The Resetting Lady

Karen swung her ax.

It was to hit the man's head.

But the attempt failed. The ax snapped at something. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get down. Someone was holding it. Karen heard a small voice in her ear.

"I asked you to pay for the car, and I was wondering why you didn't come here."

Of course it was Raymond.

But Karen didn't understand what he was doing. Why did he catch the axe now? Karen looked up at Raymond. Raymond looked down at Karen. The eyes met. The green, friendly eyes smiled. He smiled sweetly as if he were dying of love. Then he kissed Karen's forehead as she looked up at him and whispered. It smelled like a forest.

"Take your hands off the ax, Karen."

Why? Karen didn't understand. Why are you telling me not to? Is it because you don't trust yourself? Karen grasped the axe. I could do it myself. It was right to share this kind of work. I didn't want to hand it all over to Raymond. Just as Raymond did for himself, he wanted to understand Raymond himself.

"Come on."

“…….”

Karen took her hand off.

If Raymond is trying to kill a man instead of himself, Raymond would be better suited. I thought he was dealing with Verdick, but Raymond is down now. Do you think he's already taken care of Verdick? Is that why other people came down to finish?

"It's not even a good one. The smell is disgusting here, so we'd better get out."

Raymond picked up the man. Is it because you think it would be better to take care of it elsewhere? Did he designate the wrong place? Karen looked at Raymond. But he carried the man back to the kitchen and put him on the sofa where the other men were asleep.

"Well, I don't like the way he looks. I don't like faces like this."

“…….”

"Cally, this guy isn't your cup of tea, is he?"

"Lamond, it's not funny."

"It was a serious story. I can't change my face."

“…….”

By any interpretation, Raymond's trembling image was not seen as an act to kill people. Karen asked Raymond in a low voice.

"…what are you doing?"

"What do you do? They're putting people back."

"…doesn't he kill you?”

Shouldn't we kill him?

"How could you make such a terrible noise?"

"Lamond!"

"Hush, Kelly."

Raymond replied playfully. Then I gently pressed Karen's lips with my fingers. Karen stared at the brazen face and bit Raymond's finger.

"It hurts."

"I asked him what he was doing."

Karen asked, holding Raymond's hand. Raymond took Karen's hand with his other hand and pulled out his hand as he shivered.

"Berdick is still waiting, so I'll take the car up. Wait for now and wake them up in about thirty minutes. We're going to let Verdick go by that time."

"…yeah?"

"I'll explain it to you later."

Karen stared blankly at Raymond's back with hot water herself.

I couldn't understand Raymond.

***

"Have a safe return on your way."

“…….”

Berdick took off his jacket and threw it on the floor without answering.

"Lind, give me your jacket.”

"Yes."

When he reached out to Lind, one of his servants, Lind took off his jacket to Berdick. It was inferior to Berdyk's usual clothes, but not comparable to those provided by Raymond.

Because Lind, even if he was a servant, was a lawyer who lost his clothes to Verdick. What Raymond gave me was clothes that would only do chores. Most of all, Verdick was disgusted by the fact that regardless of quality, he put on clothes that Raymond gave him.

"I can't stand it because I feel like I'm going to rot.”

"Bee, Mr. Berdick! Baron Raymond Sayertes is still....”

Raymond saw Verdick off from behind. Unlike Verdick, he was a smiling face.

"I can't believe you ignored my kindness like this. My heart aches, Verdick Evans."

"Ha, that's not funny.”

Raymond picked up the clothes lying on the floor and said, "But Verdick didn't look back. The disgrace Berdyck suffered from Raymond in his room was no longer acceptable. Raymond laughed, trampling on Verdick's request. How dare he do this to himself? The clothes of the servants were all to mock themselves. Verdick walked quickly out of the mansion.

"Lord, my lord!"

The servants scurried after Verdick. Berdick got into the carriage and said nothing for a long time.

"…would you like to go straight to Evans' home?"

"…Wait a minute. Let's take a carriage and make a big tour of the territory. I need time to think.”

Lind, who best suits Berdick's taste, asked Berdick. Lind was very nervous when he saw Verdick throw away his top as soon as he got in the carriage.

After losing Isela, Verdick seemed crazy for a while. It was natural for parents to lose their children to be crazy, but Berdyk was a person who easily turned anxiety into violence to his subordinates. Like Lind, the servants next to him always had bruises on their legs, and the old butler was sick because of Berdick. This is because Verdick beat up the old man with a whip for not properly managing the house. The people gathered now haven't slept well for months.

"Do you think everyone has the same basic physical strength as themselves....’

Others were the ones who used to use their bodies, the worst for anyone who used pen-rolling as a business.

Berdick was exceptionally fit and a man who believed others should at least follow him. People couldn't stand to rest or talk about anything else while looking for traces of Isella.

She slapped the maid on the cheek to clean up Isela's room, and kicked her shin to clean it up. He stared at me to eat, causing me to have an upset stomach, and cursed that I heard a sound when I heard the sound. It was painful in one way or another.

As time went by, the time came for Verdick to resign.

"Bring me the document you handed over last time. I think I've put the work off too much.”

'Finally the master has come to his senses!'

The servants looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. The servants and the maids were the people who worked for money, not the family. Some were worried about Isela's disappearance, but the pain from Berdick was much greater than sympathy. Some went out to quit their jobs rather than quit, and the work got harder because of the absence of people.

At least when things were about to go back to normal, the users screamed when Isela's hair, believed to be Isela's, arrived. Some sympathetic people believe that she is alive, and those who only work for most of the money expect hell to unfold in the future.

rattle, rattle

The carriage was quiet. The servants looked at each other. Berdick was holding his cane with bloodshot eyes. It also seems that it has not been properly resolved. The servants exchanged glances.

"Well, it doesn't look like it's been processed, does it?’

'Somebody talk to the master.’

'Mr. Linde, ask me.'

Damn it.

Lind coughed and asked Berdick carefully.

"…Master, did you take care of the Baron Raymond Sayertes?"

"What's wrong with your tone?"

What Verdick said was unexpected. Lind thought his master was taking it out for nothing. Things didn't seem to work out.

"Well, if I made a slip of the tongue....”

"No, not that one. Your pronunciation is a bit strange.”

"What?"

Lind raised her eyes at the sudden noise of her owner. Verdick was staring at Lind's mouth. He gulped down his saliva.

"Oh... I'm sorry, my lord. Actually, I fell asleep for a while because of the long conversation between my master and Baron Raymond."

“…….”

Lind closed her eyes. Because he thought Berdick would grab anything and hit his head. But he was also resentful. In the meantime, Verdick was too tired to stir-fry the servants too much. He only fell asleep for a while after drinking tea served by a beautiful woman in a warm place, and Berdick was staring at them as if to kill them.

"That's pathetic. I can't believe you're thinking of drinking what they give you.”

"What's the problem?"

"…that's enough. Let's go down to town and watch."

Berdick's words were unexpected. Apparently Berdick was authorized by Raymond to track down the shipment. It was an important document to find his daughter Isela.

"Did you get permission from Baron Raymond?"

Berdick's face was not particularly good, so he expected to have been rejected, but fortunately he had been given permission. But Verdick shook his head.

"No, he refused. And not only that....”

"What's wrong with you?"

"I think we still have to wait and see. I won't leave right now and I'll wait."

"It would be difficult to investigate if I didn't get permission."

Berdick gave a natural answer.

"Pay money."

"Recently, bribery laws have been strengthened."

"You take care of that."

"Mr. Evans!"

Berdick beckoned Lind and opened the window. Then he looked at his men with pathetic eyes and ordered them.

"I stay in town for now. Don't throw up here."

Berdick turned around and glared at the castle. The men shut their mouths. They don't know the story between Verdick and Raymond now. But something bad happened, and it was clear that it wasn't a good thing for them either.

***

Karen sighed as she watched a group of Verdick moving away. I didn't like it.

"Why don't you let go of your expression? I'm leaving tomorrow, and I want to see your smiling face."

"Do I look like I'm going to laugh now?"

"There's nothing you can't laugh about in your life. I'm laughing just because you're next to me... Ugh."

Karen elbowed on Raymond.

"Why the hell did you do that?"

"What are you talking about?”

"What do you mean?"

Karen glared at Raymond and said,

"Of course you should have killed them all."