The Resetting Lady

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“Lord Raymond, aren’t you too sloppy these days? Where did you go last month? I had to ask you to do something.”

The Marquis sat in a restaurant and looked at Raymond with cold eyes.

Raymond, who hasn’t even sat at the table yet, stopped moving. I guessed it from the time the Marquis contacted me, but it seems to be quite upset to say that before he even sits down.

“I’m sorry, Marquis. At that time, I had a problem with my brother.”

Raymond answered in a slightly awkward voice, thinking of his brother. In the past when he had no memory, he could not give up his brother for a long time. I believed that I would come back with a good appearance someday.

However, I was able to give up quickly after I always remembered my dead brother for more than 100 years. Karen was enough to think of just one thing, and most of all, it was better for those who had to give up quickly.

“If you’re Baron Sears, I understand. Has his condition improved?”

“…Thanks to your concern, I feel much better.”

No, Baron Sayertes never gets better.

He always died early. walk around drunk and druggedIt was his end to drown in a brook. His life was always violent.

Raymond has enough family to be his wife. My brother is already dead in his childhood.

But Raymond saw Karen fold the letter and write an address on the envelope. Karen in this life does something she has never done before. Look at each maid, think of her family, and take care of Icela Evans.

So Raymond decided to do his best within his limits. Baron Sayertes did not get better, but Raymond still took care of him. Instead, he deprived him of his authority as a baron.

“Congratulations, but that’s not the only thing that called you. You know that, don’t you?

But there wasn’t only one song the Marquis sang. The Marquis followed Raymond as he arranged his schedule.

“The rumors about you are not very good these days.”

“It’s not true, so I don’t care.”

“It’s more important what’s going on, whether it’s true or not. Don’t you understand that you have to use it when you have to be kind? Prince Louis is worried about you.”

Raymond thought of a rumor going towards him. Zion seemed to be working hard to reach the ears of the Marquis. The Marquis said to Raymond with a look of displeasure.

“I don’t understand why you broke up with Isela. She’s still a card to write.”

“There’s someone else who really likes her.”

“If that’s Lord Zion, I’ll buy you lunch today.”

“That’s all right. I’ll take it easy.”

“…Really?”

“Yes.”

The Marquis stopped writing notes and rang the bell. When the servant who was standing outside came in, Raymond winked at him and Raymond ordered a cup of tea.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been out of the office.”

“…I must have misjudged you. For that kind of reason now… My relationship with Berdick… That’s Lord Xion.

The Marquis of Pancair was a man who gnashed his teeth on Berdick. As Berdick Evans began to dabble in military supplies, the conflict intensified and the prices of weapons soared.

Raymond was just one word to him. One of the links to Berdick.

It was fortunate that Icela and Raymond’s men continued to connect with someone, but if it were Zion, it would be a little different. Because Verdick cannot be satisfied with Zion. It was far short of Raymond.

Verdick must think strange and may try to dig further behind.

If you investigate the background of Zion a little bit, Raymond comes out right away. Digging up the relationship between the two will naturally lead to the military and school, and the Marquis of Pancair will not be far from the relationship. Using Zion instead of Raymond was not a good choice for the Marquis.

“I didn’t expect to make such bad choices in a row.”

The Marquis’ eyes grew cold little by little. Raymond knew that he had already calculated and measured his usefulness. His long life forced him to read more quickly.

But Raymond had more cards than he had as long as he lived. It’s okay if Prince Louis doesn’t admire him anymore, or if he doesn’t have a connection with Berdick.

“May I tell you something else?”

“It doesn’t do anything to avoid it for a while, Lord Raymond. If you want to change the subject now, you’ll have to come up with the right story. Would you be attractive to me without Verdick Evans?”

“I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“I’m telling you, you won’t be in front of me for a while if I bring you in.

Raymond shook his head. It was impossible to know what the crown prince would think of himself now. But he had nothing to do with it. How they will act more thought.

“Your Marquis, you’ll know that a series of serial murders have been cut off. I’d like to tell you more about it.”

“…it’s not a good topic to listen to over dinner. I’ll change it to something else instead of meat.”

Berdick changed the type to a car like him.

Raymond took the map out of his arms. It marked the place where the incident had happened and where he had stopped it.

“Recently, the story of me going in and out of brothels was to investigate.”

“What is this?”

“We need your cooperation in serial killings.”

There are many useful cards for him, even if it’s not Berdyk.

I’m sure the Marquis will like this information very much. Raymond knew various things the Marquis would like.

***

Can I live in this life?

Can I really live this time?

I hope so. I love her who tries to be good. You have to succeed this time. Raymond felt a terrible hope.

***

“…okay.”

Isela jumped to her feet. And he said to Zion.

“It’s more burdensome not to say even if it’s too much, so I’ll say it. I think it’s better to do it or not. We can take care of it with money.”

I couldn’t tell Zion everything, but I made up my mind as I talked. Zion shook hands with Isela and encouraged her.

“I don’t know what it is, but I hope it works.”

“Yes.”

Isela decided. It would be better to talk to Karen.

No matter how reluctant Karen is, she will continue to feel uncomfortable if she doesn’t tell her. It would be right to tell her the reality and give her a chance to choose.

And she knew that her pocket money was enough to make up for a Karen. Isela tried to think lightly. It may not be a big deal. In one way or another, she has a lot of money. It’s this much even though I thought about it for a day, but the more I don’t say it, the more I keep paying attention, the more it will cause damage to myself.

“And Lord Zion. I don’t mind if you don’t have money.”

“Thank you.”

“But it’s not because I like you that much. I’m just giving it to you because I have that much.”

“Yes, sir. What I like is what I like more.”

Isela didn’t feel too bad even if Zion liked her money more. I could see the reason more. It was better for someone to fit in than to admire someone.

Karen was constantly reluctant. Because I couldn’t understand why. But Zion was clear. As long as Isela has money, he will listen to her like that and love her. Maybe I’ll pretend I love you.

But Isela knew that was enough. A man is a man who can swing to himself, not a man he longs for. I couldn’t be satisfied with what my father gave me. Berdick didn’t know Isela and Isela didn’t know herself.

Raymond was the object of admiration. And I might have loved him. But Isela was uncomfortable with him all along. It seemed to be riding a horse or a jewelry that didn’t fit well.

Not all the horses are obedient. Berdick tried to give her a good man, but Isela was more like a man she could swing. It was a fact that after breaking up with Raymond, I met Zion and realized it.

***

Walk along the river in the golden sunset. It was a river rather than a river, but it was perfect for taking a walk and enjoying the breeze.

Karen walked slowly, enjoying her hair fluttering in the wind. In the river, swans were floating and chasing bread sticks thrown by people. As expected, the capital city was good. Much more people came and went, and there were various buildings and attractions.

“What about dinner?”

“Well, uh, why don’t we eat later and go in? I don’t really like temple meals.”

“I see.”

Karen has been wondering how far she should go for a walk, looking at the restless Isela.

“Have you met Sir Zion? You’ve been looking around during the day.”

“…yes.”

I’m sure you met him. He taught you. But what’s wrong with Isela since yesterday? Karen tilted her head and agonized. I couldn’t see it yesterday, but the morning before yesterday… I went to the hospital.

Only then did Karen recall confessing her return to Isela. I forgot about it again.

You must have said you were crazy at the hospital.

Karen smiled bitterly when she guessed why Isela was so nervous. That’s why you’re so nervous. I think I’ve been living with a crazy girl next to me. It’s hard to tell a crazy person that you’re crazy. Raymond used to be. So Karen was able to recognize Isella’s attitude right away.

“That’s okay. I’m not going to bother Isela even if I’m not normal.”

It’s hard to achieve this goal to be friends with you, but I don’t know what it is that we’ve come all the way. Karen thought it was a great development just for Isella to recommend a hospital to her.

In the old days, Isela never cared about Karen’s illness while she was working. He was so upset that he was worried that he might be able to pass it on to himself if he cared. Isela’s recommendation to go to the hospital first is enough to be thrilled.

“Can you guess… what?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

Karen walked on and on with Isela telling an unknown story. He seems to have something to say, but he keeps having difficulty bringing it up. But they couldn’t stir-fry it, so they walked for a long time.

After a long walk, the color changed from golden to red, and slowly began to turn purple. The early evening moon is beautiful. Karen looked up at the sky. Now we have to go back. If it’s later, the bishop will twinkle in his eyes.

“Isela, why don’t you write a letter to your father?”

“…why?”

“I just sent my dad a few days ago, and he felt good. I’m sure Mr. Berdick is also waiting for the news of Miss Isela.”

“Should I?”

“Yes.”

There is silence again. Karen stopped walking.

“If it’s too late, the bishop will be angry. Shall we go back the way we came?”

“Wait a minute. Walk a little longer.”

Isela was stubborn. Karen shrugged her shoulders and walked again. The wind was cool, and the sound of grass bugs mixed with the sound of people talking and the smell of food being baked was not bad.

At the end of Isela’s skirt was grassy. Karen was bothered, but I didn’t point out that Isela was distracted by something else.

Isela stopped walking. Karen stopped, too.

Isela opened her mouth to Karen. You have to tell her. No matter how she takes it. The truth must be told.

“You, Karen.”