The Resetting Lady

"Carran."

Raymond is approaching. Her fiancee. I know. You're wrong. You're dead. You saw the height. You heard the sound. I don't know yet. I need to check.

"Carran."

Raymond approached Karen. I saw a girl who was closer to the shape of things than a person who now seemed to change to someone she loved. I put my hand on her neck. The pulse is still beating. I still breathed out from my nose and mouth. But it will turn off any minute.

"Carran, it's all right."

It can't be okay. It's already over. shut up

"Take my hand. Karen? Keep your eyes open. Don't lose your mind. Can you move your eyes?"

"Lord Raymond....”

Xion calls him from behind. Raymond turned to Zion. Zion's face was miserable. On the consoling face, Raymond shouted as if he was using evil.

"Call a doctor! He's not dead yet!"

But a terrible sound slowly came from behind him. a drag of sound of dragging one's feet the drag of a water suit He's the only doctor here. Raymond wanted to kill him. But there is something to do before that.

"The Bride…" Please... you....”

"I, I, I already... You're wrong."

And there's only one thing you can do for her.

***

The forest was dark and deep. Karen was sitting in front of Raymond. The horse didn't run fast, but it was still picking up speed lightly.

"Oh."

"Be careful."

"Yes."

Karen, not very good at horseback riding, sat down and focused on balancing. However, as the speed got slower, I could afford to pay attention.

"Lord Raymond, what are you going to do?"

"I'm thinking of staying with you."

The answer was determined. But Karen began to realize the reality little by little. Just as it is not comfortable for you to ride a horse even if you try, you can't do anything that doesn't work.

"Well, actually... realistically. Isn't it impossible for Lord Raymond to stay with me?”

No matter how hard I thought about it, it was impossible. Even if Raymond quits all, he is not the king. Even a king is impossible. He had a place to belong, and there were many people involved. It will be impossible even if it is revived.

So how many times did Karen become a maid under Verdick Evans, and had to do the same schedule as going into society? Furthermore, Raymond is much more intertwined than Karen.

Don't tell me.

Karen recalled that Raymond had lived quite a long time. After 117 years, she had nothing to do and started killing. It doesn't matter if you get executed. Is Raymond like that, too?

Is he just acting thoughtlessly? Karen swallowed her saliva. If it goes wrong, the death row is Raymond this time.

You didn't desert, did you?

"That's not true."

Raymond answered immediately.

"Then when I get home, they'll come for me, not you.”

"I haven't done anything wrong in this life.”

Karen refuted with a tone of boll-men.

"…Oh, I see. Well, anyway, it's not a desertion. I'm about to retire, so I've spent all my vacation. Retirement will be handled automatically by paperwork."

It was more normal and common sense than I thought. Karen sighed slightly. It was because of relief.

"May I?”

"I've put everything I can on hold. Everything will be fine for about three months. I have a job in three months, but it's not a big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I've checked it twice."

"That confirmation....”

"In my previous life. Although you weren't there, I don't think there will be a big difference. Actually, it's more of a wish.”

He added a little pessimistic. But it is realistic. Is it because of lack of confidence?

"…then I'd rather go missing socially."

"Yes, that's true."

"Did you act with consideration?"

"…yes. I'm sorry."

"No, good job."

I said so, but Karen was actually hard to let go. I just tried not to ask, but it's better to ask for a plan or a relationship. Karen put her head up. Raymond's green eyes were visible.

"…Lord Raymond."

"Yes."

"How old are you now?”

Raymond thought for a moment and answered.

"…I don't know because I didn't count."

Karen was frightened by the answer.

"Maybe… um… I, like, 100 years… I mean, the last time I killed him, he was 117 years old, and I remember it was his 100th turn.”

"Yes, that's right."

"And I've died five short times since then."

"Yes, don't do that again. I thought I was late again."

Raymond's voice was gentle. But Karen was nervous about him. It was because I could guess a huge number.

"Lord Raymond... Did you... repeat it 100 times... Do you remember your whole life?”

Karen stopped breathing. It's not a number of people. one's own year If Raymond were to live another 70 years, he would have lived 105 times for 70 years. It's over 7,000 years old.

Can you move and speak? Can a person survive that life? Seven thousand years was short before eternity, but Karen was scared. Selfishly, I was more afraid that I would live like that than I thought he would.

"It's not that bad."

"…sigh. I'm glad to hear that.”

Karen sighed with relief. I was afraid of a great deal of time. 7,000 years is too long. It's too long.

"But it was long enough."

Raymond kissed Karen on the forehead.

with great relief

***

Karen Evans died on death row. Raymond was called to the Marquis before the coronation. I thought I would tell him to die with anger or a cold face, but I didn't.

The unexpected rise to the throne was too short of hands. Raymond was a good man for him. Yet his usefulness is greater than that level of rebellion.

"I'll tell you where to go next. I won't take any complaints.”

"Of course, Marquis Pankar."

"That title is just around the corner.”

"Congratulations."

Raymond answered calmly. The Marquis said while handing Raymond the job.

"…are you all right?"

I know what you're talking about. Raymond nodded.

"Yes."

"The funeral. What will you do?"

"The death penalty is not allowed.”

Raymond answered with a casual look at the targets given by the Marquis of Pancair.

"Why don't you take a break?”

"No, it's not.

Actually, it can't be all right. But you shouldn't believe what the Marquis says in his indulgence as a real rest.

"Yes, it's better to work then. So did I."

Would it be better to kill a person in person than yourself, which is a job. But Raymond just lowered his head.

You'll be fine.

"We met for a few months."

Raymond answered repeatedly.

"That's all right."

The situation was not perfect for him. His Senate seat was blown away, and Berdick was on a roll.

Funny, Berdickman lost nothing and enjoyed more.

Karen fell from the tower and soon after she died, Berdick approached Raymond, who was gunned down by dozens of soldiers.

"My daughter died.”

Unlike his sad lines, he looked so refreshing. Berdick looked down at Karen's body and said,

"Anyway, this is what happened.”

“…….”

Raymond saw Verdick. Would it make you feel better if you killed him? Would it be comfortable to kill Duran? Can we kill them all?

But dozens of soldiers are right behind Raymond who will shoot him right into the head if he moves a little. They were all pointing guns. Raymond looked at the gun as he measured the number. It's impossible. Here you are you wrong.

"But I'm generous."

“…….”

"Now that the death penalty has been executed, there's nothing wrong with it."

Berdick pressed Raymond on the shoulder. Raymond glared at him, but instead of cowering, he showed his teeth and laughed.

"It is my grace that you do not die here. Be ashamed to live."

It was only natural that Berdyck did not put his hand on Raymond. By killing Karen, he accomplished his purpose. He took his private revenge, benefited from the old king, and gained moral justification from the Marquis of Pancair by not touching Raymond.

He has lost nothing.

Raymond lost money, but he's still alive.

Be alive.

Karen is dead, but he's alive. There is always a lot of work for him and time passes by. The new king needed him and there was still work for him in the world.

“…….”

Raymond looked back at Karen's body. He was not qualified to recover the body.

"You'll be fine.”

That's what the king said.

Time will solve all the joys and sorrows of the world. Raymond knew it, too. My parents died, my brother died, and my colleagues died.

However, the heart-breaking pain disappeared over the years and was diluted. The dark pain died down and a new life and relationship began again.

So no matter how sad it is now, Karen will be forgotten.

“…….”

Could it be?

Raymond closed the door and covered his nose with a towel.

"Oh, shit."

The nose was bleeding. It never stopped.

“…….”

Raymond looked in the mirror. I washed my face. Cold water touched my face and told me to face reality.

Raymond looked in the mirror again.

"It's all right."

I repeated that I could forget. You have no choice but to keep living.

"I'll live well."

But really?

My eyes met the woman in the mirror.

Lord Raymond will forget me.

"Carran, I wish I could."

Karen is dead.

The girl she loved died. Maybe now I'm confused whether I loved her or not. The time with her was so short.

to be okay

It's just a trauma.

The sadness of leaving his lover only hits him.

That's how people consoled him.

But Raymond knew it wasn't. He was accustomed to the grief and tragedy by sending his family, friends, and comrades away.

No matter what sadness he was in, he got up again. That much he was accustomed to grief.

See? You said you'd forget.

"I don't know."

Is it possible?

The most terrible thing was not Karen's death.

More terrible things happened after Karen died.

"…carren?"

Ever since Karen's death, unforgettable memories have come to mind.

Unpossible memories are emerging.

Karen is dead.

Karen hung herself, ate poison, was trampled by horses, strangled by people, pushed away.

Memories like waterfalls began to weigh on Raymond.

It is the beginning of a curse.