The Resetting Lady

I'm pregnant. It's over now.

“…….”

Pregnancy and end. Is that what you think it is? Karen closed her eyes and opened them. Let's not think about it yet. Mother conceived herself and passed on her return. But maybe it's something else. Like going to a place where you really don't know, or getting something.

Karen turned the back page.

I'm losing my appetite. I want to eat fruit.

This time it was a story about normal post-conception symptoms. Karen had a complaint that she wouldn't have to go through. Karen turned it over again.

Phallacs.

Prince Gwiz visited again. You're going to die.

Phallacs.

“…….”

to have none

Karen turned it over again. Then I opened the back of the bookcase.

Still not.

"…oh, come on!"

Karen threw her diary on the floor. Empty. Catherine must have been quite a lazy person. The diary had only a few front pages written and was soon all empty. I ended up writing a diary.

"Mom!"

Karen walked down the ladder in a huff and angrily. My diary was completely empty when I looked forward to it.

"That's too much, really!"

Karen stamped her feet while reading the diary that fell on the floor. It was disappointing. When I saw him in the house where the fire broke out, I thought there would be something, but nothing.

"Mr. ..."

Karen picked up the diary that fell on the floor and stuck it anywhere. I endured what I wanted to tear apart. Then, he poked out his lips looking at Catherine hanging high in his study. I got angry.

"That's too much."

Shouldn't you help me out and live a long life? Like her, Catherine expected that she would record the details as much as possible. But there's nothing left. As a mother, as a senior in life, I have no sincerity. Karen blew her top. If you were yourself, you wouldn't do that. If it's you, do your best.

"…if it were me."

But Karen soon found out that she didn't keep a diary. If she dies as soon as she gives birth to a daughter, her daughter will also curse herself for being lazy.

"No, but I'm in a different situation....”

It is because it is meaningless to record because it dies every year. There are no records left, so one coin that left the number of times is the end. Karen defended herself like that. I was a little shy, but I couldn't stand the swelling, either.

“…….”

However, it is also less powerful to get angry at the portraits.

Karen flopped down on the floor. There could be dust, but it didn't bother me. Karen lay flat on her back. The portrait was not seen properly because of the darkness. Karen lies down and thinks. What is the best way to move? What should I do now?

“…….”

Despite the sound of gunfire, the mansion was still. I guess today is just that day. The first night that doesn't change much.

The diary is out of date. There is no writing left. So what should you do now?

"…Of course."

Karen woke up. He seems so excited that something has changed that he seems to be anxious.

"Dulan."

"Now there will be real comfort.”

Karen thought so just before she died. Maybe I could really die this time. But it wasn't. What changed was the day of death. Something has changed, but it is hardly comforting.

"What's comforting?”

Karen fiddled with the gun. Karen saw that her burned-out house was intact, and as soon as she kept her promise with Nancy, she searched for her diary, but there was no particular income. Comfort or whatever. On the first day when Duran hasn't even come to the mansion yet. Think about what you can do. A diary is useless. If then,

"I'm so…"

If there is no record, of course there is a person. Karen reloaded the gun. You need to get the information out of someone else.

Actually, I should've done this from the beginning.Karen was a little excited and realized that her behavior was Jung-gu District Heating. But that's okay. Now you don't have to make a clumsy mistake and stay for the rest of the year. If you make a mistake, let's kill ourselves with a bullet in the head.

"The first time, of course... Of course."

Karen moved back to Nancy's room where she had just visited. Now that she has kept her promise, it's her turn to do what she needs.

"Oh, so if I kill him this time, should I die again next time?”

Karen agonized with a gun. But he shook his head. He's been dead a lot, so he'll let that go.

knock, knock

It was different from when he was beaten as strong as before. A little calmer, Karen beat for a while instead of banging on the door roughly. Knock, knock, until it opens. After a longer period of time, the door slowly opened, and the sound of Bolmen came out.

"Lady, it's still dawn....”

Nancy opened the door with a face full of irritation and tiredness. And I rubbed my eyes looking at Karen. It's the same situation as before. She also says the same thing as before.

"Did you have a nightmare?”

I had nightmares. Actually, I'm still having nightmares. But he will now have a new morning. And she will have to help.

"Yes, shall we go to my room?”

"Well, that girl... What's that?”

Nancy quivered and asked. Karen found her question rather funny.

"You know what. If you make a loud noise, I'll shoot you in the face.”

Karen grinned and put a pistol into Nancy's face. Nancy shut her mouth. I think I'm wide awake. Karen shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, and slowly pulled her out of the room.

"We've got a lot to talk about, haven't we?”

Nancy's story as she trembled was a story Karen might have expected.

Catherine brought Nancy to Karen, who was constantly depressed. And made him think he was in a fairy tale.

"Why?"

"You didn't want to get pregnant and have children, you wanted to let them see something new. He wanted to live a more pure and beautiful life."

He seemed to have spoken more openly and candidly to those who were not his father. Karen chewed her lips well and said,

"…I don't understand.”

Karen mumbled at the gun. I couldn't understand myself. Why do you have to let us go back to the side? Why do you have to do that? Catherine's treatment of Karen was not consideration.

"But the lady at the time was extremely nervous and depressed when she heard the story.”

"Pregnancy, childbirth, death, that's my life's goal? Is that all?"

The cry moved Catherine. And changed Karen's life completely.

"Just... with that."

Catherine shouldn't have done that. Karen felt like crying. You shouldn't have twisted the truth like that even if you don't like it. Catherine should have just told Karen the truth.

But now Karen could vaguely guess why Catherine did it.

Catherine must have been tired of Prince Gwiz. Karen's journal, which was thrown away in a fit of nerves, was extremely unfaithful, but her anger at Prince Gwiz was also evident there.

'Guys are back again. You're dead, son of a gun.

My grandmother is a great queen, my grandmother is a countess, and my mother is a baron. The title fell exponentially. Women have chosen men by their own standards.

Her maternal grandmother married the great Duke, but Catherine married the baroness. I didn't think the prince would have proposed to her properly. Karen knows that Prince Gwiz is not a romantic, as people say. His courtship must have been violent for Catherine, too.

Maybe the mother didn't even love her father. No one is in love and may just get married as given. Maybe my father was my mother's best.

Prince Gwiz would have come after marriage. It would have been no pleasure for Catherine. It's just a bother. The courtship of the royal family was not love but violence. Katherine had no choice, only ran away and ran. Perhaps Karen's crying, her daughter, drove her further.

So that only love can be chosen.

All that is just Karen's guess. Karen, however, thought Catherine must have inspired her own wish by giving her that story.

A perfect love story that you couldn't get your hands on.

But it was misplaced from the beginning. Karen is infertile. Her plan is as poor as a sand castle in front of the waves.

Karen will continue to... Karen shook her head. Something has changed this time. It can be different in the future.

"…I don't think it matters what she was thinking right now.”

Nancy seemed a little surprised by Karen's answer.

"I see. You must be disappointed to hear that."

Karen ignored her accusations and asked the point.

"Can you bring back my memory?”

"Maybe?"

Nancy replied.

"How?"

"Let this go first."

with a click

"It's real…"

Nancy said in tears. Karen agonized. Memories were returning from time to time. Nancy was not such a weak woman that she couldn't control Karen, who was lying still, even though she was crying like that. She was also a woman who had killed Karen before.

"Don't touch me anymore."

Karen was sick and tired of it. I was tired of the darkness. I'm tired of going through the truth.

"The memory isn't completely back. But it keeps coming back.”

Nancy incited in a quiet voice.

"Don't wait any longer, but wouldn't you come back sooner if you had my help?”

If anything helps, should I get something from her? I can die quickly now anyway.

"…but I won't untie what I tie.”

"I really don't."

"How do you believe that?”

Nancy thought for a moment and suggested.

"You just need to give me more money."

"…you're so shameless."

At Karen's words, Nancy seemed determined to be brazen. She straightened out her chest and spoke clearly.

"I only move for money. If you give me more than the amount you suggested, I will fully cooperate.”

It's plausible.

Karen knows Nancy has a rather bad hand. Nancy was good at her job, but she couldn't work elsewhere for a long time and was kicked out. It was due to the habit of hands that he could not overcome even with hypnosis. Nancy would keep poking things into her pocket if she had something she wanted. Now that I think about it, the reason why Haier turned a blind eye to it was because Nancy needed hypnosis.

"…you stole Isela's necklace, too."

Why didn't I suspect Nancy? Karen thought of it. Nancy was slapped on the cheek by Isela on the day she was obviously upset.

"Who is Isela?”

Hasn't he appeared yet? Karen ignored Nancy's question and answered.

"Okay, first I'll give you ten silver coins.”

Nancy's eyes widened. It was her three-month salary.

"How could you?”

"You stole my dad's keys."

"I didn't get there either....”

"If you succeed, you'll get ten gold coins."

Nancy's eyes burned with a firm will.

The contract was concluded.