The Resetting Lady

"You really don't understand why?”

Karen asked with her eyes wide open. I wondered when the lord replied as if he had no idea. Young-ju saw her daughter's face as if she was asking if she should die. It was hard to imagine what kind of expression he would have. My voice is hoarse.

"Yes, I have no idea."

Karen groped an answer while staring blankly at her father's face.

"Well, oh, yes. I'm sorry. I was so rude. It's so familiar to me that I don't know what it'll sound like to others... Well, yes... yes."

Karen looked really sorry. You asked me to die, but I apologize for the unkind letter. The lord had to try to erase the thought of the moment.

"I've done all that for you all this time. What the hell are you going to do without me?"

"There are a few reasons... First of all, Father, I don't need protection. As I said before, what I want is not a safe environment."

Karen was a little disappointed that the lord had no idea. Don't you think the knife will come back to you as Karen wraps up killing someone else? Is that the way people are?

What Karen wanted was a more diverse environment change. What if killing Nancy changes this much? The lord died of a lingering illness. He's a person to die anyway, so it's not unreasonable to die earlier. However, there will be some changes as the time to die will be advanced. It is a safe observation in many ways.

And that's not the only reason.

"What I want to see most of all is confirmation of love."

Karen's face looked innocent. He looked his age face. It was the face of a child who asked his parents out of curiosity and listened. So Young-ju looked at the face from afar and asked again.

"Love?"

"Yes."

"That's now."

Can't you still deduce? But instead of giving him an answer right away, Karen raised her finger and covered her mouth.

Shh.

"Father, Lady Elba is here."

Karen hung up. Young-ju's expression seemed anxious and nervous, but what can I do? Things are more important now than the reason for demanding his father's death.

Karen herself thought the situation was funny, biting her lips and assuming calmness. Laughter, accusation, laughter. All kinds of laughter. You shouldn't laugh. Let's focus on our work.

Lady Elba Pete Gerald. With a stone-shaven face, she lived under her husband's thumb in a fiery voice, and had a strong impulsive temperament. She showed the ambition of a noble woman to push her weak husband into politics, but she was too fond of gambling.

"Long time no see, Verdick Evans."

"Thank you for accepting my request. Lady Elba Fitzgerald."

Open your fan with a bang and lower your eyes. Even if it was nearby, it was Berdick's pressure that made him come from the resort to this place. She recently lost a gamble and borrowed a large sum of money from Verdick and was forced to arrange a meeting with Count Fitzgerald.

"Please press Verdick's nose hard later."

The lord whispered quietly.

Berdick was standing in the lower line than the lord, Karen, and Raymond, but it was Berdick that the count's wife first recognized him and gave him a nod. It didn't seem to like Young-ju.

"Does that mean anything to you?"

If you die, you'll lose meaning. Karen swallowed the aftertaste.

Raymond is too close by.

"…you're firm."

The lord laughed bitterly.

"Let's talk more later. I wonder why I...Will it be."

"Work first now, Father."

Lady Elba has moved on to the lord.

Karen laughed as soon as Lady Elba passed Verdick, stiffening her expression. Isn't it easy for a debtor to enter, ma'am? It's my first time seeing you this early, too.

Lady Elba's young daughter, Lian, often walked behind her mother, and her eyes widened as she looked at Karen's face.

"Wow."

Children are comfortable. I like pretty things, send a favor to my teeth, and I can easily see my insides. Tom was already so quiet that it was less fun. Karen smiled at me with that thought. Lady Lian also smiles broadly.

The lord kissed the hand of Count Elba and gave a brief greeting.

"I'm so glad Lady Elba came all the way here."

"The festival was quite spectacular. I was happy to hear that Lian was having fun."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

So far, the land is owned by Haier, not Verdick. But the count slowly turned her head and turned to Karen, her next turn.

"…you look like your mother."

I've heard this every time, but nothing new has ever been heard like this. Karen greeted me with a slight melancholy smile.

"I'm so glad to see you, Lady Elba."

She must have seen Catherine in her life. How far do they know? Karen only realized the next day that killing Dare was somewhat emotional and felt a little bit of regret. Now instead of Mrs. Dare, we expect Lady Elba to be her helper.

"She's been patient. If you come to the capital city and make your debut later, come to my salon."

"Thank you."

So far, Karen has not been interested in her dead mother, even though she has repeated her life so far. Did Nancy erase that, too? It's a mystery in this life. I'll ask in the next life.

Karen sat and fanned as she watched Isela vent her anger at Mrs. Elba's attitude, who was listening to her greeting. Mrs. Elba's little daughter was babbling, holding her mother's arm in the face of Karen's gorgeous beauty.

I could see Isela and Verdick were in seventh heaven. It is more precious than gold. I really appreciate my mother. They gave me almost everything because they gave me life, face and death together. Karen, who was watching them, turned around when she found out that her father was sitting next to her father was sitting next to her.

"Then is it time for me to hear the reason?"

Young-ju sat next to the table where Karen sat, watching the conversation between Countess and Raymond.

"The reason."

"Yes, because you're curious how much life will change?"

"I told you earlier."

"…please be more kind."

Karen was surprised to answer like a whining child.

It's so childish to have someone who believes that the story of repetition and books is real. Like a daughter who really grumbles with her father.

Of course, the content is not that cute.

"It's good to live a new life, not under your father's protection."

"I wish you happiness.”

"Well, Dad, I'm not into 'that's what I'm into. I want more variables, truth, and end. Whether it's death or life."

The lord's face turned pale.

"It may sound like you're catching a cloud, but… Yes, Father."

Karen grabbed a passing servant and handed him two champagne glasses.

"I'm thirsty. And your father?

"Yes."

The golden liquid fills the glass. As the servant moved away, Karen lowered her voice and opened her mouth rather than the sound of music.

"You said you believed in your mother."

"Yes."

"My mother was freed from the spell thanks to my father's love."

He himself trembles at the lightness of the word. However, Young-joo nodded with a serious face.

"That's right."

"But, Dad, I mean. To be honest with you, it's very... I feel skeptical. It's really that temporary feeling that makes your life. For 100 years....”

Karen couldn't stand it and passed the drink. I keep getting emotional in this life.

"It's so abstract and ambiguous."

"How can love be ambiguous? Perfect faith and love will save you."

shut up

"You're not me. If you have a hole in your head for 100 years, you won't be able to say that. I've been dying from all sorts of things.”

“…….”

"It's hard. 100 years, Dad. There's a limit to the number of people one person can meet. How many people can meet for a short period of less than a year, build relationships, and lead to marriage? If I've been with Lord Raymond dozens of times and he's not my destiny, what should I do now?”

"True love."

"How do I know my true love is dying of blind bullets beyond the white mountain range. How do you know if he's a street bum dying of illness? I'm not even sure if I really read."

Who is the man of destiny? If it's because of his lack of love, who should I meet? Other than Raymond, the few people I met were far short of Raymond.

"Is the intensity of love a problem? Did the people I met not love me as much as my father loved my mother?I'm curious."

Why was the father love of his mother's love? How much did the father love his mother?

Young-joo slowly opened her mouth again as she saw Karen's fingertips turning white.

"So the way I can help you....”

Karen looked at the face of the lord and spoke with a blank look.

"Show me the evidence of love."

"How?"

"If you really believe it, if you love it so much, you won't be afraid of death. If I die again, my father will be alive again. And if you really die, you're not afraid of anything. You'll be able to meet your mother."

"…Ah."

"Of course, to the end... It's for confirmation. If he refuses, I have no choice."

Karen shrugged her shoulders.

"I can't force all the servants in the house, and my father, who holds and shakes Duran."

Face the gray eyes of the lord. In his eyes, he sees the face of his daughter who resembles his wife.

"But whatever choice you make, you'll be able to confirm it. The intensity of my father's love."

Karen picked up an empty glass. A servant approached again from afar and filled the glass. Youngjoo also raised her glass. The father and daughter held up their glasses and bumped into each other in the corner of the hall.

"Oh, of course. Everything tastes good without medicine. Duran, you bad guy."

"Don't do that too much. It's all for your body."

"But it's too much. I'm sure he died of an overdose. And I don't like it because I experience higher taste elsewhere."

"Where did you like best?"

"Out of the book…. Is this wrong?"

The lord became an embarrassed face.

"What if we rank them in here?”

"Lord Raymond's chef is great. Mr. Cray, bald. Oh, not now, I'll be back in about three months.”

"I see."

As he continued his idle chatter, Karen noticed the lord staring at the tableware.

"Well, this is a little bit of a story... It's hard to use a knife like that. I've tried it before.”

"Well, I didn't mean to do this."

Young-ju turned her eyes a little embarrassed.

"It can be a little scary at first. I failed several times because I didn't get used to it. Never draw your wrist. I have to cut it in half, and it's so cold that I'm really going to die... He's dead."

Karen had to turn her head because she couldn't hold back her laughter. Young-joo just raised her glass because she didn't know if she should smile.