Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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 territorys residents, read books, enjoyed a resplendent life with menoh, 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, Isellas villa and Raymonds 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 wasnt long at all.

There were so few places where women of this era could go, so its 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 its 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 Dullans clothes, then she spoke.

Escort me properly.

They had to dance three more songs. Then, he was going to trip over a servants 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 servants foot as scheduled, fell down, got angry at the servant, but he couldnt pour wine over his head.

* * *

What are you doing, Milady?

Nothing, just worrying about my future.

Nancy sighed as she watched Carynne, who couldnt focus on the breakfast laid before her. Nancy hated how Carynne would get so lost in thought.

Dont think about it much. Isnt that just a waste of time? Everything will be fine over time, so you should just enjoy it. Hm?

Its been about one hundred years and its still not fine.

Sure

Whats in your hand?

This?

Carynne hid the coin that she was fiddling with, but then again, she didnt have to hide it so she took it out again. After all, only Carynne knew the meaning behind it. Its worth nothing to others.

Its just something I carry around. Something like an amulet.

Love was not the answer.

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

Its time for revenge.

Uninteresting characters, characters who were not the answer to her plightthey must receive the readers 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 hadnt she thought of this before?

It wasnt 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 couldnt understand why she hadnt 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 wasnt going to be easy.

Even so, Im 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 werent allowed to continue working, so there werent any young children in here. The youngest one in the mansion was the gardeners child, but that kids 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.