Young-joo and Karen were just annoyed. That's a little too bad. Karen felt a similar feeling to Icela Evans to her. The lord hated her. She was not showing any grief at this moment of her daughter's death.

"To be honest, I wasn't that angry. Hmm… I was a little bit like that back then, but on second thought, I don't hate it that much. It's actually a little comfortable."

"Why is that?"

"It'll be over when I die."

I sigh and laugh at the same time.

"I'm so happy when life like this torture ends."

It's not the kind of reason you think. It doesn't matter to Karen no matter what she or you call her father. It's all a good thing. If Karen's crazy. If really everything is a fantasy. So Karen wanted the lord to give a definite answer.

"I just want to finish."

The lord made eye contact with Karen.

"Don't you hate or hate?"

"Yes."

It really is. She has seen too much of human goodness and wickedness. I just want a word.

"Death and life are too light for you."

"It's lighter than paper. It can only be light since time doesn't pile up. Actually, I'm a little bit sorry."

“…….”

The lord was silent again. The silence was so heavy that Karen opened her mouth.

"Let's have a deep conversation, Father."

to the point of vomiting