Resetting Lady

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

I-I just

He had completely lost himself in the indulgence of unconditional love. And as he weighed that love on the scale, the result was the destruction of oneself. He made it so that his childs mind was empty, and even when she had gone ahead to murder people, he rationalized his actions in accordance with this with love.

The love for his child, the love for his wifebecause he loved both of them. However, this love eventually did not weigh more than his own life. One might say that this was inconsequential, but that was not the case for the fief lord. Catherines love was not the only thing that mattered. The fief lord despaired at the fact that the love he felt weighed less than his own life.

Its alright. I understand.

Even so, another emotion stood above that understanding. It was the feeling of inevitability.

Haha

Carynne let out a dispirited laugh. Haha, look at this, Mother. Your love. Look at your male lead. Hes crying because hes scared witless.

Then thats the limit of both your love and belief. Ah, Im not accusing you. Father, this is how everyone is. You see your own death in the way that other people would. Theres no such thing as love that transcends death. So thats not the answer either. It must be something else. Because its not you, Father! That much love is fine. That much belief is alright. Sure enough, Ill find the answer. But your guess was wrong. Ha, something like eternal love that can overcome it all, goodness.

I-I Im

The fief lords expression was a disaster. Carynne spoke bitterly.

I dont need it. Father, its alright. Im not denying your love.

Carynne grinned.

If its possible to overcome this with ordinary love, then shouldnt there be a different solution out there, something else other than an ambiguous emotion?

She wanted to comfort the fief lord. She did so very sincerely.

Its alright, Father. It truly is!

Carynne smiled broadly as she said this. And she laughed oh so delightfully.

Im not such an immoral person that I desperately want to see my fathers corpse. Ah, isnt that right? Anyway, its like that. It doesnt matter, just like that. You chose your life!

Clap!

Then, she clapped her hands together.

Life is great! No amount of hatred, love or power means anything in the face of death! And among them all, even love! Yes, Father. So you chose life! If you stopped breathing with just one word of mine, then that kind of life would be an act of blasphemy! Yes!

Carynne clapped and laughed. Oh what joy!

Im being serious, if you had died, Father, then Id have made Sir Raymond take some drugs and hypnotize him into falling in love with me. Mm, uh-huh. I just wanted to see how far I could go. But we dont have to go to that point.

Unlike Carynne, who became more comfortable now, the fief lord was feeling miserable.

I Catherine

Fufu, Im glad. Seriously Its terrible to know that the one hundred years I spent is connected to such a fleeting emotion. But Im so happy, Father!

Carynne stepped closer to her father.

He was trembling. He brought his neck to the noose, but he couldnt kick the chair beneath his feet. Before this, he hid some corpses, killed people, brainwashed her daughter and gave her drugsall in the name of love. He was blind to that extent.

I

The fief lord believed his wife, and so too did he believe his daughter. He did. He believed them. Thats what he thought. His wife was from another world, and so was his daughter. They repeated their lives until theyd find their true love. Catherine fell in love with him and was released from the spell, and Carynne had yet to find her true love, and so she was doing all sorts of things.

My dear.

He recalled Catherines final words.

Go ahead, hit me! In the end, youre just an upstart who has a bit of money!

Crash!

AHHH!

Verdic picked up the pot next to him and threw it at her feet. Then, as he ignored how frightened his daughter was, he took a step over the broken pieces of the pot, taking in a deep breath.

I will not hit you Your engagement is just around the corner, keep that in mind.

Feeling too much anger could also render someone calm. Verdics mind right now seemed to have turned completely white with rage. However, compared to his fury, the words he spoke now sounded normal.

Keep in mind just how many contracts and people are involved in your marriage. If you throw any more tantrums, know thisI will punish you in a way that will not leave any traces.

Hic

Go to your room this instant. And apologize properly to Miss Carynne Hare and Countess Elva!

Isella sobbed out of anger and frustration, but when she realized that Verdic was truly mad at her, she no longer spoke up. As much as he indulged his daughter with material things, he also demanded that she move as he wanted. It was like that now, and it was like that in the past as well.

Isella trudged out into the hallway. She just wanted to leave this mansion already.

Its cold.

She walked down the hallway with her arms crossed over her torso. It was so cold here. Even though it was summer, the frigid air permeated through her entire body.

I wanna go home.

The thought crossed her mind that this mansion didnt suit her. Its cold, its hard. Only strange things happened in this place. She wanted to go back to the warmth of her own home. She once thought that this place was refined, but that was only an illusion. Her father believed that this mansion had history, but for Isella, its nothing but a tacky, unpleasant place.

Apology? Whos apologizing to whom!

Isellas expression was stained with deep-seated resentment and irritation as she recalled Carynnes words a while ago. She pretended to be polite and gentle, but evidently, she was never that kind of person on the inside.

Its cause the parents ruined the child.

How dare

How dare a girl like you! Isella promised herself that she would pour tar on Carynnes hair. Although she was a little shocked by how violent her own imagination was, in her mind, Isella had already mutilated Carynne in more ways than one. As she did this, she felt a little better.

Does that satisfy you?

No.

Huh?

With how casually the answer came back, Isella knew that the distant voice was Carynnes. Isella had arrived in front of the fief lords voice. It was a room that didnt interest her, but hearing Carynnes voice inside lured her in.

Do I open the door, do I not.

Was that girl being scolded by her father, too? Or perhaps Isella could feel her pounding heart. As her curiosity was provoked all kinds of dark suspicions blossomed. A dead maid. A missing corpse. Hallucinations. A dreary priest. A woman addicted to drugs.

Creeeeak

The door opened quietly. And.

AAh?

A dead body was hanging on a noose.

And Carynne was staring at that dead body.

Then, with those same eyes, she looked straight at Isella.