The Resetting Lady

[79]

Berdick Evans noticed that Raymond was about to take off his leash. But it’s already too late. Raymond Seyertes established himself with thorough glory, morality, and people’s cheers.

“Oh, my God… you little bastard.”

Berdick threw his own bottle of ink. He tried to decorate himself appropriately and give it to his daughter, but he is trying to run away with it ungrateful.

Berdick Evans called his daughter. Icela Evans, as always, appeared at the call of her father in the clothes Verdick bought for her.

“I think it’s time for you to get married.”

Raymond Seyertes needed an opportunity to break the marriage.

There is no need for a grand occasion. Raymond doesn’t want that. Serious consideration of making instruments by necessity is rather a problem. Anyone is fine. Raymond was confident that any woman would be a good husband in his own way. He was a man who would do his duty faithfully unless it were the daughter of Verdick Evans.

But there was a need that everyone could understand. Something like why Berdick Evans chose him. The same reason why Icela Evans chose him. The reason why people don’t think it’s very strange.

She’s like a beautiful woman, no match for Icela Evans.

“Are you all right?”

***

“I’m in the book.”

I didn’t believe Karen Haier, but her words bothered me. Her words that she died, died and died for 100 years because she couldn’t find true love. a face that somehow seems to blame him Karen’s face was strangely precocious, but she seemed like a child who complained when she said that.

“You promised to believe.”

I tried, but it wasn’t an acceptable story for adults. If he believes that, he should go to the hospital first. Raymond had to try not to kick his tongue. He’s still young.

“If you find true love, you’re out of the curse. Oh, come on. Can you stop looking like that? I know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m trying.”

However, the words were far too dreamy and even a little romantic to be said to be a story surrounded by murderers. The stories Raymond took away when he was almost six or seven years old.

‘It’s a little childish.’

“You’re not trying, are you?”

When Karen glared, Raymond raised his hands and answered. A promise is a promise.

“I do…. Yes… I do.”

Is he pretending to be crazy to avoid sin? Raymond looked at Karen with a sidelong glance at the unseen data. But her words were consistent. If the whole story was made up, it was too systematic. Is he really crazy? Raymond sighed, thinking that he had only seen his face too much.

Karen looked at Raymond’s sullen face and said in a boisterous tone.

“I know it’s weird. Please try.”

“…yes.”

If it’s too absurd, it’s rather hard to ignore. By all means, Raymond tried to match Karen. Raymond went around the auction house to look at old books together, meet people, and buy antiques.

What am I doing right now?’

But unexpectedly, it was quite fun. Karen had a good tongue and a variety of hobbies. Raymond’s weak common sense was also abundant, and he became so naturally close to strangers.

“He’s quite a picky personality, and he likes you quite a bit.”

“It’s because I’ve met them all before.”

Karen shrugged her shoulders, saying it was nothing, but Raymond felt a bit dejected when he saw the attitude he had acquired with difficulty. And I had no choice but to admit that she was an attractive maniac. Not only looks, but everything.

Karen’s complaints that Raymond himself did not love Karen and continued to repeat the time, although she wanted to ignore it, were hard to ignore. Raymond wondered why he did that.

But I didn’t know well.

Approach by necessity? No. Raymond approached her from the beginning, doubting that she was a murderer. It was Karen who knocked on the door in need of him. Raymond was proud of his relationship at least. The problem is rather Karen. A person…

‘No, no. I should have caught the evidence right away.’

Raymond felt guilty for leaving her alone in need. Not to her, but to her own conscience.

Why am I here like this?’

Raymond sighed watching Karen’s useless antiques. Before I knew it, I filled a room with them. Raymond was spending too much time on her delusions. Raymond realized from some point on that spending time with Karen was too long.

Those useless hours of entering social gatherings, watching performances, going around the auction house, rummaging through legends and delusions. It was almost the first time in Raymond’s life to waste his time like that. Those days passed in a flash by.

“Lord Raymond, did you get a letter from the royal family?”

He was Prince Gwiz. Raymond knew that he was after him the moment he saw it. Raymond sat at his desk. And he wrote a will that would leave Karen’s whole future legacy. The baron was not in a position to receive it. And that was the best indication. A sign that Raymond is trying for her.

“Oh, I’m not going to die!

Raymond didn’t believe it.

Her words are so absurd and the affirmation of someone who doesn’t know the real situation. Karen does not talk about the fight between the Crown Prince and the Crown Prince, himself and the Marquis of Berdick and his countless people, businesses and the nation and successors.

She just says the end. It was just a belief, no reason needed. She doesn’t know the process. I don’t know what’s going on. So Raymond didn’t tell Karen anymore.

Because Raymond is tired, too.

And it was quite interesting to see Karen go around often and dig into legends and people’s relationships. It would be fine to think that Raymond’s fortune was the price for playing with her.

And

Doing the familiar thing again.

Raymond knew he liked those useless days more than he thought. For too long he had been away from play.

“Berdick Evans betrayed me?”

The moment I put a gun in the head of the Duke of Rutella, and the moment I killed the young granddaughter. Raymond felt that he wanted to finish his work and go back rather than feel guilty.

Where do you want to go back? Raymond realized the answer and realized that he was serious. And I knew at that moment.

Raymond lived in honor.

Until this day.

That was the way he lived most comfortably. An injustice resists it. I’m not silent. And for the sake of justice.

But he couldn’t kill Karen Haier.

Raymond sees Karen. He wouldn’t have hesitated if she had shown any violence and cruelty in front of Raymond’s eyes. There would have been no need to worry. But she never showed it in front of Raymond.

“I love Lord Raymond.”

She wouldn’t believe it herself. The eyes that were shedding tears turned to annoyance as soon as they came out of the prince’s room. But she was nevertheless a victim. Anytime. Anytime.

Raymond realized that he could not kill Karen.

More important than all the values he has built up, such as honor and conscience.

Raymond couldn’t say this feeling was not love at all.

He stopped worrying about it. There was not enough time and little everywhere, so Raymond had to find a way. No matter what he thought of Karen, Karen’s words were fanciful and could not erase the conviction that she was involved in the murder.

But that doesn’t matter anymore. He’ll help you.

Raymond sees the fuse in front of him. I see a young man named Dulan Lloyd. Raymond thinks of the first time he saw him. He and she seemed closer to hate than to love each other. Raymond had some sympathy for him as a man, but that was it. He was the one who tortured Karen through Verdick Evans for breaking up with Karen.

A man who is ordinary, insidious, and jealous.

Raymond no longer sympathized with him. Because he’s a rival. Despite what he’s done, he’s now saying he’s going to jail on behalf of Karen Haier.

“Dulan the Priest.”

Raymond Seyertes looked down at the man in front of him. I see Duran Lloyd. Outside, the holy house resounded, and the Divine Spirit, which is God’s agent, collapsed in front of him. Afraid of sending Karen to jail. Raymond felt offended when he saw him. What is this feeling?

“Do you love Karen Haier?”

“…no.”

But the words were not convincing.

“Why do you want to protect Karen Haier so much?”

“…I, I… She’s her doctor… It’s the new building.”

“So don’t you think it doesn’t make sense to go to jail instead?”

There is only one emotion.

Raymond was faintly jealous of the fact. And I was a little surprised.

In fact, Raymond thought about it before he came. If Duran loves Karen, and that’s why he wants to protect her. If he died, then he thought it would be a good idea to help him. But Raymond now wanted to deny Duran’s involvement with Karen. But it shouldn’t be. If Duran loved Karen, he should have used it more.

“I think you love Karen Haier.”

“Oh, no.”

“Or do you agree?”

“…….”

I hope it’s a thorough sympathy. But Raymond saw Duran’s sullen eyes and hands. It contained too much emotion. The assumption that Duran would love Karen was very unpleasant just to think of it. Raymond was a little embarrassed by the jealousy he felt for the first time in his life.

Raymond made an offer to Duran. Maybe to his rival.

Because he can help.

Because he will give you an answer that you don’t have to kill Karen Haier and hate her.

“Is Karen Haier crazy? Is that why you’re helping her?”

“…leh, Lord Raymond?”

Raymond set up a Duran. He held his arm firmly. And look at his face. You have to hear a definite answer from him, even if you are coercive. He has to give Raymond an answer.

“Isn’t that why Karen is innocent?”

Say yes. Raymond screamed inside. She’s not guilty. That means.

Duran nodded his head.

As a doctor, as a new officer.

And Raymond seemed saved by the fact. The castle was reverberating in the distance.