The house was dark and dawn seemed to be far off. Having skipped dinner to take care of her unexpected guest, Laritte was quite hungry.

Ian panicked as he watched Laritte march to the kitchen to have her late night dinner. This lady had slept on the knee of a man she didn’t even know, asked him if he liked stew, and was now walking away.

You would even treat a stranger so well? The sound of chopping vegetables and boiling water told him that she really was making stew. Ian could do nothing more than stay seated by the warm fireplace. Not long after, she came back with…

“It really is stew,” Ian mumbled under his breath

The freshly-made and steaming stew looked so appetising that it nearly made him drool. She made it herself, and although it didn’t look like something fit for a noble, it was still good enough. Laritte tilted her head, not understanding his words.

“So that means there’s such a thing as ‘fake stew?’”

“That’s not….”

He wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut. Somehow, though, he felt like he couldn’t continue speaking with her attitude.

“Excuse me, miss.”

“I’m not a ‘miss’. I got married not too long ago.” Laritte answered neatly.

Ian looked at the inside of the house. Thinking about it, she definitely lived alone. But she says she’s married? What the hell was her husband doing then?

Since he showed no sign of taking the stew, Laritte placed his portion by the fireplace. Then, she stood back up and began eating her portion with a carefree attitude.

The meat and vegetables disappeared one by one into her small mouth.

“What are you doing…?”

“The only chair here was taken by my guest.”

“That’s not what I… Huu, do you know where we are?”

This was Duke Reinhardt’s last remaining property. That’s what he heard the sleazeballs in the back-alley say. So, in his opinion, the uninvited guest here was Laritte and not him.

“Of course. Is this not the Duke’s villa?”

“So you know this is a house without an owner…”

“Sorry, but I’m now the owner of this place.”

raised. Laritte answered his question clearly

because I became the Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am now the lady of the house.”

to others, it was a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to

and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten

married because ladies were scared of him. So, as soon as a marriage request

her name Rose Brumayer?

twice, but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he didn’t expect her to be such an oddball.

earlier. What the hell

of his people with an iron fist, but gave not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable skills on the battlefield and in academics, and was beautiful. It seemed like the

that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have realized

That

pain erupted all

Tch!

indescribable to him. The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone stuck sitting in a rocking chair!

him in an obvious

eyes that were as clear as the blue sea showed neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands and didn’t miss the expression on

who I

alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought

made it seem like she didn’t know he was a ‘traitor’. But she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must know what he looked like. In addition, she likely recognized his golden eyes, proof that he had royal

mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It

eyebrows. He noticed that the subject of the conversation was going in another direction. But

too easily? You’re going to end up becoming

Would you like

you asking me

returned his

opened his mouth but he was tired of asking questions.

going to do with that…”

quite the

she said, fresh blood was seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for him to

rumors about him being the traitor were true, it wasn’t like she’d be able to take back her actions and

thought it’d be better to heal him since he was already

the chair. Ian didn’t stop

“……!”

the slightest of touches from moving his clothing was enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with

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