The Resetting Lady

"Dear Duke Rutella, do you have any wills to leave?"

The Duke of Rutella realized the temperature of the cold metal in his temples. And I knew who the voice was.

"I didn't think you'd come alone."

"I'm not alone."

Raymond countered, but Rutuela seemed to know that his words were false. The peacock raised the corners of his mouth. But Raymond pressed the peacock's head roughly with the other hand.

"There's a lot of people here. Will you be able to survive?"

"You are so kind."

The horse is long. Raymond tapped the peacock's chuckle. The old duke's body soon fell down. Kneel on the floor of the Great Vulture Team. I can hear the grinding sound of teeth. The Duke of Rutella tried to be angry first, but he just laughed in vain to see if he had thought of his upcoming future.

"My friends, my sons, and my men are dead in your hands."

“…….”

"I knew you'd kill me in the end.”

"Do you have anything to say for the last time?"

"Do I have time to leave a will?"

When the Duke of Rutella asked calmly, Raymond hesitated to pay the bill for a moment. It doesn't matter now if you kill right now or a little later. However, the time before Zion brought his men in had to be calculated.

"Princess, I'm sorry if you're trying to stall, but I'm afraid you have no hope. On the seventh and sixth floors, no one is alive except this room."

Because he killed them all. Raymond omitted the aftertaste. At that, the Duke of Lutella looked into the air for a moment and dropped his head. Raymond answered his question.

"Even if you want to leave a will, I don't think it'll work. I was just asking if you had anything to say. I can't be an agent for a will."

At Raymond's words, the Duke of Rutella shot him with his eyes lifted from his bowed face. My mouth is open.

"What's your rank now?"

"This is Captain."

"…not considered a permanent. My life is amazing, too.

The Duke of Lutella laughed in vain. He thought Raymond would have at least a colonel. I'm sure this country would have given him a much higher rank. He had that level of ability and popularity. But Raymond just shrugged back.

"Is there a rank in the bullet?"

"What would you say if I gave you the rank of general?"

“…….”

It is not worth listening to. Raymond didn't say anything to the Duke of Rutuela, who was making an uninteresting joke. The Duke of Lutella laughed in vain to see if he knew that his words meant nothing. It was a story that no one would believe. How can you believe what he promises in this situation? At least he has the upper hand over Raymond.

"...why are you doing this here? Why are you interfering in this? Is this an honor to you?"

You're trying to keep thinking. Raymond has seen many of these nobles. Like those who have lived on three tongues, they have asked to compromise with them before they die in all ways. But Raymond never changed his behavior when he heard that. Because it was meaningless. But there was some time left. Raymond counted the numbers inwardly. You're late.

"Why did your king send you here? No, are you a king?"

"I don't know."

"I'm sure I paid enough. This is a breach of promise. A peace agreement was signed not long ago. Many people thought peace would come now. Did Verdick betray me?"

"Is that your last will?"

"Reply."

"I don't know."

Bang!

The noise was curiously low. It wasn't a lie that it was a new weapon. The peacock fell down. There was a slight twitch. Raymond made a face.

"I was lucky."

Raymond said so. He was always on the lucky side. At least in places where blood splashes and guns come and go. I always had to live without letting go of my nerves, but as a result, I did. So I still lived. If I had any luck, I'd be dead. I don't know when I'll be lucky, but so far.

"…Princess."

He is a man of no luck. Raymond tried to say so, but he quit. Still, he lived to that age. The Duke of Lutella was born a royal family and was commissioned, and lived as one of the pillars of the war throughout his life. And there were children and grandchildren. Most of his descendants died in Raymond's hands. However, it ends up being unlucky.

"Can I use some water?"

“…….”

I don't know why I asked myself, but Raymond just wanted to ask.

"Thank you."

The body's brain was streaming out of its head. Raymond turned on the water in the Duke's room. Few people in this castle can use this water anymore.

Shoot...

It is quite practical that the capital is directly connected to the room. Neither Raymond nor Count Elba's wife installs the water so that it can be turned on immediately. It's a rather simple way to be a big aristocrat. Raymond washed his face and head dirty with blood and mud in the water. There was a mirror.

"…oh, hell."

Raymond bowed his head.

Bang!

Clang!

The mirror is broken. Raymond felt his throat burning. I leaned right on the floor.

"Wow, my enemy...!”

I heard a wobbly voice. Raymond picked up a broken piece of mirror. Then he threw it towards the place where the sound came from. Puck, that's a hit. It was a way that I didn't expect much, but it worked. But there was a gasp that was hard to say that he was holding his breath.

“…….”

A small voice. A young voice. Woman. Why are you in the Duke's room? Guns are not loaded. And what he just threw was a hit. Is he dead? No, I can still hear him breathing.

"Huh, hahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Crying. Is it the Duke's child? No, it's not. That's not a child, but a grandson or a great-grandchild. But it's strange.

'They're all dead.’

Raymond was leaning over the curtain until his cry died down. And crawl. Slowly. I can't see myself over there. You don't have to use a gun at that point. No, we should save as much as we can now.

“…….”

"Oh, don't come!"

Raymond counted how many bullets were in his gun. Somehow the Duke of Rutuela was successful in keeping his breath. Now you have to wait until you join Zion. But how long will it last?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Puck.

Raymond hit the girl hard on the back of the head. Black hair falls on the floor. I pressed my wrist with my foot.

“…….”

"Oh, no....”

Fourteen at most? Fifteen? It was a young woman. But he's naked. Damn it. Raymond made a face. And the gun was cheap. Just one shot. It was a sloppy pistol that could be used for suicide. And if you don't get hit, you won't die. I can't believe I'm nervous about this. No, it's not. Let's kill him. Don't think too much.

“…….”

"I, kill me."

Damn it. Raymond thought cursing would come out when he saw the body of a girl who was dressed very lightly. A prostitute. And Raymond did what she said.

A thud.

Her neck was broken. The girl died instantly.

"…fuck it, Duke."

Raymond approached the prostitute's body. The peacock was dead with his eyes wide open. The back of the head was smashed by Raymond's gun, which was completely different from the girl's pistol. Raymond sat next to the Duke's body and covered his eyes.

"Princess, Duke. Hey."

“…….”

The body is silent.

"…you said you were the enemy."

“…….”

"Isn't this an honorable war?"

“…….”

"What made you kill your children and your men?”

“…….”

"Oh, my God, is the last person in the room a whore? And that's a little...? Duke."

Raymond resisted the Duke's urge to kick him on the head. Let's not think about it. Let's not think about it. Is there any difference in your opinion? When he dies, Zion comes out. If Zion dies, Chelsea will start. If Chelsea dies... Then comes the legion.

The average number of people a raymond can kill is more than ten times that of Zion. It is efficient for you to come forward first. That's it. And what's the difference if you defy the orders given? Insubordination is death penalty, or dishonorable discharge. What is given to Raymond, who has accumulated military knowledge all his life?

"I don't think."

Rewinds. Raymond saw the Duke of Rutella's broken head. The brain, which had all kinds of knowledge, agony, and desire, is no longer the same as the organs of the dead beast.

Raymond closed his eyes. I could hear familiar footsteps in the distance. Now Raymond can go back.

"Xion."

"Sir Raymond. That's great. Thanks to you, I came in safely."

"Don't praise me. If you praise me, something bad happens."

"You're too much."

Zion came in grumbling. And when he saw the body of the Duke of Rutella, he smiled a lot.

"Wow, that old man is finally dead! You live a dirty, long life."

"Don't talk like that."

With one earful of Raymond's accusations, Zion cut off the Duke of Rutella's hand. It's their way. The sound of flesh and bones being cut is disturbing. Raymond, who began to think, felt a little offended. Not because of its cruelty, but because it reminded me of the meat that is associated with the sound.

"There will be beef for dinner."

“…….”

I guess I had similar imaginations of Xion. Raymond finished his work with a frown.

"Oh, what's that girl?"

Xion asked. Raymond picked up the girl's body. He's dead as expected. It must have cooled down.

"Oh, it's great of you to take care of that new whore."

Raymond laid the girl's body on the Duke's bed. It's hypocrisy, self-satisfaction that won't help anyone, but I still wanted to.

"That's nice."

"One more word and your voice won't hurt. Shut up if you want to keep a straight face.”

The girl with black hair was wearing plain racy clothes. Feeling uncomfortable, Raymond covered himself with a blanket.

"…Ah."

"What is it?"

"…you're not a whore."

Raymond saw that the girl's body was exceptionally clean. The child was not a whore. Raymond knows children who roll on the floor. And the features that resemble the Duke of Rutella. Pistol