The Resetting Lady

Raymond went into the palace. In front of the gate, the captain of the guard looked at Raymond and pretended to know.

"Lord Raymond, long time no see."

"Yes, you look busy at the banquet.”

"Yes, it is. Are you going to attend?”

"Well, I need to talk to your Highness for a moment."

"Yes, sir. Go ahead and say, "

"Yeah, you look busy, but you don't have to show me around.”

"Oh, thank you. Then excuse me first."

Numerous servants were constantly moving inside the palace, but it was not that difficult for him to get deep away from their eyes. Several maids recognized him as they passed the hall, but soon turned their heads to do their job.

Raymond was frequently in and out of the prince's shooting teacher, so no one paid attention when he headed to the palace where the prince and his son stayed, not the central palace where the banquet was held. The crown prince often visited Raymond.

Prince Gwiz was not a proper father, and other teachers were old, so Prince Louis sometimes wanted to treat Raymond as a man who cared more than a teacher, or like a brother.

Prince Louis asked Raymond while he was holding a gun in class.

"Does that become fun for me as I get older?"

Raymond answered Prince Louis, trying to ignore the sounds of music from the palace.

"I don't look very funny."

Prince Louis was a different kind of man from Prince Gwiz. It may be because he is still young, but he looks more like his grandfather, his teacher's deputies, and his godfather, Marquis Pancair, than Prince Gwiz. Is that why Prince Gwiz hated Prince Louis more?

In the royal palace, banquets were held frequently. Prince Gwiz used to come out only when he wanted to, and usually the atmosphere of the banquet would become a decadent party when he attended. There would be loud noise and loud gambling, and as time went by, prostitutes disguised as maids would come in from outside the palace.

The old king could not afford to interfere with Prince Gwiz's actions in the royal palace.

'I'm sure he'll be here today.’

Raymond remembered that he had attended more than a hundred times. Then he will attend again this time.

The dark cellar that Isela said, and the room full of bodies, were definitely connected to Prince Gwizu's room. Karen will be there. It has to be. Still alive.

Sion mentioned the possibility that she might already be dead, but that was now out of Raymond's mind.

If Karen died, she would kill herself quickly. She will wish for it, too. Raymond was now annoyed to live more in a world without her. I got as much information as I needed.

Now, we have to move on the premise that Karen is alive.

As he walked, Raymond dropped a small bomb one by one into the hallway or garden whenever people were out of sight. It is supposed to wind the spring and explode automatically over time.

The sounds were so loud that it was enough to distract people. Some exploded like fireworks. It was even better if it was a small fire.

Because Karen was taken unofficially, if she escapes and stays inside her home, Prince Gwiz will no longer be able to touch her. Raymond decided to hide Karen deeper than last time.

What did I say?

Karen has gone too far in her life. Karen wanted to get out into the outside world. The moment he realized that where he had been was not a book, he tried again. But the effort did not shine.

As expected, the world is difficult, scary, and too rough for Karen to live in. Let's go back to the mansion again. Put Karen back in the room, whispering love in bed, and that will be enough. Then would she be unhappy?

That can't be true. Karen will love herself. You're the only one. We spent a year alone and another year together. If you live together for decades, hundreds, or thousands of years, it's a happy ending. It is a satisfactory eternal life.

Even if something never happened before, Isella helps Karen. Even if there is a miracle that Verdick saves Karen. After all, they are strangers and only two are important. The two need to spend more time together. I've had enough of the world.

"…there's no one."

Raymond stood before the prince's visit. I haven't met anyone so far. There were too few people. Raymond went out to the terrace to see if he had received a note from Zion as he passed by, but there was nothing yet. Has Prince Gwiz not arrived at the banquet hall?

'I've got to wait.’

It should be so if he is the original.

You have to be sure. You have to put up with it in order to increase your success rate as much as possible. Beyond that door, Prince Gwiz may still be with his men. Escape from the palace may become impossible forever. Raymond knew with his head that he should not rush until he knew where Prince Gwiz was.

“…….”

But I couldn't stand it. Thinking that Karen would be beyond that door, the patience that she had endured so far disappeared without a trace.

It's already been two days. Five minutes later, the skilled butchers cut off their breaths. It's no work to beat the whole body. I pray that Raymond was Karen hope survive to move forward judiciously. But he failed to wait wisely.

Crying.

Raymond put a pistol in his arms. There was still time before the first bomb went off. Then I'd rather use a knife. Raymond took the middle-length knife out of his arms.

'If anyone's watching, it's a death sentence.’

“…….”

There was no one in Prince Gwiz's room. But the room was a little messy. It's out. Did he attend the banquet? Then now is the time.

Raymond kneeled on the floor and lifted the carpet. And there was an entrance to the passage as before.

This time it wasn't locked. It was lightly closed. Raymond lifted the door. Then he went in there.

"Carran."

Raymond took a deep breath and walked inside.

Xion had not heard from the window yet, but I couldn't wait any longer.

Raymond re-checked the positions of the guns and knives. It was really a limit now. I hated being away from Karen anymore and didn't want to see her suffer.

Even if he kills everything he encounters and goes out, he will.

It was better than waiting.

***

Isela took steps with Zion. There was tension. Several pairs were slowly dancing to the bright waltz played by court musicians, but each of them was a dance to boost their party and excitement, but it was not an atmosphere to interact with others in earnest.

Zion spoke to Isela, who looked uncomfortable.

"Are you all right?"

"It's all right."

The atmosphere was not so bad because it was still early. Zion moved slowly with Isela and looked around. Even if it was held at the royal palace, it was not a banquet held in the New Year's Day or a festival, but a banquet held normally.

Originally, the atmosphere of the meeting was obvious. A group of people who just waste their time and enjoy themselves. It was a wasteful, decadent, and boring meeting. Sion was willing to attend such a party, but his main concern was an elderly aristocratic woman, so it was not an attractive banquet.

This was a group of men who liked to play. After a few hours, all the women in the group are likely to escape. I didn't like having this cellar here. But what matters now was not the joy of Isela and herself.

"Lord Zion, is it true that Prince Gwiz will be present?"

"Yes, maybe….”

Zion clouded the end. As Isela looked up hurriedly, she moved slightly away from Isela and continued.

"Your Highness will be there as she pleases. Other sources said he would attend, but….”

Raymond bragged, but for Zion, who attended these banquets more often than Raymond, he could not know what he believed and guaranteed.

It was a banquet, but it wasn't an important day and it wasn't a festival period. There were not many aristocrats present. Only a few young aristocrats who just loved entertainment were playing around with women.

Will Prince Gwiz attend? Zion was unsure. The decorations were not exceptionally fancy and not more high-ranking aristocrats attended. Of course, Gwiz did whatever he wanted, so there was no chance that he would attend.

"But today, exceptionally… It's healthy.'

Zion recognized the sense of incompatibility he felt. Prince Gwiz loved to turn the banquet hall into a decadent space.

Spraying wine on a brilliant marble, he wanted people to crawl around, and instead of his servant, he wanted prostitutes and male prostitutes to stand. He enjoyed watching the bankruptcy lose their dignity in gambling, and he loved to give guarantees and threaten them with it.

But it was a little different today.

The alcohol was plainly luxurious and not very high in degree. The music was a cheerful waltz and the decorative fabric was covered with bright creamy fabrics. The early lilies were decorated here and there, so rather than the banquet of the royal palace he attended, there was a saloon-like atmosphere held by any noble wife.

It doesn't feel like this when he attends. Is it really right for him to attend today? Zion bit his lips. asked Isela as she looked up at such Zion.

"Well, what happens if he doesn't attend?"

Zion made a face.

Then things get complicated. If that happens, Raymond may run into Prince Gwiz. So where's Karen Haier?

"Of course."

But his words were cut off. This is because the servant shouted loudly.

"Your Highness, Prince Gwiz, is coming in!"

That's a relief.

You'll have to send a note to Lord Raymond. And Prince Gwiz stayed there for a long time once he attended. This is because people enjoyed being drunk or unfriendly.

Then Lord Raymond will have plenty of time to get Karen Haier out. They can confirm that Prince Gwiz is here and spend as long as possible with Prince Gwiz here.

"I meet your Royal Highness Prince Gwiz."

"I hope God protects you. It is an honor to meet you."

Several people bowed to Prince Gwiz, but Prince Gwiz walked by casually to the seat he usually sat on.

Zion thought his face was a little different from before. The cruel-looking face, which always used to laugh at others, looked exceptionally bright today. Prince Gwiz slowly moved on. I made eye contact with Isela.

"Well, isn't it Icella Evans?"

“…….”

Isela has hardened.

Next to the white-hardened Isella, Zion grabbed her finger slightly. Wake up, Isela. Isela then bent down.

"I see your Majesty."

"Yes, I didn't expect to be here today."

I thought it would sink under the river bed.

Isela noticed a sarcastic nuance even if he didn't say it. Isela opened her mouth. You have to say. To father, to mother, so as not to cause harm.

"Well, I, Your Highness... in the same grace as the subordination of."

"What did I do to thank you for?”

Prince Gwiz asked, looking down at Isela with a light smile. Isela is speechless. I couldn't say thank you for saving my life here.

***

Raymond stood in an empty room.

There was nothing.

No bodies, no Karen, nothing.

***

Then I heard a familiar voice from Isela.

But it was a voice that should not be heard from here.

"Don't do that too much, Your Highness. Miss Evans is embarrassed.”

"…because it's fun."

The bell rang out late.

"Miss Karen Haier is coming in!"