The Resetting Lady - Chapter 1-3

Translator: Rhyme_Bean Editor: Aurum

Be calm. Be calm. Think carefully about what just happened. Yesterday I came to the place, after I spent some time with Miss Haier, I became sleepy. The next morning, I lost my necklace and got angry with a maid in the Haier mansion. And now that maid’s head was cut off and placed on the bed.

But why?

The last 2 sentences don’t connect. (T/N: Now she is calmly analyzing and pointing out, but the last 2 sentences, lost her necklace and got angry with the maid – and the maid was found dead in her room. Something must have happened between these 2 sentences, meaning these 2 things. That’s why these 2 sentences doesn’t connect)

“He.…..”

She didn’t know – she was stuck. Isela couldn’t compartmentalize what just happened. The dead maid was the one she had a fit with in the morning and now this maid was on her bed, but as a corpse.

Now matter how Isela tried, she couldn’t figure out what happened between these 2 sentences. At least the necklace –  not that the main thing was the necklace – it was the corpse. At most it’s only been a day since she came to this mansion. There was a head cut off from the maid in her room and she was completely clueless on what happened. She only met that maid for the first time today – she didn’t even know her name.

This situation was not a game. There was no forewarning, but to call it a simple accident was an underestimate since the entire situation seemed shady. But there was no clue at all. She felt like she was in a comedy drama she had enjoyed for a long time but suddenly changed to murder. It could not even be called a tragedy. (T/N: Here Isela is being hysteric, She feels everything like a play and also real at the same time. Like having difficulty in maintaining her sanity)

Why? Why? Why?

Why the hell was the corpse left in the room she had stayed at? What wrong did she commit? She doesn’t even have any connection to them, then why? In all her life, she never had any enmity with the people here. Yesterday she arrived here, then lost her necklace, got angry and searched the whole mansion. That’s the end.

She only said some harsh words to a lowly servant, now that person became a cold piece of meat. Who the hell killed her and why did that person do this to Isela?

Why me? She burst into tears.

“I didn’t do anything wrong…”

Why did she need to suffer such a mental torture? Isela felt angry – she was a victim. Such agony was unfair to her. She was not guilty but innocent. Even though she was innocent, she still was harmed and she must be compensated. The Haier mansion and the officials must find the truth. It was not her responsibility to do so.

But Isela was not that immature to think that she doesn’t need to do anything and everything would go with the flow. Isela Evans was the youngest daughter of a family that triumphs through deception. Even though they didn’t intervene, they have seen a lot of the absurdity of society.

Quickly call for – no, she would inform her father who can then discuss how to take care of this matter. Her father had always been correct. Isela closed the door. Even if she didn’t close the door, the mansion had a dark interior –  even the hallway was not lit with any light. It was gloomy and damp. As she stumbled and staggered up steps, Isela went towards her Father’s room.

“.….Oh, Isela?”

Why? Of all things.

Why me? And now.

“Your face looks ghostly pale. Are you not feeling well?”

“Ha,Haier…..”

“What are you doing in the middle of the night? No way….”

NO. I cannot reveal anything now. She was not prepared to think about what to say – her head was blank. At the moment, Isela felt like she wanted to die of excessive anxiety.

The scene of Karen screaming aloud after finding out about the corpse that was laid out in Isela’s mind. The appearance of Karen pointing her fingers at her and accusing her to be the culprit.

No way – it won’t be like that. Even if the corpse was found, it would not be like that. Everyone knew that there was no way for her to do such a thing. Where does a weak woman have such strength?

“Oh my, there is blood on your dress.”

 Her body became stiff when she heard the pitiful tone of Karen. No way. She looked at my skirt. No. It can’t be – no way.

“.….What are you talking about, I just…”

“Do you want me to say it out aloud? I understand the priorities.”

What was she about to say?

Karen’s jade-like hands held onto Isela’s hands that trembled and led her gently.

“Please come to my room.”

“.…..”

“Hurry up. I will keep your secret.” With a slight smile, Karen pulled Isela into her room.

“The bell string next to the bed is directly connected to the maid’s lounge, you must be very embarrassed.”

Isela, who had difficulty in speech and moved stiffly, as a mother that covered it’s eggs, was gently hugged by Karen. After Isela changed her clothes, Karen held out the brandy tea towards Isela.

“I am telling you, you don’t have to be so edgy because of our fathers. Aren’t we of the age to enjoy some light conversations, Isela?”

“Mi,Miss Haier… it’s not like that.”

Isela thought for a second. Will it be better to reveal everything truthfully? Though she thought that it would be best to inform everything to father, she was already found by Karen on her way to her father. Also, whatever conclusion they reached, it was sure that this meeting would have some impact on it.

How much should I disclose? How will Karen view her after that? Her long term maid was murdered, so would she get angry and throw a fit at Isela? Also the deal between her father and the Haier lord hadn’t yet come to a conclusions o this situation would have an impact on this sensitive relationship.

“Did you see something scary?”

“Ye, Yes!”

I saw a corpse and its head was cut off. The room was flooded in blood and it had its eyes opened, my necklace hung on its neck.

“As it’s such an old building, I have heard that sometimes ghosts appear out of nowhere.” Karen laughed. Isela shivered all over with her eyes wide open as she clenched the teacup. Such a look on Isela was quite fun.

“People hallucinate a lot. Maybe you also saw scary things because of that?”

Hallucination. 

Isela felt like she finally found light by that word. Yes, that’s right, maybe I saw that because I was so tired? It was too much of a ridiculous sight – it was not even a joke like that could be played by the devil.

It could also be a joke played by some maid that held a grudge against her. A maid should not dare talk back to the guest of her master –  this should not be the correct personality of a maid.

“Miss Karen. I saw something scary in the room…”

“My God.” Karen consoled Isela with a meaning of I feel bad.

“I,I know it must be inconvenient, but can you accompany me back?”

With a slight frown, Karen helped Isela up.

“Of course I can, but…”

“.…!”

There were blood stains on Isela’s skirt.

“But before that, it would be better if you change your skirt.”  Karen added for the sake of wide mouthed Isela.

“Your menstruation might have started.”

* * *

“Well, I liked you at the beginning.”

Karen laughed as she stared at a sleeping Nancy. Her mouth was blocked with a cloth and body tied up.

“I have a lot of secrets and I want you to listen. Didn’t you look out for me like a mother? For many years, you would comb my hair in the morning, and at night, recite to me stories of olden times. Well, at first I really liked you. In truth, though not intentional, this moment, I am very happy that my memorable first is you. I want to disclose my secrets, but are all people like that? Even if they want to open up their secrets, it won’t come out of your mouth. And there is also no guarantee that your secrets will be kept secret… That’s why I like you.”

A blowing sound was heard as Karen sat on the chair and enjoyed the tea sip by sip. Isela’s gift was really the best grade.

“Um.. where should I start? To tell the truth, I didn’t care whoever it was. So why did you entice me that much in my room?”

Am I correct? You tried to entice me, right? 

With a fit of laughter, Karen gently stroked Nancy’s hair. Her straight black hair came undone and she came into contact with the dark blue eyes. It was beautiful. The maid to look this beautiful, As expected, this kill was the correct decision. To enjoy the different sides of a person.