The Resetting Lady

Raymond soothed Karen, who was so angry, but Karen did not let go of her expression.

"I'm not even going to lift a hand.”

"Yes, I'll do everything."

Raymond answered without much unpleasantness. So Karen was more anxious. Karen wanted Raymond to say he would hire again, but he didn't want to say he would.

"Really?"

"Yes."

It was practically impossible for him. Karen asked again, looking at Raymond with her eyes wide open.

"Don't let it freeze? Did you say you'd take care of it?”

I'm going to die.

"If you die at work, your purpose will be reversed. Just make yourself comfortable."

Is it possible to be comfortable? It was the first time that Raymond's confident face looked so anxious.

"Rest in your room. I'll clean up and go up."

He's trying to get it through. Karen sighed and asked as she climbed the stairs.

"What kind of room should I use?”

There are too many rooms in this mansion. Karen wondered which of the 170 rooms would be fine. Raymond told Karen as he headed to the warehouse.

"Wouldn't the room we used to share be better?"

A room on the third floor? Did you put it away?”

"Yes... I didn't clean it up.”

"Then it's more reliable."

At Karen's words Raymond waved.

"Carran, I'm confident. I'll wake you up when the meal is ready, so take a rest."

as much as I can

Karen held back this porridge and waved her hands together.

"I don't know... because I told you to be comfortable."

Karen saw Raymond bring a ladder and put candles on the chandelier one by one, and came up to the room. It wasn't too much of a hassle for Karen to think that she had to turn it on at night or before she went to bed.

"I'll do it on my own."

But Karen didn't want to tell Raymond not to. You have to work hard to see that you made the wrong decision. After listening to Isela, Karen knew it was impossible for an individual to manage such a mansion.

Starting with opening the door at dawn and closing the door at night, going to broken windows and bedding are all things that people's hands go in one by one. Karen's house alone is only about a quarter of the house, but there were more than 20 servants, horsemen, and chefs.

Raymond probably doesn't know because he has entrusted most of the household affairs to the butlers and housekeepers. Karen shook her head. That's why men.

Karen expected Raymond to give up in less than a month. Even if he moves well, it's a battlefield. Karen moves very well in the realm of social and dance. He was in the field of battle.

Even if Karen was on Isela's side, she didn't do it all by herself. She was in only a fraction of what she was in charge of. But Karen was so proud of Raymond's self-worth.

"…it's still neat."

Karen walked up the stairs.

The users seem to have finished their work neatly in their own way, even though they were forced to be fired. Karen thinks about the past when she left Isela's house.

"…I came out with a lot of tar under the rug. Isn't that normal?"

Although she was a bad maid, Raymond's users seemed to have worked hard until the end.

"…so much more precious.”

Very few places were as good as the owners of this mansion. Karen was so sad that her long-awaited vacation had flown away that she almost shed tears.

Crying

Karen opened a visit she used to use with Raymond. The door was not locked.

"…sigh. I knew this would happen.”

It was windy.

Karen sighed when she saw the window open.

A white curtain on the window fluttered, welcoming Karen.

You said there was a gust of wind. Did it open then? Karen approached the window and tied the curtains. Some branches and early spring petals flew into the room in the wind.

The soft young petals of light pink touched my face.

Karen pulled the petals off.

The bright afternoon sun greeted Karen.

Karen looked down at the garden from the window.

It was still a beautiful and peaceful mansion.

The last space Karen could get when she chose Raymond.

The vast grasslands and flocks of sheep from time to time were seen from time to time. Near the mansion, there is a stream, and it was good to read a book on a sculpture boat and fall asleep. There was a fountain across the bridge that separates the stream. I haven't watered it yet, but there will be water in the summer. Roses will be beautiful in the rose garden, and purple trails will shine under a tunnel made of lanterns.

"If all the gardeners have quit, they'll go crazy in the summer....”

Karen could not imagine how messy the untouched garden would be. The romance was shattered. Karen vowed to make sure that the gardeners would come.

"You have to call a cook."

Raymond's meal was not expected at all. The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt. Karen shook her head. Complaints were enough later. It was time to sleep. I was tired because of unfamiliar riding.

Karen turned to the room.

The big bed was enough for five or six people to lie down.

She lay down on the bed. I lay down with a sound. The bed was soft and big. In the bed, I could only feel the soft texture of cotton, let alone the gift box with my arms. Karen buried her face in a pillow and fell down and flew her shoes to the floor.

Raymond said he'd take care of it, so he'd take care of it.

What you're going to take is rest.

Karen closed her eyes. The pillow smelled of light flowers. It is a smell of peace.

***

Karen, how do you eat?.

Raymond woke him up a couple of times, but Karen beckoned him out each time. It was a calm sleep that fit me after a long time.

***

"…yes."

When I finally woke up, it was midnight.

I slept too much.

Karen opened her eyes while sleeping and was embarrassed for a while. It was hard to understand the situation because I slept for so long. I had a headache on the too long sleep.

"Sigh."

This time again, the dream was a nightmare. Karen died again in her dream. No, it wasn't just dead. Karen dreamed of being buried alive. Slowly the water comes into the coffin and you can't do anything while looking at it. It was a dream to feel the water rising from the tip of one's toes as it was stuck under the sea floor endlessly. Karen got up and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

“…….”

Karen felt a person's presence and looked away. I was nervous at the moment but it was Raymond. Karen sighed as she looked at Raymond's golden hair and his body underneath it.

There is nothing to be afraid of. Raymond is by his side. Raymond remembers himself. He was a man who would go in the coffin with Karen.

There is a warmth that wakes up nightmares even if the fear of death does not disappear.

“…….”

But that's it, and Karen shook Raymond's shoulder.

"Lord Raymond."

“…….”

"Laymond."

"…yes."

Raymond managed to answer. His voice was sound asleep. But Karen didn't stop shaking.

"…how can you come into bed without changing your clothes? Get up, change and lie down."

“…….”

Raymond frowned. Then he turned back to Karen. But his eyes were still closed.

"…the clothes are really dirty right now.”

“…….”

No matter how hard Karen pinched, she didn't wake up.

Raymond opened his mouth in a almost crying voice.

"Can't you... can't you?? Now... I just fell asleep..”

"No, it's messy.”

If Raymond cleaned it all day long, it would be obvious what it would be like to have it on his body.

"I put all the candles on it... Without even looking....”

I want to give him a punch. Karen shook Raymond's shoulder, who was asleep and was talking nonsense.

"I told you I'd go to bed first. Raymond, change your clothes before you go to bed."

"I'm so sleepy right now... Wait a minute…."

"Shall I sleep in the other room?”

Raymond opened his eyes at the words.

"No, don't go, Karen."

And pulled Karen's body tight.

"Sleep next to me."

Karen frowned when her face was buried in Raymond's dusty clothes.

"Then change your clothes first."

"You're already wrong. The blanket is dirty."

Then he closed his eyes tightly.

"Just give me one day... I mean, I've been really, really bad....”

His uncharacteristically grumpy voice did not end.

"…sigh."

Karen sighed and unbuttoned one by one to take off Raymond's vest.

But even he didn't succeed.

"…."

Raymond hugged Karen tightly in his arms. Karen buried her face in Raymond's chest and eventually gave up taking off her vest. He said he would do the laundry.

Karen closed her eyes again, grumbling. Karen has already slept enough. But Karen didn't have the confidence to get out of Raymond's arms. In fact, Karen didn't want to be away from him either. I just wanted to complain a little.

“…….”

I turned my head slightly and cut Raymond's arm. Get your arm out of the way to go.

But there was an advantage. I felt warmth all over my body. It was still chilly in early spring. I heard Raymond breathing. Karen was strange to be in one bed like this, both alive. It was as if we were lying down together for the first time. Karen thought if she was buried, she wanted to sink into the bed, not the coffin.

Even if my whole body cools down with cold water, I think I'll wake up if I can hear my breathing continuously. I don't think there's anything more to be afraid of if this warmth is surrounding me.

Karen burrowed into Raymond's arms. Raymond's other arms around her waist were a little heavy, but the weight made her more complacent.

“…….”

Did Raymond suffer from insomnia? She must have waited for her death while staying up all night like her.

It didn't take Karen long to fall back asleep.