The Resetting Lady

The lord glanced down at the letter the mute boy had brought. The sender was his only daughter. Even after a long stare, the writing inside did not change.

I let out a sigh. In the meantime, he has suffered enough. Ever since the day his wife died, everything in the world seemed gray. His duty as a lord was insignificant, and not even his daughter, who resembles his wife, was consoled.

Time flew by as Catherine sobbed across the running forest. When I opened my eyes, I realized that Berdyck had taken away all kinds of rights at some point, but I didn't feel much anger at him. There is nothing more important to him in this world.

However, the contents of the letter were a little shocking to him.

I rubbed my palms around my eyes. I was tired.

He sighed repeatedly and put his fingers on it. And once I uploaded a portrait of my wife.

"… I believe in you.”

So I did all that.

I got up and put the letter in the fire. The paper quickly distorted and died away in the fire. However, it was engraved on the mind of Yeongju like a tattoo.

***

"How much medicine is in it?”

When Karen refused to eat, Duran was eventually brought to her bedroom with her own meal. The way he rolled his eyes was like the eyes of a fish on the cutting board. From that, it could be inferred that Duran had already heard the whole story from Bowen and the Lord.

He finally answered with a hesitation.

"…a lot."

"He's a very good doctor. I appreciate it because it's a compliment."

Duran was silent.

Karen sat up in bed, glaring at the food she had salted. That's why. The reason why Duran is his fiance. The reason why sitting in the seat of the next lord is not politics but medicine.

What I do is slaughter and cooking. I wondered how many drugs were hidden between the spices in the dish. Perhaps this is why meals at Haier's house were so terrible compared to those of Raymond's. I was furious when I remembered how much medicine I had pushed into my meal. She was most angry about it. Taking away the pleasure of eating in a short life?

"Yeah, that's how everything fits.”

Karen knew how many opportunities she had through her memories and her mother's suitors. She is the sole heir to this estate. And the appearance was really overwhelming. If I had more time, I could have chosen more men. Considering how many second sons of noble families and newly rich people want to gain status, Karen had many opportunities.

"If my mother had married a royal family, she would have traveled abroad a lot. What do you think, doctor?"

"… yes, you're normal… Well, I don't know if it's going to work. If I were born in another house.”

"Oh, dear.

He's a good talker. Karen pushed Dulan's meal. I had no appetite at all. Look at the cheek of a skinny relative. As expected, he was far from handsome.

"Think of it, if you were born abroad, you would have repeated it there, but if it were to continue with your mother.”

She is not a woman in a position where it is impossible to meet the Lord Godfather, and even the nobility. It has already been proved by Karen, his mother. Rather, she was a noble marriage. She was a daughter of the nobility and a woman who was courted by royalty. Women's beauty is still highly regarded from ancient times to the present.

It is customary to match each other's proper contract terms. Karen herself is not the most beautiful and even humble of all single women in the capital. Rather, it's not as high as a royal family, so what a good condition. But the lord had Karen engaged Dulan in advance.

8 years in a monastery?”

"…yes."

"I've been studying medicine for eight years, and I can't believe I'm the next lord. Haha. What a shame."

Karen snorted.

You took a poor relative, you made him study medicine and put him in the next lord's seat. Not only is his father trying to cure Karen's madness, but he has only installed a substitute that can be properly removed at any time. Duran is a proxy prepared by Young-joo before meeting with the real "main male character" from the beginning.

"Your father and mother made a pretty interesting deal."

Karen could guess the spirit of the lord. Catherine, who had a large number of suitors, was engaged to one of them, but broke off her engagement and married the Highness. Young-joo waited for a real male protagonist to appear, even if there was an obstacle called Dulan, as in her case.

It's a repetition of Plot.

"Do you believe that? My parents' words and mine.”

"My, my thoughts don't matter... I hope so."

"Why do you keep your mouth shut about such a precious idea?"

“…….”

To be honest, Dulan is not at a loss. Even if he does not become a lord, Duran will be given a position to take charge of parish. In addition, by learning medical care, not just a priest, a guarantee will be made even if it is thrown out in the future. Furthermore, you can manage Karen, who is sick, right next to her, further strengthening your power. It's not a bad deal for each other.

"What do you think? Do you believe like your father? Do you believe me and my mother?”

Duran blinked and managed to answer.

"…believe, believe."

"Why don't you take your doctor's license and throw it under the feet of a circus elephant. I'm sure you'll step on it well. I put down my seat in the new building on the way."

Despite Karen's accusations, Duran continued.

"Trust, if you don't believe, does it change?"

"What's the difference between believing?"

Silence continued again. While waiting, the answer came out when the annoyance slowly came up.

"…we, An."

"What?"

“…….”

Karen pointed at her forehead.

"No, I didn't hear that, but I won't say such nonsense. It's because I'm so discouraged. Yeah, comforting, yeah."

Karen was stunned by Duran's completely unexpected answer. Believe it... you believe it here? Karen asked if she believed, but she was expecting the answer back.

"It would be plausible to say that the whole family is crazy...It's funny that I'm saying this myself."

Still, she had in mind the possibility that she and her mother were both insane. At least that's probably something that everyone in the world can't prove. It was a story that had nothing to do with reality, as if the world was like a shadow of Idea, so it no longer caused a stir for her.

But if Duran was a doctor, if he were a priest, he wanted to deny her return. Unlike your father, Karen herself is delusional and this is your life and she doesn't repeat it anymore. I wanted such sweet words.

"I'm sure you have a life. Yes."

Otherwise, your life would be just a correction. It must feel terrible to be confirmed that life is a moderately entertaining life. Karen could guess. Such jealousy is universal, even though its location is different. The life of a supporting actor is such a selfish expression. Anyone has actually made it possible that in their respective lives, they are the main characters and the Yeongju couple are the supporting roles.

"Dulan, do you need comfort?"

So if you choose Duran instead of Raymond, will it be accepted as true love?

It's a plausible story, like a father. Refusing to be a handsome and attractive suitor, finding true love, innocent love, or a bluebird in the heart.

"Huh?"

Karen reached out and stroked Duran's cheek.

Rationally speaking, it wouldn't have been a bad deal for Duran. Emotionally, however, it is no different from being taken away. Karen knew the minds of the general public well. Those kinds of greed. People's greed is to struggle with the sense of loss when it disappears even though it is not their own.

What's more, men and women who have advanced relationships are more so.

Karen wanted Duran to fight Raymond. Prove your love. To finish.

"Up, you're the one who needs comfort."

"…yes, yes."

But Karen knew the end of Duran.

"But I don't need it now.”

I remembered.

He didn't give her an answer either. Marriage with Dulan was just that. There was no answer. Karen has already made various choices. At least Karen could guess why Duran found God in anxiety after marriage. You're saying it's a breach of contract. He is a man who has no distribution to take away, saying that he is his own.

I put my hand down.

"Dulan, I'm breaking my engagement with you."

Duran's face was distorted, but that was it.

"…yes."

It was not funny again. It was the attitude of a man who was frustrated when he was greedy for what he was given and deprived of what he received, but had no courage to shout out. A supporting actor's attitude that cannot be a main character. Even if he has complaints, he has no will to revolutionize, and he is a criminal who adapts to a given role.

Karen held Dulan's white and long fingers. Blunt held his hand tightly, looked up at Duran and murmured.

"Excuse me, Duran. Why didn't you just die then?”

I looked into Duran's eyes. His face was reflected in his black eyes. And Karen couldn't read anything but her face in the eyes.

"Then I would have lived a real life.”

You too. Me too.

Duran's mouth was no longer open.

***

The cold early morning air scratched my cheek. Through the cool summer grass, Karen moved on. The cold air clears the head. It's a time like this. The early morning walk, which evaded the attention of the public, excited me. Karen liked this time.

"It's a little cold."

“…….”

As Tom's clothes were thinner, Karen no longer complained. The tombs of Haier, further from the garden, were colder in the sun.

"Does it feel colder because it's a tomb, or does it actually feel colder?"

Tom tilted his head. Karen didn't want an answer, so she just moved her feet.

The tomb she was looking for was marked by a statue. Once again, I read the name on the tombstone.

"This award is for Catherine, Karen..." It's probably my mother."

Karen was briefly moved to see her mother's grave, which she had never visited in those years. The statue was white and cold, although it was hair and wrinkles of clothes and quite elaborate. No matter how great an artist reproduces, the color of the skin disappears, the movement is fixed, and the shape is different from memory.

What would Catherine look like in the head of the lord?

I touched the cheek of the statue. It was as cold as I expected. the touch of death expressed by stone

"I want to open the coffin."

Tom approached, but the stone that was barely moved by several men and women could not have been moved to the hands of boys and girls.

"… Never mind."

He lay down in the grave The summer sky was clear and the stars looked like they were about to pour. If you stare still, hundreds of millions of hazy stars filled the sky once more among the brightly shining stars.

The sea of stars. The icy wind on the ground was nothing more than a device that made the starlight shine. It was a starry dawn.

I get drunk on the permanence of the stars. The stars are so beautiful. The sky and scenery have not changed. Like the last 100 years. Maybe in the future. The worlds too vast and horrifying to be trapped in the world of books.

"Is your mother really dead?"

Karen felt like crying for some reason.

"I'm so jealous."

Lady Nora Katherine Haier.

in celebration of finally having a peaceful sleep