The Resetting Lady

The birds and bells of the morning are painful.

"It's morning, miss."

"…yes."

"Lady Karen."

"I know... I know....”

"Then don't bury your face in the pillow and get up."

“…….”

Karen opens her eyes, swallowing a curse. I hate this kind of day the most. indescribable anger, physical exhaustion, and things that cannot be helped by hard work. Karen realizes that she is a person with blood and flesh, not pure ink.

"That's a big idea. I'm not fully awake."

"What?"

"It's disgusting that a person has a body."

"What?"

"Why are people born, working, feeling tired and dying?”

"Madam… Wake up."

"Yes."

Karen rubs her face against the towel Donna hands. I'm so sleepy I'm going to die. I'm tired every day because I have so much work to do these days.

"If I had just died."

"…my lady, you know that maids like me get up an hour earlier, right?”

Karen sighed deeply at Donna's ridiculous face. It is clear that his physical strength is weaker than Donna. Whether it's physical or mental.

"Take my thumb. I'm really tired these days.”

"Yes. Go ahead and have breakfast."

"Really…."

Karen opened her eyes.

The light of the blue dawn filled the room. An unknown sadness is flooding in. It's all because of Lord Raymond. I'm tired at this time of year. Verdick's house has never been comfortable. This time, Raymond is adding more luggage rather than helping, making it all the more difficult. Karen has lost her strength.

"Uh, it's cold."

When Donna opens the window, the cold air comes in. Donna is embarrassed when Karen, who was wearing only thin pajamas, shrinks.

"Shall I close the window?"

"No, wake up. I'll eat with the windows open."

"Yes."

Donna is dragging the tray. It was an unimaginable luxury when I was Isela's maid of honor. You should be satisfied with this. Karen looked down at the breakfast dinner and thought so. There was a pretty luxurious meal in front of me for breakfast.

The thick hot cake sprinkled with maple syrup was surprisingly soft. The dish must have been intentionally heated, as evidence was still warm and harmonized with the just melting butter. There were many other things to eat besides hot cakes. The scones, which are clear to have just been baked, were filled with large blueberries, and the crispy toast was topped with fruit sugar pickles.

"…you'll gain weight."

"Take a bite each."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to eat it if you leave it.”

"…yes…."

"Oh, no, you can eat it all! The Evans don't save money on food."

"Really?"

Karen wondered what was different from her memory. Were you so generous to your servants, even if it was for you to eat? He always had a small, unattractive meal. leftover food and rough food.

"Yes, they give me food...It's because it's hard to do something else."

"I used to save it."

"What? How do you know?"

"…no. I just, I heard that.”

Where and how did the story change? Karen looked down at her breakfast. I should worry about the flesh, not the taste.

A poor family was enough to last a week. Also to drink were milk, two kinds of juice, lemon-flavored water and warm black tea.

"…I never thought I'd have this meal.”

This is what Evans' daughter eats. having only one or two bites of a luxurious meal Even though what I do is Isela's nursing, it is extremely luxurious to eat, wear and sleep.

"You should be satisfied with this.”

Karen milked her car and approached the window. The morning mist rose dimly.

The Evans family's villa was outside the capital. It overlooks a luxurious village that is incomparable to the place where Haier used to be. Looking down, the pet swan was swimming leisurely in the lake, and white horses were drinking water by the lake.

"Oh, there's the driver, isn't it?”

“…….”

Karen forced a smile and waved. I just wanted to ignore it. Raymond found it first and waved it, so there was nothing he could do.

"It was a lie to be ashamed of a horse I saw for the first time.”

It makes me laugh to see the horses patting the back, which is certain to belong to the Evans family. Donna asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Lord Raymond told me that he was too shy to ride a horse he had never seen before.”

"Yes? Pooh, what's that?”

"So I insisted on riding the carriage with me."

Donna opens her mouth.

"Oh, my God, that's totally... That's it."

"Right?"

That's the story.

Karen drank milk tea. It was sweet because it had sugar in it, but there was a subtle bitterness of whether the tea was too soft.

***

Karen's daily life was busy. During the day, Isela takes care of herself and at night she suffers from Raymond. Unnourished days go by.

"So... these days. It's a place of hardship."

“…….”

Karen talked as she sharpened the dirty cloth. It smells bad.

"I didn't know I'd be serving you this way."

“…….”

"I can't believe I'm wearing this after all.”

Karen sighed with self-help as she looked down at a maid's uniform made of coarse cloth. Sweat dripped over the white apron cloth covering a dark navy blue thin maid's uniform. It was cool in the morning, but now it's the low summer. Karen took out a new one to sharpen Isella's sap and needle.

"Ouch!"

“…….”

Blood splattered on the apron. Karen pressed hard on the tip of her finger. Were you tired?

"…I can't use this."

Karen threw away the needle.

***

"Why do you look like that?"

"Mr. Berdick was scolded for wasting needles.”

"I'm so heartbroken."

"Don't laugh."

"…sorry."

But the driver's face was pleasant. Karen was annoyed and pounded the floor with her cane. I didn't know in the house, but I still needed a cane to go out.

"When do you feel better?"

"Well, I've never been hurt like this, so I don't know."

"Why don't you go see the priest?"

“…….”

"I forgot. It's real."

When Karen stared out of spirits, Raymond raised his hands.

"Sigh."

"Madam, I have to attend a charity concert at Elliott Hall today.

"I don't like there are many stairs there."

Karen couldn't stand the frown. The hall is a torture for Karen, who still has many stairs and has to use a cane.

"Have you been there?"

"…I heard you."

I've been there asking how you knew, so I can't answer that. But Raymond was persistent.

"To whom?"

"To the street fairies."

"That's very mysterious."

"Right? Just get on board."

Raymond grabbed Karen and raised her to the carriage.

'I'm tired.'

Karen had to have her routine checked by Verdick every day and spend time with Raymond at night. There were so many places to accompany as fiancée.

"Where do I have to go tomorrow?”

"Tomorrow the Duke of Dalton will have a recital. He's releasing his own song.”

"I see."

"Yes."

“…….”

"And do you have anything else to say?"

Raymond smiles with his legs crossed.

"What are you going to do?”

"Sigh."

"Prove that what you say is not bluff."

"It's not the time yet."

"That's a good excuse."

It's real. I really had nothing to do now. It's a place of hardship.

Pain never gets used to. Torture does not become familiar.

It was all the more painful.

You have to prove your usefulness every day.

Berdick made Isela's use as a maid during the day and forced her to play her role as a pinch hitter at night. Is it okay if Raymond put another one there for her who's already having a hard time. He smiles and puts his luggage on his face.

'I want to kill him.’

No.

'I want to die.'

We don't have time like this. It is a pity that the year ends after working hard day and night.

"Original Story" is a time when you have to build love step by step with sympathy from Raymond and social figures while suffering during this period.

Time flies by on its own, and Raymond is demanding Berdyck's downfall.

"To be honest, Mr. Berdick is not my concern."

Karen gritted her teeth. Now Karen is Raymond and Verdick and she wants to throw it all away, war and mine. There are so many troublesome things that I don't have time to find my own story. Like I had to spend time with Isela, forced to go down to the circus.

I want to quit everything!’

Is there any way?

Karen had to overcome the temptation to press the pillow on Isela's face several times a day. I didn't know you were so impatient.

Unlike Karen, who desperately endured time, Raymond was not very patient. It's only a few pages away, and Raymond is already stabbing Karen.

"Oh, my... it's only been a while since you confessed, right? You're moving too fast."

"These days, I've been seeing bracelets rather than rings."

“…….”

"Do you like silver bracelets?”

So prove your usefulness.

Raymond laughs. Karen wanted to put a bullet in his face.

"Even if you say so, there's nothing I can do right now."

"Hahaha."

You don't look good. Karen held the cane handle and leaned her back against the carriage. You're such a pain in the whole time.

"Okay, I'll show you a piece of usefulness."

Raymond asked with his finger on his chin.

"Are you thinking of playing?”

I arrived at the music hall. Karen took Raymond's hand and answered as she stepped down. As expected, the stairs are too high.

"Not today."

I'm really tired.

And Karen fell asleep deeply at the concert. I was so sound asleep that I couldn't get up until Raymond tapped her up after the performance.

***

"You seem to be in a good mood these days."

Xenon said as he handed Raymond a box. Raymond's face changed dramatically as his engagement with Icela Evans turned into one with Karen Evans. Xenon seemed to see more of his laughter in recent days than in the last decade.

Raymond spent time with Karen every day. There were many places to call them, and Raymond did not refuse anyone, but visited with Karen. He seemed to be at a loss because he wanted to spend time with him.

with a click

"No way."

"I'm telling you."

Without Karen, however, she was back to her original appearance.

Xenon decided to think that it was the image of a man in love. Without her, she seemed no different, or less talkative.

"When a man falls in love, he becomes a jerk."