The Resetting Lady

04. Wouldn't it be enough?

"Didn't Karen say no?"

"Yes, this woman is Kelly. It's not Karen. I ran into him in the woods. I'm living like this because I'm meant to be."

There is no one who can prove Kelly`s past activities. You don't have a family."

"What should I do now that the whole family is dead?"

I think I'm going to have an upset stomach because it's meal time.

Berdick and Raymond were raising their voices.

Karen looked at the two and drank the water. The cold water with a lemon made the throat cool. Verdick's voice is good, too. I don't even have a hoarse throat.

"Look at the portrait she and I brought!"

Berdick said, pointing fingers at such Karen. My voice got a little rough when I was dealing with Raymond.

"Are you going to say that when Karen Haier's face is the same? And can you prove that this woman existed before the date she went missing?"

"Do I really need to prove it to you?"

“…….”

Karen looked at Verdick's face and looked at Raymond's answer. Raymond must be thinking of pushing ahead with the setting of Kelly.

"That's a good meal is fine. But Mr. Verdick, the freshness of the meat shows that you've used my hunting ground, and you can't do this."

"The dish you're eating right now must have been made by my chef, how can you say that?"

"Then you can go out because I won't eat anymore."

'Childish…'

However, his words seemed to work well for Berdick. The childish and illogical sarcasm makes people more angry. Berdick's face turned red. I was gasping for breath, making a noise like this. Raymond added words to the Verdick. It was an unexpected remark.

"…That's great.

"What?"

"Mr. Berdick Evans. We will grant you permission to investigate the shipment."

Now? Karen opened her eyes round. Raymond's right to investigate that shipment was just bait. There was not a proper piece of information. Berdick knows he can't get anything from there anymore.

"This house is still....”

"What?"

When Raymond answered back, Karen knew he had said it on purpose. I can't say to Raymond, 'I've already searched everything illegally, but I can't find it. I'll search the house.' Berdick was not in a position to blame Raymond for giving him the right to investigate.

"No, no. Thank you."

Berdick could only say that after all. "I haven't searched this house enough yet," he wanted to say, but it wasn't something he could say in front of the landlord. In front of him, who is also a nobleman. Berdick swallowed it with abusive language.

Judging from Raymond's naive request to investigate the shipment, all the clues must have already been lost. Lind had already been bribed to investigate behind the scenes, but there was no real clue. It was said that it had been sent from this area, far from being enough to find a link between it and Raymond.

I'd rather search this house than investigate the shipment.

I need to get some information from her.

But already Raymond is back.

Verdick swallowed the moan. He was repeatedly disappearing as if he had no clue. If you say it doesn't matter at all, you can't forget it neatly.

Berdick was being tortured by hope.

The well-cooked dish was cooling down before my eyes. Verdick realized that he was tired of grief and fatigue. Tired. It was tiring to wrestle with Raymond and Karen, who couldn't answer, and the situation on Prince Gwiz's side was complicated. He constantly asked for confirmation of the projects he had put off.

Either way or not, Raymond patted the table with his fingers and said to Berdick,

"I hope you finish your meal."

“…….”

Berdick dropped his head on his plate. Karen and Raymond watched him and slowly finished the meal.

And Karen had a stomachache.

***

"Mr. Berdick."

"What's going on?"

Berdick saw Prince Gwiz's men who came to him. He was a bunch of Bobboroughs who didn't do much to save money. Berdick was Prince Gwiz, those men, and I didn't like him very much, but he was the king of the future king.

"You know Prince Louis died a while ago."

"…you know that."

Prince Louis died at an early age. Of course Verdick foretold his death. So Verdick bet on the crown prince rather than the crown prince. The current king or the young aristocrats thought that Prince Louis would overtake Prince Gwiz and become king, but it was impossible for Berdick to see it.

Prince Gwiz had a perverted disposition and was free from gambling and drugs, but in fact there were many such nobles and royalty. Countless people who came to Verdick used to show their darkness without hesitation. Berdick always felt like he was dealing with monsters while dealing with them. He also had to feel that he was just one of the long-term horses, a common money bug, and a purse. Because they treated him like that.

So much so that Berdyck had to be careful when he saw people. In front of many aristocrats, even though they despised him, they would send him letters from behind asking him to lend them money. And even if Crown Prince Gwiz was drugged, funny enough, he didn't have any health problems.

He was in his middle years, had a lot of energy, and the law on succession to the throne was extremely difficult to revise. Today and tomorrow, the king was too busy to fix it. The king was holding on to his haunt, but it was impossible to fix the future for Prince Gwiz.

Berdick thus bet on Prince Gwiz.

I gave him a woman, I gave him money, I begged. Sometimes I purposely asked him for a favor. There were more times when it didn't help much like this, but Prince Gwiz had to give him a chance to show off.

Prince Gwiz was young, healthy, and even if he killed people, he chose and killed those who were perfectly fine. He had a cruel and strange wall, but it didn't matter much to Berdick. He was most likely to be the king of the future, and if so, it was right to fit into the future as much as possible. I couldn't take any chances.

And he was right.

Prince Gwiz eventually killed his son.

"Should I congratulate him or should I give him tears?"

"Please congratulate me on tears during the day and at night."

Berdick smiled in vain.

"You're greedy. You don't have to go because you said the funeral will be held in an informal manner."

"Yes, you have sent me a message that you want to receive a congratulatory gift."

"…tell him I'll sponsor the fair you're planning."

"Okay."

Although Prince Gwiz didn't understand him as a big fan of Isela, it would be impossible for most people to understand Prince Gwiz. Berdick held his breath and wrote a letter to the mansion.

As soon as the funeral was over, Crown Prince Gwiz was scheduled to hold a World Expo under his command. Of course, much of the money had to be paid by Verdick. Berdick had a headache when he thought of a way to reduce possible damage.

"And then."

“…….”

When I say that, I always say something bad. Verdick looked at the messenger delivering the message.

"He asked me to tell him that he really wanted to see the woman, believed to be Karen Haier."

"…I don't think it's time for him to do that."

He killed his son, but the Marquis of Pancair is still alive. He had been on the periphery for many years and had a considerable army.

"Yes, sir. But it was said that it would help you confirm."

"She's wearing Raymond Seyertes right now. And since he's officially retired, it won't be easy to get her out of him."

"He's not asking for it right now either. He said he thought it would be sorted out by next spring."

"You're confident.”

Even if Prince Gwiz was the first heir, the king did not hand over the throne to his son. However, he was rather popular with people who didn't know who he was. This is because rumors that she was ruined after her death by taking drugs and getting drunk or being hung up on her first love gave her a sense of familiarity. The present king was also under pressure to not hand over the throne to his son.

With Prince Louis dead, he will have to make a decision sooner.

Berdick scratched his head. Dozens of methods and solutions were emerging when the idea of how to hand over Karen came to mind. Most of them were things that needed a lot of time.

"It's hard right now."

"Yes, I'll tell him that. And…."

The man chewed again. Berdick became nervous again.

***

As Raymond said, Verdick did not stay very long. Berdick collapsed on the spot when he heard the news. I didn't want to hear that. I didn't want to give up hope until the end.

He cursed himself a moment ago, thinking he was too tired and wished he had no hope. He shouldn't have done that. He should have moved more differently. I wasn't looking for a house here. The shipment was not a problem. I had to go somewhere other than here.

"A body believed to be Isela was found."

And the place was a faraway place that had nothing to do with this place.

***

There are only two left.

Berdick left without saying hello to them as soon as he heard that the body believed to be Isela had appeared.

"Laymond."

"Yes."

"The news that Verdick Evans is leaving soon... Did you know that Icella's news will come from here?"

"That's right."

Karen looked up at Raymond. It seemed a little dry. But there was a constant smile on his face. The face looking down at Karen was always the face of a young man who seemed to be in love. So Karen laughed face to face. To that man who did everything for her.

If he had sympathized with Verdick, it would have been the most troublesome luxury in the world.

What has he done so far?

I thought it was two people moving on the type.

But now they think they are like walking ghosts.

And most of all, the more I loved Raymond, the slower I felt guilty on the floor. It's like water and it devours Karen.

"Carran, you don't look good.”

"No…. It's all right."

"What's the matter?"

asked Raymond. Before he knew it, he seemed to have escaped from sleep. But Karen lay face to face with Raymond.

"I don't know unless you tell me. I just want you to tell me.”

"Lord Raymond doesn't say everything."

"If you want… I'll say it."

Raymond replied hesitantly. But Karen didn't want to bother him. Just Karen reached out and swept Raymond's drooping bangs. These were the facts that he had guessed.

Whatever Raymond does, whoever he kills and who he grieves, it's all for himself. Karen was not bothered by it anymore. The guilt, love, and all that he felt was enough for Raymond.

Raymond didn't have to feel guilty about Karen.

But he had to feel it.

Because he's the one who attracted him.

"It's not like that. It's not like that... I'm just sorry."

"You don't have to feel sorry for me either."

But the reason you fell beside me.

Karen couldn't speak.

Raymond walked in this paper like Karen because he chose him.

Karen dragged him down here.

So Karen was suffocated when she saw Raymond.

***

And the day came.