The Resetting Lady

But the snow soon cooled down. Nancy muttered again with a perplexed look.

"Come on, come on, lady, trust me....”

Karen listened to the repeated words several times and drank the candle repeatedly, but nothing else came to mind.

"Not yet?"

Karen fiddled with her gun.

"I'll try again."

But it hasn't changed.

knock, knock

"Who is it?"

"What are you both doing all day?”

There was a stern voice from Helen, the housekeeper. Karen shouted in a hurry.

"I have something to talk to Nancy!"

"Lady, Dulan will be here in a few days, and we have a lot to prepare. Tell them to come out."

Nancy answered quietly.

"I have a lot of work to do."

Then, he gestures that he should go over the door. Karen answered because she was dumbfounded.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'd like to get your real memory back. If it doesn't work... Wouldn't there be no answer?.”

Karen was annoyed and reloaded her pistol. I don't know why this woman is so unhelpful. Let's just kill him and start over.

"Oh, my lady, wait a minute."

Nancy spoke in a hurry. People say anything when they are in a hurry. Karen smiled inwardly and said with a blank expression.

"Why?"

"I believe!"

"Believe it or not."

"No, no. Well, I'll say on the assumption that I believe."

I see Nancy desperately squeezing answers. Nancy rolls her head.

"Lady, if you're really 117?8? At that age, it's hard to remember."

"Why?"

"I don't think that's how much time has passed and I don't remember. No one can do 100 years of brainwashing.”

"…think of a way, think of a way."

Karen clenched her teeth. But Nancy shook her head.

"There's no answer but to wait and try slowly like other, real old people."

If we kill Nancy again, she'll be taken to court again? Karen put up with her irritation. It hasn't been long since he came back to life.

"After all, you're not helping."

"But if you give me the money, I'll do my best to help you."

Karen unwound Nancy after a long sigh. Next time, kill again, whatever. There's nothing we can do now, right? Karen decided to think about something else rather than killing for now.

Nancy brushed her tied wrist and grabbed Karen's hair.

"What?"

"You should comb your hair."

Karen sat down quietly. Nancy sighed at Karen's gun.

"Will you hold on to it all the time?"

"Do I look to believe you now?”

"What's the benefit of killing you, miss?”

You've killed me before. But you don't have to say that. Karen didn't say any more. Nancy didn't seem to have any intention of killing Karen, who had even pointed a gun at her now anyway.

"I've been fed, clothed and raised, so I'm attached to it."

"So you whispered in a country where a black-skinned man is a queen?”

"One day… maybe there could be a country like that. Well, there's a fairy tale.”

I told you not to dream here.He'll be the real enemy of his liver. Karen didn't tell Nancy any more.

a brainwashed and brainwashed person But the many days Nancy spoke of ended up being the basis for Karen's idea. Karen knows it's "normal" to think Nancy is black skin like Isella, but she couldn't think of it.

"I like girls in my own way."

"…yes."

Nancy deftly trimmed Karen's hair, tightened her corset and dressed her. When Karen got up, Nancy also got ready to go out of the room again.

"Do you have any coins, miss?"

"What coin?"

"Gold money."

"What?"

Karen seemed to have a throbbing heart for a moment. It wasn't much, but I felt that way somehow. This is because Nancy asked the fact that she didn't tell anyone.

Do you mean the coin that Karen held before she died?

"What, what gold?"

"As long as you don't know."

"…say it right."

"No, it's nothing."

"I'm the judge of that. Say it, properly."

Nancy said again with a daunted face.

"Dulan once told me. If you're holding a gold coin with a number on it, tell me right away."

"Dulan said something about coins."

Karen murmured. And I grabbed Nancy and said, "It's time to work."

"First of all, as soon as Duran comes, you say there are numbers there.”

"Yes, yes."

Nancy nodded one after another. Karen thought of the number. How old are you? How many times did I repeat? No. Karen knew she didn't have to calculate it.

"The number... 117."

It would be more advantageous to say the same number as before.

"Okay? Just tell me."

"Okay, I'll say that later."

Karen sat alone in Nancy's room and glared at the floor. Karen thinks of the coin, which was the only consolation in her repeated life.

"My coin..."

The coin I've been carrying for a hundred years. Karen thinks of the coin she's been holding on to.

"Where did he go?"

Karen lifts the blanket. Look on the table. And look at the floor. No. Karen fumbled in her memory. I don't know. Where is it?

"No…."

I've been looking for a long time, but I can't see it. I can't search every nook and cranny of the room. Come to think of it, the garden didn't even care about it. I must have left it in my previous life.

Karen flung herself down on the bed. I couldn't see it. No, it's been gone. Maybe it was when he died after falling off the tower.

No.

Karen runs to Nancy to remember the day before she pulled the gun with one hand and the trigger with one hand, saying she would keep her promise.

I was so excited that one of the big conditions was overturned that I didn't care about it. Karen herself made a mistake.

"I lost it…"

What I've been carrying for 100 years has disappeared. Karen became depressed. But after a while Karen woke up. You can't just stay still if you can't find it.

"…it's all right."

I'm fine with myself.

It's not much different. And I've died before, holding not only the coin but also other things in my hand. The coin itself was no different. Unfortunately, it was not a big problem in itself. If Nancy tells Duran the number as before, that's it.

It is not the coin itself that counts.

It is important that Duran knows that.

"Tell Dulan the number in the coin?"

Karen thought it would be herself who held it in her hand one day. But I can't remember clearly. From what point did he have it? I don't know, but knowing that means he's involved in some way or other way.

"What is he?"

How far does Duran know?

How far did he plan it?

Why does he know about coins that he has never told anyone?

What is he thinking?

Questions swirl in my head.

"How many do I have?”

Karen counts the number of bullets.

And I think of Duran. First, let's grab Dulan and torture him by cutting each finger. Then he'll tell the truth. How should I drive him? Do I need to take the medicine and bring it back? The man's weight is heavier than I thought. It was also quite difficult to bring Thomas' body directly into the basement. Where and how should I bring Duran?

Duran has not arrived yet. Duran will also not remember himself this time. Then let's drag him back into the room.

Karen slowly raised her hand and wondered how to deal with Dulan. What Duran said was true comfort did not come to her. He has to pay the price.

"You're dead."

Chew the flesh lightly.

Karen, who came back to life, found herself motivated. Let's work hard with this momentum. Deep thinking will only lead to despair. Let's move with hope.

Karen pulled the corners of her mouth, encouraging herself.

Let's Smile

But Karen felt a pain in her chest when she lost a coin. I felt a small sense of loss. It was as small as a coin but hard to ignore.

***

Same birthday party. The birthday of Young-ju's daughter, far from the capital, is not a big deal. Same people, same food, same music. But there is something else. Karen herself. Karen was waiting for Dulan with her eyes wide open. One leg of the skirt was loaded with daggers and a gun in the other.

Nancy also succeeded, so there's nothing wrong with calling her Dulan. Don't Nancy also cooperate with herself? Duran was on the same wavelength, so I believe he will cooperate with her.

If not, the gun will help him.

"Are you really going to do it?”

"You just have to fix it properly."

Nancy fixed them on Karen's both thighs with a half a frightened face and a half a bit chilling.

"Can this come off properly?"

"Yes…."

Karen pulled in her hand. It didn't fall out properly. Karen and Nancy moaned for a long time and managed to fix the gun.

"It's hard to breathe....”

"I can't help it. You have to connect it with a corset to fix it so it doesn't come off."

"Uh…."

Karen felt uncomfortable with the tight corset. Nancy was a little different from usual, maybe because she was nervous. The guns on the legs were cumbersome and I didn't like the head shape. The corset is also too tight.

Karen decided to pay Dulan back, including this.

If you get caught, snap your head.

And then a familiar voice pricked my ear.

"Kae, Karen Haier. Your husband... would you look like that if you were on your side?"

He's here!

Karen cheered. It's been a hundred years since he was so glad to see him. Karen met you well! I answered with a lot of pressure that I wanted to shout.

"Not yet.”

"…drug, soul."

"Anyway, not yet."

What is Duran? He was Karen's fiance.

His appearance, wearing a black priest's uniform on his fiance's birthday, seemed to have attended the funeral rather than celebrating his birthday. People around him saw him, and this time he was whispering, and he stared at him, unable to stand firm.

There was no hidden figure in the figure. Duran is just plain ugly.

"Well, what are you doing?”

Karen drew his clothes. Again, my clothes smelled of rain. And at the end of the hem, there is still water left that has been wiped off the mud. And it smells like weak wine. Did he drink alcohol? Karen glares down at Dulan, who glares at her. The eyes meet.

"Yes, you don't-- I know you're thinking, but I know."

Now Duran cannot know what Karen is thinking.

He was Catherine's assistant to Karen. Catherine wanted Karen to have true love. Nancy said he had sedated Karen. Most of the food she eats is from him who sent her a recipe.

“…….”

I want to take him away and kill him right away. I want to torture myself into throwing up the truth. I'd like to yell at you to stop being so coy.

Karen thinks. I doubt him.