The Resetting Lady

There has always been a great threat at times like this. That's the same thing again. Karen sees an old man, a child, a man and a woman. The snow was desperate. Inside the rough clothes, clothes made of top quality cloth were seen. I wonder if Karen should just die and start over this time. It's not bad to die quickly unless you have a choice.

"I was just sleeping, and if you hadn't woken me up, nothing would have happened to each other. You know that, right?

"…I'm sorry."

The old man got up. Karen looks at the old man. Another man hands something to Karen.

"What is this?"

"Understand that there's not much you can do. You hang yourself, or I'll help you."

Isn't this too fast?

Karen smiled and looked down at a string in front of her. They are sincere. Karen sees Nancy, who was tied up, slowly fall down. I think Bowen is already dead already. I feel a little sorry for Nancy this time. The servants don't even ask for a doctor. The benefit of wearing better clothes than servants is the choice of death. I wonder if it's lucky.

Karen grasped the cloth with her hand.

"Okay, please leave, Duke of Rutella."

It's no wonder he's surprised.

"…what shall we do?"

Karen didn't hang herself. However, it didn't seem like there was any other way. Look outside. It's where you once fell. And one door. They'll be here in a moment to make sure they've hung themselves. There is no gun.

But it wasn't scary at all.

Because death is so familiar. And there is something more important. I was curious about that.

I was alone and counted the days. Even if you don't come into a book, if you live a repeated life, certain things eventually happen on some days.

Karen knew that there was always trouble at this time. It is such a day. Sometimes they are in danger of rape, sometimes they get hurt by animals, sometimes they just fall. There are various kinds of hazards. That is not what matters.

Karen originally knew the day she died. But after 117 went over, he knew he could die before that. But how about today? Who are those people? This time it's a twist. The probability of yourself dying today and living today. Which is higher? Wait a little longer and you'll know the answer.

Wait.

Wait for an answer.

knock, knock

I hear a knock on the door.

Karen seemed to know who that sound was. I have a strong sense of deja vu.

The person who visits her on this day.

“…….”

Hanging one's neck and seeing someone outside the door. The latter is the scariest thing is the latter.

Karen closed her mouth and looked at the door. I could see who was beyond that door.

He always comes to save her.

Raymond Sayertes. her article

But Karen was afraid to check it out.

It may not be him. Perhaps the Duke of Rutella just came to confirm his death. I'd rather do that. To Karen, the Duke of Lutella was no different from Thomas, the rapist in the street. Difficulties always come at this time. I'm not afraid if I die. It will come back to life anyway. Then next, you don't stay here, but choose to keep going to the forest.

But if it were him.

He always came at this time. Anytime. Anytime. The place was sometimes different, but coincidentally, inevitably and intentionally, he always meets Karen. So far, even other places have been in the village of Haier, but the premise that he will meet Karen seems to overlap even if the location changes. Just like before.

How about this time?

I know it by the head. This time will be the same as ever. He himself is in danger and Raymond saves it. Isela is jealous, Verdick is angry. It's just repetition as it has been. It's the beginning of a year that goes on and on. her year without any impetus

knock, knock

Someone tapped again outside the door. Is he the one out there? Even so, there was no surprise. But Karen was afraid to check.

Karen hasn't spoken to Donna since she was 117. I didn't want to see you again. I saw Donna moving far away and being abused by the housekeeper and other maidens, but Karen no longer wanted to get close to Donna. I just wanted to remember life as it was. I wanted to preserve it. I wanted to leave sorrow as it was, frustration as it was.

If repeated, there is no more novelty. In the end, people feel like type even if they are not from outside the book. I'm sick and tired of everything. So is Raymond. It is not a man who does not remember time. For Karen, everyone except herself is in type. Nothing changes without the world outside the book.

Karen knows.

The original Karen should welcome the appearance of the Duke of Rutella, who is older than Raymond. Raymond was a long-time connection, and I've never seen Rutuela before.

But Karen was in pain now checking Raymond's face. Like it's painful to see Donna. The bitter feeling of failure finally comes back up again last time. I have a strong feeling that I will fail again this time.

Donna doesn't remember, Nancy doesn't remember, and Dulan, who is tortured to death several times. It is a fact that does not need to be confirmed. Raymond will, too.

“…….”

Karen did not want to see his face.

If we meet again this time, we must apologize to him, thank him, and fall in love again. Or you could suggest telling him the situation and joining hands again. Maybe this time, we can ask him to dig into the back of Prince Gwiz, or we can defeat Berdych.

You can revisit your mother's history, or participate in conflicts and wars between the great aristocrats and royalty, such as the Duke of Rutella, Crown Prince Gwiz, and Prince Louis.

But I didn't like all.

I didn't want to say hello again. Again, I hated to repeat it again, as if I had never known it, as if I had been saved from him for the first time. I hated living. I hated to love. I'm sick and tired of even breathing.

So Karen didn't open the door. I didn't want to answer. I wanted to run away. If it wasn't Raymond, I'd die anyway, if it were Raymond. It was a deathly hateful thing. Is it because it is the first time Karen has done her best to be polite to Raymond? There are too many reasons. Karen wanted to lock the door. Or I wanted to hang myself.

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But the door opened. Nobody outside the door waited for Karen's answer any longer. The door was not locked. Unlike then, it was opened so easily. There's no one to lock the door.

“…….”

For a moment, Karen had the illusion that time was slowing down tremendously.

First, I can see your hands. I can tell who it is just by looking at it. The arms, and the clothes, were revealed. He appeared in the morning sun. This time again, it's as Karen's idea. Her knight comes to her rescue. Even the clothes are the same. This time again, it's a dark uniform. It's dark, so we don't know whether blood is on it or not. From one hand of Raymond, the gun dropped. It's what he used to use.

There is no reversal.

Again, he came to save Karen. Or maybe he was swept away by something else and faced Karen. But whatever it was, Karen didn't doubt it. He is on her side even when Karen committed the murder. Again, he will be on Karen's side and will not always change.

Karen thinks.

What should I say this time? Thank you. No, who is it? If it's not that, please. I don't know which words will be natural. The morning sun is shining behind Karen. Before I knew it, the sun rose and the morning came. Another terrible and gruesome day begins. I met Raymond again.

Raymond's hair, face, and face are revealed. Karen lowered her eyes. Because I didn't know what face to do. I'd rather close my eyes. Karen clenched her teeth. Don't look forward to it.

Unspeakably, I felt miserable. It was like that even though it was not necessary.

I can hear footsteps.

He's coming up.

What should I say? Karen thinks. I don't know. I don't know. But you can't run anymore. You have to speak. You have to ask who it is. Like I've never seen before. You have to give a natural answer.Lift up your face. Raymond's chin, lips, nose and eyes are visible. His face is as beautiful as ever. but

But Karen couldn't say anything.

And Raymond didn't say anything.

Karen once, very early, told him, trembling with fear of death. I'm scared to die. And I'm afraid you won't remember me again. Then he smiled and stroked Karen's head. I'll visit you again. Should I at least make a code? I don't know if I remember or not. I'm sure...

I'll never forget it. But he never remembered it. He said he wanted to make a code, but it was like a joke of consolation. He is a rational person. I've never really believed it. Last time. He didn't believe Karen until the end. But I bet everything.

So he's Karen's male lead. Karen had spoken to Duran without hesitation. How can you deny a man who does his best even if he doesn't believe in him? There's a guy who does his best even if I don't love him. Who else would I choose?

"Should I make a code?"

No, I don't need that.

Raymond approached Karen. I put my hand on Karen's shoulder. Karen saw Raymond.

Karen has never seen such a face before.

Raymond was crying.

Karen knew she was holding him with her hands. Raymond slapped his lips several times and eventually hugged Karen without saying anything. Karen felt her shoulder getting wet. Raymond's hands were shaking.

Karen was always curious about his crying face. He showed all those faces of laughter, anger, surprise, but he never cried. But he never cried. Karen vaguely thought he would shed tears quietly if he cried. But it wasn't. Raymond wasn't just gracefully silent in tears. A groan of beasts came out of his mouth. And Karen found a similar sound coming from her throat. I was suffocated.

“…….”

How did you know? How far do you remember? Who are you now? Now why here, why now, Karen has forgotten the swirling question several times. Then he put his arms around Raymond, who hugged him. They hugged each other as if their bodies were going to break. No more words were needed. The dizzying sadness and emotion pierced my whole body like a blade.

You don't need a password. There is no need for an examination is not necessary. No confirmation is needed. Love is not a test. Nothing can hide the time. It doesn't even need a language. No words are needed at this moment. I could tell just by looking. Only tears existed.

There were two people standing in a world made of type.