The Resetting Lady

"We've arrived."

After a short wait in a rattling carriage, he arrived at the court. Raymond supports Karen. Karen sees a large building with a long horizontal axis. a huge arena of referees lined with enthusiasm The building's existence alone overwhelms people.

"Carran, I have to go in first."

"I know."

The defendant sits separately. Raymond and his wife were legally strangers because they hadn't even married yet. Because even if you're engaged and you've been in society together, you're legally strangers.

"…have you ever sat down? You're still."

"Lord Raymond, I'll stay put."

Karen cut off Raymond. Raymond anxiously looked down at Karen. Karen did not say any more. Raymond once held Karen's hand tightly.

"I'll see you afterwards.”

Raymond quickly climbed the stairs first. Karen sees him. Raymond's body passed the stairs and disappeared between the pillars. When he disappeared, the guards tapped Karen from behind. Stand up and hold the railing again.

"I'll be back in a little while."

"Okay, could you be more gentle?”

“…….”

Karen took a slow deep breath and took a light and headed toward the white-lit stairs.

Slices of saints look down at people through the white columns. He looks down at the criminals coming in. Karen looked at the door between the white columns. It was my first time here. It's not a misdemeanor, it's a royal assassin. Karen felt a bit unfamiliar with the first place she came.

“…….”

Karen climbed the stairs. Strangely, I felt light on my feet. I saw the guards. They opened the door looking at Raymond and Karen. Ironically, I came here as a sinner, and I feel like I'm being treated. After passing through the corridor where the light falls, he stands in front of the judge's door. And the door there also opens.

a profit on one's own

It's a judge. People are gathered. They are all solemn faces. People look down at Karen. The old judge in front, the prosecutor on the other side of him, the lawyer on the other side of him, the jury on both sides, Raymond on the front, the guards on the back, and the crowd watching them.

It's like.

Karen felt a slight sense of deja vu.

It's like a wedding.’

Eyes, eyes, eyes. Karen looks at people's faces. royalty, noblemen, noblemen. They are more luxurious audiences than weddings. Of course, there was no applause.

"She's the....”

"Oh, my God."

People are whispering something.

But it wasn't too loud. Karen looks at people with a sidelong glance. There were occasional acquaintances. I mean, most of them are aristocrats. Since the dead were royalty, the date of the trial seemed to be known to the least of the people. That was a relief. None of them would throw tomatoes or eggs at Karen. There was no change of clothes. Karen stepped into the courtroom.

a new angle

The shoes ring the black marble floor. A high white ceiling, on the other end, a judge sits as if officiating. Of course he will not bless Karen from the Holy Spirit.

a new angle

Karen pulled up her back and pulled her chin. This is her last courtesy. courtesy to Raymond Not doing the least bit of violence to those who have worked hard.

Karen is walking. Where she's supposed to sit, where she's guilty, where she's accused. White cloth hung over the place. It was a place to block people's eyes. It reminds me of a white cloth that covers the lid of a coffin. The reality is no different. Karen sat down. It was fortunate that the chair had a back and armrest. The sound of people's voices is heard through the cracks in the fabric.

"That's Karen Evans. Have you seen it?"

"Lord Raymond Sayertes' fiancée...But as you know, he was always."

"I'm too young...But with Prince Gwiz... Lewis…."

"The daughter of Catherine... Oh, my God. Really…."

Now he was all right about himself. It just moved in an inertial manner. Someone spoke and moved. If the trial was over...Karen was annoyed by the little buzzing and the way she looked at herself. What are they all doing? What does it mean to you now? To the self that is advantageous in the world.

All that remains now is courtesy and sincerity toward Raymond.

"…sigh."

Entering the cloth, Karen closed her eyes. It's all right. I just wished it would end soon. Karen is tired out.

with a thud

"Be quiet."

The buzz of the people died down. Someone is, uh, coughing.

"Before we begin the trial, we need time to mourn the loss of our future king."

It was very emotional, but it seemed to be through the jury. All drew the sign in silence. After all, most nobles are bound to be related by blood. Is it Gwiz or Lewis that they mourn? Karen stared blankly at their silence. It wasn't that long. It's not a time of mourning, it's a time of judgment.

After a short silence, a man speaks in a voice without a word.

"Last XX, XX, XX, terrible thing happened. The place is the basement of Trial Palace."

There is an explanation of what Karen has done. Karen hears a dry recitation of what she said. It was a new experience to organize what you did and hear it from others.

"Caran Evans sitting over there, Prince Gwiz."

"I strangled him to death."

I heard that Prince Gwiz was a handsome man in his own way when he was young, but it was ugly when he died. Did Catherine choose it based on her face? In fact, if she had died dozens or hundreds of times, she might have had nothing to do with anyone at the end.

When did Prince Gwiz reveal such a hobby? Next time, let's just be Prince Gwizu's mistress and ask about Catherine. Although he hated secondhand goods, even such taboos are meaningless in the face of eternity.

"Cut your maid into pieces."

Donna... Karen thinks of a round-faced maid. Karen didn't know much about Donna. Donna doesn't know much about Karen. They didn't know each other at the same time. Donna was only a temporary replacement after Nancy disappeared. But Karen liked the courage she showed at the end. It was good to see human's persistence not to give up at the end. Because now he doesn't even have it. Next time... next time.

"It is undeniable that Karen Evans' necklace strangled Prince Gwizu. Countess Elba. Have you ever seen her wearing this necklace?"

"…yes, her necklace is clear."

Before I knew it, Count Elba's wife was also present as a witness. I wonder if Lady Ryan is here, too. But I guess he didn't come. Karen looked through the cloth but couldn't see it.

"What more words do I need?”

"What you're talking about is too much speculation. First of all, we need to know about Prince Gwiz. Please look at this."

The lawyer stands up and speaks in a distinct voice.

The prosecutor is embarrassed. Then the lawyer refutes, and the story continues endlessly one by one. There was a strange sense of reality. Is it because the eyes are blocked with white cloth? Karen just said yes to the chair.

"Prince Gwiz is a serial killer."

They seem to be talking about something interesting outside. Lawyers argue nicely, prosecutors refute again, people are buzzing, judges hammering and quiet! "Silent!" he shouts.

“…….”

The Marquis seems to have prepared with Raymond in his own way. Even though Prince Gwiz killed him, there were small but clear curses about him outside. It was felt beyond a thousand that people looked at each other.

The crown prince died anyway, and the crown prince died.

Now that the Marquis of Pancair has decided to fully raise Raymond Seyertes' hand, it is crazy to openly express hostility to Karen.

"The defendant's behavior in the basement was to protect Prince Louis."

What did Raymond decide to give to the Marquis of Pancake? Karen leaned back against the chair. It was going better than I thought. He didn't care if he was sentenced to death. No, he's already been executed in a different sense. In its own way, Raymond was making efforts, and the results were showing.

Is this the end of my life?

You're done with Raymond? And the end is the same anyway, but why does it end when you die? Karen was curious about that. Did my mother do the same? Did my grandmother do the same? Did they just pass it on because they didn't want to live again?

Was it anyone who didn't care?

Karen looks at Raymond's golden hair through the cloth. The man Karen picked out.

"For me… for courtesy."

Raymond didn't say love.

"I think I really love you."

Even though he confessed so, he knew it. It is to know that Karen can never love him with an equal heart. Karen closed her eyes and opened them. I can see him at first glance through the white cloth. The sun comes in and he is as beautiful as ever. Raymond doesn't change.

“…….”

He will die now. I will die in the future. And the bridle doesn't change. I don't know how to live in the future. the silence of eternity I am afraid to think ahead.

but

"Your Honor, thoughtful jurors. Please think about it."

Karen didn't know what to say about her feelings.

Sympathy? Impressed? But even if Raymond didn't answer, even if Raymond didn't help, I didn't like that effort was useless.

Will he die next to him this time?’

She would never love Raymond Seyertes, but Karen wanted to keep that much courtesy. It weighs about that much.

The trial came to an end. Karen sat and closed her eyes, tired of wiggling her fingers. Before I knew it, the sun was deep into the courtroom from the western window, and it was languid. As people were getting tired, the judge banged the judge's stick.

"Now there will be a final questioning."

Is it finally over? Karen straightened up. Even in his own eyes, the atmosphere in the court was not so bad. Under the law of this country, where jurors' judgments are highly influential, most nobles will be driven by their own interests. And the followers of Prince Gwiz were shocked by Prince Gwiz's misdeeds, and they seemed a little soft on Karen.

But it was then.

"Wait, Judge. The last witness has arrived."

The prosecutor spoke urgently. The judge polished the glasses. He looks through the list of witnesses and evidence presented by the prosecutor and collects eyebrows.

"…you added it late. All right, come on in.”

"Yes."

The door opens. Who is it now? Karen turned her eyes through the cloths.

The door opens.

Someone's coming in.

Oh, Karen almost shouted for joy.

It's you again. I can hear the sound of shoes. the quiet sound of the court Karen Haier can hear someone talking. I can hear someone's laughter. the derision of Karen a derision of fate

Where are you gonna die this time?

It must be hard.

"Verdick Evans and his daughter, Icela Evans."

Clear, clear, clear.

Icela Evans walks into the quiet courtroom.