The Resetting Lady

"Stop here."

Karen arrived at the old bakery. This place, which also serves as a mill, had some power over the villagers. It was a very small force for Karen to see, but it's a place where she can be condescending to the lowest people. And here was Karen looking for someone.

"…why did you come here?"

asked the horseman in a puzzled voice. Karen shrugged her shoulders and just said, Nancy also didn't like Karen, but it was Karen who made the decision.

"It would be better to visit somewhere else than here, wouldn't it be? Why don't you go change the ribbon on your hat?"

"Let's stop by here first and then go."

"Okay, but I don't think there's a reason to stop by."

"Should I buy you a piece of bread?”

Then I heard the man's voice. He, who was sitting on the horse's seat, followed Nancy and Karen down.

"It's a waste of money."

Bowen followed down from behind the carriage.

"Lady Karen, I don't know why you're visiting this place, but this bakery doesn't taste good."

Karen felt some tension as she looked at Bowen, Dulan's servant. He has killed himself several times recently. Because Karen killed Duran. Bowen said he was fully on Dulan's side after being indebted to him. Unlike Nancy, it was not something that could be negotiated.

"I'll judge whether it tastes good or not."

"Lady."

But he won't do anything to himself now, though. He did everything he could to get over Karen's murder. As long as you don't kill Duran, it's okay. When Karen did not budge, Bowen eventually withdrew.

"Lady Karen, that's great. He's a servant, and he's acting like he's done something."

Nancy whispered. Nancy seemed quite pleased that Karen had ignored Bowen's opinion. Come to think of it, they didn't get along well. To the point where you don't hesitate to chop it up after you die.

"But don't fight with Bowen too much. Isn't it your loss if there's a fight?”

"Lady, only one footman and your own maid, and... Do you think the same of me who has abilities? I'm sad."

You're going to get your head cut off after you die. I'm the one who killed you last time, but he's the one who cut you off with his emotions. But it wasn't something to tell Nancy.

"…why don't you watch and learn what Donna does when you're with someone else?”

"Dona... are you a laundry maid?”

"Yes, I'm talking about her. You seem to get along well with other people.”

"How can I... with that pathetic girl....”

Karen sighed quietly and walked away. Donna's strength seemed to be revealed only when she was in an emergency.

But that didn't mean he wanted to see Donna again. Talking to Nancy and talking to Donna was a different subject. Karen, however, was embarrassed to think of Donna's round face. It was the feeling I felt last time. It was a deep sense of defeat that life in the past would never come back.

But this will be okay after a few times.

Haven't you experienced it many times? Expecting, rewarding, and fulfilling. It all goes back to the beginning. It's all right. Even if others don't remember everything, there's one. As Karen approached, Bowen went forward and opened the door.

Ring.

When the door opened, the fat man sat up in a hurry. And I was embarrassed to see the unbecoming guests.

"Oh, dear! What's the matter? Uh, who's this?"

"It's Young-joo's daughter. Don't be so fussy."

Bowen said to the frightened baker. Wow, that's bad talk. Nancy whispered. Karen poked Nancy in the ribs and approached him and said,

"There's a kid here named Tom, isn't there?"

He came here to see the boy.

But Nancy and Bowen, who didn't hear it, had the same face as the man in front of them.

"…yeah?"

"He helped me a few days ago. I miss you. Where are you?”

The baker looked at Karen with a puzzled look. And he turned to Bowen behind Karen, but he doesn't know either.

"What does that mean? Who's going to help you? You've been... Well, you didn't go out much...”

Nancy asked next to her, but Karen didn't answer.

"Please sing it for me."

Karen kept standing and the man went outside and called Tom. Then the door opened again, and a little cilantro boy came in. It was a dirty, parched, big-eyed boy. He doesn't look like his father. But Karen knew how poisonous the boy's eyes were. He grinned at the thought.

"Hi, Tom."

It's been a while.

And Karen was glad to see the boy. Laughing with joy, a boy hungry for warmth approaches Karen. stammer out to Karen

"…well, I... Did you call me?"

"Yes, thanks for helping me last time.”

Tom looked puzzled. It's natural. He made Karen happy five more times before she died. But that doesn't change the fact. The past he entertained Karen does not change. So Karen came to visit him on purpose. Because he never forgets the past.

He keeps his word. And this time, the most generous good deed is on the horizon.

Karen smiled and took off her gloves, and handed Tom her hand.

"Will you follow me? I want to make you work in the mansion because I appreciate it.”

"…yeah?"

Tom's eyes opened wide. Next to me, Bowen or Nancy were surprised and stopped me, but that didn't change what Karen decided.

"Don't you want to come with me? Then there's nothing I can do."

"…no, no! I want to go! But... I....”

Tom was a little frightened by the good fortune of not knowing English.

"I really want to go....”

Tom looked scared, but he didn't miss the chance he was given. Tom was happy that Karen was mistaken. Tom gladly accepted her proposal.

***

Nancy rattled.

"Madam, do you know how much I wanted to come to the mansion?"

"I'm glad you're working now."

"Do you know how hard it was to get in?"

"I don't know that."

Nancy didn't seem to like Karen's decision to take Tom to the mansion. Come to think of it, it was the first time that Tom had entered the mansion so early. It was always after Karen was in danger to Thomas, and then Karen, who cared about Thomas, took Tom.

"You don't know because you're a lady, but... I think it's a great luck to live in my own house just like a kid named Tom. People like us can't settle down. So it was really... that Mrs. Catherine collected me and came to the mansion. It was a great luck. And I worked really hard.”

Nancy kept grumbling about whether she was upset that Tom had been picked up for no reason. He thought he had great luck after a hard time, but Tom had it for no reason. Nancy didn't want her luck to fade.

Karen could see Nancy's insides. Nancy is also a little selfish.

"Are you jealous of that kid?”

"I don't understand. Lady... do you know the lord?"

"My father will have no choice but to allow it.”

Karen knew her father was a pushover.

"Nancy, if you leave her here, she'll die from the dirty work she did earlier. Do you think that's right?"

“…….”

Nancy didn't say any more.

And Karen said she had to hold her hand to her impudence. My hands were itchy.

"So don't be jealous of him."

He's been living a miserable life enough.

This is capricious. Karen knew that her actions were not pure good will. Just as he started killing himself, this was just another life choice. But I wanted to do that this time.

No more coins. Karen should think for herself and decide.

***

If you've killed him, let's live a good life this time.

In fact, it wasn't that extraordinarily different. The life of an easy and good girl was something Karen had tried several times. However, when I thought that it was not a book, but a real life, there was someone else besides myself, I was excited as if I had killed someone.

'I think this is good, too.’

Karen pondered with a pen in her mouth. Every day I waited for Raymond, my heart throbbed. And Karen was going to live faithfully until he came. Every day was new. It was still short, but I tried to live hard every day.

Tom was full of love for starting a carriage. Although few of them were next to him, the older servants adored Tom, who was friendly and quick-witted, and Tom also pleased his servants. The attachment that had been sharpened for survival was shining. After only three days, Tom adapted as well as he had worked for a long time.

Karen remembered that Tom got sick. But this time I brought him in as soon as I got here, so Tom still seemed to be okay. Maybe this time Tom can live against fate. Karen thought so. Maybe this time Tom will live. And maybe he will succeed this time, too.

"What are you doing, miss?"

"Planning. How is Tom doing these days?”

"It's been a while since I came. It's only two days."

"I can't believe it's only been three days since I opened my eyes."

"I see…."

Nancy is very grumpy. It was different from Donna who was worried about Tom. Karen chuckled. Tom in this life was not the son of a death row, but just a slum boy. The lord sent Thomas a separate man to inform him of his son's work in the mansion and to come to him. Unlike last time, it was soft from the start.

"So... was it a plan to let that kid, Tom, live in the mansion?"

"Yes."

"I don't want to be honest with you....”

"I know. But what are you doing now?"

Nancy was bending over the fireplace and looking in.

"I'm looking for a piece of gold...Cough, cough. I can't see it."

Speaking inside, I think I'm caught in a sarira reliquary. Nancy pulled her face out and said to Karen.

"Lady, you've grown up so beautifully that you don't know. Children like that grew up ungrateful. You've been lying to hold her in... Ha, yeah, no matter what you did to her before, you don't have to do that in this life."

Karen replied with a smile to Nancy.

"I want to live in various ways."

"Oh, don't believe me. You don't trust people."

How can I say that I don't trust him so openly? Karen had no choice but to laugh at Nancy.

"I'll say it as a woman. Karen, are you crazy?”

I remembered a man who tried not to remember.

Karen shook her head. He is not a man who can do anything about it.

I just remembered Icela Evans, so what should I do?