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.”

question clearly because

wife. Therefore, I am

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

vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his

him about things like how he couldn’t get married because ladies were

her name Rose

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

earlier. What the

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

in someone before. It was quite embarrassing

moment. That means you…!”

because as soon as he raised his head, pain erupted all

Tch!

The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone

stared at him in an obvious manner.

ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands and didn’t miss

must know who I

she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying to kick

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

a drop left in her

Ian furrowed his eyebrows. He noticed that the subject of the conversation was going in another direction.

going to end up

Would you like some stew?”

you asking me

returned

opened his mouth but he

going to do

have quite the cut on

through his shirt from the

to take back her actions and her sympathy. She

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

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

“……!”

of touches from moving his clothing was enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound, it wouldn’t be surprising if his intestines were pouring

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