105 [105]

The beginning is always the same.

Gray skies, dashing drizzle, mud gardens with nothing yet. chilling air and dirty pajamas I have a sore throat. If you don't go back to the mansion soon, the gardener will find you. Near the feet, Tsai roughly pushes the rope and heads for the maids' passage. I failed again this time again. It's cold again. My teeth are chipped. What went wrong this time?

Unlike the damp hallway, the fire in the fireplace burns in the room and thick fur blocks the cold air, making the air warm. When you take off your dirty clothes and throw them into the fireplace, the damp clothes will cool down.

He opens the lampstand at the foot of the bed with abusive language. As the oil in it is poured into the fireplace, the flames rekindle. He glares at the woman in the mirror. It failed again this time.

Again!

To live again is like this.

Effort is meaningless. Time is meaningless. There is no connection. Love, resentment, compassion. No matter how hard Raymond tries, no matter how much Verdick hates himself, it all goes back to the beginning.

"…Ha!"

Karen turned away. The paper on the desk crumpled up.

You don't have to write on paper anymore. I don't like this kind of thing. Just in case. Maybe this time, I'll live. Maybe it was scary. at the thought of facing death

Karen breathed out a long breath when she opened her eyes. I felt relieved. But Ando, for a moment, is also fed up. I am also disgusted by myself breathing out relief. Again. He's alive again. He had to come back to life again. It's the same. Duran lied.

Karen sat down and lay on her stomach. It was hard. This time.

“…….”

No, it's not.

There has been a change.

Karen raised her upper body again. I sat in a chair and looked into space. It's weird. No. It's definitely changed. In the midst of terrible pain, that is one thing for sure. This time.

"No…. It's different….”

Karen noticed.

The moment you die, the moment you die!

This time it was different from usual. Karen never died before the appointed day. But this time, he was able to clearly recognize his death.

Karen certainly died before the scheduled date.

"…died early.”

Has changed.

Karen got up from her seat. I have to go out. I have to check something. She ran with the artifact in her hand. Memory is returning little by little, even though it is not complete. I remember what my mother gave me as a present. It was my mother who gave me this. A red-haired woman who resembles her now soothed herself crying.

"Maybe this will help you.”

"But don't use it if you can."

Karen has never remembered. Karen sees her gun, which she finds bewitchingly. I didn't think of using a gun to kill Nancy. It was buried in oblivion. a bewitching discovery Why did he find a gun in a corner of the room without a doubt? Can I remember more? Anyway, that's not what's important.

Karen, wearing a thin dress in a hurry, ran with joy. I ran barefoot in the dark. Karen felt the corridor and coldness from her feet.

The background is the same again. The mansion was not burned. The hallway was clean. I could see rain falling over the window side by side in the corridor. The thin clothes in a hurry did not prevent the cold at all, but that was no problem. There's something different now.

"Ha, ha."

You have to check it out.

Karen stood at the door.

He breathed heavily. I've got it straightened up. I have to check it out. Karen tapped on the wooden door.

knock, knock

There was no sound. It's still dawn. The person inside will be sleeping. You're right to go back and wait until morning. But Karen couldn't wait any longer. Karen clenched her fist. Then I hit him.

Bang!

Karen knocked vigorously on the door. But the door still hasn't opened.

Boom boom boom!

I beat my hands to pieces. He kept knocking. Karen will keep beating until the door opens. We have to check it right now. Come on, now! Karen knocked on the door. I don't want to wait. He let out a yell.

"Get up!"

Boom boom boom!

"Get up!"

Finally, there was a bushy rustle inside, and soon the door opened. The door opened a little and a woman with tangled hair stood rubbing her eyes and identified the person in front of her. I sighed slightly when I saw Karen's face.

"Lady, it's still night."

My face was full of tiredness and irritation.

"What's the matter?"

It was her face with dark skin, which she knew so well, that she was really familiar with. Karen clearly remembers how that face changes when she stops breathing. Karen smiled with delight. It's her. Her maid. The first person he strangled to death.

"Nancy!"

Karen hugged Nancy. Nancy was puzzled and hugged each other. Nancy pats Karen on the back. still speak in a tired voice.

"Did you have another nightmare?”

"Yes."

"Shall we go to the room?"

Karen replied with a smile.

"So, are you going to erase my memory again?”

The hand that was touching Karen stopped suddenly stopped. Nancy pushed Karen away, who was holding her.

"What?"

Nancy asked back. It's like a face with cold water. Karen asked her face again, as if she had escaped from sleep.

"How much did you get for erasing my memory?”

"…my lady. Now, what… What are you talking about? Still half asleep....”

Nancy's voice, however, was not an unknown voice. Karen could tell. That was a perplexing voice, saying, "How did you know that?" Nancy held on to Karen, not knowing what to do.

"How long did you think I wouldn't know?”

"That's not it, miss."

Should we continue to question Nancy? She has a lot of questions, too. But Karen remembered that there was something more important than that.

"Oh, by the way."

No, it's not. Not yet.

Karen has to check, but first of all, she has to do something. Karen gave Nancy what she had brought. Nancy held something in her hands in bewilderment. The heavy weight makes me feel good. Karen smiled brightly.

"Before that, I'll keep my promise."

Karen laughed. I'll give you a present. Because I promised.

"Here."

"…what?"

Karen put the trigger on Nancy's finger. I've already loaded it.

"Hurry and pull."

Then he put his gun to his forehead. The cold metal made me feel good.

Karen closed her eyes.

"Oh, my God, miss? What is this? Wait a minute."

Listening to Nancy's bewildered voice, Karen pulled her overlapping fingers.

Bang

00

The beginning is always the same.

Gray skies, dashing drizzle, mud gardens with nothing yet. chilling air and dirty pajamas I have a sore throat.

"…and it starts right away."

Karen looks at the sky while touching her sore neck. The sky at dawn was dark and gloomy. But Karen knew there was hope in it. One thing that never changed has changed. Then other things could change, too.

Karen walked down the hall. Then he shook his head. Memories are interrupted from time to time. My memory still hasn't returned properly. Even though I was separated from Nancy for a year or so in my past life, or now in my last life.

What will change when the memory returns? I'm not sure about that either. However, the fact that it has changed has not changed. Like stars and suns on the other side of the rainy sky. Her enemy is unchanging. But time is limitless. He will find the answer in the end.

Crying.

Karen opened the door. The bonfire burns. It is a warm room with thick fur hanging. I changed my wet clothes. Karen felt hope surrounding her in the eerie tremor.

It's the same but different.

He got a lot of truth with the murder.

Karen picked up her pen.

My name is Karen Haier.

Names have meaning. That's okay. This time, or next time, at least next time. Whether it's 10 or 30 years, she'll go for it. He will do his best to challenge death.

He didn't enter the book.

I've been fooled for 100 years.

I won't be fooled from now on.

"My name."

His name is Karen Haier.

be intact in one's name

Karen touched her handwriting with her fingertips. Ink was smeared on the fingertips and the writing spread.

***

Karen put on her jacket with a gun. Then he raised his back. It's still dawn. And then you have to move. The sooner you move, the better. It's a fact that the hallway is empty at this time.

"So… first of all, the study."

Karen thought of the study notes she had seen at first glance when the fire broke out. A note that was heterogeneous between books with the same cover (perhaps an encyclopedia).

Karen looks at the door of her study.

"…oh, hell."

It's locked as expected. Karen remembered that Duran had taken out the keys to her study from her room. But not even Duran has arrived yet. Then the extra keys will be kept by his father or housekeeper Helen.

“…….”

It's dawn now. You have to wait. No one has woken up yet. Karen sighed and turned around. It was also too hasty. Didn't you just kill Nancy? No, this time, Nancy killed herself. One death is enough to do tonight. It wouldn't be a bad idea to try again tomorrow morning.

"Ay..."

I don't want to wait. Now Karen knows that if things go wrong, she will die. There is no need to hesitate. As you get older, your patience may disappear.

with a click

Karen pulled out her gun. He pointed a gun at the doorknob and counted himself. Let's get it done at once.

Ta-da!

Karen's shoulders were lifted by the reaction. Karen swung herself into position. Karen rubbed her slightly tingling hands.

"Wow."

Karen was stunned by the huge noise ringing the hall. It was too big. I thought someone might have heard it. But Karen sighed watching the hallway where no one was coming. True, people have never woke up today, even though they have lived many times. It just seems like today is a day when most people sleep especially deeply. Actually, it doesn't matter much now. Karen looked at the doorknob. I think I'll be angry if it didn't break even after this.

"… Phew."

Fortunately, the hinge was broken. Karen sighed. So far, it's been a good shot. Karen picked up a piece of the fallen doorknob. It's not completely broken, but it's broken enough to open the door. It's harder to break a door handle than to shoot and kill a person. Let's practice shooting harder next time. Next to Lord Raymond. I'm sure I'll teach you well. Let's learn how to shoot properly. What do I say when I ask why I want to learn? Are you trying to kill someone?

"Where was it..."

Karen is walking. I went in with a lamp in my hand. It's dark in the study. Karen held her back high. And you can see Catherine's portrait in the dark.

"Hi, Mom."

Karen looked up and walked in. He will eventually die like Catherine. If there is a change, there will be an end.

“…….”

It was definitely above the ladder. Karen climbed up the ladder thinking of her burned study. I had to climb up slowly because I had a lamp in one hand. Karen became nervous for nothing. Where is it? Is it possible that there's no such thing as this one, or something like that.

"Oh, there is."

The reversal of Karen's time did not remove anything. Karen reached out and picked up her notebook. It was a different note alone between the same design continuously. There was no indication on the black leather sign. Karen stood on the ladder and opened her notebook. It was a little uncomfortable because it was one hand.

“…….”

There was a writing in the notebook. Fortunately, it wasn't just an empty paper. Karen passed slowly over the stream.