Resetting Lady

Chapter 132

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She fell into a novel. 117 years had passed.

This girl, who was 117 years old.

From the very beginning, she had been born inside this world. Inside the novel.

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Carynne tried to stop her voice from trembling. Tried to stop herself from crying. Theres something she needed to confirm right now.

Theres no way I didnt know that at the start. As soon as I heard it, I realized. As soon as I heard that Mother and I are the same, I knew! Theres no way that I didnt know

I was told that Mother and I are the same

One beautiful, red-haired woman. Another beautiful red-haired woman. More beautiful, red-haired women.

But I didnt want to know that, and you didnt tell me clearly either. Its something that anyone would have realized We didnt confirm it, you and I both just spoke about it vaguely. And theres that bullshit about love.

Carynne felt like her throat was closing off. But no. She had to say it. She had to say it herself. It desperately needed to be said right now. In just a little while, the ending would come again, and she would die, and then start once more. If she would not be pushed to the point of killing other people again, then againagainDullan would not say anything at all.

Mother gave birth to me, and if it stopped after that Then its simple. Its something that anyone would piece together. I just need to give birth and pass the curse to the child

Carynne needed to continue speaking. But it felt as if her blood was about to burst from her. She did not want to talk. She did not want to confirm it. She did not want a definite answer. But everything was undeniablethe words of Raymond, Missus Deere, Crown Prince Gueuze, Lewis, Catherine.

So thats how it is. My child would be the result of love. If I find love, if I build a family with the person I love, then it will all be over.

But this was not possible for Carynne. Carynne clenched her fists tighter. Her hands were bleeding. But she did not feel any pain. She wanted to run away. But she could not. Because.

The comfort that you mentioned before True love After all, its just a load of bull, as expected. Just a mirage.

Mothers mother, the mother of Mothers mother, a blessing passed down by blood, a repetition of time.

Because Im barren.

In the end, Carynne said it.

Tears streamed down her eyes.

Many, many times.

Even if her father did not say it, even if Deere didnt say it. Carynne doubted it several times during all her lifetimes. Her period was extremely irregular. But thats just how a womans body would respond to extreme stress. Carynne tried not to think about it.

She had spent countless nights with countless men, but nothing came out of any of that. Out of curiosity, she met more and more men. Meet, fuck, check. If nothing bore fruit with Raymond, then shed check with Dullan. If not him, then Borwen. If not him, then another man. And another man. Even the sexual offenders on the streets. Even married men who already had children.

And in the end, Carynne had no choice but to face the truth.

She was incapable of bearing children.

Then The way to end it all is impossible for me. Isnt it?

Carynne looked at Dullan. Her eyes continued to overflow. She could not tell if what spilled down were tears or blood. But she could still see Dullan. In the meantime, she wished to be given denial. She wished to be given hope.

But Dullan nodded.

It was a death sentence.

I see.

She did not scream.

Inside the room, the silence was deafening.

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She could not even cry.

Now lying down, Carynnes eyes remained dry. It didnt matter if time continued to flow. She needed time for herselfto shut herself away. Up until a while ago, prison felt like a good escape, but not anymore for Carynne. There was only one day left before the trial. No. Actually, she had a lot of time. So much time. She had an eternity ahead of her. Its been like that since the beginning.

She did not know what to do. She just lied down. If shed just lay here like a stone statue, then no thoughts would reach her

Someone, just kill me. Someone, just put me in a coffin, tie it to a boulder, and throw me into the depths of the ocean. So that I wont come back to life.

But then, even if thats done to me, Ill still be reborn. The next time I open my eyes, Ill be in that cold garden yet again, standing alone beneath the rain.

No matter how desperate I am, time will pass.

Even if I want to, I cant go entirely insane. No, maybe Ive already crossed that threshold? Who in this world could define lunacy anyway? I dont want to think about anything. If I can just stay here, like a tree or like a stone, I

But Carynne knew. Even if she wanted to hit her head, even if she wanted to go off the deep end, all her wounds would heal over time. Her body would forcefully be reverted to its original state, and so would her mind. After all, the mind was connected to the body. She could never be free from the shackles of sanity. Forever.

Morning came.

Even if she wanted to die, morning would never fail to come to her. Regardless of the fact that the cruel truth had been revealed plain and clear now, morning would come. Nothing would change.

Carynne Evans, its the day of your trial. Come out.

Carynne had just remained on the bed all night, weeping. Lying still like a corpse. Shedding tears. Nevertheless, morning came. Her judgment was over. Now, it was time for human judgment. A trivial thing that was of no consequence to Carynne.

She turned her head, but she could not get up. Because all she did was lie there and cry all night, she had no strength left inside her.

Get up Damn it. You, open the door and go in.

A prison guard went in and roughly raised Carynne from the bed. As she had been lying there, tears continued to fall, but now that she was dragged by them, she had to get up. She tried to stand on her own, but she did not have enough strength.

Still, it did not matter. They were the same people whod drag her to the stand. One way or another, they would hand Carynne over to the court, then sentence her to death. This time, too.

Carynne, please come to your senses.

Before she knew it, Raymond was next to her.

Carynne looked forward. She did not notice how it happened, but she had been dragged outside. She was no longer in her prison cell. Even if she did not move a single muscle, she could not avoid the events that would transpire. Yet again, time moved forward.

Ah, I think I really have gone crazy now. I cant remember how I came here.

Raymond firmly held Carynnes shoulders.

Its time to go into the courtroom. Im saying this just in case, but Please, just stay still.

Carynne looked down at the shackles on her wrists. Shes here for the crime of killing Crown Prince Gueuze. She raised her head. There, Raymonds face. He always had the same face. However, its rare to see him be so tired like this. Hes about to go into a courtroom, so he dressed neatly. But beyond that, his face and his body exuded fatigue. This was new.

Carynne.

Yes, Sir Raymond.

Carynne finally opened her lips to speak. A hoarse voice came outa voice that she did not want to hear. But no one paid any attention to this. Raymond tightened his grip on her shoulders as he spoke.

The Marquis has agreed to disclose Crown Prince Gueuzes misdeeds. And Ive already handed over all of the evidence. I also got in touch with the jury separately.

Youre becoming a villain.

It is only an expression of my sincerity.

Raymond remained adamant. He did not believe Carynne. What Carynne wished for was a distant hopeperfection that would glimmer dimly far away. But Raymond staunchly remained rooted in reality. This time, too.

It didnt seem like he ever believed her. Because hes an unchanging man. Still, he tried. This time, too.

Please have strength.

But that meant nothing.

There is hope. So please, keep your wits about you. Youll Youll only be given a verdict for the crime that you truly committed.

Despite it all, he never promised that she would be completely acquitted from everything. Carynne smirked.

Love is meaningless.

Death is meaningless.

Why is he even still trying.

Please get it together.

Yes, I understand.

She needed to get it together.

Next to Carynne were the prison guards, Raymond, and her lawyer. To them, what shes doing was nothing short of whining. They would do nothing even as Carynnes world was crumbling before her very eyes. Even if she were to cry and falter in the middle of the stage, she was not allowed to collapse. That would be the finale.

In this life, I will also I will do my best.

A death sentence, or perhaps another way to die. The end of this life was just around the corner anyway. Carynne was so, utterly tired. All she wanted to do was lie down and rest. Even thinking was too exhausting.

In the next life, she should just not leave her room. She would just lie down just lie down, so

ll be fine.

And so, without another word said between Carynne and Raymond, they took a step forward. It was now truly time to enter the courtroom. Carynne could not wait for the end. All she wanted was to stay in her room and do nothing.

The prison doors opened.