The Resetting Lady

[52]

“Me, you’ve been with Lord Raymond every night, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I worked during the day, and I was always surrounded by maids. Most of them are on Mr. Berdick’s side.”

“I wonder what you’re going to say.”

“That I do magic.”

Karen looked at Raymond’s eyes. I wonder how his face will change if he says this.

“There’s a spear found in the river this morning, right? A body whose uterus is cut and whose eyes are pulled out.”

Even if you win the game overwhelmingly, you’re just a good gambler.

She doesn’t want that. It is not satisfactory. And Karen denies denying herself. That’s what Karen wants to reject more than anything.

The assumption that it is Karen’s illusion that she will live again and again.

Karen rejects the assumption thoroughly. It is an insult to one’s life. And if you don’t verify it first, you don’t start anything.

But how do we verify that? How do you distinguish between winning a card that Karen knows and winning because she’s good at gambling? Only Karen knows that the driver’s feelings toward Nancy have shifted to Donna. The evidence that Karen alone knows is meaningless.

If so, the verifier who will help her should not be an insider. Raymond, who has hostility to Karen but has no choice but to help, is appropriate. Karen stretched her finger and raised four fingers.

“Three more women will die in the next month. In a newspaper you like to nickname, you’ll call the criminal Jack of Spades. The shape of the dagger in your heart reminds you of spades.”

Karen was happy. His face looked new to me. It’s just so pleasant. Normal? It’s fun. Let’s see where the future lies.

“And the prostitute found this morning is not the first woman to die. The first woman to practice is in the birch forest in the east and west of Evans’ territory. Do you want to go?”

***

Karen had to go back in the carriage alone that night. Raymond escaped immediately before Karen could appreciate his expression more. It was Donna who held Karen’s hand and trembled in anxiety. Donna was scared that Karen had lost a lot of money.

“I’m sure my master will be very angry… What should I do?”

Karen looked at the night sky with her chin on her body trembling in Donna’s anxiety. Verdick would be angry. Actually, it’s not a lot of money for him. He will be angry.

That’s what Raymond said.

“You don’t know Mr. Berdick.”

No, I know well. Karen knows what Verdick will sing tonight. Of all the countless people who killed Karen, Verdick is especially better remembered because he simply killed himself many times. Verdick is rather neat. He loved Icela Evans, his daughter, and hated Karen. Just not looking at Karen with the eyes of desire is a pretty neat relationship.

“Donna, the body was found this morning. Do you know we’re about the same age?”

“That has nothing to do with us….”

The dead woman this morning was in the newspaper. It’s not “now,” but there will be more details the day after tomorrow evening. She has nothing to do with the background. He’s dead in the next village.

She’s the same age, but she’s been sold since she was 13, and she died at the age of 18, when she was slaughtered in a sewer. Her face was pretty pretty, but it didn’t matter. I tore his face off. What is the difference between the woman in the newspaper and the heroine in the novel? You don’t know that she and we don’t make any difference.

“It’s nothing compared to that.”

“…….”

Donna shut her mouth. Karen shut her mouth, too. After all, the girl in front of Karen will never understand what will happen to her, what will happen to her in the next village, or what will happen to her.

“It’s all right.”

That’s nothing.

Karen found it hard to endure the erosion of her daily life into labor. It was hard to waste time and not understand. So I brought in an outside job, not Karen’s.

Spade Jack’s serial murder.

Karen ‘knows’ the case. It’s in the newspaper. But that didn’t really matter to Karen. Murder happens every year. If you expand nationwide and into continents, there is nothing that doesn’t happen for a day. For Karen, it was in print, in other people’s business. The criminal will be caught and the associates will be caught.

Confess to Lord Raymond. I hope you’ll believe me. Like Donna, Raymond may not understand Karen now, but he will eventually.

Karen will make you do that.

***

It was dawn without dawn, Berdick called Karen. Donna woke Karen up with an expression of fear. Karen had to go down to the basement in her pajamas.

“Miss Karen.”

“Mr. Berdick.”

Verdick was dressed in a suit. There was a great deal of pressure coming out of his thick build. There was a whip in his hand.

“You’ve spent my money like you wanted.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Crying.

I whipped the cold stone floor. A loud noise reverberated threateningly through the basement.

“That’s where you gamble.”

“…….”

“To the Baron Ahin, and to the extent that he was free to gamble without permission, and to lose.”

“…….”

“What should I say to you?”

“I’m sorry.”

Karen asked for forgiveness one after another, but wondered if Raymond had found the body. And after being hit on the back, the condition of the back was expected to be little different from that of the body.

I don’t know Verdick’s cruelty?

Karen laughs at Raymond’s words.

“Get her.”

“Yes.”

Karen’s arms were gripped by huge maids. She felt the chill of the floor rising from her forced knee.

“Caran Evans, I think you’re mistaken.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You came in as my daughter, but it doesn’t mean that I can use my property like Isela.”

“…….”

“Then you need a bee.”

“…….”

Verdick didn’t like Karen’s silence. Instead, he will be satisfied if he cries out in a fitful manner. But Karen didn’t want to do that.

“Let him frame it.”

The basement was cold even in the midst of summer. How long has it been since we’ve been brought here? It is funny that sleepiness comes in the midst of this. And I’ll wake up soon.

“…hehehe.”

Donna, who was brought along, covered her mouth and closed her eyes. Tears have formed around his eyes. That kid’s got a lot. She was like that, too. But even though Isela was scared at first, she laughed soon. That’s the difference between a maid and a hostess.

“Don’t cry, Donna.”

I want to cry, but why are you crying? I’m the one who’s right. Karen meant that, but even he didn’t seem to like Verdick.

“Who told you to say whatever you want?”

“…….”

Karen pushed the maids’ arms.

“Let go, I can do it.”

It’s familiar. Please don’t scream. Please don’t lose your composure. He fainted. Karen showed her back and approached the frame. The basement door is closed.

But it was impossible not to scream.

***

I think I’m going to live now.

Berdick knocked on his throbbing shoulders and took off his bloody clothes. The servant brought a new dress.

“How’s your shoulder? Because it’s freezing.”

“…just muscle pain.”

“Really? Won. I don’t feel good about it because it’s rare to move my body these days, my deity.”

Duran touched Verdick’s shoulder and ordered his servant to change his clothes when Berdick did not say anything.

“When do you think this selfie can happen?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“My Lord.”

Verdick brought a horse whip.

Argh!

The desk shook as if it were breaking. A flaw was dug on the wooden desk. Duran looked down at the desk with a blank face.

“The parents who have a daughter. It’s getting sensitive.”

“…….”

Verdick became nervous as time went by. Isela didn’t open her eyes. She wouldn’t open her eyes as she got better and better. Verdick was getting angry at Duran. The mind of gratitude disappears as time goes by and doubts rise. I wanted to whip Duran as well.

“These days.”

Verdick looked at Duran’s face, looking sideways at a bleeding whip.

“Do you stammer less?”

“…It’s emotional and spiritual. If you’re not nervous… It’s all right.”

“I surprised you.”

Duran replied with his head down.

“No, it’s not.

“What you said before.”

“Yes.”

“Carran is too arrogant.”

“…yes.”

Duran nodded and said yes.

“I’ll dare to spend my money. I also thought it was necessary to avenge Father Duran. You may not know this, but you must destroy such a saucy girl.”

“…but today too much.”

“The Bride?”

Berdick grabbed the handle of the whip.

“No way.”

“…….”

Duran’s face was as pale as ever. Berdick asked looking at Duran’s face.

“You’re not still interested in Karen Evans, are you?”

Doubts grow thicker as time goes by.

Unlike Isella, who has become a vegetable, Karen’s suffering is nursing at best of best. And every night, she flirtes with Raymond, Isela’s fiance. Berdick had a hard time holding back his anger.

Isela, who he tried to give everything to, fell down and is like a corpse, and Karen, who was overwhelmed with jealousy, enjoys everything about Isela. Wealth, man, and beauty. With the money of Verdick, Isela’s father!

“I knew it was rude, but I did. Parents go crazy when their children are like that.”

Verdick was even blushed the night before when he found out that Karen had gambled with the Baron Ain. How dare you. Then I whipped Karen to tell her where she was.

And I hit a little more than I thought.

What I felt while playing was the sympathetic eyes of the maidens around me. Karen’s maid understands, but even her old maidens knew to watch the scene with some discomfort. The eyes as if they were looking at a villain.

Verdick felt a great deal of discomfort rising.

Merchants are sensitive to profit and loss. Now Verdick was even suspicious of Duran. It was questionable whether Karen was a good condition for Berdick, and the way he sympathized with Karen was also not good. Even old maidens familiar with her whip sympathize with her, what about Dulan in front of her? What emotion did he have in making the proposal?

I wanted to ask.

I heard that the two have a relationship as distant relatives since they were young. Then, there may be more affection as a member of the blood than the anger of the man who betrayed him. If so, the illusion, the benefits Karen Evans will enjoy, should be thoroughly destroyed. We should at least ease the anger of our parents.

“Do you think I hit you too hard?”

And Verdick stared hard at Duran’s eyes as if they would be covered with sympathy.

But Duran’s eyes were so dark that it was hard to recognize. He answered in a harsh voice.

“…No way.”

Duran then reached out and placed it on Berdick. It was a cold but comforting touch.

“I don’t care if she dies.”