When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 5

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.”

his question clearly because it seemed like he didn’t

wife. Therefore, I

a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to this villa, Laritte could finally relax.

that moment that Ian realized who this woman was. The nanny and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his

he couldn’t get married because ladies were

her name Rose Brumayer?

of her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he didn’t expect her to

 What the hell was her

type to take care of his people with an iron fist, but gave not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was

interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have

moment. That

head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian relaxed himself

Tch!

his tongue. This severe situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone stuck sitting in a

stared at him in an obvious

ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused

who I am.”

finish his sentence. She was all alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying to kick him out of the house.

was his wife. If that were the case,

with a wooden spoon in her mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty.

that the subject of the conversation was

to end up becoming

Would you

asking

wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen. She then came back with

mouth but he

going to

you have quite the cut on your

she said, fresh blood was seeping through his shirt from the

to take back her actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he

heal him since he was

approached him and knelt down by the chair. Ian didn’t stop

“……!”

clothing was enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and

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