The Resetting Lady

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“…sigh.”

Isela sighed as the ground went out. And he lamented why he had to worry so much.

There was a rose garden in the cathedral. It was a beautiful garden with the logic of capital rather than praise of God.

But it wasn’t enough for Isela, and she didn’t feel the need to visit the rose garden because there were many other places to go from the capital. Until today.

Isela was in a sad situation as she was nervously praying in the garden without being able to go to the city or enter the temple. He was even praying for himself.

‘God, what should I say to Karen?’

Isela stayed at the cathedral and began to pray to God after a few years. It was awkward because I hadn’t done it for too long, but I couldn’t help it. I was so troubled.

“Donation is only good for saving money, help as much as possible, and never get involved in anything bad.”

You should have followed your father’s advice that you should not interfere in things that do not benefit you. Isela gathered her hands as she looked up at the great battle between the rose gardens.

‘Why did I do something I didn’t….’

I could not bring myself to enter the main hall and pray. If the person who does not usually pray would surely ask her what happened to any priest, Isela was not confident of answering the question naturally.

Furthermore, I didn’t have the confidence to treat Karen Haier, who will be in the main hall, naturally at this time. So Isela stayed awake all night and came out of the garden early in the morning to tie her hair.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

***

Karen told her all kinds of stories. He was cursed by his mother, who said he was of the lineage of a saint in an old story. Isela had to clench her fist at the delusional setting of adolescent girls.

But that was the least cute thing. The more detailed the story was, the stranger it was.

“I’ve lived for over a hundred years.”

“…….”

Although he has died and survived again and again, Isela was a man of common sense. It was a ridiculous story.

‘Oh, he’s crazy.’

Isela was convinced that Karen was suffering from some sort of mental illness.

But his words were consistent. It’s serious.

She was disgusted that Karen Haier was particularly obsessed with pregnancy. They are only a few years old. You have to be pregnant to get rid of the curse, but you are infertile. I cannot escape the curse because I am infertile.”

From there, Isela went beyond strangeness to chills.

Karen is seventeen years old. But how do you know it’s infertility? What has she done so far? With that beautiful face? Karen is out of her mind. And it was too pretty to live in the countryside.

Crazy, pretty, country girl.

The facts associated with that are obvious. He may have been turned upside down.

Isela was able to hear about all kinds of people through her father. When Berdyck is drunk, he inadvertently spits out words, sometimes through the chatter of servants and maids, sometimes through people who come with resentment against him.

I got goosebumps when I thought so. I had to take him to the hospital for an examination. Karen was a person who shared most of the room and board with Isela. It was uncomfortable for Isela to have someone who had turned this far next to her.

I’m going to take her to the hospital and run a test.

So Isela tried to contact the people involved with her father who had been avoiding her. I visited the biggest hospital in person. It wasn’t that difficult for the capital. Isela went to the old doctor she saw when she was young.

“Miss Icela Evans? May I help you? Are you sick anywhere? Oh, and you’d better go home now….”

“I’m not sick. Well, there’s a woman my age in the next room… It’s kind of weird.”

“Are you talking about the cathedral next door to Miss Isela?”

“Yes…so please be as quiet as possible, and let no one know.”

“Okay.”

The doctor gladly accepted her request, as if she had been promised by Berdick. Isela’s body was perfectly healthy. Isela herself well aware of it.

The problem was Karen. Isela was horrified. He has lived and slept with a psychopath. We may have to put Karen in the hospital right away. I don’t know what a crazy person will do.

After the examination, Isela asked the doctor with a nervous face.

“Can you tell me what you’re up to, Karen Haier? And keep the secret.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Are you sure you’really crazy?Should we quarantine him right now?”

But the doctor shook his head.

“It is not in a state of isolation. Our cognitive and thinking abilities are perfectly normal.”

“But to me… You’ve been telling a strange… story.”

“Oh, she laughed that it was a lie to tease Miss Isela. Oh, my God. She was a pretty girl.”

“Hey.”

“So that’s the problem. She’s not in that situation right now.”

Karen is a perfect impersonation of a normal person in front of a doctor. He laughed, saying, “All the stories I told Isela were just legends,” and he sometimes had nightmares about them, but that’s it.

I don’t know how far the truth is, but I think I can act as normal as before.

The real problem was Karen’s body.

Karen Haier is pregnant.

…who’s?

Karen firmly believed that she was infertile. I didn’t think in the least that I was pregnant.

Isela thought Karen might have gone mad because she was in the countryside.

If you have that level of obsession with pregnancy, that’s probably the case.

Is it right to tell the truth?

It might be better to let us know not to be too late. Isela had no choice but to know about the social violence inflicted on single mothers. Even Berdick’s daughter herself was afraid of unmarried pregnancies. This is inevitable in a country where religion dominates society.

Should I tell Karen right away that you’re pregnant?

***

“I feel burdened….”

Suddenly, the overly heavy reality weighed on Isela.

Come to think of it, Karen continued to be on Isela’s watchful eye even though it had been quite a long time since she had been at the cathedral.

It was not understandable with Isella’s common sense. Even if Isela asks Verdick for the Highlands, Karen would be this much in favor of herself. Isela was embarrassed by such Karen. I thought there must be something planned.

Isela felt as if she was thinking the same thing. She was embarrassed because she hid a lot of secrets.

Perhaps Karen is in a difficult situation to get back into her own family. He was not able to go home after being beaten by a dwarf, so he was willing to live in the temple with Isela.

Unlike Isela, who uses the temple as a kind of lodging, Karen attended the service regularly. He also showed keen interest in theology. Is it because the reality is miserable?

Come to think of it more, there were many social calls for Karen, but Karen attended only a small number of meetings accompanying Isela.

The more I thought about it, the heavier I felt, the heavier I felt.

“I’m not interested in this kind of dirty work….”

Isela sank under a rose vine.

What should I say? What should I say about her being pregnant?

If Karen were her maid, she could slap her cheek and kick her out. But Karen is not her maid.

So you’re a friend? Isela thought that was not the case. Karen was a strange woman and an uncomfortable opponent. I didn’t want to get involved.

Crunch.

“Lord Zion, have you seen Miss Isela?”

“Oh, Miss Karen Haier. Long time no see.”

Laughing.

Isela leaned down quickly. It’s Karen. She calmed her throbbing heart and waited for it to pass quickly. I’m not ready to see Karen yet.

But they continued to talk right above Isela.

“I haven’t seen Ms. Isela since morning. I had something to say to Miss Isela….”

“Actually, I also had an appointment with Miss Isela today, but she didn’t show up, so I came here.”

What? You had an appointment with Lord Zion?”

Oops.

It was Zion who was talking to Karen. Isela realized that she had forgotten her date with Zion because she was worried about Karen. We were supposed to go around the artist’s salon together today. Isela resented Karen.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Well, we went to the hospital together yesterday… Miss Isela said she’d go back first… When I came out, I was already gone…Oh, my God, I’ve never seen you before.”

“You didn’t even come back last night?”

Zion’s voice becomes urgent.

Isela was embarrassed to get up now and say ‘I’m here.’ But I’m ashamed to stand up even though I’ve been crouching. What should I do?

“Yes, I’m really worried. Should I report a missing person?”

“It may be better to contact Evans’

“Oh, I don’t know if I should. Then I’ll send a telegram to the mansion and go report it first.”

No!

Isela was frightened, but she couldn’t get up even when she heard Karen’s footsteps. What should I say?

“Icella, you can stop coming out.”

“…….”

“I can see everything…”

“Yes….”

Isela woke up with a red face. Zion was looking at Isela in embarrassment. Oh, I hope you wake up early. I had a lot of regrets, but I couldn’t turn back the time. Zion moved with Isela to the more deserted side.

“…….”

“…actually Miss Karen told me first with her fingers. I saw it.”

“He, he, did he?”

Isela’s face hardened. I’ve been avoiding you like that. I’m sure you think it’s weird. Karen will eventually ask herself. What should I say?

“…what’s the matter?”

“Actually.”

Isela was speechless as she tried to speak.

“That’s….”

I’d like to tell you right away. And I want to delay my judgment. Even if the problem was a simple relationship between men, Isela would have let it go right away.

But the problem is too big. No matter how much he liked Sir Zion, he could not even say that Karen, a single woman, was pregnant. This is a sensitive issue.

“Isela, come here.”

When Zion saw Isela unable to speak, he took off his coat. Then I pointed my hand at Isela.

When Isela hesitated and sat on it, Zion sat down on the bare ground beside her.

“The floor is dirty.”

“That’s fine. This dress is good for washing.”

“…yes.”

Zion picked a rose from the side and held it out to Isela. Xion asked when she received the rose.

“Am I contemptible?”

“What? Why?”

“Now I’ve broken the rose. Isn’t it strange to give you something that’s not even mine?”

“No.”

Isela shook her head.

Zion laughed. And I skillfully put a rose in Isela’s head.

“I actually don’t have any money.”

“…I know.”

“Before I came here, I thought of something that would suit you, but I couldn’t think of anything. Actually, not just today, but I kept thinking. But I just made sure that there’s not much I can offer.”

Zion was nothing more than a poor commoner than Isela. Isela’s favor with him is strictly about appearance. It is different from Raymond, who had a pedigree and was useful. Unstable and short like.

“But I try to listen to your story very hard. That’s all I can do, but I want to do my best. I want to listen to it and think about it together. Would you allow it?”