The Resetting Lady

Raymond Sayertes.

Raymond made a grimace through the door.

"Do I have to talk to you at this time by saying that?"

"Because you keep avoiding me."

Karen glared at Raymond and pushed the door into the room.

"I was so moved that I was about to shed tears. You're hurting my facial expression.”

"If you cry, I'll understand.”

"Is there a teary car?"

"I'll have a glass, please. It's late at night, so I'll milk it."

I closed the door.

Raymond turned around and boiled the water. There was no particular luggage in the room. There would be three pieces of clothing in the closet, and all the other things would go in one bag.

There was a watch, gloves, some papers, and a hot bucket wrapped in a warmer. It was not for use in Isela's villa, but for the dull form of the army.

The heavy load was too small, even if it was for Xenon. He was always ready to leave. Isela's villa is not his house. It's a place to leave one day.

Even these things are definitely like your own memories. Maybe not. People in familiar spaces were not used to it. Karen wasn't sure if she was seeing and then fitting in her thoughts or if she really had a sense of deja vu about what she remembered. Raymond handed a teacup and said, maybe he interpreted the gaze of staring blankly differently.

"It's not a particular reason. It's not like you don't believe in Mr. Berdick in these little areas. It's just easy to carry."

Pour tea into hot water with unquestioned excuses. It was an easy car that had nothing to do with it. It was a bit disappointing that there was nothing I always enjoyed, but it wasn't as bad as the public.

Raymond took the chance of the conversation.

These days, Mr. Berdick is also interested in the coffee business.”

"It's going to be hard.

Karen recalled her memory. The business was not very successful for Berdick. Although Isela had taken it to Salon, it was a new level of preference for some aristocrats and middle-class people, not suitable for businesses to deal with the public.

Raymond heard Karen's answer and asked wonderfully.

"Why?"

Oh, no. Karen blamed herself for answering carelessly again. I pretended to know for no reason. This conversation doesn't matter anyway. I try to remember the memories of the past and point out. In the end, it is difficult for people to tell their own stories, but was it true that they like to point out? I feel a little disillusioned with myself.

"It's a dark color, so it's easy to mix and sell with other low-quality items. It's easier to fool than a car that's sunny. The public won't trust you easily.”

"Is that a metaphor for yourself?"

"No, I'm just showing off."

Did you think I'd be surprised if you caught me off guard? Karen answered calmly. Raymond smiles and puts the tea in his mouth.

"You're not coming over."

"Don't do that again. I even opened the door by confessing."

"…that's great. I'd like to clap my hands."

But unlike words, I don't clap and drink hot tea. Raymond wasn't very particular about eating. Isela was very picky. Maybe that was out of sight, too. I don't like a woman like you who grew up beautifully! Was it good for me to grow up? Karen thought that for a moment.

"You have a funny expression."

"How about a woman who's picky about food?"

"…I don't care about that."

In politeness and humor, what I wanted to say was out of place. Karen felt a cool look in between the playful conversations. It's not very good for Raymond to behave like that. There is a knife in laughter, and light people and light people are completely different. The latter is dangerous.

'You're in doubt.'

What? How far?

Karen was curious about that. Karen and Raymond laughed and talked in one space, but they felt as if they had guns on their heads.

Thack.

Putting the teacup down, Raymond stood up.

"Would you like another drink?"

“…….”

Karen looked down at the teacup that had not yet been touched. Raymond also poured a second cup of water into his glass with a slightly awkward expression.

"Well, that's all right. I'll do it, conversation."

"What happened to what you said back then?"

"What do you mean?"

Raymond is also good at it. Karen glared at Raymond, who repeated what he had done. Karen is tired of continuing to accept these pranks.

"Don't play innocent. I'm talking about Miss Isela."

Karen felt the hand holding the teacup was getting hard.

How far do we know?

And what do you want if you know?

Why is Raymond different from what Karen knew so far?

There were so many questions. Karen wanted to shake Raymond by the collar if she could. I'm so angry that I'm a woman. I wanted to use force, but I couldn't because men had the upper hand.

"Oh, you said it was a secret meeting whispering love. You were curious about that.”

“…….”

"I'm hurt."

Still talking like that? Karen had no choice but to make a big impression.

"May I take off my clothes if you want?”

"Welcome with open arms...No, no, thank you. You don't really have to take it off."

Duran would welcome you without saying anything. In the end, the man was brazen in his words, but soft in the decisive part. At least to Karen.

"You fought with Miss Isela.”

"…we didn't fight. I was beaten unilaterally. You saw it. It's all because you couldn't manage your fiancee....”

And your feet?

"That night, I was trampled on by Miss Isela."

"You were the last to see Miss Isela. When was the last time you saw it?"

This poor judo. Karen felt the tension cooling down.

"I'm not the last one to see. I'm Duran. Why are you pretending to be meaningful to me? It's unpleasant."

"… Chuck, that's funny. Father Duran didn't say that."

"…what?"

Raymond laughs out loud. My voice is raspy.

"Ha-ha, that expression, that's funny. It's as if you're two of us making a ruse."

No, wait, it's too fast. The conversation is all over the place. Was it a mistake to bring up Dulan? Since then, he hasn't appeared in person. Bowen replaced the horse.

It was a short message to take care of Isela and atone for her sins. Did you intercept it? Did they eavesdrop? Or did they have a conversation without knowing? That's plausible. Did Duran hand me over? If I had told you, how far? Karen bowed her head. I feel dizzy.

“……!”

My shoulders were weighed down hard.

"Don't roll your head."

Raymond bent down and made eye contact with Karen. The green lining resembled the glitter of the blade. Lips were still drawing a line, but it was never a laugh.

"Don't think about how much I know and how to change my mind. You're not the one who's interrogating."

It is not in Karen's interest to say, "If you don't have evidence here, don't think about questioning." Karen rolled her head desperately. Raymond is already convinced. Do you want to fight for evidence? However, he is entitled to summary disposition. Furthermore, it is a matter of just testifying in court.

It's against Karen because she doesn't know how far Raymond knows. First of all, what do you want? Karen was curious about that. What does the man want to get now?

"If Raymond and Lord dee have already given the answer... I wonder why you're doing this to me."

"Hush."

He laughs with his eyes closed. The fingers touch Karen's lips.

"…Lamond, Lord."

"I like to be polite to ladies."

But criminals don't need that.

It didn't come out as a voice, but Karen seemed to have heard his aftert

Raymond stood up again and looked down at Karen. He laughed as if he was really funny. Karen tried to laugh face to face, but she couldn't laugh.

Let's think.

Let's think of Raymond.

Think of him who came back from the war and hated Isela and said he loved Karen. Think of a sniper who suffered from insomnia and always carried poison in his mouth to kill himself.

She knows Raymond. Now you have to make the best offer to catch Raymond. Besides love, what is the most plausible thing to hold on to that man who doesn't seem to love himself?

Karen gave the answer.

"You hate Mr. Berdick.”

The best topic for him now is this.

Raymond shrugged his shoulders and sipped his car.

"Not exactly. Well... he's the one who's holding a mortgage on my life. It's not pleasant. It's just like you. There's a lot to be gained."

"Why am I at war?”

"Why am I the only one alive?”

"I hate him. I hate everything he has. Even myself."

"I will choose only love."

Revenge alone is not enough. It's hard to bring him out with just personal revenge. His hatred was more comprehensive and broader. What he would most like to hear. an absolutely irresistible proposal

"Sir Raymond, we can end the battle of consumption in the White Mountains."

"…what are you talking about all of a sudden?”

"Berdick Evans is funding the Duke of Rutella."

"Well, Karen Evans."

Raymond laughed.

"I don't like people who don't know to talk."

The index finger headed to Karen's forehead.

"Don't roll your head."

"Isn't that it if Mr. Berdick Evans goes bankrupt? I hate him."

Karen gave a plausible reason. It attracted the feelings of hatred that had dried up. You've killed me many times. You hit me on the neck several times. I purposely brought an axe that was rusty and wouldn't get raw. How many times, how many times.

"I don't know what you think, but my father volunteered for Mr. Berdick.”

Karen looked at Raymond with a blink of an eye.

"Who am I, whoever you are, isn't there one thing in common?"

Raymond's face hardened. Karen knew Raymond well. I told him not to roll his head, but since this word came out, Raymond can't hold Karen unilaterally and shake her.

"I want revenge on Mr. Berdick. If you want to do something about me, do it after."

That's what you wanted.

The love you gave me must have been that kind of love. It's right for you to love me, hate Berdych, and hate Isela. I long for pure love, and Karen is a pretty good one. Beautiful, pitiful, pure, as Raymond does to Karen.

"…carren."

I didn't ask for an answer. Raymond went back and forth in the room for a while. He looks at the ground with his face flicking. And look at Karen. The eyes meet.

"I'll give you the answer you have to do."

"Ha."

"You love me. Like you said."

"…it's fun."

"Right?"

"Yes, I only see my face when I see a woman."

“…….”

"That's why I'm in love with you. That's why I saved you.”

"That's okay…. My face is convincing."

"And you love me. Like you said."

"Yes."

The two confessed their love like that. It was a starry night.