The Resetting Lady

The beginning is always the same. The gray sky, the drizzling drizzle. Karen blinked her eyes in the unshowed garden.

What is this?

“…….”

Karen is dead.

It was a good thing that he died right away and started again. Karen knew that she had been killed by someone as soon as she killed Duran. It's so empty.

"…hahaha…"

A laugh comes out of the mouth.

Karen was thrilled by the absurdly fast death.

This time, he killed Duran. And soon someone else killed him.

"My Lord!"

And that voice was one that he knew. How is the relationship twisted without his knowledge?

"What's Bowen's relationship with Dulan?"

Nancy answered calmly, looking at Karen with a gun aimed at her.

"Dulan said he was loyal to Bowen after he healed his mother.”

I thought you were just a servant. Was he too complacent? Karen sighed and asked more.

"What was he doing before?"

"The butcher."

"…play with each other."

Somehow I wasn't surprised to see myself killing Mrs. Dair. Karen was just giggling at the time, but in retrospect, his behavior was not very normal.

"If you do this, we're the only ones who get tired."

Would a common servant be so grumpy and lie about cleaning up the body in an ordinary way? Usually, they will yell, they don't know what to do, or they will report it. Karen is just the daughter of the lord, not like a princess of the kingdom.

But Bowen's actions were those of a man who saw the most obvious. He expected Karen to do so.

If Donna had seen herself or if Nancy had seen her, she wouldn't have thought of settling it so naturally.

"How far does Duran know?”

"Well, I don't know... ?”

No matter how employed and how ordered he was to be taken care of no matter what he did, it is hard to expect Karen to kill a man.

"Because I'm nicer than you think?"

“…….”

"Really. I held it in for a long time.”

Have you not endured it for 100 years? Karen prides herself that 100 years has been a long time. It is not the 100th year of the average old man, but the 100th year of the 17th.

"What do you believe? How far do I have to expect to behave like that?”

Karen had a hard time figuring out how far Duran had in mind. But it was clear what she should do. Her goal is right next to her. Maybe, from the beginning.

"I'm going to kill Duran, too.”

You'll die if you try. still torture Maybe I'll get an answer someday. Karen didn't lose hope.

***

Karen then killed Duran three times and Bowen three times.

***

"What's the matter with you?"

"What... what, what?”

Nancy asked, looking at the gun pointing to her forehead.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot.”

Karen remembered that Nancy had already spoken to each other. The time of death has decreased so much that my memory is more chaotic. Karen soothed Nancy by covering her shoulders.

"Don't be nervous. It's disgusting to think of Dulan."

"Yes, yes."

Karen still didn't like Nancy very much. It is because of Nancy and Duran in front of her that her memories are fluctuating like this.

But there's no one like Nancy to share this. Karen shook her head and said,

"I've been killed by Bowen three times."

"Oh, yes…."

The answer was rather vague.

"…didn't you say you believed?”

"I believe. I swear by real money."

"I'm good at saying that I have a piercing mouth.”

Karen threw a silver coin on the bed in spite of Nancy. Nancy shook and snatched quickly.

"I want to kill Dulan."

"Because you think Dulan knows the truth?”

"Yes, I finally cut off Dulan's finger last time, but he didn't say much."

"…I must have really miseducated you. I didn't raise him like this."

"It's Nancy."

When she calls herself, Nancy sets an angle to her posture again with her face, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"You tried to kill Dulan, but you failed. So what?"

“…….”

Karen held her breath. This is because Nancy also feels like she's secretly looking down on herself.

"Listen to me."

"Yes."

There is nothing you can do about feeling superior to others who think they can control their minds. That's why he has such a light attitude. But Karen didn't have enough time to watch Nancy act like that.

"If it sounds like a joke, I can cut off one of your fingers and start. Do you think he'll punish me for that? Or do you think you'll fix it?”

“…….”

"Do it right."

"Yes."

It is a job for owners to correct their attitudes, but I am sick and tired of catching them one by one.

Each time she threatens Nancy's gun, and a few days later, when Duran comes to visit, she twists him into the room and tries to kill Dulan and dies of Bowen.

"Wouldn't killing Bowen make it easier to kill Dulan?”

"How are you going to kill him?”

"You should think from now on."

Nancy shook her head to Karen.

"Don't do that."

"I won't be told that murder is bad.”

"No, that's not it.”

Nancy spoke more realistically.

"Bowen's personality is really dirty. My hands are dirty."

"He said he was a butcher."

"Yes, but as far as I know… Some people even say that they didn't just kill animals, but also treat people. You know that servants and maids don't get along very well, right?

"Yes."

"One of them is Bowen. People are basically insidious. It's because I was neatly ironed, but it was really worse in the past.”

Nancy complained about Bowen for a long time after that.

Bowen doesn't listen very well except for Duran and the lord. If you don't work properly and the people around you don't work properly, you'll be criticized.From then on, it was said that sometimes people drink alcohol and vent their anger on hounds. Later, he even said that he would often go to the bathroom and pass the work on to others.

Karen's conclusion was simple when she heard a stream of complaints among users.

'They're in a bad relationship.'

Karen remembered Bowen's outspoken skill in recovering Nancy's body. Later, (probably) Duran connected his limbs to a liver funeral, but there was a clear malice in hitting it.

Although Karen didn't understand why they were so estranged while working together, Nancy spent a long time talking about how bad Bowen is.

"So what do you want to say in the end?”

"If you want to kill Bowen, I'm all for it. But first, it's going to be physically challenging. Secondly, it was Bowen who kept reporting Lady Karen's behavior to Dulan."

"You weren't one?”

"At least two. It caused a lot of friction. I've been looking at that pervert, pretending I wasn't, and I've been looking at your underwear."

“…….”

I even knew what I didn't want to know. Karen had four consecutive deaths with Bowen, and she didn't want to get involved with him anymore.

"It's most convenient to take out a Dulan.”

But it has been of little use so far.

Karen took the pen again and fell into thought.

"Lady."

"Huh?"

"It's not about killing Bowen."

"...right. It's not him that matters. It's Duran.

I want to torture Duran into throwing up the truth. But it's not helping. He is not afraid of death. It convinced Karen that he was the target.

Killing Duran is not difficult in itself. But it's hard to get the truth from him.

"You don't want to die right after you kill Dulan?”

"No, that's not a problem...It's just unsatisfactory to start right away without being able to vent your anger on Duran's body."

Karen replied.

"Then hold it in for now. It's not the right time."

Nancy let Karen lie down by saying so.

"Do you want me to tell you something about the old days?"

"Brainwashing is fine.

"Yes."

Karen looked at Nancy with a bitter smile and raised the blanket to her head.

And I knew.

Nancy doesn't believe in herself after all.

Nancy is still trying to stop herself from killing.

He's going around like that.

After all, Dulan is the only one who really believes in the end.

Karen didn't really like the fact.

Why doesn't he talk?

***

"Why don't you tell me the truth instead of sleeping with me?"

"Well, well, the girl falls into hell....”

"…wow, really."

Karen called Duran to another place. It wasn't my birthday this time. a day without Bowen It was the day he went on an errand far away. From the beginning, the risk factor is eliminated.

"Hold on. It's not the right time."

Nancy said so. But the time is now. She had no idea where Bowen would go, but Karen knew most of the servants' schedules. So I went to Dulan when they weren't there.

"…you're the one who followed me."

Karen was thrilled to see Duran who followed her every word.

"Yoo, yoo, the temptation can never be the same as the temptation....”

"…this is the fifth time."

Karen is really sick and tired of it. In fact, Bowen was not a problem. Cause-and-effect relationship was a problem. The problem is Duran. Duran said little when he tortured, slept with him, or killed.

“…….”

Would it be different if I cut the bottom?

Karen glared at Duran's bottom. Then he tore Dulan's water suit slowly from the top with a knife.

"Moo, moo, what."

Duran stammers. Do you think it'll get a little scary this time? Karen sees his naked body with a knife. It was really unseemly. It was better to wear clothes.

"Let's talk before we cut it and put it in our mouths. I don't really enjoy doing this either.”

"…my, my, my true… I tell you....”

Again.

But this time, after killing Duran, I think I can vent my anger. Karen held her knife high.

profitable profits

"Carran! What are you doing?"

“…….”

Karen made eye contact with the man who opened the door. He was an unexpected man.

"…father."

It was a long time since I saw you, Lord Haier. Karen felt strange when she saw his face. When did she see his face properly? The last time I saw his face.

I remember his face hanging from the rope.

"Get out, please."

"What are you going to do if I leave now?"

“…….”

To kill Duran.

But Karen knows she shouldn't say that. It didn't turn that far. So Karen thought hard. What should I say in this situation? Shameful thing to show to my father? But it seems like an excuse that has been turned around a lot.

"…we've been playing with knives since we were little….”

A lame excuse floated out. Karen knew she was saying stupid things. However, they die so often that it is too unrealistic.

If Young-joo goes out, I'll just shoot myself in the head. Karen decided so.

Took.

The gun rolled from Karen's arms to the floor.

“…….”

"…so that's a gun fight….”

This isn't it. Karen thought hard with a knife. What do you call it?

"Honey, my lord. Help me... please."

Karen gave her hand a boost with a kick when she saw Duran, who simplified the situation at once. You're gonna die.

percussion

"…stop it."

"…yes."

Karen answered with a sigh to the lord who held her.

This time again, it's a failure.

***

succeeded

Duran laughed.