The Resetting Lady

Why is my father saying this?

Karen was a little scared. Karen tried to speak urgently but spoke in a trembling voice.

"Be, Verdick... I'm talking about Evans' daughter."

Don't tell me.

My heart is pounding. Is Icela Evans a fantasy? Are you a psychopath? Is all that a dream of yours and you just can't stand your ugly fiancée?

Anxiety strikes again. Repeated fears and a sense of deja vu come up. What if my father says there's no such person in the world?

"Oh, his daughter?"

But when Young-joo heard the name, she nodded.

"I sent you a letter saying I was coming with my daughter...Yeah, I think that's the name. But how do you know that name?"

"…that's."

He's been with her all this time.

"I... I heard......by hearsay."

The lord looked at Karen's face and asked no more questions.

"I'm not coming. I'll attach a maid and a horseman to you so you can go to a relative's house.”

"…yes."

Something's wrong. Karen asked again.

"The finances of my house... Wasn't it not enough?"

It was all weird. Karen has never traveled alone so far. The finances shrank sharply. And women rarely travel alone. Whenever Karen moved, Isela was next to her, or Duran or Raymond.

"I can afford to travel... I don't think so.”

The Haier lord shook his head. His face looked light.

"The business we were trying to expand has been scrapped altogether. It's not too much for now."

"What?"

"I see, there's something I want you to do for me on the way."

Isela didn't come.

It had never happened in a hundred years.

Something huge is changing.

***

"Madam, how far are we?”

"Wait, let me finish up."

Karen was reading what her father asked her to do.

"I'll finish reading this."

"I'm all set.”

Nancy comes with three big bags. He is also strong. He's strong and capable. I would have been a good maid if my hand was not bad. Except for occasional brainwashing. The last is a big flaw.

Nancy asked Karen, even putting her small bag on her luggage.

"What do you have to do?"

"You have to go to Verdick Evans and sign a document agreeing to scrap the business.”

There has been an urgent change that Icela Evans and Verdick Evans are not coming, but that doesn't mean they didn't meet at all. But that alone was such a big change that Karen was puzzled.

"Go directly to Berdick Evans, stamp it and sign it. We're done talking, so that's all we need."

However, I was uneasy about not reading the contract properly. Maybe this time it's Verdick's bigger business trap.

'...I can't find it.’

But Karen couldn't find a defect no matter how hard she read it. It was a neat document.

'...why the hell?'

Karen knows the whole thing about business. It is impossible for Verdick to pull out of this period. He tried to keep the business going, bringing Karen in as his adopted daughter-in-law. Haier's estate was a place with a reputation, even if it wasn't a place with a lot of money. And so far there has been an investment from him. Throw it away as it is?

"Is Verdick crazy?’

This is a loss to Verdick Evans. There was no reason for him to do this, no matter how hard I look. His business had been ready before she started life anew.

"Lady!"

"Okay, I'll go."

Karen put in everything she was reading. I don't understand now. But that doesn't mean she can do anything about it.

"Did you pack all your stuff?”

Nancy answered with a nod. I guess he's been waiting.

"I have my clothes and everything. I think I've packed most of your clothes and stuff... You should check it out for yourself."

"I guess you did it on your own. Did you pack enough socks?

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want me to bring you a chestnut dress?”

"No, I don't like it because it's so old. I'm going to go to the town and get a new one."

Karen put the lord's ring on her finger. The agent is himself. It's a simple task to go to Berdick, stamp it, and officially dispose of it.

"I've heard rumors that the clothes there are fine.”

Good thing. Karen knew Verdick's mansion in the capital as well as his villa in the countryside. The seamstresses and some cloths there were pretty good. Karen felt better at the thought of fitting in a new dress. You don't have to grovel to Isela and buy it with your father's money. to be nice

"I'll spend all my money on it."

"That sounds good, too. But you're not going to Duran, you're going to sign it?”

"It's past your birthday. I'm an adult, too. I'm qualified to be an agent. Duran's not married to me, Bowen. Just carry that."

Karen said as she handed the big trunk over to Bowen standing by the door.

"Don't say anything to Duran."

"Why would I....”

"Or not."

Karen hit Bowen lightly. The mere sight of his face almost gave me a headache.

***

The carriage runs for a long time. Karen gazed raptly at the changing landscape. I've been there several times before, but it's the first time I've ever had no Duran, no Raymond or no father.

"Madam, put your head in. We have to go inside the forest soon."

"Why is that?"

"It's dangerous because of the branches. It's obvious.

Karen straightened up again.

"I haven't heard your nagging in a while.”

"Why?"

"Last time it wasn't you, it was someone else."

"You hired a maid other than me? When the hell?"

"In my last life."

"…yes."

Nancy, who seemed a little excited, soon lost steam.

Karen chuckled. Nancy asked, looking at Karen's face.

"Yes…why did you change it?”

Because I killed you. I was bored in my life, so I wondered how you would change if you died. And the beginning changed quite a bit. What's gonna change if I kill you now?

Of course Karen didn't say that. I'm not in the mood right now. Karen was going to endure until the next choice.

"You're dead.”

"…why?"

Nancy asked in a slightly shocked voice.

"I had an accident."

"What accident?"

"That's possible. Why are you prying? You said you didn't believe me."

Karen replied to Nancy, who kept asking questions. You don't even believe it. I wouldn't even give you the answer you want. Nancy replied grumblingly.

"It's kind of gross if you don't believe it. I tell my fortune, but I don't trust it. But I do play it out of curiosity."

"If you don't believe it anyway, why do you tell fortune-telling?"

"If I dream of dying from eating tomatoes, that's why I don't eat tomatoes the next day.”

Karen blinked her eyes. I'm not sure.

"It was Donna."

"Who's Donna?”

"It's one of the laundry maidens. Brown hair a year older than me... The girl who goes around in pigtails."

When Karen explained in detail, Nancy tilted her head and remembered.

"I remembered. But why him? I'm not good at my job."

"Well."

It's probably a minor reason. Father and Dulan knew that he had killed Nancy.

Unlike Nancy, she was totally incompetent, slightly less capable, and pushed a weak peer into a maid. Probably the most… child I'd ever find.

"It's kind of hurt my pride to be in the laundry room."

"What's wrong with you?"

"The guys I work with hate it so much. He's nice, but he's a bit tactless."

But he's braver than you think. Even if one leg and one arm are missing, they will crawl to the end and bite the prince. Not afraid of guns or knives.

"I see."

Karen became a little lonely.

Because I don't think I'll ever see the Donna I saw again. If Karen moves again and again, will she kill Nancy, cut Thomas, and meet Donna again when her father dies in a fire?

"Dona, do you keep doing the laundry?”

"Yes, sir. If you'd like, could I have him turn to you? I'll send a telegram to Helen when I get back.”

"No, thanks."

To do the same as the same response did not want to see. I think it'll fade even more. I want to leave that life to that time.

"If it's too hard, I can erase your memory again."

Nancy holds her hand.

"I'm here to do that."

But Karen pulled out her hand.

"Don't. I just want to stay like this."

Karen folded her hands and closed her eyes. Even though I was tired and sad, I wanted to be carried away by sadness.

***

Berdick Evans was hit by Karen with disheveled hair.

"Nice to meet you, Karen Haier."

Karen had never seen his hair so messy. He was always oiling it over. But now his hair was messy and his clothes were wrinkled.

"Did you come from the Highlands as an agent?"

"Yes, I came on behalf of my father. Is it not the right time to visit me?"

"Oh, no. It's okay."

Now Verdick didn't even seem to notice Karen looking at his hair.

I've seen all sorts of things since I've lived so long. Karen, looking at him, grabbed the end of her skirt and followed him with her frequent steps.

"Here, here, and here."

Karen looked again at the papers he had put forward. As expected, there is no problem. Karen took the picture and then received the document taken by Verdick.

"Yes, our relationship with you is over."

"I see."

"Afterwards, I will order the removal of the minor materials from next month, so please tell my father."

"Okay."

It was so fast and neat that it was cold progression.

Karen woke up. The servant by the door opened the door in a polite manner. Berdick followed and said,

"Will you stay when the weather is going down?"

"No, I'm going to go down to town and stay."

I didn't want to stay in the house of the man who killed me several times. I didn't know what the hell was going on in English, but I didn't think he would say it properly.

"Oh, um... Is that so? Goodbye."

"…yes. Goodbye."

Shouldn't you recommend it three times? Why are you so rude?

Karen frowned slightly when her preparations for a few more rejections were overshadowed. Now he was neither his maid nor his adopted daughter. But Verdick didn't even notice his expression.

"Let's go."

Karen went to the carriage and told Nancy and Bowen, who were fighting a war of nerves. The horseman caught in between was in a daze, and when he saw Karen, he was bright.

"Are you coming already?”

"That's what happened."

"I thought you'd stay here.”

"The landlord didn't seem to have the luxury. Let's go to the village. There must be an inn."

"Yes."

Karen stabbed Nancy in the ribs, whose face was so damaged.

"Why did you fight again?”

"We didn't fight."

"But what's wrong with Bowen?"

"…I had a quarrel because I thought Bowen was in touch with Duran. Did you do well?"

"Good job…."

Is it because of her confidence in hypnosis that she is so brazen as an immigrant, moneyless maid? Karen remembered that she was decapitated by Bowen. It was Karen who killed Nancy, but Bowen was the one who cut her.

"Still, don't be so brave. And then you get stabbed."

"I'm not that crazy....”

Nancy answered, glancing at the driver. Karen knew the horseman liked Nancy before and still liked her today. Come to think of it, why did you like Donna last time, not Nancy?

Aha.

Karen soon seemed to know why.

That horseman was the easiest of the servants. Nancy seemed to have tested everywhere besides Karen.