The Resetting Lady

"Would it have been easier if I had just died with my parents?”

Raymond asked the priest in confession. The relative, the priest, answered, clasping his clothes.

"God gives tests to his loved ones. Don't doubt his love."

"Did God take such a test because he loved you?"

"…his meaning is so… It's so deep that sometimes it's hard for people to understand."

However, the words of the priest did not touch Raymond. However, Raymond did not express his anger to the priest. Because he was too young to talk about the injustice of life to an adult. But there was frustration. So Raymond asked.

"Did you say that to anyone else?”

"…yes. The test he's taking... It's too difficult. We're just begging you not to let us take the test, just to give us the test we'll take."

"Did your parents fail the test?”

Think of your parents. Raymond was not convinced. The priest quickly denied his suspicions. You have to say the right words to the child. You have to soothe him.

"No, that's not true. It's just that good people die quickly. There will be too much work to do in heaven.

"Are the survivors not nice? Are you and I still suffering because we're sinners?

“…….”

The brigadier's face looked distressed. If Raymond was a little older, he wouldn't bother his relatives with questions like that, and the country priest who lived faithfully. But Raymond was young and suffocated by his pain.

"Wasn't it more painful to be buried with your parents than to take a test?"

"Lamond!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't say that. It's a blessing to be alive. And it's wrong to think of death. Don't ever say that in front of me again. If you do not care about the life the Lord has given you, you will go to hell."

Why is it wrong for a living person to think of death? Why is it a sin to want to go to his arms and to the arms of his loved ones before he sins because it is hard to live? Questions continue endlessly with their tails, but Raymond can no longer open his mouth about the dead.

It was because the face of the new building also looked distressed.

So Raymond asked something easier.

"How can I get along with my brother?”

The gentleman's face lit up slightly at the question.

This is because talking to a brother who is at odds with his brother is not more burdensome than talking to his lost parents.

"The baron is sick. I'm sure you can overcome it if you endure and help me as a family.”

I'm fine.

You're sick.

Raymond thought so. Light shines again in the sky. And Raymond decided to try. He is not sick, and the baron is sick. And there must be a reason for that. The reason why people don't understand. There is no need to be frustrated by it. There is no reason to be sad. People have limitations.

All you have to do is forgive and love your brother.

Let's do our best.

Sick people don't have to hate. There is no need to hate.

One's duty as a family is to love.

It is to love and cherish.

"This is my brother Raymond."

And one day the man came.

Verdick Evans.

***

When Raymond first met Verdick, he could not erase the impression that he had somehow seen his face. He was a young man to be middle-aged, and an old man to be young.

"Mr. Raymond. Good morning."

"Yes. Your name is….”

"This is Verdick Evans. I'm sure you've met him before. I was in the capacity of a sponsor for a meeting hosted by Count Landon."

Where did we meet? Raymond fumbled in his memory. I searched through my own not-so-long experience, but I wasn't sure. Raymond has hardly yet met any of his other aristocrats on his own. And when he was with his family, he didn't have to be so responsible. Because I wasn't old enough.

"I'm sorry. I've been so busy lately, Mr. Berdick Evans."

But now she can remember and to act.

Raymond held Berdick's hand and shook hands. moderate grip, moderate height man The softness of the hands did not seem to enjoy hunting. Raymond thought so, holding his hands strangely smooth. Berdick grinned as he held the hands together.

"You don't have to. It's a lie."

"…yeah?"

"I told you a lie, Mr. Raymond. It's a bit of a joke.

Raymond's embarrassment seems to be interesting. Berdick turns to the Baron and talks with a smile on his face.

"As the baron said, you're a good master who can't even tell a little lie."

"As you can see, I'm healthy. He looks good."

"Yes, I think so. Now... you look a lot like your old baron."

Verdick then stared at Raymond's chin and grabbed his shoulder.

"He's pretty tall for his age, and I think he'll be much taller. All right."

"What are you doing?”

Raymond struck Berdick's hand. It was unpleasant. It was rude to get too close to each other in the first sight. Furthermore, his attitude was not meant to express intimacy.

Product.

It was an eye for a cow or a sheep.

"I'm offended. Why are you doing this to me?”

When Raymond complained to Berdick, the baron growled.

"Laymond, be polite to Mr. Berdick."

It was a remark that made Berdick more conscious.

"Haha, don't push me too hard. Aren't you still young? We have to get along well."

Why would a man you're seeing for the first time try to interfere in his family's problems? Who's this strange man who tells his relatives a story that they might recommend carefully? But Raymond couldn't speak hastily. Both of them didn't care about themselves and were talking.

"If you don't like it, I'll keep my attitude strong."

"No, no. That's okay... but I think we need an education.”

"…I'll be very clear."

"So. Well."

Verdick smiled with his eyes a little embarrassing and looked at Raymond. The baron turned to Raymond.

"Mr. Berdick Evans. I'd like to ask you what you're talking about with my brother.”

"You have a slightly provocative temperament."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Berdick. Get out, Raymond. There's something I need to talk to adults about.”

"No, there should be a masculine side, too."

Raymond stood up for the attitude he didn't care about. Because the Baron clenched his fist.

Raymond woke up and saw Berdick's greasy hair. And I knew why I thought I'd seen him when I'd never seen him. Because he looked like a very ordinary noble man. Like desperately decorating.

Berdick left the castle a long time later. Raymond quickly knocked on the Baron's office as soon as he left. Fear of the baron was beyond curiosity. What's more, it's a story about yourself.

"Marriage? Me?"

"I was engaged when I was your age. He's been broken off because of his depreciation. How good is it? You're going to be a son-in-law of a rich family. I don't know because you're young, but the Evans are really rich. That's great."

Raymond sat in his chair and held back his groaning. It's commonplace.

"No way, you wouldn't say you'd live your life your own way under our circumstances."

How many men and women get married according to each other's conditions even if the family doesn't fall. Even his parents decided to marry him through the introduction of his family. It was decided a lot earlier than he thought, but it is not common and tragic. It's okay.

"…no."

"You should."

Yeah, it's common. But the baron had to talk. I had to tell you how much my price was.

"How much did you get?”

"That's not something you'd be curious about."

How much did I get paid? How much is my body worth? How much did you pay for a woman and a child I didn't even know? How much did you pay to keep your brother's bulky body? Raymond swallowed an indescribable horse.

"I hate him.”

"It's up to you to hate it, but don't show it in front of you."

The baron seemed to be quite satisfied with the deal, so he seemed to be relaxed for a long time. So Raymond felt more pressure. What did the face look like full eat?

"My eyes looked like they were choosing livestock.”

Your eyes looked like you were looking at defective products.

When the baron heard Raymond, he waved his hand as if it were poetic. Like chasing flies.

"Sure. The thing is, he's decided to buy most of our land."

What? Raymond looked at the baron as he was getting more and more amazing. The baron looked into Raymond's eyes. The cheeks twitched.

"Why... did you sell it? The top... no. I need to discuss... I don't think it's necessary, but still, it's a land that's been coming down. Why... all of a sudden?"

Raymond felt thirsty. Marry yourself, sell your land, drink every night and no longer go to the temple. You weren't interested in the territory either. Why? Then just stay still.

"Our land is getting worse and worse now. He has to sell it when he can at the price he's supposed to buy. I've decided to double it. I'll sell it before it gets any more known."

What are you talking about? Raymond thought slowly and looked up.

"…doesn't Mr. Berdick know that our land is getting sick?"

"Yes."

Of course not. The disadvantage is to hide it and sell it. That's the basis of the deal.

The baron can hear Raymond's ear. But it sounded so cheap and cowardly.

"Okay."

"What."

"I have to tell Mr. Berdick. It's a scam."

"Sit down again."

"No."

"Sit down again, Raymond!"

A thick hand faces Raymond. The baron's arm holds Raymond's head. But that's it. The baron is too dull and Raymond is fast. Some golden hair is being pulled out. But Raymond stormed out of the door.

"You can't stand there!"

He's running. Raymond knew that he had grown again. The pain in his joints was not just because the baron hit him. Raymond screamed as he ran.

"James! Xenon! Emil! Get anyone out of here!"

"Everyone will die if they hear that!"

Raymond ran.