The Resetting Lady

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Isela is a rival after all. Karen and Isela were not friends. The only time it ended similarly to a maid before was when Isela actively supported marrying Raymond.

And now Raymond never goes to Isela.

Karen and Raymond’s relationship was not something that could not be severed. The Raymond of the Past to Isela…Let’s not think. Karen closed her eyes tightly and opened. Why do you have lingering feelings? Why do you want to regret? Let’s not sympathize. You are in no position to sympathize with anyone else.

If you want to sympathize, let’s sympathize with Tom, Nancy, with the other poor and underneath. Isela is not subject to sympathy. Isela is Verdick’s daughter. He is not a sympathetic person, but a hostile opponent. And most of all, Karen has Raymond. And Isela liked Raymond.

It’s a rival. An enemy.

Karen hung her chin and penned his name on the paper.

Lord Raymond Sayertes.

her article

There is only one person in the world that matters. Karen remembered once again. Even if you decide your direction to live a more generous life this time, don’t forget what’s important. The important thing is Raymond.

When will Raymond come? How long should I wait?

“…oh dear.”

Karen regretted not having spoken to him in advance. If I had told you in advance how many days and where to meet, you wouldn’t have to wait like this. I regretted not having decided what to do if I died beforehand.

But then Raymond seemed so desperate that it was hard for Karen to assume her own death and tell the story after her failure. In the 100th, 105th, and last, Raymond couldn’t give up hope. He hoped that blocking Karen from everything in the world would end. He failed at the end of the day, but it wasn’t worth a try.

“I would have regretted it again if I had died while doing this and that. Rather than regretting for nothing… That was more right.’

Karen affirms Raymond’s choice. The way he chose was the best way. At that time it was hard for them to choose a different method than that one. If you can die before that day, let’s see if you die after that. And let’s stop everything that’s possible to die. Raymond did it.

But Karen is still dead.

It was okay though.

It was a waste to die again, but there was another chance. I didn’t want to die, but this is only the second time I’ve repeated it with Raymond. It’s still a long way from getting tired of it.

Karen put her pen down and looked at her name and said to Nancy.

“…It’s Nancy. I actually have a man to marry.”

“…yeah?”

“So I don’t even want to meet Duran this time.”

“Where did the lady meet the man?”

Nancy jumped up while lying on her stomach. Karen smiled at Nancy. Nancy is surprised with her eyes wide open. Karen nodded to her and checked again.

“It’s real.”

“Who the hell is that? Oh, my God, she’s… You’re not the men in the house, are you? Honestly, I don’t think there’s a guy that would fit you…”

Nancy stared at Karen in surprise. I could see why I was so surprised. Karen put a name Nancy didn’t know into her mouth. Do you think she knows?

“Lord Raymond Sayertes.”

“Sir… is it an article? A soldier? I’ve never heard of it. When did you ever meet such a man?”

Nancy tilted her head. So Karen went on to Nancy in detail.

“So far, I told you I was dead and back alive. So he’s the man of his past life.”

“…….”

Nancy’s face is cold.

But Karen, confident in her love, confessed with confidence.

“I’m a knight, handsome, and rich. I have a lot of money. He’s an aristocrat and he’s perfect with nothing lacking. You can give up everything for me… He was the perfect male lead.”

“Well…yes.”

“Your face says you don’t believe it?”

“No… I believe….”

Nancy’s face was tingling.

And he sighs deeply. There was not much to hide. Karen kept talking without losing.

“It’s big underneath.”

“Yes…. It’s important….”

Nancy was desperately trying not to laugh. There seemed to be a twitch in his face.

“Anyway, so this time with Duranlan… Did you refuse to be engaged?”

“Why else would I like Dulan?”

Nancy thought for a moment and nodded.

“No.”

***

Duran didn’t come as if she knew how they felt.

As his birthday approached, Karen became increasingly restless about what to do. What should I do? What should we prepare? The period of doing nothing is more difficult. You should have asked Raymond to come a little earlier.

“Why don’t you have a meal?”

Karen remained unconscious until the lord spoke to her.

“Sorry, Father.”

Karen said hello, looked at the meal in front of her, and held up the tableware. Meals were not the kind that I liked. Mashed boiled eggs, baked potatoes, and roasted turkey came out together. It was a simple meal, but the meal here was always like that. Verdick should have come or at least Duran. Karen slowly chewed on the turkey and thought so. It was dry and a little fishy.

“I thought the real world would have a lot of good food.’

Karen was a little depressed when she thought of the world outside her book. Nancy whispered, “The World Outside the Book” consisted of only good things. There is no such world. A good family, a good friend, a better idea, a better world.

“But it’s nice to have a meal like this for the first time in a while.”

The lord told Karen. Karen made eye contact with the lord. The lord was smiling. Karen had a strange feeling of meeting her father for the first time. Karen swallowed the food in her mouth and said,

“I see, Father.”

“Let’s eat together in the future.”

“Yes.”

The servants drew the curtains behind and opened the windows. The wind has warmed up in a few days. The meal was more edible than I thought.

***

Duran never came and the birthday party was canceled.

Karen sat at her desk, rolling her pen, thinking. Nancy came up with a scone and black tea.

“What are you writing now?”

“You told Duran the right thing, didn’

“Yes, she didn’t have any coins, I don’t want to see Dulan because I have a lot of memories.”

“Yeah, good job.”

“But what does that have to do with your situation?”

“I’m thinking….”

Karen sighed and took the tea in her mouth. The scent filled my mouth.

If Duran made himself infertile even before the loop began, how should he escape? No torture or death threat worked on those who believed in and worshiped eternal life. And even if I prepared thoroughly to stay safe, I had to die that day. Even if the moment of death could be moved forward quickly, it was still not possible to avoid passing the day. I think pregnancy is the answer, what should we do? The control of the food was not solved.

“I want to get pregnant, but I think I’m infertile.”

“…I see. Is there a man? Oh, you said you did…How did you manage to do that happen?.”

“I’m serious.”

Karen was in agony with a pen in her mouth. What would be a good thing to do now? I wanted to make choices that I didn’t do as much as I could, and do things I wanted to do. Even if it is extreme, I have already done what seemed to be the most likely successful. The result was death, even though Dulan blocked all the possibilities that seemed dangerous last time, and tried only to conceive by eating untouched food. It wouldn’t be bad to turn around again this time.

Saving Tom was part of that. Try to work more aggressively in a way that is different from killing. Finding Tom and putting him in the mansion has been done before. And it didn’t help much. Tom was just a helpless boy, and the only thing he had actively changed in the story was the 117th life he had killed. It would be hard to expect anything from Tom. But Karen was still involved. This time, I wanted to try one by one again and in a different way.

“What else is there to be good?”

“It’s all about distributing wealth to the poor. Wouldn’t anyone praise you if you did?”

“I hope that’s what he’

It was the lord, not Karen, who had the fortune. Previously, Karen was able to sell all her property and distribute it to the poor because it was a year when the lord died quickly. The work is only possible when the lord dies. But my goal is to do good things, but killing my father doesn’t seem to make sense. Nancy shook her head and said to Karen, who was seriously agonizing.

“…stop making immoral jokes. I was joking, too.”

“I wasn’t joking at all. And I can’t be the lord.”

Karen sighed deeply.

“What good things can you do in a year?”

“You told me to love your neighbor, so I hope you will be a good daughter to the people around you and your lord.”

“Um….”

Karen looked at the various lists she had written.

To be a philanthropist, you must first be rich. If it’s not the way to kill his father and spend his father’s fortune, there’s a way for Karen to go out into society. You can gamble and win money, or you can show your paintings in the salon of Count Elba.

Karen had a high-quality ability in various jobs as she had lived for a long time. Work will be easier if Raymond cooperates. It could help the artist who committed suicide through difficulty of living, or save women to be killed by the serial killer Prince Gwiz. There are a number of things Karen can intervene in a year.

“…what should I do first?”

In fact, all of these things have to be skipped over the coming Berdick Evans.

For a moment, Karen’s head was struck with a passage from the Bible. Karen denied the idea she had thought of.

“…no, no….”

It wasn’t quite the way I thought it wasn’t And I didn’t want to do that. I was itching for displeasure.

a rustic rock

Karen crumpled the paper and threw it away. He was thinking beyond his control. That’s a ridiculous idea. Why do you think of such an idea?

Love your neighbor.

Forgive your enemy.

Forgive Verdick Evans?

Forgive Duran?