The Resetting Lady

The Marquis closed his mouth. Then he fell into silence again. But it didn't last that long. He opened his mouth.

"Explain why Karen Evans didn't commit a crime. An explanation that would convince me, in detail.”

Never mind. Raymond said, scratching his fountain pen on the parchment, in front of the Marquis of Pancair.

"If you reveal your collection, it would be quite convincing to say that Karen killed Prince Gwiz in an accident while struggling."

"You want us to take into account the loss of the royal honor?”

"I'll pay you that much."

Raymond pointed to himself. The Marquis shook his head.

"Prince Louis."

"I'm sure he... Prince Gwizu stabbed it."

"Didn't Karen say she had a knife?"

"Yes, but it's not Karen, it was stabbed by your King."

"Proof?"

"I can't give you any evidence, but it was Prince Gwizu who first lowered the knife on the wall. He used the knife first, and then Karen picked it up."

It was right when I thought about it step by step.

"The possibility of first killing Gwiz, then Lewis?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I can't reach the key."

"Aha."

It was a simple fact.

"Looking at the sequence, first Prince Gwizu lowered the sword. Of course, it's only him who can get it off. And that knife to King Louis... Actually, I don't understand. But the heir to the first throne is Prince Gwizu. You just had to wait."

The Marquis of Pancake was passed by insignificantly.

"Because he's royal. So as Gwiz and Lewis were fighting, Karen strangled him from behind...Then why did you lift the sword again?"

"It's probably because of her maid."

"The maid? Oh, there was one more. Why not?"

The fact that Donna was there was quickly forgotten. But Raymond could see why she died.

"Her arms and legs were found in Count Elba's mansion...Prince Gwiz sent this to Karen. It's been a long time since it dried up, and features have confirmed it belongs to her."

And the reason Karen killed Donna is simple.

"It's for euthanasia."

"Sigh."

The Marquis rubbed his temples with his hands. He didn't seem to understand well.

"So why did she say she killed them all?"

Raymond seemed to know why.

"It's…."

To start over. in order to drive oneself to death I thought death penalty would be more fun than suicide. I just thought it was a new experience.

"I have a... mental illness."

Raymond could only say that. The Marquis of Pancair sighed and held Raymond's shoulder.

"What you're saying is just a guess. Most of the trials consist of confessions and witnesses. And His Majesty wants the criminal. He was furious that he lost his children."

"…I see."

I thought I'd be like that. The Marquis replied.

"At least make sure your fiancee doesn't talk nonsense. I'll try my best.”

"Thank you."

Raymond got up from his seat. You have to persuade Karen. Life is precious. You can't give up until the end. Even if you throw away all your honor and pride in the gutter.

"Why is Prince Gwizu... I don't think she liked you so much. But she's just a little girl."

Raymond thought of the little royal family who looked up to him with anticipation. I felt like my stomach was getting hot. I was too young to die like that.

"The royal family is a competitor. Not a child. And so far, Gwiz has... Ever since Prince Louis was born, he's been haunted by the delusion that he's not his own child. Well, it's not a delusion."

"…yeah?"

"I thought you knew. Your Highness is the late son you saw from the mistress, Mrs. Bercelle. There was some sort of deal between the dead prince and the current king."

"…was it?"

"I don't know if the princess was a three-year-old or not, because she didn't have children. Maybe it was your problem."

The Marquis rose with a bitter smile.

"Whatever it takes, he'll think of your fiancee as his enemy. One son, two sons, maybe one son and one grandson. What's so important about that? You should try to soothe your fiancee. I have to go to His Majesty.”

***

"…Caran Evans is coming soon."

"Yes."

Raymond went to the prison where Karen Evans was locked up. The place where Karen was held was where the political prisoners were held because she killed her royal successors of the royal family. If Karen had been killed by a maid like Donna, she would have been trapped in a dangerous place and a plaything for male prisoners and executives, but she killed too big a mogul. So, ironically, Karen was neat and safe.

"Come out, please.

"Thank you."

Karen opened the door and approached Raymond with the eyes of the guards. It was different from ordinary prisons. There were tables and chairs here, such as ordinary rooms, carpeted floors, and even a painting of the Virgin Mary on the walls. But prison is prison.

The guards stood expressionless with guns and ropes, and by the window there was a spear. However, Karen's face seemed extremely calm, as if it were not a prison. Karen had a slight smile.

"Lord Raymond, you look awful. Make it neat and tidy."

After hearing the blow, Raymond laughed bitterly and pulled the chair in front of Karen. Since there was no servant, he had to pull it for himself. Karen sat on a chair that Raymond took out. as if it were natural

"You are still pretty."

Even in this situation. When will Karen get ugly? Raymond suddenly thought of that. In the midst of this, why is this woman so pretty? Did he go crazy? However, no matter how Raymond felt when he saw Karen, Karen seemed insignificant.

"Thank you."

Raymond, who actually wandered around, became more tired and messy. Raymond sat at the table in front of Karen. The guards were watching from behind. Raymond told them.

"I want you to leave for a while.”

"It's impossible."

"What am I going to do here? It's just that it's kind of hard as my fiance."

Raymond handed over a gold coin pocket. No guards were taken.

"I'm not taking it."

"Come on."

Karen giggled as they had a little scuffle.

"Wow, Lord Raymond. Now you're paying him a bribe? It's corrupted."

"…carren."

Raymond's face turned slightly red. Raymond hurriedly turned his head, and the guard stepped back with a funny face.

"I'll be right outside the door. And I'll leave the door open. Not anymore."

"Yes."

Karen put her hands on the table with sparkling eyes. It was like playing a game.

"Hmm, are you interrogating me? It's funny. I thought it would end up like this."

"Is this situation interesting?"

"What can I do if it's not fun?"

We've already confessed our love since the starry night, but we knew that love wouldn't come true.

"Caran, the Marquis of Pancair will be the next king."

"Oh, really? Oh, now that Prince Louis is dead...I wonder what the coronation will be like."

Prince Louise, you're...Raymond tried not to think any more.

"You may be able to see it."

"I don't think so."

You know why not. Karen put her arm on the table and put her chin on it. Stretch your legs. Up and down. I can feel my feet shaking. You can't save me. It's too late. Looking at her protesting manner, Raymond sat down and put his hands together. You have to persuade.

"Listen to me, Karen. At least you shouldn't lie if you want to live."

"I confessed, and I'll be executed for my sins. Sir Raymond, why are you here?”

"Because you didn't kill."

"Well, Lord Raymond."

Tuck, Karen hit Raymond's leg across from her shoes. The shoes didn't hurt because they didn't have heels.

"It's my necklace string that strangled Prince Gwiz. Can't you get the picture?"

"Prince Gwizu is a serial killer, and you're just trying to escape being kidnapped."

Karen frowns at Raymond's rebuttal. It's a face that says it's not fun.

"That's what the story?”

"Yes."

"Oh, dear."

Karen swept her hair down with her fingers.

"I killed Prince Louis and Donna.”

"The sword that was stuck in King Louis hung beyond your reach. Also, Donna... I'm already badly hurt. You showed mercy.”

"No, I don't think so."

"That's right. Tell me what's not."

“…….”

Karen blinked her eyes. Then I thought for a moment and saw Raymond with his chin still on. My eyes are going up.

"To be honest, it hurts my pride that I can't surpass Prince Gwiz."

"…is that so."

"Yes, I wanted to be strong...But that's what it looks like in the end. I don't know what I have in mind, what I have in mind, what I have in mind, and that doesn't come out. I look weak to you.”

Raymond took out the paper he had brought, listening to Karen's sigh.

"The lawyer is coming tomorrow, and the trial begins in three days."

Karen looks at Raymond with a look of boredom.

"Oh, my God... Lord Raymond, didn't you give up?”

"Yes, you didn't kill him. The trial hasn't even started."

"Prince Gwiz... Let's stop. Sir Raymond, look. Look carefully. What do you see?”

"I see a pretty girl.”

Karen looked like she wanted to tear up Raymond.

"I told him to stop making boring jokes.”

"…I'll try."

"What do you think of Prince Louis?"

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Raymond was heartbroken when he thought of Prince Louis looking up at him. But right now, we have to save the person who can save it first. Karen looks at Raymond.

"Lord Raymond, you can start over. Me, you, Prince Louis... Even Donna."

"After you died?"

"I live again. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. And you can't persuade me.”

Raymond did not say. Karen doesn't understand. In court, Karen said to the judge, "I killed them all. I'll take the death penalty.' And you don't need any preparations.

They don't really know even if they try everything, but Karen has no will to live. Proof of circumstances cannot beat confession. If a large number of corpses are to be directly related to the prince, they must have confessions from his subordinates. They decided to be the Marquis of Pancake. The trial will not be known until it is over. But Raymond was hanging on to the zero chance.

"Life... It's too light for you."

"Death is light."

"…why did you tell me to love you?"

"I want to die.”

Raymond asked.

"So are you satisfied now?"

Karen opens her eyes round. Look at Raymond's face. Raymond didn't know what face he was wearing. But I felt miserable.

"Lord Raymond, are you angry?"

"Carran, at least try to live. Don't blaspheme life."

"Sigh."

Karen sighed. Then he lowered his eyes.

"After all, you don't trust me."

“…….”

"Lord Raymond, I'm not afraid of being executed. I'll live again. And actually I'm hoping for more of that. This life is really chaotic, and I don't know about your love...I don't understand. But I understand you're trying."

"Carran."

Karen opened her eyes straight. I made eye contact with Raymond, and I pulled up my back. She made up her mind.