The Resetting Lady

[44]

Raymond, who managed to pull Karen out of the window, pulled her out of the window.

“I’m sorry. My mother’s belongings….”

To be honest, it might be a keepsake or not. Just in case. Raymond wasn’t outspoken, but he looked a little dazed.

“That’s enough. Let’s keep our mouths shut up.”

Whispering.

Fireworks and wind were mixed and chewing on the Haier mansion.

Inside Karen, Raymond rolled his foot on the roof several times and jumped down to the low roof.

a percussion quartet

“Oh, my God!”

Karen hugged Raymond’s neck.

Damn it, do it right! He cursed at himself, but he bit his teeth.

“May I ask you, can you balance and cross on that roof alone?”

Raymond’s roof, which he taught, was slightly tilted by fire, but the walls were stone and fine. Nevertheless, it was as wide as a step.

Not all of them are monsters like you. Karen shook her head.

“Even if my feet are fine, I can’t do it. You can’t even wake up a hundred times.”

It’s not a matter of effort. Raymond also nodded his head without changing his expression, as if he had just spoken.

“Then don’t breathe and just hang on.”

And Karen did.

Raymond bowed with Karen in his arms.

The man’s body smelled of familiar gunpowder. Raymond was jumping, but he looked like he was flying. I feel the sound of a bang. The sense gives me goose bumps. It’s a sense of fall that I’ve experienced several times, but there’s a person’s warmth next to me now. And that’s Raymond. Karen was therefore not scared. He will never die if he is next to him. At least until the day comes.

The body that climbed lightly falls on the roof and runs fast enough to hear the wind.

“……!”

Karen wanted to cover her ears, but she couldn’t because she was catching Raymond. Karen heard the window breaking as she ran. Whoever’s in there, it’s hard to survive.

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It was not until he finally reached the ground that Raymond put Karen down.

“Ugh.”

Karen tried to stand up and fell back into the pain of being pushed up from her feet.

“Lady!”

Donna came running. His face was covered with tears.

“Oh, my God, what the hell is this– What about the lord? He couldn’t come out…..hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Are you all right, miss?”

“…….”

Karen was hard to answer. I don’t even have the energy to joke now. That’s the limit. Too much happened overnight. He falls down leaning against Donna.

“Oh no….”

Donna hugged Karen and cried. Karen patted Donna and soon even got tired of it.

“Isela…”

Then he came up.

“How did my daughter….”

Verdick approached Karen with a terrible face. Karen bowed her head. I’m curious about that, too. Where is Isela? What happened? This situation is.

“Why….”

Nevertheless, it was uncomfortable to see Berdyck’s face. What Catherine now knows is that no one has seen Isela since.

“How come?”

Karen herself could not tell if she was happy or sad or relieved.

Verdick saw Raymond’s smile.

Verdick saw Raymond.

He seemed to smile.

***

Please don’t open your eyes like this. I used to pray whenever I fell asleep. I wish it would end without even thinking about it forever.

It is a useless hope. When I open my eyes, the day will start again. I know. I know. Same people every day, same smiles, same tears. It is frustrating to find consciousness in the dark and to find consciousness in itself.

“Are you all right, miss?”

It was comforting that it was not a garden that started every time, but a warm blanket.

The garden was always cold. It’s not the cold that shudders. It’s not cold this time.

Who killed me this time? No, I killed him this time. I killed him. No one’s gonna kill me. Ink on the paper, faint piano sound. No. Not this time. Not yet.

“Lady.”

Who’s that voice? A younger woman, not a dull, low-pitched voice.

Oh, right. I killed Nancy. That woman is not her. That voice is Donna. A little younger, more lively girl’s voice. different from before His voice was not influential enough to kill Karen.

“Are you all right?”

“…”

Karen tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t.

Are you blind now? Fortunately, I didn’t think so. I raised my hand and there was something in my eye. How long have you been asleep?

“…”

He opened his mouth, but his dry neck and lips were squishy and could not make his voice heard. As Karen clapped her lips a few times, Donna moistened her lips and eyes with a wet towel.

He had to come back to life again. to be dazzling Karen looks at the ceiling over Donna’s hand, which gently wipes her face. bright creamy wallpaper It’s not his room.

“…water.”

“Here you are.”

“How… how much did I lose consciousness?”

“Three days. I really thought you were going to die.! Black….”

Donna burst into tears.

“Me, too?”

Karen asked. Donna giggled and shut her mouth.

“A lot of people… Are you hurt?”

“Oh… my lady.”

Donna opened her mouth with a nervous face.

“Don’t be surprised…Actually, Lord Lord… Stop….”

Not that one.

Karen had to lower her head to hide her irritated face. Hair poured down on the bed. Not what you already know. And right before you went to bed, you already said your father couldn’t come out. You don’t remember? How many days ago did you forget?

Karen was expressionless, but Donna wept and mourned the death of the lord. It was too sad to be sad about the job being cut. At least that’s what Karen sees. Are you truly grieving over someone else’s death? You hired a good maid, Father. I’m not good at my job.

After some time Donna could calm down, Karen asked again.

“…speak slowly. Where are we?”

The ceiling was cream-colored and the wallpaper was full of flower patterns. The sun shone gently in the room, with tea and snacks on the table. You don’t have to tell me. It was the first time for Karen, but not the first time.

“It’s my home. Haier’s love.”

“…Mr. Berdick.”

The most uncomfortable and prickly man appeared. Karen felt Donna hardened. Karen groped for her throat. It’s still attached. What happened to Isela? Anyway, given that he had his neck attached and that middle-aged man wasn’t holding an axe, did Is she not finally get out of the mansion?

“Donna, stay out.”

Karen clenched her fist under the bed.

“…yes.”

When Donna stepped out, Berdyk came close to the bed.

Verdick remained silent for a while.

“…you know the situation.”

“My father is dead.”

“Yes, very unfortunately.”

Fuck. Karen remembers the smile Verdick made before. He laughed. Talking to each other.

“Miss Haier, the lord has hanged himself. My condolences.”

with one’s eyes down and so much pleasure

“As requested by him… Why don’t you help my daughter? I think it would be nice if a woman of her age could talk to me.”

Karen remembers.

But this time Verdick didn’t laugh. He was silent. He put his hands together, bowed his head for a moment, and frowned.

Something must have happened to Isela. Karen felt a little exhilaration. I wanted to throw her severed neck at him.

Silence followed. Karen, who couldn’t stand it, opened her mouth first.

“Mr. Berdick?”

“I’ll be blunt.”

“Yes.”

“Will you be my daughter?”

***

I put down the pipe with trembling hands. My eyes smarted.

The world is falling apart. Even if you yell and rip your head off, the reality remains unchanged.

“…Mr. Berdick. The Countess wants to see you at the engagement ceremony and in connection with Congress.”

“Get out! Leave me alone!”

It’s a clang.

Berdick shouted and threw away the bottle of ink. But the servant kept standing by the door. Black ink permeated the floor carpet. Her servant delivered his business beyond the door in a low voice.

“He says he’ll see you right away.”

He wiped away his tears. a piece of shit You’ve got my weakness. on the verge of an engagement My daughter, the last conversation I had was shouting. Berdick twisted his face and took a deep breath.

“…please tell him I’ll see him in a moment.”

Berdick’s heart was tearing apart. It’s a terrible thing. But what’s worse is that she doesn’t even have enough time to cry just for her daughter. Many of those plans that put the marriage of Isela and Raymond as collateral came to nothing. He covered his face with his fingers.

Berdick had to work. Take out a handkerchief and wipe the ink. But the ink has already permeated. Even the handkerchief is dirty. Verdick’s tears fell on the mark.

It’s not worth being sad about.

“Isela! Isela! Where are you!”

“Lady…!”

He grabs a crying maid and pushes her.

“Both of them?”

“Where’s the room?”

“The flames are too strong, I can’t get in!”

“Let go of me!”

In the fire, the mansion of the lord burns up, the mansion Berdick wanted to take possession of. It collapses. It doesn’t matter. Berdick’s daughter, Isela Evans, is still in there.

“Dangerous, Mr. Berdick.”

“Lord Raymond… Mr. Raymond…Please save my daughter.”

Verdick grabbed Raymond’s arm. I was willing to give him as much gold as I could. I’ll give it to you if you ask for all your money. But the face of Raymond he saw.

“…Mr. Berdick, I’m not the one who puts out the lights.”

He saw a faint smile on Raymond’s face.

It might have been an illusion. He may have misread it. Raymond did not reject it immediately. He went on to say so.

“I don’t know this place very well. You have to hear the situation from the servants.”

You’re right. Raymond is a knight. He’s a soldier. He’s not even the landlord here. It makes sense. suit a situation

But… but.

What happened to a man’s mind?

Verdick sat down with his eyes wide open as Raymond hugged the woman.

The man, whom the daughter longed for and wanted to get her hands on, brought Karen Haier, not Isela. That was intolerable to Berdick.

“You useless little twitter.”

What I gave Isela was a defective product. Berdick thought of Raymond. I thought of an article that didn’t save my daughter.

It was Duran who brought her daughter out.

The dark man did not hesitate to save Isela even though she was humiliated. Although Isela was in a coma from drinking too much smoke, she suffered serious burns on her neck, and bruised everywhere, she was still alive.

“But… it’s not strange to die anytime.”

When Verdick tried to hug his surviving daughter, Duran stopped her, saying it could be too much. Instead, I could see that he breathed with his fingers.

Duran later stayed at his residence and told Berdick that he would take care of Isela. Berdick thanked Duran for being willing to stay in the mansion for Isela, who had never been on good terms. He is a saint who truly practices medicine and good, unlike his unattractive appearance.