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.”

question clearly because it seemed like he didn’t understand.

the Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am now

seem like nothing to others, it was a precious title to her. As the owner

who this woman was. The nanny and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of late, especially because he had been on the

he couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of him. So, as

name

seen her once or twice, but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never talked

earlier. What the hell was her husband

was the type to take care 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

in someone before.

moment. That

head, pain erupted all over his

Tch!

This severe situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to

him in an

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

must know who I

finish his sentence. She was all alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary

case, then she must know what he looked like. In addition, she likely recognized his golden eyes, proof

realized there wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When had she

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

to end up becoming a

Would you like

asking me that?”

brought you? Obviously, her stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this

he was

going to do with that…”

sure you have quite the cut

blood was seeping through his shirt from the cut.

wasn’t like she’d be able to take back her actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he got better, he would run away.

to heal him since he was already in this condition.

knelt down by the chair. Ian didn’t stop her from

“……!”

Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the

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