The Resetting Lady

Chapter 162



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Dresses full of decorations weigh a lot. Five sets of it were a huge burden. Karen was in agony as she saw the luggage lying next to her. You can take a carriage to the front of the cathedral. But can he carry it from there to the annex?

I should have asked someone to do another favor, but the vice Bishop was the problem. He was unhappy that young women kept coming and going and coming to the priests’ mouths, and pointed out that they were doing Karen a favor as a tremendous indulgence.

‘…I’m just listening?’

Most bitter of all, it is not easy to be friends with Isella. At first, Raymond thought there would be no more obstacles as he broke up with Isela. And hope shone like gold when the Duke of Rutella, in a way, wrapped up a case that could have been a major hurdle for them.

But it was that, and it was this.

Being a friend was a completely different thing. It was even different from a man. Instinctively, men and women of the same age were different from men who treated them with a certain degree. To be exact, Isela was different. Karen was mortified by the natural flow of her behavior before her as a maid when dealing with Isela.

Did I have a maid’s instinct?’

It was a very servile instinct. Karen was mainly in the position of being a maid and servant, not a person to whom she was subjected. No, it wasn’t that position. However, countless memories of taking care of Isela naturally flow out.

When talking, she looks at Isela and unilaterally tries to please her, and picks out what she would like. The problem is that it doesn’t make her attractive. Isela’s personality was not more favorable to the person who was good to her, but rather considered under her.

Karen sat on her luggage and closed her eyes in the noontime sun.

“So what did I say?”

You don’t have to open your eyes because you know who it is.

Karen replied, waving her hands with her eyes closed.

“I’m thinking about it now, so don’t nag me. Sir Raymond, how was your trip?”

“Yes, I’ve taken care of my business.”

Raymond raised Karen up. Then he pointed to the carriage and took Karen’s, to be exact, Isella’s luggage instead. Karen couldn’t even think of lifting it, but it’s as light as an empty box in his hand. Karen tried to listen to one more, but she gave up and left it to Raymond.

Raymond asked, looking at the name of the dressing room written on the box.

“Is it yours?”

“It’s for Miss Isela.”

“Why didn’t you buy some of your stuff, too?”

“You don’t have any money.”

“Isn’t Miss Isela paying with you? Hmm. That’s too much.”

“I don’t expect much from Miss Isela.”

Karen said she was defending it, taking care not to sound sarcastic, but Raymond shook his head. And next to Karen, he said as he shifted his steps.

“Are we going to the annex to the Great Battle?”

“Yes, Sir Raymond won’t be able to get in.”

“I’ve already spoken to the janitor.”

“Are you staying at Lord Raymond’s Cathedral?”

“Not officially. But you don’t have to be very conscious of what you’ve said. And.”

Raymond handed his luggage to the horseman and looked down at Karen.

“Live under my name. I’ll pay you later. If you leave your name as my mansion, the butler will take care of it. It hurts me to see you bring your luggage without buying anything in front of Miss Evans. You can buy whatever you want to buy whatever you want.”

“Oh, then.”

The meaning of Raymond’s words was obvious. Raymond said as he lifted Karen into the carriage.

“Yes, I’m Baron Sayertes now.”

***

While Karen was coming up to the capital with Isela, Raymond went back to his house and took care of things. It was a little different from what I expected. Raymond was actually thinking of a similar way this time. His older brother Baron Sears was a man who had died more than 100 years ago. And he was the one who would die soon. There was no guilt about killing in advance.

“I want to be friends with Miss Isela.”

“I want you to do what you want to do.”

If Karen wants, she shouldn’t kill her brother this time.

“Sigh.”

Raymond didn’t want to. Rather than the rejection of survival, he didn’t kill his brother immediately, so the opportunities he missed were more precious. The peerage’s position was more useful than expected. At this time, he didn’t know very well, but as he got older, the need for a position grew.

And the position was more necessary to protect Karen.

“Do what you want to do.”

Karen, too naturally, said she didn’t want to hurt others and wanted peace. But is that so? Raymond was hard to be sure.

In fact, 100 years ago, he was always like that. Karen, Prince Louis, and even Icela Evans and Berdick Evans thought they were moral, but they didn’t think so themselves.

And even now, there was no sympathy for his brother even now, when Karen pushed him back. To put it into perspective, I felt more sorry for the servants and maid who would fit into my brother’s hands. One of them was beaten to break bones and eventually suffered permanent disability.

As time goes by, there is a relationship that is more certain. That’s the relationship between him and his brother. Their relationship was like a flower in one flower. And his brother was sick and withering eggplant. You have to strike the right branch to survive any other branch.

It was an arrogant and extremely realistic judgment. Through the pouring of memories and repeated lives, Raymond was sure. Something like a relationship that should not be expected.

My brother always lives for more than a year, or a few months, and he dies in an accident. He used violence until the day before, was drugged, and bought a woman. Raymond was more filled with remorse that he should have done this earlier, not guilt when he first killed his brother.

“Here you are, little boy.”

The butler bent down and was greeted by Raymond. His temples were bruised. I can’t believe you beat James, who’s been working for a long time since his parents’ college.

Raymond, who knew James’ life span, was heartbroken. He died of a stroke a few years later. Too many people who didn’t want to think suddenly come into my head.

“Where’s your brother?”

“The Baron Sears is in the drawing room.”

“Yes, tell your brother I’m coming. I’ll be there right away.”

“Okay.”

One of the starts is running.

“What happened to Xenon? I thought you’d come with me.”

“With experience, I didn’t need his help much. So I asked for another favor.”

“I see…. In fact, I’m not ready because I don’t know you’re coming.”

I can see some broken things here and there in the house. The users’ expressions were dark and less polished. The sick man is the owner and there is no mistress, so he is not in very good condition. When he saw James being ashamed, Raymond patted him on the shoulder.

“Never mind. It’s my house.”

“…yes.”

Raymond looked back at his house. It was so huge when he tried to sweep and wipe one by one, but now that the users were there, it didn’t look as wide as I thought. When Raymond headed to the drawing room, people opened the door with nervous faces.

“Brother.”

“Here you are, Raymond.”

Baron Sayertes with a bottle of wine saw Raymond enter the drawing room.

Raymond sat in front of his brother.

“Isn’t it time you were still in the army? What’s wrong with your eyes?”

“…I got out early.”

“It’s not because you’re blind, is it?”

“Well.”

I got the hang of it when I got older. I’ve learned where and how to blow up and who to kill the most effective. Killing people in a war was the easiest thing. The hardest thing is to save it.

It was easy to kill you. My brother was big as a child, but now he knows how many minutes he’ll die with a knife in my hand?

“Brother, I broke up with Icela Evans.”

“…what?”

A huge body lurched. The baron’s face was distorted.

“You… you crazy…Who are you to Verdick Evans and…Is it because of your eyes?”

“That’s not true.”

“Then why! What the hell? I need to meet with Verdick right now. Damn it… crazy…No matter how hard it is, I promise….”

“Brother.”

Raymond said as he made eye contact with the Baron.

“Icella Evans and I don’t fit together.”

There was a long silence.

But it was only a moratorium because the baron didn’t understand what he meant. After the baron understood, his face became more and more red.

“Did you… say it?”

“Yes.”

“You stupid…You stupid, you don’t know anything but shooting!

That would be more comfortable.

Raymond jumped up and thought about it when he saw the Baron’s red face approaching him.

“I’ll never allow it! You stupid… you little… You have to be hit to come to your senses….”

“Brother.”

Overpowering was easy. Even if he was big, his body was not slow due to his idleness, and Raymond was unusually well-built in the military.

“I didn’t come here to get your brother’s permission.”

***

Karen looked up at Raymond’s profile.

“The Baron…” Did you have a good time with him?”

“Yes, I’ve done a good job.”

Karen seemed to be paying attention as well. At the age of 117, I remembered what he said to Karen.

What he told Karen that he couldn’t believe what you said. There’s nothing you know. You didn’t even know my brother died. You don’t even know yourself. So I can love you.

Karen seemed to be concerned that Raymond had never mentioned his family to him since then.

“My brother sent me to the hospital.”

Karen opened her eyes wide to see if she was surprised.

“Isn’t it too much?””

Most hospitalized wards are extremely poor. So it was natural for families to have their families stay at home if they could afford to have a doctor’s visit.

Would he have thought it was out of place with his past thinking about others?

But Karen knew only part of Raymond. He wants to take a better path, but the way he loses to everyone was not a better path for Raymond.

“This was my best shot.”

Baron Sayertes, if left alone, will kill others. And soon he dies. I thought it was more sinful to let it go knowing it.

There is no way for him and his brother to make a complete reconciliation. The baron lived in idleness for so long, he was drenched in drugs. It was worse for him to retain the title of nobility.

“Carran, rather than just being friends… Maybe it’s just another way. You said you had a lot of time, but it’s not really that much. The overlap of time is only possible between us, and Ms. Isela is not familiar with you.”

***

“Why did you say that?”

Zion scratched his head as he watched Raymond sit down with a sullen face.


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