The Resetting Lady

Raymond sat at his desk in his office, covering his face.

I couldn't think of any way to appease Karen. Although Raymond was stubborn about staying with him, his patience was thinner than I thought.

"…hehe."

Raymond got up in amazement when he saw the hand mirror on his desk. This is because his/her appearance in the mirror was shocking.

Appearance management was also one of his essential tasks because he knew Karen liked her face. However, in just one day, his face turned into a withered hydrangea.

"My face is so terrible."

The corners of my eyes were red and my jaw was prickly because I didn't shave. His clothes looked sloppy because he wore the same clothes all night and was anxious.

Karen looked like she would suggest that instead of feeling sorry for her emaciation, she would continue to use each room with cold eyes because it was dirty.

"James!"

"Yes, my lord."

"Bring me some washing and changing clothes. You look awful."

"Okay."

The servant quickly brought in cold wash. Because of the Raymond stayed up all night, all the owners of the mansion were nervous and on standby, so they carried out his orders quickly.

"Here you are, my lord."

"…Whoa."

When I saw the red flower engraved on the wash basin made of white pottery, I was reminded of Karen and sighed once again. Then a second sigh came out of his haggard reflection in the water, and Raymond pushed his face into the wash. I wanted to cry.

'It's hard.'

I already concluded that I would not send Karen to my head, but it was more shocking than I imagined that Karen was rejecting me anyway. What if Karen doesn't eat and then starved to death? I remembered Karen's death in many ways so far. She died really easily.

"Master!"

"Huh!"

Raymond hurriedly raised his face.

I forgot to breathe in thought and had my face in the water for too long.

"It's all right. I just forgot to breathe for a moment.”

"How can you forget that! I don't think you're all right, you need to call a doctor right away...!”

"It's okay."

Raymond soothed the old butler by wiping his face with a towel. I didn't want to worry the old butler who worked since his grandfather's time.

"But washing my face makes me look like a human being.”

Raymond held up his hand mirror and muttered, looking at the condition of his face.

And suddenly I felt emotional. Until yesterday, Karen smiled affectionately and put flowers in her hair.

"…it's all right."

"The Baron?"

Flowers are nothing.

What's wrong with eating alone and dressing alone? It was a matter of putting flowers in one's hair alone. Raymond nervously plucked a flower out of the pot while looking in the mirror. Then he put it in his head.

"There's no problem."

“…….”

"How does it look?"

"Yet-ryon, or Baron. It's very cool."

The butler prayed inwardly that he wanted Raymond to close his eyes before he could see him get worse. Raymond nodded at the butler's words and looked at the mirror again. It's like a flower in the head.

"Well, my lord."

"Huh?"

Raymond looked in the mirror and turned his head and asked.

"What are you going to do when you have a guest?"

One of the servants hurried up and asked.

It was a bit distracting. I didn't feel anyone coming at all approaching.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Baron Raymond."

It was a familiar voice.

Raymond hurriedly wrapped his hand mirror in a towel and handed it to the butler. When Xion looked at his face looking in the mirror, he hated it because it was obvious that he would laugh with a meaningful face. Raymond sighed deeply, then looked up and saw Zion standing over the door.

"Lord Zion, what if a man comes like that when he's not ready? Without contact."

"What do you do inside and outside of the same dorm room?"

Looking at Zion's insensitive attitude, Raymond clicked his tongue.

To Raymond, Zion now felt like a young, immature child, except for a knight two years younger than him. But the older one has to endure it. Raymond reached out his hand to Zion and said hello.

"That's not the time, so we should be polite to each other. Congratulations again on your achievement, Lord Zion. Your portrait came out very well in the paper."

"Congratulations again on your marriage and succession, Lord Raymond. "I was depressed because I wasn't as good as I was in person, but it's

"Sound, the artist has overdone it."

"Hahaha! That's a funny joke!"

After deliberately shaking hands with each other, Zion took off his hat.

"The last thing you asked for was a special order from the firm. You don't have to thank me."

"Yes, you don't have to thank me for the medal, Lord Zion."

"Thank you, Baron Raymond."

I don't lose a word.

But it wasn't that bad, so Raymond led Zion.

"Thank you, Lord Zion. Let's sit down and have a cup of tea."

"I like a drink made from barley."

"I know. Our beer is fine."

Raymond felt much better talking to Zion. I kept thinking about Karen, but my body got energy.

'I think I'm going to buy some. Karen isn't the only one I have.’

"Lord Raymond, can I ask you a question before you leave the room?”

"What is it?"

Zion was a face hard to describe.

"What's that flower?"

It was only then that Raymond realized he still had flowers on his head.

Zion smiled and put his hand on Raymond's shoulder.

"Oh, no, this is."

"It's possible for a man to do that's what a man can do. Putting flowers in your hair is also a good decoration. Don't you think society now has too much restrictions on how men look, Lord Raymond? Look at the peacocks. Aren't males more colorful to fit into the eyes of females? Men deserve more decorations."

"…that's enough, Lord Zion."

"I'm thinking of following Lord Raymond and decorating my hat in the future, but it's hard to find the right flowers. I think a child should put carnations on his parents, and what would be masculine and colorful? Sir Raymond's recommendation would be more helpful."

“…….”

Raymond thought it was a great relief that Zion didn't come in when he was looking at his hand mirror with flowers in his head.

"Did Miss Icela Evans come with you when you came?"

"What? No, why do you think so?”

"It's been a while since we've been together, so I thought you were here to make a wedding announcement.

Raymond looked down at the carriage under the window.

There was a carriage of the Evans family.

Icela and Zion had a good chemistry, so they were easily attracted to each other with a little chance.

"If you marry Miss Isela, of course you should celebrate. You're going earlier than I thought.”

"Do you like getting married?"

"Okay, you'd better get married soon. It's not until I get married that I think I'm starting to live my life properly. When I open my eyes, I thank God and the world."

"Yes... well, congratulations."

"What's wrong with the answer? I thought you were here to deliver that. Isn't that right?"

There is no other reason for Xion's sudden visit. I've done most of the work in advance, so there's nothing else urgent to come up with.

Raymond couldn't understand Zion's attitude, which seemed to be a bit of a distraction.

"Did you just come and play?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get in touch. Karen isn't feeling well right now, so it's hard to treat her in person for a while."

"…Ah…Yes…. I see…. Is everything all right?"

Raymond paused for a moment.

Then he answered again.

"We have no problem.”

"…yes."

Raymond's appearance was unusual, so Zion changed his words without further question.

"Anyway, I'm not here today to talk about the wedding. We're still getting to know each other. And Miss Icela Evans' business is very busy."

"Really? That's surprising."

Raymond wondered sincerely about the past of Isela Evans.

Isela was not a very smart person in his memory. She was the one who always tried to get hold of Raymond and lost everything she had.

However, when she met Zion, who was always wagging his tail under Isela, she began to act more boldly than before. No matter what he did, the fact that there was someone who sided with him seemed to give him strength to fight back against his parents.

"Oh, that's great."

"Right?"

Yes. Raymond really thought so.

Isela and Raymond were better off keeping their distance than watching from the side. She was able to walk her life and Raymond was able to walk Raymond's life in a better direction.

I sighed. There is also a relationship where you have to live several times like this to be solved.

Raymond looked down at the teacup and murmured.

"I wish she had visited me if I were a king.”

"…why are you looking for Miss Isela? Don't tell me…."

"Don't say anything that's not even a joke."

Raymond sighed deeply.

"I was wondering why Karen was so eager to go to the sea that she must have seen Miss Isela's story."

"What story?”

"There was an article that the Evans started a large cruise business."

Raymond gnashed his teeth as he recalled the newspaper ads that caused all these problems. Zion immediately recognized what he was saying.

"Oh, that one. You must have seen it."

"Yeah. I didn't know Berdick Evans would start his own business. It was surprising."

Raymond recalled the past.

He was able to ease some of his resentment against Berdyk because he knew he would surely be destroyed. He will be on a roll for the moment, but in a decade or so, he was absolutely destroyed. Berdick ended his life miserable in his old age and Raymond watched it more than 100 times.

"No, it's not the business of Mr. Berdick Evans."

"What are you talking about, Lord Zion? Obviously, the advertisers in the newspaper were from the Evans family."

"That's true, but it's not Mr. Evans, it's Ms. Icela's new business.”

Sion explained with a smirk.

Berdick was the biggest player in the loan business and the arms business. After saving Lewis, Verdick hoped for the royal convenience, but ironically his business was scaled back.

This is because the Marquis of Pancair began to take advantage of Verdick's business. Verdick jumped, but that didn't mean Lewis could abandon the Marquis and support Berdick. Because Pancaire is his stepfather, uncle, and Marquis.

'It's like a safe to pay!'

Berdick wept and moved away from the front line to eat mustard and began to present his daughter. It was a close shave, but Isela didn't miss the opportunity. Everyone expected to follow what his father was doing, but Isela took a different line from Verdick.

Isela turned metal and timber used for weapons toward shipbuilding. With huge cash and royal favor on their backs, the Evans family quickly expanded their business. However, even if it is better than the loan-to-value business, there must be people who are affected by the expansion of new businesses. Those who had already settled in the same industry, where profits had decreased, were grinding their teeth because they wanted to kill the Evans family.

Since it was a new start, it did not proceed as quickly as the previous Verdick's wrinkled business, but it was a remarkable pace considering it was a challenge in a new area.

And Berdick and Isela, who will take over the business, were busy enough to waste their breathing time.

"You mean Miss Icela Evans is rolling three large ships herself?"

"Yes, it is. So I'm putting off my marriage. If I get married now, I'll be Isela Electra."

Zion Electra recently made a big contribution and became quite a celebrity thanks to his sleek face.

The Evans family also lined up Prince Louis, but still had a reputation as a loan shark. They decided to postpone their marriage to avoid the gossip that they would hear if they married Zion. This was because Berdick's name would be forgotten sooner, and also because Icela wanted to wield more power as the daughter of the Evans family.

"Then what are you doing now, Lord Zion? Of course I thought you were involved in Verdick's business.”

"No, I know I don't know anything in that direction. I'm going to do what I'm good at.”

"What are you doing?"

"Icella's bodyguard."

"…you're quite discreet.”

"It's the basis of Daryl's son-in-law. My vocation is to flatter next to a competent woman rather than to do business myself.”

"Yes, it's positive and it looks good.”

Raymond sighed.

Icela Evans was pioneering her life so well. Karen was no longer a big part of her. Even Raymond. From the beginning, they had a bad relationship that should not have been so entangled. A bad relationship that I can be sure of after all these years. Even for herself.

"So, Lord Raymond, what's the matter with you?"

Sion sat on the table and asked, biting a pipe. But Raymond said, putting gingerbread cookies instead of matches on his hand requesting fire.

"No smoking in this mansion. My wife is pregnant."

"Oh, congratulations. Is that why your wife is depressed?"

"Yeah, do you happen to know what's wrong?”

You know women well. But Zion was serious.

"I wouldn't know. No matter how many women I passed by, I never got pregnant.”

Raymond threw another cookie at Zion's face while thinking about hitting him with a straight face, saying he would keep what he wanted to protect.

Zion snatched the cookies with his other hand and bit them in his mouth.

"I'm disappointed if you look at me like that. By the way, will you keep that flower on your head? That's really weird....”

"Never mind."

"Did you like it?"

"Carran told me to wear it.”

"Oh, that's the problem, isn't it?"

"Well... I don't know what the problem is.”

Raymond murmured, fiddling with the flowers on his head.

"I'm pregnant, and I keep trying to go outside. Anyway, I thought it would be a good entertainment if Ms. Isela visited."

"Why don't you two just go on a trip together? There are a lot of people who are traveling if they are not expecting a baby. If Lord Raymond comes, I'll pray to Ms. Isela for a good room. It could also give the impression that the relationship with Sir Raymond has been well established."

"That's not working. It's dangerous."

"If you trust me, trust me, Miss Isela."

"That's not the problem, Lord Zion. It's all dangerous during pregnancy."

Raymond shook his head firmly.

That was a bad word. He was even forced to accept the idea of bringing in other people, but it was dizzying to think about the sea and the unknown country.

"Dear Raymond, isn't that dangerous for your house?"

"Lord Zion, at least I can manage the house. Wherever I am in this house, I can visit within five minutes, the doctors are always on standby, and the chefs and maidens are also very strict. It could be dangerous here, of course. But I want to rule out the danger as much as possible.”

"Wow."

Zion looked at Raymond as if he was sick and tired of it.