When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 27

Ian had ridden a horse across the street to find Laritte.

But when he reached the gate, her carriage had already left the capital.

“How long has it been since the wagon of Count Brumayer had passed this area?”

A guard at the southern door recognized Ian and hurried to search through the entry and exit documents. A cursive handwriting grazing on the old clumps of the papers was seen.

“15…..It’s been 15 minutes, sire!”
“Thank you.”

They wouldn’t have gone that far.

Since the path outside the capital was dark, Ian borrowed a lamp from the gate before galloping away on his horse.

It was still early spring and the night breeze wasn’t much comforting. It bit his skin. His cheeks were getting red under the fierce fangs of the wind.

If it wasn’t Ian, he wouldn’t be able to endure it.

He continued combing through the various paths.

Riding a horse at night with a single source of light in one’s hand could be very dangerous.

Something in him once asked why he wanted to give up his life like this.

But all he could think about now was that he needed to find Laritte.

His outstanding horse-riding skills shone in the dark.

“Huff….”

He could faintly hear the sound of wheels scratching on the stony path somewhere in the distance.

Ian soon blocked the way by turning his horse right in front of it.

The horse that was leading the carriage neighed loudly at the sudden hindrance before coming to a stop.

The horse was scared. If it was trained well, he could have moved according to its master’s instructions, but Count Brumayer was too ignorant.

The driver of the carriage got furious.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you!”

Even when he slashed the reins on the horse’s back, it was static at its place.

Cursing under his breath, his gaze moved on to the man who stood in front of him.

“What do you think you’re doing in front of the Earl’s wagon?!”

Because of the darkness, he could only make out the silhouette of his opponent.

“……This is the wagon of Count Brumayer?”
“Well, it is! Don’t you know? Can’t you see the crest of the red bird? Come on, get out of our way!”

Ian jumped down from his horse and walked to the carriage. It was not long before he appeared under the light of the carriage.

His gold orbs were dangerously glistening over his dark skin. It could not have been more frightening than a lion appearing in the middle of a mountainous road. A stance intimidating enough to make shivers run down in one’s spine.

and uttered without

it’s the

fixed on the carriage behind the two knights the Count

Laritte was there.

boiling up in him like lava. A thought occurred to him that they would have treated Laritte in

had treated her well, the

approaching the carriage.

“Get lost…..Right now.”

end to their life, even when he didn’t take out his sword.

and got dissolved into

could see was the very faint light of the moon, guiding them to nowhere. Still, they

the rear of the carriage and stood in front

the carriage to be of a very

seen a carriage

handle, but it was

He murmured

to see his wife. Why

sheath and situated it in the crack.

any swordmasters who would waste their energy in this way except

fell to the ground, while the door slowly opened

weak

her was nowhere to be found and instead, she was

looked like a herbivore being driven

widened as they spotted Ian’s structure.

out

“Laritte!!”

mixture of feelings of relief and resentment, which she had finally recovered from, passed through her weak stature.

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

just a few hours ago that

sighed heavily, lowering his eyes to the ground. But

you going to

reply. But, it never came. So, Ian gave up, shifting his eyes back to her

her ocean blue eyes shining with tears. It

“…….”

only cried with

contained desperation, the pain in

largest emotional change she has

with her name. Her own

‘Rose’, but her own.

it made her desperate to search for more clues.

accepting her as

somehow saddened

“Why…..”

blinking

are you yelling at me?”

didn’t

Rose was going to be the Duchess. Even when she knew Laritte

that was normal in the Empire of

child, who was even carrying blood from a noble, was as dirty as a commoner. And an illegitimate child was obviously considered ominous to be a bride

Ian had come to