The Resetting Lady

Karen finally gave birth after a long time.

At least Duran arrived on time and reduced the pain with morphine, but that doesn't mean there was no pain. In the beginning, he should have literally felt pain like his whole body was tearing. If Karen had a gun, she would have shot her head, saying, "I can't do it."

It wasn't until dawn the next day that Karen finally opened her eyes after having a bloody baby.

When I opened my eyes in the dark, two men stood beside me, unlike usual. One was Raymond and the other was Duran, who had been hiding everything for a long time.

Should I say thank you for helping me give birth? But the words didn't come out even if I tore my mouth off. But I couldn't be angry because I was exhausted. After giving birth, I was sick and tired of all of them and just wanted to stay asleep under the influence of course. I was sick all over.

"It's okay to sleep more, Karen. The baby was born safely."

It's over now.

Raymond's voice was soft. But Karen had to check. I've already told Raymond a few times before, but I don't know. Maybe….

"…is that your son?”

Karen asked in a tired but slightly anticipated voice.

Raymond thought for a moment.

Would it be better to answer as a son? Where do we get the baby right now, give it to Karen, and here's your son, and our son will no longer suffer, and if he lies like that, he will be satisfied.

Karen was sure that her daughter would be born not long ago. A daughter who has the same fate as herself and her ancestors will be born. Like her mother, like her mother. Like the saint of 2000 years ago, who was first offered as a sacrifice to mankind.

But now Karen was hungry for an answer. If a son was born, it would finally mean that the long task that had led to the bloodline was over. A son can't have a child by his own boat.

If you tell him that he was born to be a son, Karen could be comfortable.

Raymond was beset by temptation.

"…no. Your child is a daughter. You expected it."

It was Duran who answered instead of Raymond.

Raymond looked at Duran grudgingly, then shook his head when he found out that Karen was looking at him. Then he hugged the baby tightly in his arms. The newborn daughter, who had yet to open her eyes, was like a blood clot.

Then he realized what he thought for a moment. He swore not to lie, but he was still a man who wanted to hide the bad truth.

Raymond approached Karen.

The baby in his father's arms was asleep with his eyes closed tight. I laid the baby next to Karen.

"Pretty daughter, Karen."

"…that's your daughter."

When Karen heard it, she felt her expectations collapse. That thing in Raymond's arms will grow up just like him and die his first death when he is seventeen, and then he will repeat it.

Just like yourself.

Karen seemed to feel the pain again.

There is only one answer. So was my mother, and so was my grandmother and great-grandmother. They all gave birth to a daughter and handed over the death given death. You do the same for yourself. No one can repeat death forever.

However, it was heartbreaking to see a miracle denied in front of my eyes, even though I had already anticipated the answer.

"Now… I don't want to see it."

"Carran."

"Clean it up, please. I've got a nanny to breastfeed, so please take her to the nanny.”

Raymond lifted his daughter up again. Karen was turning and shrugging her shoulders. It was inevitable and painful even though it was something he had expected.

"…it's all right. Me too, it's gone bad.We're all going through it..”

However, it was another problem to check with your eyes even if you gave up with your head.

"But now I'm a little... It's hard."

"…let's get out, Bride. Karen, take a good rest and call me back when you're okay."

“…….”

Duran and Raymond closed the door and went out.

As soon as the door closed, there was a cry in the room.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The baby began to cry, too. I woke up after hearing my mother cry.

"Hush..."

Raymond picked up the baby and patted him on the back. The maids waiting outside the door reached out and tried to receive the baby, but Raymond shook his head. I still had something to talk about with the baby.

"Lord, come here."

Raymond walked with Duran. When I went down to the first floor of the mansion and opened the door to the south, a new space appeared.

"Here…."

"Yes, I modeled after the Crystal Palace to be built next year. Evans has something similar, but it's the first time he's never used bricks or stone on such a scale. You must remember."

It was a crystal palace that no Dulan would have seen. But Dulan knew this because he had to live a long life without committing suicide in his last life.

It was night and cold outside, but it was warm inside the greenhouse. Unlike the outside, where there were only a few empty branches, there were many plants growing inside. It was a strange space far from the world.

Raymond sat in a greenhouse chair and recommended that Duran sit down.

When Duran sat down, Raymond opened his mouth.

"Dulan, I know you've worked very hard. That's why my child was born. First of all… Yes, thank you."

But Raymond's expression wasn't very bright either.

He himself was also expected. Outside, a father hugged and rejoiced his child in front of his family, and it was certainly a miracle that he had a child.

But at the same time, it was also inevitable to feel the shadow of death.

His daughter was born in love, but she was born under such strict calculations. Parents had to create life to reach death.

And when he saw Karen's face, Raymond was no longer able to hide the darkness that had been subdued by himself.

"You must be quite old now, Father Duran. I'm sure you're not as good as I am."

“…….”

"How can I do anything more?"

"…I don't know."

"Did you not try, or did you need more time?”

"…I did my best."

"Do you need more time?"

"…what do you mean, do you want to say?”

Raymond looked down at the baby. It can't be cute. There is no way not to be lovely. But nevertheless, there was something more important.

"The day hasn't come yet. We have a few days left."

“…….”

"If we leave first before then, you can buy time."

Duran didn't understand what he was saying for a moment.

And soon he realized and grabbed Raymond's arm.

"Stop it.”

"You can start over, right?”

The child was born but the day did not come yet. Raymond heard Karen crying and thought.

If you want a more perfect future here, it may not be a bad idea to start over. It may be better to abandon your current child and repeat death again until you find a definite happy ending. When they die, even their children die.

Until Duran finds the perfect answer.

"Lord Raymond, I'm not sure."

Duran said urgently. Raymond's hand was on the baby's neck.

Duran grabbed Raymond's arm. But Raymond didn't get angry, but spoke to Duran in a very soft voice.

"I'm not blaming you now. Keep regretting and atoning for answers."

"Repeat won't answer!"

Duran could barely scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The baby burst into tears of surprise. I could hear birds in the greenhouse flapping. Raymond looked down at Duran and shook the child to calm him down.

"Hush... Don't cry, dear."

Duran gasped for breath.

It was hard. It was hard to live. I didn't know how far to get the answer. I didn't even imagine how long I would force myself to live.

"Dear Raymond...You're starting over now, but there's no answer."

Duran breathed hard.

***

There was a sin against man.

Being born itself was a sin. The first man was sinned and expelled from the God's garden, and all his descendants became sinners. No matter how good a man did, it was not enough for God. No matter what a man sacrifices for atonement to God, it did not meet the standards of God.

People found and dedicated one of the most flawless, gentle, and faithful women of seventeen. But she also fell short of God's standards. So God gave the woman repeated death. Be a man who dies and is born again. And sacrifice death to God again. A single death will not cleanse you.

And the first saint was delighted to receive it. The joy was beyond human comprehension. It is a joy that only adults can know. Whether it's pride, extremely developed compassion, or religious joy.

And the death task for women was a million.

"…one million times."

"Yes."

Duran breathed hard.

2000 years have passed since the death of the first saint.

Karen was the 117th saint. By simple calculation, 8547 times per person should have died before it ends.

"There is no record…No one knows how many times he's been killed. Karen lived a hundred times, but her mother lived 17 times. Countess lived seven times, and Grand Duchess Carla seventy-seven times. There are no more records on it."

Grand Duchess Carla was born during the war.

Her mother was one of the refugees. I don't know which family she was originally from. But one of the generals saw her beauty and took her as his wife. I didn't speak properly, was born among gypsies and didn't know what to write, but it was still a good time.

The general on the battlefield didn't want a smart wife. And after giving birth, the general's wife died, and her daughter Carla became the wife of the great Duke.

It was not until he turned 17 that he found out for the first time that he repeated his life and was able to guess his fate using legend, wealth and power. Why and how many days before his seventeenth birthday he started living again.

And she used her title as the wife of the Great Duke to lead the war to victory. The answer was obtained after 77 deaths.

But that was it.

We don't know how many of the 1 million deaths are left. The 17-year-old was able to guess from the saint to the ancestors, but the number of deaths for each person did not continue.

"But I don't think the first or second person would have done it for tens of thousands of years."

"…Carran went crazy in a hundred tries, but anyone who knows her situation may be able to survive for ten thousand years."

"It's just a groundless hope."

Duran dismissed.

"Even if I kill him, I won't get the answer. All the records were burned during the war."

“…….”

Raymond closed his eyes.

There was nothing more they could do now.