Resetting Lady

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Chapter 3

Translator: Yonnee



What should I do this time?

Carynne was lying on the bed, staring blankly into the air.

She had already tried giving all her wealth to the territory’s residents, read books, enjoyed a resplendent life with men—oh, but she was stabbed to death back then. She also already watched Raymond and Isella get married while she herself married Dullan without any qualms.

However, most of the places she went to over the years were restricted to the Hare territory, Isella’s villa and Raymond’s mansion. And even Raymond’s mansion was a place where she only stayed at for a short period of time because by then, the novel was already about to end. Even over a hundred years, the time she spent leisurely lying in a comfortable bed wasn’t long at all.

There were so few places where women of this era could go, so it’s boring. Carynne briefly thought of wheedling Isella into travelling far away with her this time, but she threw away the idea.

Two women on a trip. Five servants would be the minimum, and it’s obvious that the adult men who would escort them would be Raymond and Dullan. This was concerning. Who would be responsible for whom?

Carynne roughly arranged the flushed Dullan’s clothes, then she spoke.

“Escort me properly.”

They had to dance three more songs. Then, he was going to trip over a servant’s foot, get angry at him, pour wine over his head, then laugh at him. And she was going to be shocked by his violence.

“…Uh.”

“Put some strength in your legs.”

“……”

Rather, Carynne was the one who escorted him since his legs were still like jelly, and she helped him as she clicked her tongue. Then, Dullan tripped over the servant’s foot as scheduled, fell down, got angry at the servant, but he couldn’t pour wine over his head.

* * *

“What are you doing, Milady?”

“Nothing, just worrying about my future.”

Nancy sighed as she watched Carynne, who couldn’t focus on the breakfast laid before her. Nancy hated how Carynne would get so lost in thought.

“Don’t think about it much. Isn’t that just a waste of time? Everything will be fine over time, so you should just enjoy it. Hm?”

It’s been about one hundred years and it’s still not fine.

“Sure…”

“What’s in your hand?”

“This?”

Carynne hid the coin that she was fiddling with, but then again, she didn’t have to hide it so she took it out again. After all, only Carynne knew the meaning behind it. It’s worth nothing to others.

“It’s just something I carry around. Something like an amulet.”

“If it’s too complicated to have, then just throw the coin away. Isn’t it the same with thoughts that you mull over for a long time? Now, finish worrying and eat. But we have to tighten your corset again, so don’t eat too much.”

It’s fine, perhaps? Carynne grabbed the coin. They had only been together, oh, 117 years. It’s difficult to decide on what to do this time, so it might not be bad to decide like this. If the number comes face up, Carynne would just roll around with Dullan this time. Should she study theology?

If it would turn up the other way… Nancy snatched the coin and flipped it.

“Now, the rear is turned up. Go ahead and eat.”

Then, she would have to do something bad this time around.

As Carynne decided to go on the crooked path in this life, she dreamed of a grand ambition while watching the teacup be filled with hot water.

Carynne was going crazy because she was so bored of living. After dozens of attempts, when she was still convinced that marrying Raymond was the answer, she tried various methods. Doing good deeds was one thing she tried. She sold her assets and did fundraising campaigns.

Nevertheless, the results were the same. No, they weren’t even any better. She was also once killed by a homeless man she helped back then.

However, good deeds were quite addictive. She eventually gave up in the end because it wasn’t the answer, but for a while, Carynne thought that helping others might make her happy. She didn’t sleep, she wandered around, and it was just as rewarding as it was futile.

If good deeds were fun, then evil deeds would definitely be fun as well.

She wanted to do something incredibly bad for it to be considered evil. What would be ideal? Carynne laughed as she imagined herself conquering the world. However, considering the places she could go and the money she could spend, she had to give up this ambition.

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She would need about twenty servants, but they listened more to her father’s orders. They weren’t loyal to Carynne enough to commit murder for her. And she would have to put a lot of effort in making someone else move.

Carynne clicked her tongue just thinking about the countless maids, servants and knights in the story, who were used to giving up their lives even if they did nothing wrong.

Her deadline was only a year. In the end, even if she tried to cause trouble, the biggest thing she could do was infidelity, and the smallest thing was to bully the servants. They’re both trivial.

She wanted to do something large-scale. She had tried to commit arson before, but the gardeners were quick to put the fire out. Thanks to this, several of her attempts at arson—with the intent to take her own life—had always failed.

It was no use hurting herself. Until the day she reached the last chapter of the book, she wouldn’t die. There was a time when she threw herself down a flight of stairs, and that got her whole body paralyzed. Albeit the bedsores, she felt relieved when she died while lying down without saying a word.

Thinking about that time, she felt a sour taste in her mouth. There’s no one who’d willingly take care of someone who’s in a vegetative state with a pure heart. When she opened her eyes again the following year, she thought she’d take revenge on the people who killed her, but she gave up on the idea because even that was meaningless.

There was no justification in punishing the people who didn’t do it at that timeline, and even if she tried to take revenge, there would be too many targets. Nancy alone had once twisted her neck.

But right then, Carynne stopped at that train of thought.

Revenge? Revenge, revenge.

“…Ah.”

For a while now, she thought that she had already done everything that she could. That supposition was wrong. There were countless options that she had yet to consider, just as she hadn’t done that with Dullan on the very first day.

While praising the uncertainty of life, she wondered why she never attempted to exact revenge. Perhaps she thought that it was love that changed people and the world.

At first, she did what she had read in the book, met someone else, rinse and repeat. The requisite was to love. She wandered in search of love for one hundred years. They were boring days, meaningless days.

Love was not the answer.

She was sick and tired of putting up with such bothersome characters.

It’s time for revenge.

Uninteresting characters, characters who were not the answer to her plight—they must receive the reader’s revenge.

“Ah!”

Something she had never done before!

Carynne came up with something new to do. And at that, she was engulfed in joy.

Why hadn’t she thought of this before?

It wasn’t love that had the greatest influence on people.

It was death.

As she welcomed her 117th birthday, Carynne Hare decided to become a murderer.

* * *

The new plan gave Carynne a boost of zeal.

She was so excited that she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t decided to kill before. Why should she run first when she had been on the receiving end of death for a century? She had always been struck first.

But as she reflected on the task, it wasn’t going to be easy.

‘Even so, I’m happy about that. They say that hardships make people shine brighter.’

Her slender arms might not even be enough to twist the neck of a chicken. She had never lifted anything heavier than a book. When going to church, she always rode a carriage. And when she had to climb a lot of steps, servants were there to assist her.

The deadline was one year. If she used that time only to build muscle, she would end up doing nothing.

If she started with a baby, then that would be easy. However, there was no infant in the mansion. Pregnant maids weren’t allowed to continue working, so there weren’t any young children in here. The youngest one in the mansion was the gardener’s child, but that kid’s already much stronger than Carynne.

The library in the mansion was expansive, but none of those books would help her commit murder. And the last murder that happened in this area had been in a small village, which happened before Carynne was even born.

In the end, Carynne felt discouraged for a while because she realized that killing someone with her own hands would be difficult. But soon enough, she started enjoying the predicament.

There were endless ways. The number of deaths she suffered through already reached three digits. She was the textbook. She was the living witness. The answer was her.

Carynne was afraid of nothing else but boredom. As a woman who lived forever, even if she would get caught, all she needed to do was start again. She had seen through all kinds of habits and past preferences as she had lived with them for a horribly long time.

She had plenty of opportunities. Who should she go with first? Carynne contemplated with a pounding heart.

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