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.”

clearly

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

was a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to this villa, Laritte

to pester Ian about his marital

worst of them all, nagging him about things like how he couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of him. So, as soon as a

name

or twice, but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he didn’t expect her

thinking earlier. What the

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

reasons that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It was quite

That means

because as soon as he raised his head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian relaxed himself and

Tch!

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

at him in an

as the blue sea showed neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site

must know who

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

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.

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

the subject of the conversation was

going to end up becoming a

Would you like some stew?”

asking me that?”

eat what I brought you? Obviously, her stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen. She then

opened his mouth but he was tired of

you going to do with

sure you have quite the cut on

she said, fresh 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

to heal him since he was

the chair. Ian didn’t stop

“……!”

silently and felt that,

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