The Resetting Lady

03

Karen loves Raymond.

But as time went by and began to be cut off from everyone but Raymond, Karen had more time to think.

Is love the only thing in a perfect world?

Will it really change in a year?

There is no world in fiction.

But Karen still seemed to be in there.

There were only two people trapped in the novel.

***

The trigger was fingernails.

Raymond didn't say who the owner of the nail was. I thought he would tell me if I asked him more questions, but I didn't really want to. Nothing changed just because Karen found her nails. Raymond casually took her question and cut it out, saying it was necessary.

After that, Karen could no longer find anything strange and Raymond didn't show up. Without saying it, the conversation went smoothly and the scenery was peaceful.

There were many things to bury.

Now they were lovers who had just fallen in love and people who might die again a year later. I didn't want to be uncomfortable with each other because of the useless dispute. So did Karen, and so did Raymond.

Time went by like always, fast or slow. Early summer has come. The roses in the Tess Great House bloomed like Isela boasted.

It was a brilliant summer.

The roses that bloomed were still beautiful in the indifference of the landlord, and there were still various varieties, as if reminiscing about the deceased hostess.

Among them, the paper that bloomed was particularly noticeable. The petals on the outside were white and red inside. It was the first time I saw. From a distance, it was like a flower crown made of paper. The combination of pale pink petals and mild white petals, not vivid red, was very beautiful. Karen broke one of the roses. Then he dropped a small bug on the rose.

Even if the roses were beautiful, it was obvious right away because no one was in charge. The leaves were often eaten by insects, and a lot of weeds were also mixed. The branches were not trimmed either. But some wild nature is also wonderful. It wasn't bad.

There were bugs, clothes were rustic, and there were few cosmetics, but there was peace here. So you didn't have to worry. But Karen kept thinking about one person who was gnawing at her mind.

The face that kept coming up, even though I shook my head not to think, continued to make me uncomfortable like a worm in the rose garden.

Is Icela Evans still missing?

Karen didn't like Isella, but she didn't hate her. What are you going to do if you get mad at the person in the novel anyway? That was her creed.

When a father is swindled out of his entire fortune by someone, when he becomes a maid, when he is slapped because his car is cold, and when he has to endure the sticky hands of middle-aged men. Even when I work day and night and fall down.

It's okay.

I don't hate you. I'm not in love. I'm not afraid. I'm not sad.

Everything is in the book. As time went by, I was sure that I would end up in the end and go back to my place. I found only that one.

I repeat, I don't regret myself. I take it for granted. Now they're all alive again. Donna is a bad laundry maid again, and Tom will be beaten by Thomas.

But Karen didn't know why Isela was so bothered. No, maybe it's natural.

If she is the heroine of a romance novel, she is a supporting actress.

The supporting role that bothers the heroine until the end and leaves ugly. a fitting ending

"Do you like my necklace?"

"You are my maid now!”

"Have you... How dare you…."

Isela was jealous of Karen. It was blatant. From trying to get the eye out of Raymond, to attracting people's attention in society, and just moving around and laughing.

Karen couldn't understand it.

Appearance ended with that. It ended by drawing people's attention briefly.

Karen had no money and no powerful parents. Even if Isela grabbed her hair and threw it away, other maidens held her hand saying they felt sorry for her later, and other nobles kicked her tongue.

It didn't change even if he was Berdych's adopted daughter. Berdick gave her a relentless lash, not her own daughter, and when Isela opened her eyes, she eventually led Karen to death.

All that remains of Karen was just Raymond's sympathy. Because of it, Verdick killed Karen dozens more times.

Karen thought of her nails. He looked down at his fingernails. I didn't know very well. Someone's fingernails have been pulled out. Raymond pulled out his fingernails. To get information. Maybe to vent my anger.

Isela is missing.

Is the owner of the nail Isela?

But what's wrong with that?

Even if Raymond loved Karen, needed her, pulled someone's fingernails, how would Karen blame her? Why am I surprised by that?

But Karen was strangely uncomfortable with the idea that the owner of the nail was Isella.

Why is the thought so uncomfortable?

It's good for tricking books.

It's good to be back alive.

It's okay because you've died again and again.

But Isela never killed Karen.

"He's guilty, too. Karen. Everyone is influenced by their parents. Why do you think you don't get a crime when you get a name for a legacy? And it's obvious that he grew up under such a person. He's going to be a criminal, too.”

Isela looked at herself pitifully and said, Karen thought of it then. Would she understand if the same situation came to her?

Icella's father, Berdick Evans, killed Karen Haier several times.

So did Raymond kill Isela? Will Isela be convinced of her death?

Of course I won't. As everyone does. Raymond thought he was the only one, and that would be enough, but it was also uncomfortable to imagine Icela Evans being tortured to death by Raymond.

If he had killed Isela, he wouldn't have felt bad. If he had killed him in front of Berdick, he would have felt even more joy. However, the assumption that Raymond tortured and killed Isela is also uncomfortable.

What is the difference? Karen kept thinking. All you can do is think about what you can do in this one-of-a-kind mansion.

And I came to an immature conclusion.

He dismissed himself as inside a book, but it is not a book.

Because it's real people now.

Because he himself is a human being and Isela is a human being.

And it was because Isela was a rare person who eventually never killed herself.

"…sigh."

But Karen closed her eyes with a sigh. I couldn't see the city. Who do you sympathize with?

In the end, this is a cheap pity that you don't even need, a solitary pastime that you don't even need to think about. extravagant feelings of surplus

Karen sighed.

He also seems to have spent too much time with Isela.

But the problem was very short. There was peace in this life, but time was bound to flow and eventually eventually burst.

I heard a mocking bird. The scent of roses wafted. The collection of poems he was holding fell beside him.

“…….”

Karen realized that she had a nap on the bench in the garden. My mind waned and my eyes opened. I felt a sign of popularity. It was still Raymond, not anyone else. Raymond's golden hair was shining in the sunset. But he didn't stay calm.

Karen wondered if she was sleeping and couldn't wake her. But even so, Raymond was so weird.

'…what's wrong with him?'

Raymond was still distracted by Karen's gaze.

But it wasn't something to do again. It wasn't talking to me, it wasn't watching. Raymond was walking around Karen in a haphazard way.

He seemed to be restless and unable to say something important to her. The viewer was more anxious.

"Hmm, Hmm."

Karen coughed in vain. However, Raymond still hasn't stopped being bustling. He seemed to be lost in thought.

"Lord Raymond."

"…carren, are you up?"

Raymond stopped walking. But his face was awkward and his fingers wiggled.

"Did you burn your dinner?”

"What?"

"Or did you rip your clothes again?”

"No, it's not.

"I wonder why you look so distracted. And it's the wrong button."

Raymond grumbled.

"Well, there's only two of us anyway.... I'm sorry."

Karen beckoned Raymond. Raymond came up to the bench. Karen sat up straight and unbuttoned Raymond and re-inserted him.

"I can do it."

"It's because you look so distracted. What's the matter?"

"…there's something I can't put off."

What's going on?

Karen felt a bit of a pounding curiosity. That's why Raymond is so nervous. It was a rare sight.

"Why are you so restless when you don't tell me? Just tell me."

When Karen saw Raymond, Raymond answered with a slight frown. He didn't seem to like it when he said this.

"Carran, how much can you handle a gun?"

It was an unexpected question. Karen answered the sudden question, a little embarrassed.

"Just... I know how to load a pistol with a bullet."

"I'll give you a rifle, and can you shoot a person's head from the third floor of the mansion to the garden?"

"…will it be possible?"

Karen looked at Raymond with a puzzled look, but he was still serious. Raymond touched his chin and asked again.

"Then there is an axe."

"I don't have one."

But Raymond continued to speak, drawing a long axe in the air with his hand.

"Assuming you have an axe, well, if not that much, Xenon... Can an average adult man hit you on the neck with an ax?"

"It would be possible if someone tied him up or was drunk and couldn't keep his body in shape."

"…how did Prince Gwizu die?”

Karen was filled with energy from Raymond, who looked like 'You can do it!' and stabbed him in the chest with her fingers. Get a hold of yourself.

"Donna helped me. And it's totally different to hit someone behind the scenes and to subdue someone who's running at me. What's wrong with you? You know better."

Raymond pressed his forehead.

He realized that he himself had made a series of stupid remarks.

"Throwing grenades is easy."

“…….”

I don't think I've realized it yet.

Karen became annoyed to say more and stared at Raymond. When the silence continued, Raymond cupped and bowed. His expression was dark.

"…I think I'm a little old and out of my mind."

"No, thank God. Lord Raymond. What the hell is wrong with you?”

"…because, Karen, I think you should be alone."

The time has come before I know it. Karen realized why Raymond was so restless. Karen had to be in this mansion without Raymond. It was that time. Three months have passed.

The day had come when Raymond had to leave to work.