The Resetting Lady

[45]

“No.”

“You’d better move aside. It’s about Miss Isela.”

I heard a scuffle outside.

“Open the door!”

With Berdick’s roar, the black-clad fuse slowly came in.

“…Mr. Dulan.”

Please tell me you’re safe. Please, my child can smile again. But the news from Duran was hopeless.

“The situation is very bad, Mr. Berdick.”

“Well, yes, yes.”

“I’m still alive. I just hope God will give me grace. Verdick Evans.”

“If I’m alive, I’ll wake up one day. Isn’t that right, Father?”

Berdick looked eagerly, but Duran’s expression was not good. He spoke slowly.

“I can’t… give you a definite answer. I’ll take care of it by your side. I hope so, too.”

However, Dulan frowned on whether Isela’s situation was serious.

“Really… Thank you. Thank you, Bride. I will make a contribution to the diocese of the weak. Whatever you want during your stay at the mansion….”

“…I see.”

Duran looked down at the floor and said to Berdick,

“…then wouldn’t you do me a favor?”

Berdick was willing to pay even if he asked for gold. But what he said was an unexpected story.

***

Under the law of succession, the lord’s seat fell to Dulan.

Instead of the seat of the lord, the property he left was originally owned by Karen Haier, but all her possessions in the fire were ashes. It wasn’t surprising to Karen. It’s like a bolt out of the blue for Karen.

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing for you either. To be my adopted daughter.”

“…is that so.”

His father died again this time, and Duran became lord. Before that, Karen came to Evans’ mansion because she didn’t want to marry Duran, but now she has come as the stepdaughter of Evans.

Karen looked down at the papers in front of her. There is no reason to refuse. As Verdick said, Karen doesn’t lose anything. If I have to say it.

“Now I’m Karen Evans.”

I don’t like the tone. Berdick twitched his eyebrows to see if he had noticed it. Even if he’s broke, he’s Haier, Evans is Evans. differ in rank from one another Karen could foresee what Count Elba’s wife would say to Berdick. Maybe it’s a merchant who wants to buy history with money.

“A woman’s last name is not that important anyway. “When you get married, you change with your husband.”

But your daughter didn’t like it very much.

“…I see.”

Karen picked up her pen and signed it. Now she is Karen Evans, not Karen Haier. It is a story that cannot be helped even if we think about it. There was no other option to worry about.

“What’s your schedule?”

“Tomorrow. I’ll call the least number of people, so there’s nothing special to prepare.”

“Is that so?”

Karen seemed to have become a parrot. There was not much difference.

Verdick briefly talked about the engagement schedule. Karen recalled the engagement of Isela in the past. It was early fall then, but this time it is early summer.

Is the story going on like this again? Will he marry Raymond again? Is the excitement over now? Karen thought it was a little boring. The story of getting married after the engagement ceremony. Is this the end of his marriage to Raymond again? This time again, it is smooth. Marrying Raymond as Verdick’s adopted daughter is so smooth that I feel like I’m going to slip. To the point of annoyance.

“I will wear my daughter’s clothes and continue to attend as my daughter. You or my daughter, so my daughter… You haven’t officially made your social debut.”

And I will marry your daughter’s fiance. Verdick didn’t seem so inclined to tell the story. It was the same with Karen.

***

The situation was uncomfortable, but material comfort relieved Karen. First, it was a meal. Karen was glad she could enjoy a decent meal faster than she thought.

“…delicious.”

Close your eyes and enjoy the warmth that moves on your tongue while pushing warm soup into your mouth. The aroma of stir-fried onions permeates between the chopped potatoes. It was simple and reliable, as if the chicken was the foundation of the soup. It was new to think of the rough oat porridge I had in the past. Isela gave the maid a meal. And later on, it’s gone bad.

“…I can’t believe the food is good even in this situation.”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Donna, how she interpreted it, closes her mouth and shivers her shoulders. “We still have to live,” “Cheer up, lady,” and so on. Was Nancy more useful? Karen was curious about that. Yeah, next time, we’ll save Nancy. And I’m curious what the notebook was.

It would be great if it was a notebook with all the stories that could be solved properly. Karen was so bummed out about it. He should have chosen to look at notes even if he was just burned to death. Life isn’t that important.

“It’s not a waste of money, but it’s a waste of my mother’s belongings.”

“…my dear!”

Eventually, they burst into tears. I patted Donna on the back. I want you to go away because it bothers me when I eat. Should I ask Mr. Berdick to change the maid? I think you can do that much.

“Oh, no. My poor girl. What should I do?.”

Isn’t that good after all? Karen tilted her head. Oh, my father’s dead. It’s a sad thing. Karen shed new tears. But Donna’s crying wasn’t that kind of story.

“Lady, it turned out later… Actually….”

Donna noticed Karen. He hesitates to answer the question.

“Lady Isela is alive.”

My heart is racing.

Karen felt her heart beating hard. Much more stimulating than the engagement with Raymond. Isela is alive.

“You can’t open your eyes right now, but… Mr. Dulan… Mr. Berdick, black….”

My heart is racing.

“Tell me what you’re talking about, Donna.”

I licked my lower lip. Things are going funny. Karen had to struggle to harden her face.

“Lady, you have great nursing knowledge… I want you to take care of Mrs. Isela as soon as you feel better….”

“Well….”

“I’ll be better at washing my body, drugging my body every day than anyone else…No matter how much you get dumped! You’re so mean!

My heart is racing.

It’s like it used to be.

Again.

Becoming Isela’s poet.

Like Karen’s memory.

It’s really like all this is a book.

***

“Lord… All right. To be honest with you, I have nothing to lose. That’s why I don’t understand more. Why are you doing this bother?”

Verdick was genuinely curious about that. Duran slowly lifted the face and faced Verdick. It’s a worn-out Verdick, but Duran’s face looked very bizarre to him.

“…I, her, hate… It’s because.”

“Ha.”

Berdick opened his mouth to an unexpected answer.

“He, let her take care of Ms. Isela, who is in a coma. Her fate is in line with the role of a maid who takes care of blood and pus. Make it as painful as you can.”

The face that I hate so much that I can’t stand it, the face that I can’t help it because it. Berdick knew such a face so well. When you think of Raymond, you can see his face in the mirror.

“That’s.”

Duran’s cheeks are flushed. He was talking with his teeth clenched.

“Revenge for her for abandoning me.”

So Verdick willingly reached out to Duran.

***

Karen wore Isella’s dress. The extremely colorful dress was fitted to Karen’s body. Like I found my master. Isella’s body must be bigger than Karen’s, but the clothes seemed to be shouting Karen was the real owner, not Isella.

“Congratulations… I don’t know if it’s actually something to celebrate. It’s comforting that at least one tear and one smile come together. May it be a consolation to Lord Haier.”

The Countess Elba came and held hands with Karen. Her presence made the engagement ceremony official. Her daughter, Delia, gives Karen a present. Karen gives her customary thanks. Unlike Isella, she is so natural and polite.

Count Elba looked pleased with it.

“You look better on me, too. Raymond is a great young man. He’s not a man for the merchant family. I’m glad you’re engaged to a great woman like Karen.”

The Countess Elba didn’t lower her voice. Karen was uncomfortable with Count Elba’s wife, who was apparently speaking loudly as if she had been listening on purpose. His face stung from the gaze of the people around him. Half were debtors who agreed with her, and half were Berdick’s offended.

“…Thank you for your presence.”

Regular courtesy is convenient at times like this. Her male lead approached as she stepped back with an angle and voice that would be impeccable to anyone.

“Beautiful, Karen.”

“…Thank you, Lord Raymond.”

He holds Karen’s hand, as he has seen in the past, just like a mythical god, like the protagonist in a novel.

“Like… you feel like my true destiny.”

Karen closed her mouth and grabbed his arm. Karen hated fate. Does it repeat this time? Is there no point in committing murder and dismembering the body like that?

“And Karen.”

Whisperingly, Raymond says.

“Isn’t Miss Isela’s heel too sharp, too?”

“…yeah?”

He gently wrapped his hand around Karen.

“Your feet look very sick. You can expect more from me. You look tired.”

“…what?”

“Don’t move too much.”

Karen had to hold on to Raymond more strongly to avoid falling down at that moment.

“Now…”

“Mr. Berdick.”

Verdick was greeted by Karen and Raymond with a clear smile. He gave Raymond a laugh with his arms spread out exaggeratedly.

“You look good, Lord Raymond. You should smile on a good day.”

“How can I do that’ I just keep my word.”

Karen Haier… It’s all thanks to my daughter, Miss Karen Evans.”

“First of all, Mr. Berdick’s judgment comes first. My brother was worried by wire. Believe me, you still seem to think I’m a 10-year-old.”

“Is the Baron still like that?”

Karen could not hear anything. What did he just say? What does this man know about this article he’s leaning on? How do you know you hurt Isela’s shoes? You’re just trying to figure it out? But why? What do you know? For what?

It was thrilling.

But Karen couldn’t open her mouth anymore. There were too many eyes to see. Berdick stood in front of them, and Raymond only had natural and extremely courteous conversations until the ceremony was over.

The sky is clear, the mansion is luxurious, and the fiancée and the fiancée are beautiful.

It was a picture-like engagement ceremony.

Karen became curious.

“Carran, you look pale. Are you all right?”

“…thank you. I’m fine… Lord Raymond.”

Let’s make a assumption.

The answer is love, because of your father’s love, Catherine’s release from this terrible curse. If it’s love, if the answer is love, and if it’s a very common-sense emotion that doesn’t have to be absolute, what is Raymond’s feeling for himself? And what is the emotion you have now? Is love really right, just like Karen thought?

Karen thought. Father’s love was insufficient in his eyes. But maybe that much love is enough. Maybe love was the answer, but what he received was not love.

What if Raymond didn’t lack the heart to love himself, but he didn’t love him from the beginning? What if that’s why you couldn’t be released? What if it wasn’t just Raymond, but all the other men?

How did Raymond feel about himself so far? And what kind of feelings Raymond has for himself.

Karen wanted to open Raymond’s head.

Two bodies were found in Haier’s mansion, which was burnt down by a fire. Tom eventually couldn’t get out of the burning mansion.