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"…is that so."

The voice of someone in the dark. This sense can't get used to even if you try to get used to it. a sense of disintegration and disruption of consciousness The fatigue of getting closer to sleep that resembles the death that everyone feels in common. The first thing that came to mind in a space where even consciousness collapsed and clouded was fatigue.

I'm so tired.

I hope I never open my eyes again like this way. But once again, the light will come in and Karen will open her eyes. I'm suffocating. Who is it this time?

Please leave me alone.

an inexorable voice Who's strangling me? It's confusing. The smell of medicine, the smell of gunpowder, and the smell of perfume. I'm in pain. I'm dizzy. I feel dizzy even when I lie down and close my eyes. In a cold, dark space, the mind dissolves first.

"It's … again.

A cold hand touches the forehead. The cold air flows from the forehead. It must be a human hand, but it's cold. My father's hands were warm. It must be cold now. The father, who became a corpse, left to find love. a truly enviable mother Then my mother found love, and my mother....

"Tonight's appointment, then, alone....”

Is it a break? Karen felt her consciousness clear that her appointment was broken in the meantime. Can I keep sleeping?

"The fever has come down."

A familiar voice can be heard right above the head. I've been avoiding you for a while, but I'm finally getting dragged. I've become a permanent resident and I'm still a doctor. That's why you didn't eat.

"…Thank you for your trouble."

I could hear the door closing.

Ah.

I see.

Eventually, he fell down. Karen last remembered getting close to the floor while working in Isela's room. And the reason was clear as well.

"Well, if you've come to your senses... Get up, he, yeah."

“…….”

Karen looked at Isela lying next to her. Karen had no medical facilities in her room, so she was also lying next to Isela. Karen sees a needle connected to Isela's, and to her arm. But the contents of it will be different. Karen woke up, and Isela was still asleep. Karen raises her arm and shows it to Duran.

"You know why I fainted."

“…….”

As soon as I thrust the needle into my arm, I felt a blurred vision. He managed to dispose of the barrel with his last energy and stuck it on the floor. I'm sure it was Duran who dragged Isela out of the burning mansion, but Duran was also putting her to sleep.

"What if Mr. Berdick finds out?”

Karen looked at Duran with a forced smile. It was Berdick who whipped his skin to rip because he spent his money carelessly. What if he knew that Dulan he was relying on had Verdick's daughter in that condition? Karen did not doubt that he would pick up the ax.

“…….”

Duran closed his mouth and looked down at Karen. And he answered.

"I'll see you next year."

It was an unexpected answer. Karen let go of the blanket she was grabbing for a moment. I didn't expect an answer like that. So naturally, it was a statement that acknowledged Karen's return. words without any responsibility as a priest and a physician Even my father showed his distrust at the end.

Duran's belief that seemed so natural made Karen speechless. Why can you believe so purely? What do they know? I'm rather speechless with such a calm answer. But anger burned quietly inside. Karen opened her mouth with a smile.

"…oh, my God. It's amazing."

Why don't we strangle Dulan? Karen agonized over Dulan's long neck, which looked pale. When Karen's eyes met, Duran crouched. Karen pointed to Isela and asked.

"Why are you putting Miss Isela to sleep?”

"…you, you're dead… You were going to win.”

"Yes."

"This woman is innocent. Joo, you don't have to die."

Karen opened her eyes round. His answer was strange.

"I love you, Miss Isela...Well, I don't think so. That's right. Miss Isella is innocent. But you have to die. Well, first of all, I believe I killed him. His shoulder. I stabbed him. They'll kill me when they wake up. So I tried to kill him."

Duran stuttered at Karen's answer.

"Oh, I know. So... I'm putting you to sleep. Leave her alone. Now this woman is... Since I came down from the tower.”

Duran looked down at Isela. The gaze was cold enough to assume that he was an adult or a man in love. Still, Duran replied that he was putting Isella to sleep to protect her from Karen. Even if he is in danger of being killed by Berdick. Karen was disgusted by the strange good deed. Dulan, who noticed Karen's eyes, opened her mouth.

"Yes, you don't need to know.”

“…….”

"You, you're gonna start over anyway. I, I just... They'll see it from behind."

Duran answered Karen. His words were contradictory. He was doing good and evil at the same time. Karen was turning her into a vegetable in the name of protecting her from Isela. But he didn't have any questions about it. It was a vague attitude: "If you want to do it, I'll take care of it, but I won't do it actively."

Like an audience under the stage. I can't do this and that, but I can't do that either. That's too much. a meddling attitude Is it a duty as a new officer? But if you believe it purely, shouldn't you not even do it? Karen looked at Isela and said to Duran. Taking out the scissors hidden under the pillow. Karen glares at Dulan with a scissor blade on Isela's white neck.

"Then don't stop me from killing Miss Isela, either. If you believe, if you believe in my life again, my sin will mean nothing. You can't stop him."

A thief gives a lamb to a thief.

He who commits adultery gives three young cows.

The assailant gives a young mare.

A murderer pays his sin with his life.

Murder can't be paid back by anything but death.

But what if the murder doesn't mean anything? Karen was curious about that. You cannot sin against yourself. All this is just entertainment. So he did it himself and doesn't feel guilty. I have no regrets. So Karen asked Duran.

"Am I guilty?"

Duran shook his head.

"Then don't stop me."

But Duran grabbed Karen by the arm. It was an act to stop Karen. Duran looked confused. However, the power of the hand was strong.

"If you believe me, you have no reason to stop me.”

"Joo, you don't have to kill him.”

"The reason is simple. I'm just bored. Then you die."

"…uh, how?"

It was an unhesitating answer.

So Karen gained confidence from him.

I got it.

Duran really believes.

"Uh, how do you want it?"

Duran did not seem to know what his answer meant yet. Duran is also not afraid to die for Isela, whom he sees as insignificant, let alone love her. Even if Karen didn't like to kill, it was clear. Duran believes. It's so sure. That is not because Duran is an adult. It's not because I'm That act can be done by a man of conviction.

"What do you know?”

Karen grabbed Dulan by the arm. Duran tried to shake off his arm, but Karen held him firmly. You think I'm gonna miss it?

"What do you know?”

"…Mo, I don't know."

Duran bowed his head. It was like seeing a wrong child. Karen grabbed Dulan and yelled at him, who was avoiding her eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous. You can't not know. You can't just sacrifice for nothing. You can't just believe it! What do you believe? What are you sure about?"

"Me, me, I don't know anything!"

"Dulan!"

Karen woke up. The scissors were put on the floor. I know this is no threat to Duran. She jumped on Dulan and clung to him. He looked like he wanted to run away from Karen. But I can't miss it.

"What do you want? Do you want to sleep with me? Do you want to relax my body? Feel free to do it. You want to do it. No, if you don't like it, do you want the money? I'll get you as much as I can. Huh? Please tell me what you know. Anything is fine. Just a guess is fine, so please tell me one. I'll marry you this time if you want. Oh, is that too much of a situation? Then I'll kill Isela. And take me to the temple. You can't arrest anyone in the sanctuary. You can play with me there as much as you want. Or you can play with my body. Just anything."

"Well, wake up."

"Do I look sane now?"

It's finally time to find a clue!

"Ja, you're a whore... E. I don't even love me... Letter."

Duran's answer opened Karen's mouth. It was ridiculous. It was amazing. What is Duran talking about? What the hell are you talking about when you say you believe? Now?

"Dulan, Dulan, baby. Don't tell me. Are you serious? Are you, seriously, thinking that you and Raymond are important to me? Do you really think it's important who you're going to be with? Are you such a moron?"

Karen tightened Dulan's hand by the collar.

"Tell me whatever you want. No, tell me, I'll do whatever you want. I'll get you whatever you want.”

Let me die.

Duran's face was bizarre. I felt as if I had seen something terrible. But Karen nevertheless noticed evidence of excitement in his lower body that met her. See? You're not what you say after all. It's like this even in this situation. He put his hand to his lower body and laughed. It's cheap if it's a body. But Duran took Karen off.

"Hey, hey, hey, don' be like this."

"Why?"

"I, I, it's...This is."

"You want to do it with me.”

What you say always goes against the body. Even if you say something of contempt, you get greedy. It used to be and it still does. Karen knew Duran. The best tool for him is the body.

"Oh, no, no!"

Duran pushed Karen roughly. Karen was dumbfounded by the face of a frightened maiden. Duran pulled away from Karen and straightened her clothes. Rest your groaning breath. Tears almost seemed to form around his eyes.

“…….”

That's very annoying.

Karen held back her desire to tear Duran's hair. Should have been tortured to death from dyullan. In the next life, Dulan is going to fall asleep and make a surprise him. Let's be patient.

"You, you love nobody... You don't, do you?

It was not a question that asked for an answer. Duran covered his face with his hands.

"I, I, I've been... I'm sure."

"Let's stop talking about boring things. Take off your clothes. Or do you want to wear them?”

Duran grabbed his own arm, his whole body trembled convulsively. Duran talked, shaking, stuttering his voice.

"Oh, oh, I still know... No, but you atone... If you love people,"

"What?"

"Really, if you fall in love, if you fall in love."

Duran replied, still covering his face, stutteringly.

"Now, knowing, handing over all the information, crab. Hey, you look tired."

Karen had to hold back her snort at his words. Is Duran still playing romance novels like Catherine, like her father? Karen spoke to Duran as she approached him.

"Hey, stop playing stupid games.”

“…….”

"Just sleep with me and give me the information. It's better if it's free."

But Duran was still covering his face in the corner. It almost looked like crying. I was shaking. It was disgusting to feel like I was a low-quality person who bullied him. Who blames who?

"It's not me, it's not me."

"Ha."

"I... No."

Duran put his hand down. Contrary to expectations, Duran did not cry. Rather, he was hardening his face like a corpse.

"Hey, don't forget. You have to love to the point I admit."