The Resetting Lady

The body was found.

Leaving a scrawled letter to Jenon at the scene, Raymond hurried to Evans' residence. And as he runs, he pulls out a gun that is relatively quiet. The purpose is certain.

The woman

Karen Haier, now Karen Evans. A red-haired woman who became his fiancee instead of Icela Evans. A woman who still looks better with a girl.

"Caran Haier.”

If you just found the body, it's not something to care about like this. The problem is Karen Haier. Now Karen Evans. a seventeen-year-old girl Raymond looked down at the gun. How far is she intertwined? It is okay to ignore it to what extent? No, we can't ignore it now.

I can't ignore what should be ignored because Karen has claimed to be his partner. In fact, Raymond didn't expect much from Karen. It was enough to have a very beautiful appearance. I enjoyed talking to him because of his wit.

At first, I thought I would love. I believed that I could love her. The moment I held Karen in my arms for the first time, I felt a little thrilled. In her beauty, and in her madness.

And she asked me to hold her hand.

With his big eyes full of tears. His voice is boiling.

"Mr. Berdick is my enemy."

Let's hold hands. Raymond agreed. But the moment I saw the body of the woman in front of me, my heart gave up. Karen is holding him to manipulate him.

"That's funny."

Holding hands for a bigger goal was anything you could do. But if Karen tries to shake herself, it's different. If you have at least decided to join hands with yourself, you should cooperate in the meantime. It is a matter of pride or justice. It is a matter of priorities. You can't do anything if you're swayed.

"Berdick... Evans."

Raymond did not even believe that Karen hated Verdick purely. Young-joo didn't kill herself from the start.

The lord killed himself? The situation was likely. But Raymond saw one of his shoes come off. It is not common for a person who commits suicide to struggle and lose only one side. Footrests are common, but they are worn unless you take off your shoes in advance.

It wasn't a comfortable slipper, but it was fixed with a string. The other shoe on the other side of the shoe was tied tight. As if the nervous person trimmed it at the end. However, the fact that the other side is peeled off makes the opposite conclusion. The lord might have prepared to commit suicide, but someone hung on to his leg.

Karen is connected in any form. She may not have killed herself, but it is clear. The carriage where Raymond faced her. Two women went missing in the carriage's mansion.

"And another missing woman, Isela Evans....”

Raymond thought he would be able to use it rather than take Karen over at the moment. But I regretted it. Is it right to put enough pressure on Karen and decide that she could use it well if she had a common hatred of Berdick? I should have pressed her more then.

As it stands, Karen will only be swayed. And what Raymond has to do at this moment is not a declaration. It won't work. That is not proper evidence. Unlike the military, there was little forensic system in the city. Raymond is also a soldier, not a detective. This is not a battlefield, but a capital. There is nothing he can do. Did they even calculate that?

"…the nobility has so much to think about.”

Murder. Maybe serial murder. Raymond is not a detective and not a cop. Sooner or later, he will not be a soldier. But there was something Karen didn't know about him. Even if he joined hands with Karen, he had a different sense of duty. He wanted justice. There was a greater sense of duty to catch a murder suspect than to refuse to deal with Karen. If she's a pleasure killer who can't keep the minimum principles and principles, if she's an uncontrollable gun, he's responsible.

"Now two months."

It was two months after he officially entered the Senate. It's like having already been nominated, but this is the most dangerous time. Don't get in the way of dangerous things. His position of 80% is attributed to Verdick's assets. All he can do is blow a person's head from afar. It's not between the powers in the House.

“…….”

It doesn't matter. If Karen continues to kill, even if she uses him, it is unacceptable. You must stop the evil in front of you. Even if his wealth and honor were lost.

***

We arrived at the Evans family. Raymond looked up at Karen's room. The light is off. Has it not happened yet? Then it's even better. Raymond put a pistol and handcuffs in his arms. Then he knocked on Karen's door. You'd better catch it first and then think about it later.

"…carren?"

There's no answer. Are you still sleeping?

knock, knock

I knocked on the door again. I can't hear anything. Raymond took out a pistol in one hand.

Crying.

“…….”

Raymond opened the door. There was no one inside. The bed was strewn with blood and bandages. The smell of alcohol pricked my nose. Whose blood is it? The bleeding was considerable. Why would Karen's room have this much blood? Why not just blood, but bandages and alcohol. Someone was seriously injured and got over it.

“…….”

It soothes the groaning breath. Raymond felt the need to calm himself down. After scrambling his head with his hands, he takes a pistol out of his arms and puts it in his mouth.

Clack, clack, clack.

Put a bullet in it and roll it. Then, I put it on the temple. Cold metal makes your head clear. If you pull it like this, you'll die. You shouldn't think about it. Raymond would rather be sent as a sniper. You don't have to be responsible for other people.

But aristocrats should think. You can't survive without thinking. Raymond's plan has not been bad so far.

Really?

"Heez!"

“……!”

"Les......Mr. Raymond?"

He was a servant of the Berdick family. Raymond takes the gun. I felt as if I had been caught with a murmur.

"What the hell now."

The servant's words were interrupted by questioning.

"What about Karen?"

Then the servant's eyes shake.

"He…"

Were you arrested for involvement in the murder? How far is the work connected? Or are you helping someone kill her? Raymond recalled a hypothesis that he was deeply suspicious of. The possibility of Karen holding hands with Berdick from the beginning, then everything goes on. If so.

"Tell me."

But the answer was unexpected. The servant replied with a tremble.

"She went to work in Lady Isela's room."

The pulse is gone. She didn't kill and run away. Did you think too much? Raymond turned his head back into the room. I went to work. It's too rough a scene to do such a tranquil thing.

"Whose blood is this?"

"He, that's.”

“…….”

"Bee, Master Verdick has punished you."

"Bee?"

"Lady… Gambling…" Because you did."

The blood belonged to Karen. But why doesn't he know what to do because he's so nervous?

"What do you have to do with it says.

"Well, I'm weak. I'm just an employee. Well, of course I think the master was too much, but....”

Raymond was a little despondent when he found out why his servant was so nervous. The servant thinks he is angry at Karen's injury. It's plausible. It will be. He and Karen have been acting like they're close to each other lately. We moved, laughed, and talked at night in front of Berdyk. It is natural for a servant to think so.

"…hoo."

Raymond went up to Isela's room feeling a little relaxed. Kill the sound of footsteps. I heard Karen muttering in the room.

"If you die....”

Raymond opened the door. Karen was holding scissors. Raymond moved without thinking at that moment. When he came to his senses, he was already holding Karen's wrist. Karen asked, not surprised, glancing at Raymond.

"Do you love Isela?"

Are you kidding me at this moment? This woman must be crazy. Raymond tied Karen up. And I saw Isela. Nutrition and blood were drenching the floor. I hurriedly rolled up the sheets and examined Isela's body. But there was no injury to Isela's body. Blood was flowing from Karen. It was Karen who hurt the maid.

“…….”

Karen just cut Isella's ringer. And I showed my face and back stained with tears. His back was full of malice. He's seen a lot of these things. That is by no means a discipline. It was hit as hard as an adult man with strength.

Damn it, how's everything going? Is Verdick crazy? Is gambling such a bargain? Raymond then frustrated himself with the anger. Didn't he just think about pointing a gun at her?

"We're going to be a little more... I think we need to talk.”

I got a little depressed while talking to myself. This feeling I felt was clearly compassion. And I sat down and saw Karen. And she said something unbelievable.