The Resetting Lady

"… wouldn't it be better to just hit your head in the oven and die in this situation?”

If Isela succeeds and brings people together, her place will be a damp and dark prison, and there will be no more information from this life. Then, quick suicide is the best way to overcome this complicated situation.

"If it's successful, too....”

So far, suicide has failed before the day came. No, I've been successful.

"Was it there? …didn't it? It's confusing."

Karen wasn't even sure about that.

"Well, that doesn't mean anything, but....”

Karen did not like to be put in jail. In retrospect, the death there was an unpleasant and messy death. It was more physiological than anything else. Karen opened the window. The wind chilled my eyes.

"Please look at me as a suicide. It's better than that."

The wind shook my head hard. Karen sat by the window and looked down at the ground. If I had enough time, I could get some medicine.

"Oh, but somehow I'm dying."

As an engagement gift, Icela and Verdick will gladly receive the bodies of Karen and the lord. Isela will cry and Raymond will see her again, saying she was too scared. The estate will go smoothly into Verdick's hands and he will benefit greatly. That's how time goes... Karen will open her eyes again in the garden.

"My coin..."

I held a coin in my hand. the only comfort in those years the beginning of one's thinking The only evidence that keeps me awake. I have a fever all over my body, but only coins awaken the reality.

Tears cover my eyes.

Karen threw herself from the window.

"What are you doing?"

At the same time, someone grabbed Karen's arm with an angry voice.

It was Raymond.

He came to save her again this time.

"What are you doing?"

Sir Raymond, it's annoying to see you pop out so suddenly.

Don't you know what I'm doing? You're trying to kill yourself. Karen thought so while one arm was held and suspended. look funny

"Let me go... Lord Raymond. I have no hope of living anymore."

Karen really thought so. I've lost all my strength. But I knew that Raymond had already made a mistake with the grip he had on his hands. I'm getting it again. It's not funny.

"…let's think about that later. Don't make people tired."

As expected, he replied. He won't let her die. at least until the day comes

"That's a lot."

“…….”

I don't even have the strength to answer. Raymond shut his mouth. It wasn't that kind of situation. Unlike his words, Raymond held Karen in one arm without much effort. But he was standing by the window, not right back to his study. Karen frowned a little. My eyes were burning.

Raymond stared into the study and asked Karen.

"What happened to the lord?"

"You killed yourself.”

Karen answered momentarily.

"The reason... is not. Let's think about getting out alive more than that."

Raymond's answer was short, but Karen could guess there.

He didn't meet Isela.

It is not a strange situation that the lord committed suicide. Most of the rights fell to Berdick Evans and there was no hope for the lord. He can't complain even if his daughter is slapped on the cheek. So did Countess, who seemed to side with Karen. Her anger at the moment was not for Karen's sake, but for Berdyk's weakness.

Isn't it common? It's something that everyone will understand. In other words, the head of the family volunteers to protect his children. The story of Karen dying because she couldn't stand the humiliation like so many natural suicides she experienced in the past.

"The Lord..."

I see the body of the lord on which Raymond hangs. Then I look at the collapsed desk and the room Karen has dug. Her face stiffens.

"I see."

So far Raymond has convinced himself of the death of the lord. And he felt sorry for Karen. Again, death on the surface is the same. He'll understand.

"…hehehe."

What changed this time is Isella. Not long ago Karen thought she had missed Isela.

"But if you met Isela, you would have asked me why.’

Raymond didn't question Karen, but asked and convinced about the lord's suicide, which means he has not met Isela yet.

Do you think we're gonna get out of course.

Karen kept her silence in silence. After a moment of silence, Raymond slowly opened his mouth instead of her.

"The house is on fire."

"What?"

Karen looked by the door. The flames were running over. Before he knew it, Karen was dumbfounded by how much time had passed while she was searching the room. What do you mean fire? It is a more ridiculous change than an elephant. Can't we end up killing Isela?

Raymond opened his mouth.

"…I don't know if I can catch a fire. We all screamed and got out of the way, so we checked. By the way, with you... I can't see Miss Isela....”

What's going on here? But whatever it was in her head, Karen did what she deserved.

Karen reached out to Raymond and patted him and smiled.

"Sir Raymond, go alone. I have no hope of living now. My father passed away....”

Karen made a heartless plea with a grief-stricken face. And Raymond clenched his teeth and showed his firm will.

"At least not now. Because I'm here to save you.”

That's touching. If it was about 70 years ago, I'd cry in my arms. Karen replied and thought so.

"You and I don't have a choice right now."

That's right. Karen put her head down and thought.

"Fire."

Karen was concerned that there was a fire. She had set fire to a mansion several times in the past.

'I've never succeeded.’

There was a strange sense of triumph. In the past, the fire was quickly extinguished even if it was set on fire, but this time the fire spread significantly. Same people taking care of it.

Did Duran touch it?

At this time of the lord's death, isn't it all about controlling and using tricks? Karen was convinced. And on the other hand, I was curious. How far will Duran handle it, and what happened to Isela? When she finally shows up, it's meaningless to set her on fire. Where is she if you can't see Isela?

"Let's get out for now. I won't listen to your refusal. "Oh, my God!"

Flames flared up by the door. The corridor was already covered with fire. The room was as clear as day.

"…father!"

The body of the lord caught fire.

"Carran!"

Took.

The rope of the lord's body snapped and fell. The fire spread in the room as large as the area of Young-ju's body.

"Father!"

You really don't help! Ignoring Karen's resentful cry, the body quickly burned and acted as firewood. Parents can't do what their children want.

"Dangerous! You're wrong!"

Holding Karen tightly in her arms, Raymond backed away. Father, leave the bones. I tried to bury her as much as I could. It will be makeup, not a store. Still, I hope you ride it gently. If I can recover my bones later, I'll do it for you.

No, the fire spread this much more than that... He's gonna kill me?

It hurt my pride a little. He didn't like the situation in which the failed arson threatened his life.

'I have to live for now.’

Karen made that decision and decided to put aside her suicide for the time being, as Raymond said.

"Isela... how."

She went on cautiously. I'm careful to talk about it because I don't know what happened or what would happen. Raymond asked Karen back.

"Did you see Miss Evans? Mr. Berdick said he must be with you."

Which would be more beneficial to say that you saw Isela here or didn't? Karen was distressed by the judgment that needed quickness. He is too old to make such a big decision quickly. I don't know if there's something in my hand to stick in Raymond's head, like when I'm dealing with Isella.

"That's…."

Raymond frowned when Karen did not answer correctly.

"Didn't you see it? … anyway, let's think about going out first."

That.

The fiancee who became it.

This cellar is already ranked below Karen. Karen felt relieved and at the same time depressed. Is it because Karen is more important or someone who can save her right now? What would Raymond think of it himself? However, falling into thought is a luxury at this moment.

Karen shook her head.

"Carran."

"Yes."

Raymond looked out the window and asked Karen. People's shouts and screams began to be heard. And suddenly, I heard something breaking up somewhere. Smoke was thick from the window. Karen saw Raymond's face shining brightly in the flames. It may be an illusion, but even his expression looked bright. Raymond told Karen.

"We're in trouble."

"I think so."

"The fire spread more than I thought. Do you have any pipes to burn down?"

"Planning…?"

I don't know that far. When Karen looked puzzled, Raymond put Karen down.

"Caran Haier. Let me promise you something. Don't kill yourself today. For me who came all the way here. Can you keep it?”

"…yes."

"Tomorrow if it's the king."

That's a bit.

But Karen didn't say it out loud. I had that level of tact.

"Can I move to the roof from here?"

"It's not possible in this room. At least we have to get out of the hall."

The corridor seemed impossible to escape. Raymond kicked his tongue and looked out the window. Karen was so high that she tried to kill herself.

"If you raise it up..."

Raymond measured the height.

"It'll be possible."

Karen knows.

Raymond alone would jump safely enough at this height. She has already seen him do so in the past.

"…you appreciate my ability too much.”

"You can do it alone."

familiar movements which she cannot imitate But what if I took her and jumped? That would be impossible. There are only two bodies.

"You decided not to say that. Please show us your will.”

"But even Lord Raymond."

Karen clenched her fist because she was embarrassed while talking to herself. Fortunately, it will look like a good woman with a solemn determination.

Whatever Karen did, Raymond wandered around the room and fell into trouble.

"We don't know in the room... The light is spreading too fast. If I could go up to the roof and check. Where's the highest window here?"

"My study is double-decked... That little window in the study!"

Raymond held Karen and ran to the front of the ladder.

The flames spread stronger.

"I'll go up first."

Raymond went up and opened the window, but it was a small window for lighting, so it didn't open. While he broke the window, he turned to the books and was saddened.

"I haven't found a clue to my mother yet....’

But in this life, there is nothing I can do. a bloody arsonist Shouldn't we leave out everything we need when setting fire? Karen hoped to make a hole in her head as soon as she identified herself.

'What about that?'

A signless note was inserted in a corner of the study that was out of reach. Karen reached out her hand.

"Carran!"

The ladder is broken.