The Resetting Lady

Whose nails are they?

Karen sat alone in the room where Raymond left and looked down at what he had picked up.

I thought it was shiny, but when I saw it again, it was just a piece of ordinary fingernail. It was just shining in the sun and water. It was hard to guess something like when I saw Donna's severed hand. It was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It was even in the old water.

The size of the fingernails did not show the thumb, but the size of a man's ring finger or a woman's index finger. The end was in bad shape, but it could not be guaranteed to be of the working class. And on the other side, there was a serrated mark. There was no flesh or blood attached because it was washed in water, but there was still something to know. This nail was not broken, it was plucked.

It must have hurt.

Karen lifted her fingernails and looked at the sun, but it was also difficult to infer anything more from them. After all, he was old and inexperienced, and there was a limit to infer something from this little piece of fingernail.

"…who is it?"

Karen buried herself in bed again. Raymond's bed was still warm. And now he's cooking a meal for Karen and himself in the kitchen.

Karen doesn't doubt Raymond's love. It is not of a doubtful nature. There are only two of us in the world. Only two people can understand each other.

Raymond loved Karen even when she killed her. But he was the one who would keep Karen by his side, not the one who made suggestions like, 'Shall we spend our lives killing people together?'

Raymond is now older than Karen. It's gotten too much.

"…old legs."

"Are you talking about me?”

Karen almost screamed again for a moment. Raymond looked down at Karen with a grimace.

"Even if I'm an old man, let's not hurt each other by age. We're in the same boat."

Raymond smiled and reached out to Karen. Karen grabbed the hand and pulled her up.

"Will you have dinner here?"

Karen shook her head.

"No, I'm going down...And here too... I think we need to clean it up."

I didn't want to eat in bed. Because I think I need to change the bed sheet first. Raymond turned his head awkwardly when he saw Karen's eyes.

The figure was really like an ordinary person.

Karen looked down at the meat. Raymond always served only meat. Again, it was meat.

Meat

Karen closed her eyes because of a terrible imagination. go too far in one's imagination That can't be true. This meat in front of me is beef. It's a taste that you'really. Human meat... What does human meat taste like? Do you know what it tastes like? In fact, he will not be able to distinguish even if he sees human meat in front of him.

"…Carran, you'd better stop eating. There's a lot of other things, so you don't have to eat with that face."

It wasn't until Raymond heard Karen's voice that Karen could get out of the delusion. Her driver looked at her as she looked up. His face was full of concern. Karen found herself tense.

Raymond got up and poured water into Karen's cup. It was warm water. Watching a piece of dried lemon in the cup rising into the water, he lifted the cup and drank it. The warm water went over to my throat and got much better.

"You're not feeling well.”

"Not good… not."

Karen answered with difficulty.

I'm upset because of what you were cleaning.

Karen grumbled inwardly. Then the heavy strain on her stomach felt like nothing.

"Stop bothering me."

"Well, yeah, I'm sorry."

Karen knew what he heard when she saw Raymond bend his head and used the meat, but it was not hard to fix the illusion. Because he's been pretty bullied for days. But now it's affecting not only the physical but also the mental.

There is no way Raymond would feed him something strange.

But Karen didn't touch the meat and took her hand back to the tomato she was eating earlier.

“…….”

As the liquid flowed over the crunchy red egg, the unpleasant imagination continued again. This is serious. But it is better than meat. Karen kept chewing on the tomatoes.

Karen didn't know why she was so surprised.

Why are you so confused?

"While you were asleep yesterday, a cart came and went."

At Raymond's words, she took the tomato off her mouth.

"But why did you just put this out?"

"You can't eat it right now anyway."

"But there's one thing that's not as good as it is now.”

Even though Karen glared at Raymond, he just shrugged and said it as if it were natural.

"I thought I'd need some meat. My face looked so pale from before."

"Do you have snacks?”

"Yes."

"Give it to me right now."

"Sweet things make me lose my appetite. I'll give it to you after I finish eating and when I'm done digesting."

Karen opened her mouth in amazement. I have a firm tomato in my hand. He glared at Raymond.

"You know you're saying things that even my nanny won't say. Do I have to be restricted to meals now?"

"It's just a suggestion.

"It's supposed to be controlling.”

"That's not it. It's just....”

Raymond stopped talking. And finally, with a sigh, I caught the tomato Karen threw.

"Should I have been hit?"

"I didn't throw it because I knew Lord Raymond would catch it."

Raymond sighed as he put the tomatoes on the table.

"I should have been beaten to pretend to be sorry for you. Anyway, all right."

Raymond surrendered with his hands raised.

The figure looked too easy. It was hard to think of Karen as a man who wouldn't let her meet anyone else. So Karen threw another tomato. Raymond didn't accept it.

After a long quiet meal, Raymond brought Karen a snack.

Sitting on a long sofa made of mint, Karen saw a snack from Raymond. There were biscuits and apple pie with chocolate in them.

"Rance made it.”

Karen's face brightened. Lance, who used to be a patissier in Tess's mansion, was recognizable as soon as he saw it. Raymond wasn't such a snacker, so when Karen called him and praised him, Lance was even more skillful. So I had to pay attention to my weight as the days went by day.

The top part of the almond powder and crispy baked pie seemed a little burnt, but Karen liked it better.

When I put it in my mouth, the sweetness spread. Karen closed her eyes and savored the sweetness. It was enough for Karen, who has long struggled with snacks, if not extremely luxurious. I wanted to eat something like this, not meat. Raymond asked as Karen was in happiness enjoying her snack with her tongue for a long time.

"Are you satisfied?"

It was not. Karen opened her eyes and looked at Raymond.

"A little."

People were so simple that when their desires were met, the tension and depression disappeared. Nothing has changed, but the body has become happy by force. It was funny but I couldn't hold back my smile when I laughed at one apple pie. It was neither a bitter smile nor a sneer, but a satisfying smile.

"Would you like one?"

"Thank you."

"Sir Raymond brought it anyway."

Raymond took Karen's pie with his mouth. Watching Raymond chewing, Karen asked Raymond.

"How is Lance doing?”

"I'm teaching the secret recipe to bread-makers in the city."

"I thought you were retired, but you weren't.”

"I'm not old enough to retire. Lance is not even married yet."

"Oh, my God."

Karen was surprised by the unexpected remark. Lance was older than Raymond. It was a strange age not to get married. Two or three children are the normal age.

"I didn't know. Well, it's not important."

"I'm not that close to saying that. Don't tell me, is that true for you, too?"

"…no, Xenon… I got married before."

"There's a lot I don't know."

Karen was filled with regret when she talked about someone who was not here. It was because I realized that what I wanted was not this kind of life. Karen said to Raymond.

"…Lord Raymond, don't you think you need more people, too?

When Karen asked, Raymond said with a slightly perplexed look.

"Carran, you know… The first time you died was in this house."

"…did I?”

"Yes."

What was it? Karen rolled her eyes and took her hand to the second snack. I remembered the sweeter taste in my mouth. At first, it was solo.

"I don't know what's going to happen in a year, so I'd like to rule out what's dangerous things.”

Raymond sighed. And then I woke up. Karen knew he was going back to work. After a few days of indulgence in each other, the work was eventually pushed back several times.

What is he doing now? I wondered. Raymond and Karen were in the same space, but the important things kept going wrong. Waiting a year later, they were continuing to defer to the present.

You have to hold it in. Let's not ask. That's not the point.

"I wish you'd put up with it a little more. A year later, let's do anything."

But how far does he know? I was curious. I was going to hold it in. Raymond stood up, turned around and went out. It was to do something again in his office without telling Karen.

Perhaps it is not his office where he is he is. Maybe he's trying to do something in another place Karen doesn't know. But Karen doesn't have to care about anything he does. You don't have to know. He won't do Karen any harm. But. Nevertheless.

"So whose fingernails did you pull out?"

Raymond stopped walking. Karen regretted biting it. Raymond turned away. Karen bowed her head. It was a little burdensome to see him. Would he be angry or embarrassed? Karen recalls trying not to ask him. But I couldn't stand it without asking.

"Carran."

Raymond approached Karen and knelt on one knee. I looked up at Karen from under her bow. Karen's hands overlapped.

The face was so gentle and friendly that it seemed to have nothing to do with anything dirty or cruel.

"That's why you've been uncomfortable?”

“…….”

Karen opened her fist. Inside, there was a nail Karen found. Raymond took it from Karen and put it in his front pocket. And Raymond looked up at Karen's face and said,

"You don't have to be afraid because you need it."

"…do you need it?”

It was a very clear answer. Raymond was neither angry nor embarrassed. It was because it was only natural for him to do it.

"Yes, I did it to get as much information as possible. There's nothing you're afraid of."

He hugged Karen strongly on the shoulder. And Raymond woke up.

"So don't think about that."

I'll do the dirty and dirty work myself.

***

Raymond picked up the pinches as he nervously swept up his flowing hair.

"…oh, hell."

I didn't want to show Karen anything dirty, but she made a mistake. Raymond felt sorry for himself and tapped at the shape of his face with a pen.

It's been a long time since he died.

However, there was no problem because I got everything I needed. Raymond knew how clumsy Karen was even if she was going to kill someone. You wouldn't have done it right with those weak arms. It's up to my husband to do this rough work. Raymond began cleaning up the rags to finish his work.