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He can't walk. Because Raymond broke all his legs. But Duran moved. I couldn't go far. But blood and pus remained thick on the floor, showing his track record.

Raymond admired purely that he still had the energy to move after making it into a gonjuk. Duran was thinner than the average person who had no training.

The grip was more powerful than I thought, but it weakened indefinitely during the months of torture. He may not have properly overpowered him yet. Or maybe Duran's been trying to move that much more energy. But where he moved was unexpected to Raymond.

If Duran tried to escape out of the room, he would understand. It is only natural that a person wants to escape torture. It is strange not to try to escape from yourself. Everyone wants to live.

If Duran had tried to jump out of the window and kill himself, he would have understood. Raymond held Dulan's breath as patient as possible, but left countless permanent damage to his body. He's been asking me to kill him for a long time.

But the direction he crawled was neither a window nor a door. I can't use my legs, so I crawled with my arms. All of his nails were pulled out. He cut off his fingers. He had only four fingers together. But he crawled with his hands.

I was going to Karen.

"…kh, woof."

Duran didn't seem to notice Raymond. Raymond stepped on him and tried to stop him, but soon watched him breathlessly. Karen is dead anyway. You have to check and find out what he's doing.

Why do they crawl like that to Karen who is already dead already?

Duran was crawling and moaned over and over again, but never stopped. Raymond's walk was only a few seconds away, but it was an infinite distance for Dulan.

Nevertheless, he crawled without stopping and reached Karen's body.

Then he took out one gold coin with two remaining fingers.

"Sigh, ha…"

Where did it come from? It managed to be something that Raymond hadn't seen yet. Duran held it in the hands of the dead Karen. The body was already dead, so the remaining fingers were used to hold what could not be held.

Her dead hand hardened into gold coins.

Raymond couldn't stand Duran's touch with Karen any longer.

"What are you doing?”

Duran looked up at Raymond. The eyes were filled with fear. Raymond beat Dulan and looked into the coin he was trying to hold in Karen's hand. It was an ordinary gold coin with nothing special.

"…what are you doing now?"

"…just a funeral, a procedure….”

It was a natural procedure to give money to the dead at the funeral.

After death, people believed to cross the river of oblivion, praying for his repose and holding the travel expenses in the hands of the dead body. While it is the vassal's job to organize the whole funeral, Raymond was displeased that Duran would do it.

It was simply a different feeling than the displeasure of another man touching his lover. The hatred and hatred that had been created over the years crawled on Raymond's skin.

"What did you do just now?"

"…oh, nothing…Really, just... Funeral…."

"What do you mean, funeral?.”

Karen passed away a while ago.

It wasn't even the first time. He died more than a hundred times. If you've just died once, you may bless your life again. You may be happy to have a chance to meet again. But Karen has died too often, too many times. It is not a blessing but a curse if you come back a hundred times without ending your life.

And once again in this life, Karen clearly showed that this is a curse all over her body. Her death and resurrection were not blessings. It doesn't come back even though it'

I just died many times. Karen's death is compulsory. It was not a death that could be avoided by not meeting others or eating carefully. You can never get past that day.

Duran also knew Karen's curse. Why did she hold the coin in her hand? His excuse of funeral was funny. I was angry because it was ridiculous.

"Why do we still die like this?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Because of you."

Raymond kicked Duran in the stomach. Then Dulan drained blood from his body. There was nothing to eat, so there was only a distant gastric juice inside, but it was still dirty enough.

There were tears and blood around Duran's eyes and dirty things around his mouth. His appearance did not seem resolute or great. Duran showed his weakness to the continuing torture.

So it was even more disgusting. If he had kept his mouth shut with faith, he might have applauded his wick. He only spits out information that surrounds him, and does not give Raymond the right answer.

Raymond had put him next to Karen, expecting that he might be sorry for his sins. He wanted to confirm his guilt. I expected you to sympathize with Karen.

However, Duran tried to do something to Karen by saying it was a funeral process rather than feeling sorry for her death. Rather than grieving over Karen, she suffered from Raymond's kick. Raymond couldn't help but be disappointed when he saw him. He doesn't even think that the bad deeds he has done so far are his own sins.

"What exactly did you do with the coin just now?"

"Chung, really, really nothing. No, I'm not."

"I'll judge that."

Duran crawled with his arm instead of his broken leg. I wondered if he was trying to run away, but he didn't talk to me, wondering how far he could go with his legs that he couldn't move. But Duran did not go to the door. He moved to the window as if he were trying to kill himself.

Death doesn't solve everything. It is also a kind of torture that keeps people from dying. Raymond spoke in front of the crawling Dulan.

"From now on, I'm going to cut off the fingers that are quite thick again. I don't mind if you say it quickly, or... Everything will be cut off."

"Really star... Ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

a ball of air.

Duran's eyes turned.

"Don't faint. Shouldn't you tell me?"

The torture continued. Stop if you show signs of fainting, stop bleeding too much, and start again when the blood stops. Raymond continued to do evil things for an answer that he could not catch.

"Oh, my. Gold, gold, it's not much different...It's just, so... Katherine, as Karen's mother told you... So... comfort... To give…."

After a few more tortures on Duran, he was able to figure out the meaning of the gold coins.

The gold coins themselves were not so great. But it was an important thing for Karen. It was proof that Karen was living again. Dulan was also the first to give Dulan the conviction of a return.

"That's not much of a truth for three fingers being cut off. I wish the sacrifice was something great, even if it was a waste.”

”…….”

Raymond swept up his hair. The red blood kept on looking at me and my head felt dizzy.

"But do you know that, Bride?"

”…….”

"As my memory came back to life, I could think more about you. What's clear is that you're not purely worried about Karen's mental turmoil."

"…Oh, no."

"Then it must have been a gift to yourself for the next life you don't remember.”

Raymond looked down at Duran. Duran can't remember.

However, it was regrettable that he would not remember this torture. If possible, I wish he would torture me for the rest of his life and keep telling me the truth.

Dulan's spirit will eventually be ruined by torture. When a weakened body dies, Dulan in his next life will have a clean body and spirit that remembers nothing. Unlike Raymond and Karen.

It was unbearable for Raymond.

"You keep creating a corner to run away from. Whether it's death or memory....”

"Stop..."

"Please, Bride."

Now there was even a sad setback. Raymond held an awl instead of a saw. Then he said politely and earnestly, touching Dulan's left eye.

"Really… please."

Please show us mercy.

The awl headed for Duran's eye.

***

"Lord Raymond, are you sleeping?"

Raymond opened his eyes.

Then he closed his eyes a few times and opened them to correct his dizzy vision. I feel dizzy. Smells blood, pus, and gunpowder. No, it doesn't smell anymore. The place where you are is not the Tess mansion. Next to me is Zion Electra, not the Dulan Shrine.

He has come to life again.

"Now…so."

So what do I have to do now? Are you at war now? Did I retire? As he repeated his life, Raymond often confused himself at what point he was at.

Raymond raised his upper body.

"Are you all right?"

"…it's hard to say it's all right, even if it's empty.”

"This is the situation, but you still have to sleep. That's how we can move properly."

"But it's a problem that you sleep so well. So you're going to get shot while dozing off. Distinguish the places, Lord Zion."

"What?"

"…I'm sorry—I'm half asleep."

Sion is healthy and healthy now. Raymond shook his head thinking of the past Zion Electra. Zion Electra was always in pursuit of wealth and honor, but for a commoner, it was as far as a fantasy.

So he chased after the ladies. However, his personality had a temperament of anger, so he often bought a grudge, and was in danger after a few rash moves. He must have died before he was thirty.

"Live long, Lord Zion. Watch out for bombs, guns, women."

"Lord Raymond, I know something big has come up this time, but... Did you know that you've been weird all this year?"

Zion Electra was looking anxiously down at him.

Raymond was a little shy about how he would look in the eyes of others. Even if you try to live as normal as possible, problems seem to continue to arise like this. Raymond missed Karen. There was only one person who could understand each other.

"Let's start with cold water."

"Yes."

Raymond shook his head and drank the water. When the water went over my neck, my mind came back. The recent memories came back to me as I bundled them up in a corner of my head. Now he has started again.

Every life is special, but this life is a little bit different.

Raymond saw a thin chain necklace hanging around the neck of Zion Electra. I know that necklace has a ring on it. It was shared by Zion and Isela.

Zion didn't tell Raymond the whole story because the situation was bad, but Raymond knew whose ring he had at first glance. Isela wanted to save Karen this time. Like Berdyck showed a different side in his last life.

Raymond was displeased that this life would disappear like a dream in the past again. I didn't want to experience that anymore. In this life, Icela and Karen could be friends, and Zion could live longer.

Raymond looked at himself in the mirror. Although he was still young, he also showed signs of an old man in his eyes. Raymond sees a really young and fresh Zion over the mirror. Young people need a future.

"What's going on, anyway?"

Zion answered Raymond with a slight shrug.

"The Dulan priest has sent me a message of cooperation. It was a little surprising.”

It's a good thing. Raymond nodded. Now Duran doesn't know much about Raymond and Karen. Even if he is suspicious, he will have no choice but to walk in.

And this time, I'll finish it.