The Resetting Lady

[217]

a man who read a book

…congratulations, Lord Raymond.

No, Baron Raymond.

It’s finally over.

As I told you then, it’s true that I don’t know anything anymore.

Obviously, the record at that time pointed to a million deaths, and it was 2,000 years ago that the first saint appeared. As you’ve seen Karen, 100 deaths devastate the human mind.

As you and I have experienced.

It’s hard to think that Karen’s predecessors shared about 10,000 deaths.

So there’s only one thing I can guess. The way I brought you back memories. The way you brought back my memory.

How to share each other’s memories.

…when Karen turned 17 and committed murder, I first faced a part of my sin.

I’m ashamed to write for myself, but I only thought then that my child would die, that I would kill him with my own hands, and yet I couldn’t give up eternity.

But to wait for time to pass, the fact that it was my child in the boat, it was hard to watch Karen go crazy by herself after 100 deaths. It should be called fear, not guilt.

So I asked Karen to find love, and I desperately searched for clues.

At that time, Verdick Evans generously supported me with money because my daughter’s life depended on it, and I made an ugly plan by finding a way out of it.

The records from 2000 years ago had already been scattered and turned into wilds, but I was still searching for clues as I dug up the tomb of the Great Monument. I took a gamble by combining all kinds of yams, legends, and records.

If you kill Karen’s child, the person who kills her will share the countless memories of her death.

…it means that it replaces death that much. Death is something you have to pay for with death.

It wasn’t until I realized it. All memories have become shackles that I can no longer escape, and you know that floods of memories are not something that ordinary people can endure.

Karen’s death.

And your death.

And my death.

And… the death of the child in the stomach.

I guess that’s how many deaths I thought there would still be.

That’s all I can think of.

A million deaths have ended.

Congratulations on the birth of a daughter who doesn’t look like Karen.

Don’t ever see me again, don’t contact me….

…May you be happy.

***

Raymond folded the letter. It is now over.

All that’s left is to wait for the next day. I’m just waiting for the first day of my last life that Karen didn’t see.

“Dear Baron, your wife is looking for you.”

“Yes, tell him I’ll be right there.”

Raymond got up. As Karen tapped on Karen’s door, Karen looked up at Raymond with a nervous face.

“It’s tonight.”

“…yes. Rebecca, come here.”

The nanny picked up the baby and handed it over to Raymond. Raymond took the baby and sighed with Karen. It’s over in a few hours. How should I spend my time?

“Let’s walk for exercise first.”

“You really like sports.”

“Is that so?”

“…I’m sure Rebecca will like it, too.”

Karen started with that. Last night’s dream to see my daughter’s future.

My daughter doesn’t look like me, but she’s still pretty and healthy. He’s very tall and tomboy, and he’s very strong. I’m sure Rebecca will worry a lot from her childhood.

Maybe it’s because you’re so enthusiastic about teaching.

No, you don’t have to teach me, but I’ll leave it alone.Just do as you please.

He walks around the house talking like that. The servants and maids greet each other urgently, clean up and decorate the house. Tess’s mansion was a little colder than Haier’s, so it was early spring, but it was also very cold in the mansion.

“I can’t see Tom.”

Karen was looking at the users and realized that one of the boys who was doing the chores had disappeared. Did the boy not survive this time? Even if it was inevitable, the appetite was bitter. But Raymond shook his head.

“Tom was taken by Father Duran.”

“Why would she…?”

“He said he’d need constant treatment because he’s suffering from a lot of different diseases. I need to have another child to do the trick.”

Karen felt strange that Duran did something like her own good. You didn’t like Karen because she was dirty when she ordered her to treat her herself.

“Well, and… Maybe next spring… Would you like to see my brother?”

“Are you still alive?”

It was too late to ask Karen, who was just purely surprised. Raymond answered with a grin.

“Yes, I heard you’ve improved a lot. I couldn’t make it to the wedding, but…He wants to see you once. So is Rebecca.”

“Yes…. I’ll have to prepare for another trip.”

“Yes.”

What clothes should I buy? Karen thought so and saw busy users.

Donna was carrying her winter clothes hard and could not see where Nancy was. I’m sure he’s playing around somewhere again.

My father will be smoking in the drawing room, and Isela will be troubled with business plans at her mansion. Prince Louis will be overwhelmed by the crown he received at an early age, and the Marquis of Pancaire will be teaching by pushing the boy king.

“How much time do we have left?”

“We have about an hour left.”

I wait for midnight.

She hasn’t gone past the midnight for more than a hundred years.

My heart was choked with tension.

“I want to go up the roof.”

“The roof is a bit…”

Raymond bowed his head, worried, and moved to the attic on the top floor.

“Lady! Ma’am! The attic is cold!”

Donna shouted from behind. Karen looked back. Donna rushed over and put on Karen the winter clothes she was carrying.

“Wear it on.”

“…Thank you.”

Karen blinked at Donna’s good intentions, which naturally came out. As soon as I went up to the attic, I trembled with the cold as Donna said.

“Why don’t you just wait in your bedroom?”

“But my hobby is watching from the top on the last day. I usually like high places. Didn’t you know?”

“Well… I thought you wouldn’t like it because you fell off the tower.”

“That’s what….”

He sat by the window, having a heartless conversation. When I opened the huge window, the moonlight poured down. It was cold outside, but it was not cold with thick blankets. Karen stretched her arm out to Rebecca. Raymond handed Rebecca over to feel the baby’s hot temperature.

It’s good for a stove, too. Karen laughed with a slightly bad idea. The baby laughed along without knowing the speed.

Karen looked up. Snow was slowly falling over the open meadow surrounded by forests under the moonlight. Karen stretched out her arm. The snow fell on my hand and disappeared in a flash.

“It’s snowing.”

“It never snowed on this day.”

Raymond murmured in a slightly bewildered voice. A cold but cool wind swept through my ears. Karen put herself next to Raymond.

What should I do now?

Karen sees snow piling up on the meadow. The snow slowly, but quickly covered the grasslands, creating a whole white world. Karen wanted to jump there right away and leave a trail. What should I engrave on it? What can be left behind?

Then I heard a bell.

Once, twice, three times… I hit it twelve times.

Finally, a new life began. Karen looked up at Raymond. Raymond looked down at Karen. The flushed cheeks twitched.

What should I do?

There will be countless moments, all of which will be enjoyable, angry, sad and thrilled. And there must be love in it. A short life will begin just to love.

It was windy.

A little more time later, the buds will sprout on the snow, a warm breeze, and the fluttering flower eyes will wrap around the mansion.

Time goes on and on. The page should be turned over. The bookshelf should be closed.

Then Karen heard a huge sound like the world was turning over.

There was no fear. Because I was with my loved one.

Karen was willing to step beyond it.

They lived happily ever after.