The Resetting Lady

"I'm worried about Mr. Berdick's health. If you wear wet clothes, you lose strength. Give me a chance to be kind."

"I said it was okay."

"Cleaning is hard. Mr. Berdick."

Raymond put his hand on Verdick's shoulder. I didn't give you strength, but I felt enough pressure. Raymond looked down at Verdick and said,

How dare you be sarcastic! Verdick twitched his lips. But Verdick now knows what's important. He didn't come here to wrestle with Raymond. I came here to find out about Isella. You can find your own pride later.

Berdick bowed his head.

"Thank you... for your kindness."

Berdick was displeased.

The fact that he was displeased was unpleasant. In front of Raymond. What was even more disturbing was that Raymond was aware of it, and yet he didn't look bad-looking. Berdick's pain seemed to be a joy to him.

"Have you changed your clothes? Please come in."

Berdick went as he led him. The house was a little different from before. It was more desolate, quieter.

"Did you let all the other employees go?Except for that one woman.

"Well, that's right. I don't need that many people. I learned a lot in the military thanks to you. Your clothes fit you well.”

The horse had thorns. Verdick realized once again that Raymond and he were not in a very good relationship. Although Isela was among them, they could never have been a normal family. I didn't even want it.

Berdick thought of the number of people he brought. Then he shook his head. That's too much of an idea.

“…….”

Verdick changed into the dry clothes that Raymond gave him. However, there was no sense of goodwill at all. Raymond's clothes fit exactly like Verdick's. But the clothes were not for Verdick. It was the clothes of servants.

"You can wear it on your way home."

“…….”

It was disgraceful, but she came here for her daughter. Berdick stood there, staring at Raymond, and gave up and laid his eyes on him. Now he is a thoroughly underdog on Raymond.

"I came here, no other than....”

"Forget it. Please take a seat."

“…….”

Berdick sat on the chair that Raymond pointed to. And he waited until Raymond finished his seat.

"…can I smoke a pipe?"

"I don't like the smell of cigarettes. But if Mr. Berdick wants, he'll have to open the window.”

"No, thanks, Lord Raymond. I forgot I changed my clothes.”

Berdick looked at Raymond's face and spoke urgently. This is because there is something left to ask Raymond for a favor.

"I'm here for nothing else, but I need your permission to investigate the shipment."

"Do you?"

Raymond stared at Verdick. Verdick continued to explain further.

"Sir Raymond, you know, it's been months since your fiancee and my daughter Isela went missing."

"I know. I'm sorry."

It was not a regrettable face. Raymond's face was as calm as ever. The face seemed rather refreshing. Verdick bit his tongue so as not to expand his mind further. If Verdick punches at Raymond's face here, he won't be able to get near and fall. Of course, cooperation in investigative rights will fly away.

"But I didn't hear why I had to give you the right to investigate the shipment. We understand that our relationship is over."

"…not long ago, a hair that looks like my daughter's hair has arrived."

Berdick took the envelope out of his arms and handed it to Raymond. Raymond received the envelope and opened it.

"…Blonde doesn't guarantee your daughter. My hair is blond, too. It's not that rare."

"You don't think you recognize my son's hair?"

"It just seems common to me."

Berdick gritted his teeth. There is no way that she can't recognize her hair. Common blondes? No, there is no hair like Isela's. No one is the same. There is only one daughter of Verdick Evans in the world.

"Mr. Berdick, you look tired. I'm welcome to sleep."

"… Baron Raymond Sayertes."

"You can just call me Sir."

Verdick purposely glared at Raymond. It was to let him know what he thought of him.

"I knew the shipment had gone through here."

"I see."

"I want you to cooperate for the investigation."

Raymond made eye contact with Berdick. And the lips slowly drew the line.

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm busy these days."

If Berdick had a gun in his hand, he would have shot Raymond. Verdick glared at Raymond with bloodshot eyes.

***

Karen looked down at the teacup.

You have to do what you can.

Verdick has killed Karen dozens of times so far. That experienced, rich, persistent man, was Karen's greatest enemy in her life. He was brazenly and blatantly honest with his desires and was persistent in revenge. It was so persistent that it was hard to avoid even knowing it. Karen seemed to be strangled whenever she thought of him and her back was itchy.

Verdick saved Karen? What does that have to do with anything? Even a murderer can raise a crying child. You can throw a coin to a starving beggar. You can't judge a man by his actions alone.

And Verdick is more of a foundation for tax evasion than throwing it to beggars. Karen was disillusioned by herself, who thought of Isela for a moment and felt bitter. He is too much to take care of himself. He has died numerous times to this day.

Raymond killed someone for Karen. Maybe a lot. There will be Isela in it. It is a sin to feel bitter about it.

"…have you all eaten?”

Karen woke up looking at the sleeping servants of Verdick.

You must do what you can.

Raymond must have taken Verdick to deal with him. Then shouldn't he help the rest of them?

The effects of sleeping pills were considerable. Berdick's servants were all willing to drink Karen's tea without a doubt. Then he complained one thing or another. How crazy Verdick was after Isela disappeared, and how crazy he was because of the hair that arrived when months passed and finally calmed down. They stopped him from coming all the way here, but Verdick was so busy trying not to miss one by one.

Those things are not important.

The important thing is that Verdick is Karen's enemy, and these are Verdick's servants. Karen pushed an empty teapot. And then I woke up.

with a rattle.

Karen searched in the kitchen. What would be good?

The first thing that caught my eye in the kitchen was a kitchen knife. Karen thought of her death. Should I poke my neck with this? Where should I poke? I think your neck will be the best. But I'm sure it'll be hard to deal with it all at once. It is impossible to kill at once.

I'll sleep a few more hours, so let's take them one by one. It looked a little heavy, but I thought it would never be possible if I did my best. Let's kill the meat in the kitchen in a drying warehouse. If you drag it one by one, it will be possible enough. First, tie them all up and kill them one by one. It'll be all right if I stab him in the neck. But can he cut his throat properly with a knife? Karen looked at the knife she was holding. It wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn't reliable.

with a rattle.

I opened the warehouse. I can see the fish that are drying up. They were all skinned.

Deeply.

Karen cut the deer's throat as a test. Even though the skin was peeled off, it didn't fit properly. They lack strength. People will definitely get up in the middle, so it will be more difficult. All I had to do was hang it right on the hook, but Karen wasn't sure. This is not enough. I needed something to give more strength.

"…As expected."

Karen understood Verdick. Among the non-guns, my favorite was that. An axe will exert sufficient force. It is an axe that can cut a person's neck properly.

A knife, saw, axe...Where's the axe? Karen found the axe. A kitchen knife is not a very good thing. If you poke your thigh with a knife, you'll surely wake up and scream. The amount of sleeping pills was considerable, but it's not enough to feel a stab in the body. Karen agonized over the knife and axe, but she also liked to hit her neck with the ax.

Most of all, since he was cut off several times by Berdick, it would be appropriate for him and his subordinates to wear an ax.

I'm sure Raymond will kill Verdick. It'll have to do. It's not anyone else, it's him. Karen went back to the kitchen where Verdick's men were asleep.

a profit on one's own

It doesn't happen even if you drag it to the floor. The effects of sleeping pills were better than I thought. Karen picked up a relatively light load. It was heavy. The man's leg was pulled to the floor. But it didn't wake up. Karen carried him into the warehouse next door. Put the man on the floor and hold the axe.

“…….”

What's this guy's name?

Karen had that thought suddenly. He was one of Verdick's men. Among them, he looked relatively vulnerable. Karen doesn't know the name of this man. The thin jaw somehow reminded me of Duran, but that was it. He was not an important person, and Karen was a man who had never met him properly in more than 100 years of her life.

Why does he think like this? Karen shook her head. There are many people to kill. Let's do what we can do for ourselves.

If Raymond abandoned his morals for her, she should, too. What does it matter how grieved Verdick is about losing his daughter? What does it matter who the man under the ax is?

It has finally become a world of two in a world of one's.

There is no one more than that.

The only partners should be for each other.

Karen held her ax high.