4 [4]

"...so don't commit a crime. The guilty man will not escape from the depths of eternal hell. You will be as pure as pigeons....”

Karen tried not to close her eyes, holding back the burst of yawns. There is no sleeping pill as good as a boring sermon. The sermons I've heard over and over again. Karen's prayers are out of reach. Karen waited. The voice of the transcendent, the illusion, the appearance of the prophet, etc.

Silent. There was no answer. The voice she so desperately wanted is not audible. She wanted to understand and be convinced. However, the more life was repeated, the more I gave up. When can I go back? When does this dream end? When do I get out of this hell? Show me the evidence. Tell me the reason why I have to suffer like this. Why should I

"God, insult the sacred time... Don't. Karen Haier.”

Wouldn't it be more insulting for you to be on that platform? Think of the people who should bear and listen to the stuttering sermon. Karen tried to humiliate Dulan, but she saw a woman coming from behind and dropped her head slightly. Isela also lowered her head.

How are you? I've been very uptight. Ho Ho. I can't stop talking and laughing. Karen smiled at the fancy silver dress that didn't fit in the temple.

You haven't made any progress either. This time, Karen's mind, which decided to spend a year faithfully committing murder, reminded me of Isela hanging in that silver dress. It must be like a bell handle. If I hold my leg underneath it, will they scream like a bell? I'm curious.

"Hayer Young-ae. Do you like my necklace?"

"Yes, I guess your father bought it for you. What a beautiful….”

It's a hanging rope.

"Hoot, he's not my father. This is a gift from my fiance. I heard that Young-ae Ha-er is getting married soon. Did you get anything?"

“…….”

Hey, don't be discouraged. Karen sighed for some reason as she watched Duran, whose face was red. How can a man who comes to Daryl's son-in-law in a rural lord prepare expensive gifts for the aristocrats and the rich? However, the atmosphere is cold because everyone intentionally tells what they know.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I acted senselessly. Please forgive me.”

"What do you mean? That's a beautiful necklace. Please show us again later."

He'll give me the ring.

"I'm happy."

Isella. Isella. That's why you can't.

Even if you try to bully me, no. You're rich, but you're still lower than me. And look around. Everyone's sympathizing with me now.

Karen jumped on the atmosphere and showed a slight tear.

"Water, what's important about water? It's wrong, it's done."

“…….”

Why are you throwing cold water on something that's already done?

Duran struggled to keep talking and tried to blame Isela. However, the atmosphere becomes colder. Karen frowned. Why are you bothering me? Karen didn't want to be hampered by her goal of entering the villa and Raymond's mansion.

"I'm going to back off."

Looking at Isella, who is sulky, Dulan said that he can buy that much while flirting with Karen. And Karen wondered if it would be easier to seduce Raymond if she became a widow.

***

Anyone who saw Karen for the first time would stop breathing for a while. Even when Mrs. Haier was in despair for a while after her death, everyone felt more sorry for Karen, who became more beautiful every day than for her sorrow. Even though he was already engaged at an early age, curious people often came to see him.

But every time, the Haier lord would protect Karen from their eyes. Despite the fact that it was a couple that everyone said was not a good combination, the marriage did not break, and the subtle resentment was laid on the territory.

And today, those who saw Karen smiling with a bright spring flower even had a grudge against Dulan.

The burning red hair was reminiscent of a bunch of roses in full bloom. Her running face burst into a hearty laugh, not a courtesy laugh. The steps were like the goddess of spring dancing. Spring came. The feet were as light as a sheet of petals wouldn't break.

Everyone stopped working and held their breath at the bright, bright steps of the coming summer sky. It's been years since you laughed like that. It was a memorable day. Spring is coming. It smells like flowers.

The sky is clear and blue, and the most beautiful girl laughs with joy.

Karen succeeded in her first murder.

01. Necklace of Isela

"Heeing."

Haier's mansion, known for its breathtaking red flowers, tormented Isela's feet with a huge climb from the entrance to the road. It wasn't good from the start.

The road to the mansion was poorly maintained, and the carriage shook violently, and the horseman fell from the stable. In addition, a horse broke its ankle. The rest of the way said that she couldn't climb the steep slope, so Isela had to climb the mountain feeling her legs full.

"What's good about this country?"

Isela was heartbroken when she followed her father to a small countryside. The land owned by Haier was in full bloom in spring and full of fruits in autumn, to the extent that he was blessed by God. It was a basin on a rugged mountainous area, but it was a region with precious trees and low residents, so it did not require much management costs, so imports were quite good for the area. In short, it is a place where efficiency is excellent.

Of course, it was my father's eyes that saw the land as a profitable object, and it was nothing more than a curse to Icella now.

"This is going to be our land."

Berdick smiled and held her daughter's hand. Far from the main cities and far from the aristocracy, he has only one daughter. The land was a good prey for the target, Berdick Evans. Haier even had little connection to take care of her back because she had been reclusive for a long time.

"Don't worry, Isela. We're going to be aristocrats now. The days when the king gives down the land are over. You can buy Youngji with money now.”

To make the land easier, Haier had to sell some of Isela's jewels to buy the vast and useless land around him. Isela's lips twisted at the thought of it. Among them were accessories inherited from her grandmother. It was a beautiful thing to say that he received debts from royalty from other countries.

Icela Evans was more than satisfied that the jewel was stolen. The Evans hate and love the nobility, royalty and clergy. It was the honor of the family to take wealth and honor from aristocrats like pigs who were born as born aristocrats and take only profits from the land in all kinds of ways.

We take it away. We can manage it better if we have it. We're the ones who really need to be up there.

"Yeah, I heard you met the heiress at the chapel last time. How was it?"

"Huh, that wasn't good. You look rustic.”

"I'm glad I was invited this time."

"I'm getting sick."

Whack.

When I saw Karen's face, I even felt earthenware. Even though he lived in such a mountainous area, he could have been rumored for his beauty.

No, the rumor was far from enough.

It was horribly beautiful.

"If your father sees the man he brought in for his engagement, he'll know how nervous he is."

"Haha, what good man would there be compared to Lord Raymond?"

"You're a horse idiot."

Isela recalled her last meeting. When Karen saw her face, the pain that had been gnawing her guts disappeared as if it had washed away when she saw her fiance Dulan next to Karen.

"Look at him! I can't believe you're trying to marry a man like that to keep your land.’

"You must be very keen on maintaining the territory if you can get him engaged early. The more desperate people are, the easier it is to trade."

"That's a relief."

Seeing Duran, Icela Evans laughed at Karen's modest dresses and cheap accessories. And I checked Karen's gaze at the necklace Raymond gave me. She couldn't take her eyes off Isela's neck and smiled gently, apparently envious of her envy.

Isela liked that look.

twinkling eyes mixed with anticipation

***

"I'm glad you invited me, Haier Young-ae."

"You're welcome, Miss Evans. Evans. I hope you enjoy it while the fathers talk about their difficulties. It's very nice to see Miss Evans here because there are no ladies of her age."

In contrast to Karen Haier, who smiled softly, Isela was given a present by a porter. Even the wrapping cloth, which was to be peeled off, was embroidered one by one.

"Please, this.”

"Bowen."

The goods that Isela brought were accepted by the servant next to her.

"I brought a popular car from the capital these days to enjoy."

A small wooden box of tea was carved with elaborate designs. This lady in the back of the countryside stood out with patterns and craftsmanship that she had never seen before. For a short time, he was embarrassed that he could not open it, even the bells were amazed at its beauty.

While enjoying the constant response, Isela said, "This is how you open it, showing off." The clattering sound of the teeth was beautiful. And the true beauty of Tea caddy was revealed.

"It's the pleasure of refreshment to enjoy it with your eyes, ears, and nose."

It was about the joy of the car itself, not the car box, but Karen smiled and looked at the box without refuting it. Isela opened the box and handed it to Karen.

"In places like this, I thought I would only enjoy straight, so I prepared a variety.”

There were all kinds of spices in it. Full spice bottles were divided into sections and arranged in colors, while the back of the lid contained the names of spices and the recommended blending recipes in small pieces. It was a luxury that would rather be called a jewelry box than a car box. Karen wouldn't have had anything this valuable.

"Yes, it's hard to enjoy various scents in these mountains."

"Oh, I apologize if you were offended."

Of course, I said it was offensive. Isela waited for words to be heard soon enough, but Karen stopped talking and smiled. When there was no response, Isela soon became dull and leaned her back against her back. When the bell brought boiled water next to the quiet table, it became lively again.

"It smells very good.”

"Straight is good for each region, but I also like to enjoy various scents. Wouldn't tea time be too boring if you just enjoy one thing?”

"I agree, Miss Isela. It's too boring to enjoy just one scent. Even if it's not perfect, I think it's human work to pursue diversity."

Karen's answer makes Isella's expression quiver.

"That's too big, Haier Young."

"Life begins with tea time.”

Karen put some more flowers in her car with a smile of spring fragrance.

"I don't know how happy I am to see you come and change your boring routine."

from the ground of one's heart