Resetting Lady Chapter 46

Like him, if only she could believe as innocently and navely, then it would be ever so wonderful.

However, Carynne had a difficult ti calming her pounding chest.

I would doubt it if its soone else, her father said. But if its you, she told that it couldnt be doubted.

Then thats that.

Because its a phenonon that needs no explanation. And its impossible for to explain as well.

In the end, he was right. Its difficult to comprehend sothing thats supposed to be impossible.

Carynne herself was the evidence to prove it. As she had been living a repetitive life all this ti, of course she knew it for herself, so how could she doubt it? Just to understand the anguish she was feeling, the other person would have to search for the sa aning for 100 yearsno, perhaps 10,000 years.

Carynne dropped her head onto her clenched hand. Her head was hot.

What you said is right, she answered.

No matter what the answer was, it would be difficult to take in.

Even if she were to hear her father say that he was God, or if the sky were to open up and shoot down lightning at this very mont and God would descend from the heavens, Carynne wouldnt have been surprised. However, she would still wonder if these were hallucinations induced by the drugs she took last night.

All these years had made her like this, for doubt to be her closest friend.

Yes.

If its sothing that could be solved by logic

If it was like that Carynne cald herself down as she felt the onslaught of hyperventilation.

Why did you hide it? If you had just said sothing, then I, more Wouldnt I have lived more comfortably?

For the longest ti, she had spent so many days dwelling on the notion that she was living inside a novel. If she had at least known that there was one more person who was having the sa ordeals as her, then she wouldnt have been so miserable. Better yet, she would have maybe had hope.

However, the fief lord denied her assumption.

You heard about this matter when you were ten years old, but you were unable to accept it. You said that life was aningless.

Then if, from the start, you had left in the dark about this

Isnt this the result of it?

Silence once again fell over the room.

If my mother was in the sa predicant, then did my grandmother have to go through this, too? Is this sothing thats handed down from generation to generation?

I dont know that much about it.

I see.

Did the couple not talk to each other that much? Carynne was getting frustrated because she couldnt get as many answers as she wanted. It was comforting to see that the fief lord, just like her, seed to be uneasy. If he were just sitting there, observing her casually, then there would have been nothing more upsetting than that.

However, the conversation didnt continue well because they both realized how much discomfort they felt for the other. Its like they were of different wavelengths throughout this conversation when they tried to talk about the anguish that they felt when they experienced different sides of the story.

This conversation that had been put off for 100 yearsit was strange. Awkward. Painful.

So my mother likened her life to a novel.

Yes.

Was it a romance novel?

Hm?

What genre did she say it was? My life, I an.

A world full of rationality had abandoned her, and what greeted her back was a world full of fantasy. If thats the case, then she would play by those rules.

Carynne pushed her doubts to one corner of the page, folded it and drew a question mark over it. Of course, the question was how could she get out of this.

How do I end the story?

The fief lord pointed a finger towards himself.

Find soone like .

Pardon?

Thats what Catherine did. She t and went on to live her true life.

Even though she decided to accept whatever words she heard, it wasnt easy. Trying to sort her own thoughts and feelings regarding the fief lord, Carynne picked one question to ask.

Does it end with marriage?

With love, of course.

It was quite disconcerting to hear that ones life was nothing but a novel. Its unrealistic, odda story that youd hear from so loon who deliriously believed in their own fantasies. However, there was no other choice but to accept it as the truth.

It wasnt love that had the greatest influence on a persons life. It was death.

And yet here it was againlove. It was once again controlling Carynnes life.

Carynne was on the verge of being fed up. This tedious, tireso, annoying trope was coming up again.

You should love. Youre going the wrong way right now. Fall in love!

Shut up!

Carynne swallowed the words. Blood was pooling in her eyes. What ford in the fief lords eyes were tears, but with Carynneno, it was blood. Be that as it may, the fief lord continued speaking.

She t and said that even if she didnt have to leave the novel, its fine. More than that, she said that she didnt need to read the novel over and over again anymore.

Thats what she said?

The fief lord tapped himself again with one finger.

Yes. She said that Im her male lead. No other man was the right one for her. Not Count Landon, Not Crown Prince Gueuze, and not Marquis Pencier either. Only I was her true love.

The fief lord recited the nas of powerful n, one after another. Like a person ddling in the affairs of other people, Carynne traced her mories and tried to recall just who these n were that had been quite scandalously involved with Catherine.

Since they were from a different generation, she hadn't had the chance to et them. Only Crown Prince Gueuze was a familiar na to herparticularly, she knew that he was notorious for being lustful.

Compared to them, I was better

The fief lords face was full of pride. That expression of his looked quite like the one Deere had, and she was soone the fief lord ironically loathed.

This was an obsession for a dead person. It wasnt just about rembering the person they truly loved, but it was rembering how the deceased had looked at them, and it was a sense of pride that they protected.

The expression that the fief lord had as he said that Catherine chose to marry him rather than those other suitors was the very expression Deere had as she was looking at Catherines portrait in her house.

In the end, I was her love, after all.

The way he said that he won after marrying Catherine was a lot more justified and compelling than how Deere did it. However, Carynne was much too old to be impressed by what he was saying and how he looked.

In the novels Ive read, the male lead is usually the most handso man whos close in age with the main character.

Lord Hare wasnt all that bad, but its not like he was overwhelmingly head and shoulders above Catherines other suitors.

Now that its co to this, it seed like true love was quite far away. What if one of the dying n fighting on the battlefield now was Carynnes male lead? What a dumbfounding conclusion.

So its love.

Yes, its love. I dont think youve found it yet. But, like your mother It is true love.

Seeing how the fief lord was nodding to himself, Carynne clenched her fist. Such a saccharine storywasnt it just too unrealistic, so terribly frustrating to the point of disgust? Its as if she was being hit one the head with a sledgehamr, just that the weapon in question was made entirely out of candy.

It was sothing that I didnt believe myself as I was just a terrible rascal, said the fief lord. But compared to the emotions that might have been said, these are truly pure and gallant feelings.

While thats what you know, then thats how you feel.

Carynne forced the corners of her lips to curve up into a smile. The people you thought were below you knew all about it in the end.

Are you still wandering because you havent found your male lead?

It shouldnt be so easy to be offended by words that were so unbelievable, so fairytale-like. However, the fief lord looked over at Carynnes fine cheekbones, at her wounds, at her blood-stained clothes. He looked at her with such lantationoh, how lovely. Oh, how pitiful.

His eyes were devoid of any anguish at the fact that his daughter had just killed a person. In them, only a desire to see his dead wife was evident.

So, Carynne felt more nauseous as she continued to examine her fathers face.

Love. Love, he said.

Towards the Carynne of the present, it was sothing that was even worse than murder.

Shes co this far, but what was this.