Resetting Lady

Chapter 14

Thats not it.

Alright

But this time, the muffler that Donna picked up really didnt suit her, so Carynne just stopped her for that reason. It looked like an old womans muffler, but still, Donna didnt let go of it.

No way, are you really going to pick that?

Huh? Ah, doesnt it look good though?

It doesnt. At all.

Actually, why dont we give it to Missus Deere?

Who?

Huh?

Do you hate that Missus Deere person?

No, its not like that Milady, its Missus Deere.

Who the hell.

Carynne was confused.

The moment Donna asked why she didnt know who it was, Carynnes face turned red. She flitted through the characters in her mindthe manors servants, the townspeople she knew, even people in high society Donna didnt know. But there was no one named Missus Deere.

Seeing Carynne being flustered, Donna laughed as though to tease her.

Oh, Milady. She was your private tutor for about eight years.

Private tutor?

She couldnt remember. Donna was more surprised to see Carynnes flustered expression.

Missus Deere That, the etiquette and dance tutor Milady had I dont really know much about it, but She taught Milady this and that. Do you really not remember?

Ah, ahh. Ah.. Missus Deere.

Yes, yes. I thought Milady came here on purpose because the missus lives nearby.

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Theres no way she just didnt remember. Carynne didnt have that memory. She was a little taken aback because she had lived as Carynne for over a hundred years, but it was only one year that was repeated to no end.

A private tutor. She knew that a tutors room was connected to a childs room, but it was empty for such a long time, so there was no need for her to go inside it.

But even more than a hundred years ago, there was no such thing as a tutor for Carynne . No, after she had become Carynne.

There was no way that a fief lords daughter would only live with a maid and without a tutor. Like men, women were taught liberal arts, though they wouldnt pursue further studies in a monastery or in a university. These were things that Isella or maids like Donna could not teach.

It hasnt been that long, but it feels weird because the person whos always been there isnt there anymore. Milady also saw her every day, right?

Yeah, its been about a hundred years.

Pardon?

Watching as Donna laughed, Carynne further said that its no wonder that she didnt remember. But of course, Donna just continued laughing and said, Certainly.

In one hundred years, Carynne had never heard Missus Deeres name. She left the Hare manor before she turned seventeen, and she never went into this store with Nancy.

For Donna, it was just a few years ago, but for Carynne, it was more than a hundred years ago. In fact, she never experienced it.

Even though the tutor had been in the manor for eight years, she wasnt mentioned again because she wasnt an important character.

Carynne couldnt help but admire how beautiful an unpredictable life was.

A novel was just a novel. The numerous encounters and the countless events werent normally important, but they took precedence in Carynnes life.

She hardened her expression so that her excitement wouldnt seep through.

Right, then what would be good to give her?

Shes still young, so wouldnt pink be good?

Really?

Carynne asked about Missus Deere while choosing one thing or another, saving her words. Donna chatted a lot about the tutor just as she should, but Carynne gleaned less information that she thought she would.

Missus Deere was a friend of Carynnes mother. She was previously middle-class, and she worked as Carynnes tutor for eight years. Like with most tutors, she was of a different stature compared to the maids, so she mainly spent time with Carynne and the fief lord and madam.

Its said that after Carynnes mother passed away, the tutor quit her job and received a pension for her daily living. Also, she had a particularly bad relationship with Nancy.

Milady, did you hear that Nancy was a gypsy before she became a maid?

Um I think I did

So the missus tried to kick her out because she thought that Nancy was dirty.

Oh my goodness.

Thats why Oh, why dont we just go next door?

Of all things, Carynne was stiff, and she felt a little nervous. She didnt know anything about this person she supposedly saw every day for eight years, so she couldnt prepare for anything. She would look odd. However

While hesitating because she couldnt think of a good excuse, fortunately, Borwen came into the store right then. Its time for the circus act.

* * *

Its really ugly.

Isnt it?

Donna, be quiet.

Ignoring Borwens words, Carynne eagerly talked to Donna about the ape and commented on its ugliness. She couldnt believe that there was such an ugly animal.

Carynne had never been to the circus during this outing scene.

When she went out with Nancy, it wasnt during this day, so back then they would watch either band performances or street musicians. She didnt go to a hatters shop, nor did she go to the circus.

She still thought that it was a good thing to kill Nancy, but in the next iteration, she decided to come here again with Nancy because it was just so exciting. Wasnt it a pretty fun sight to see? Nancy should see this, too.

Nancy Nancy would like this kind of thing too, right?

Pardon?

Im talking about Nancy.

Would there be anyone whod hate watching this? Oh, but I dont know about Nancy. Shes a gypsy by nature, so maybe shes done this before?

How about we enjoy watching quietly? Borwen commented.

Im done, tsk, Donna replied.

Come to think of it, there wasnt much Carynne knew about Nancy. Right. Had she ever done something like this?

Even so, rather than a maids uniform, it was difficult for Carynne to imagine Nancy wearing revealing clothes alongside the other women, performing tricks in the air. Shes always worn the same maids garb.

A woman with platinum blond hair smiled and waved her hand. Her face shone with thick makeup, but Carynne shifted her gaze towards the womans firm muscles. She tried to imagine what the womans face would look like under the makeup.

Then the woman threw herself into the air. The height was perhaps three stories above ground, but there no hesitation could be seen from her.

She threw herself like that before. It was also about that high. She prayed for a quick death. The woman was now fluttering. Her form, as she was falling, was very beautiful. Shes smiling. As the woman fell, Carynne cried.

Kyaaa!

Thud.

Soon after one rotation, the man who was waiting at the bottom caught her and flung her right back up. She shone, like a white bird. Again, someone from above caught her as well.

Carynne had been falling endlessly. What awaited her at the bottom wasnt revival, but the stench of filthy blood and the terrible expectation of a book being closed. There was no hand to hold. She only fell endlessly.

I really thought shed fall.

Me, too.

Actually, she really did expect it. May your neck be snapped, may the tragedy begin anew.

The inciting incident would happen today anyway. Then, wouldnt it be alright if she fell? Carynne was disappointed. And she felt the unfamiliar emotion of jealousy towards the circusfor people to see death right before their eyes, to hear their laughter mixed with her own.

Ugh.

Dont think about it. Just enjoy the sight in front of you.

Its her first time seeing this, so itll be a shame if she didnt revel in the sight. Unlike the previous loop, Carynne was able to sit here in the best seat, enjoying the show with drinks because she was on an outing with servants this time. She didnt run away.

You cant drink something that strong during the day. And especially you, Donna, you still have more work to do once we go back, Borwen scolded.

Uwah this is too

Then Ill settle for a beer, Carynne said.

Alright.

Borwen called a passing employee, from whom he got a full glass of beer.

What about me? Donna asked Borwen.

No.

Haha

Next, the pride of our circus! Please give a warm round of applause!

Wow

Whats that?

Cheers roared around them, and accompanying it was a dull, heavy sound.

A strange animal entered.