Chapter 34

Laritte groped her face mercilessly, as if determined to find out which part of her face was out of shape.

“My eyes? Nose? Mouth? Eyebrows? Which is it?”
“…..What?”

Only after he realized what she was trying to say did his blood become cold.

“Wait. Did anyone say that to you?”
“He……”
“Did he scold you like that?”
“Pardon?”

His voice grew louder with every question.

“Which human becomes ugly overnight? Did you believe that nonsense?”

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her towards him.

“Even if it does, it’s not fair to punish one for their appearance!”

Then, Laritte’s foot slipped off the railing causing her body to tilt in an instant. The wall was high enough to give her goosebumps.

“Ha….!”
“Lari-”

Ian hurried to grab her collar but it tore off. Unfortunately, it was not enough to catch a person.

Leaning forward, he gripped Laritte’s waist, which made them fall together.

Laritte almost stopped breathing.

Was he trying to hurt himself to save her? Then she would die of guilt.

But, it did not matter to Ian.

Today, in 621, the people of Iassa tended to easily think of the word ‘Swordmaster’. A lot of countrymen said they were cursed. They even put a scary tinnitus like a ‘homicide’ as a sign of being wary of and in awe of a Swordmaster, but they looked just like any normal person.

‘Wow……’

Pointing the front nose of his shoes, Ian twirled half-way in mid air along the wall, thus changing their positions. Now, what was approaching the ground was Ian’s back.

“Huff.”

He lightly landed on the ground with Laritte in his arms.

As if dancing a waltz, he stood up softly on the ground. Now, he was standing holding Laritte.

“Really….. Do you not trust your husband?”

She sighed in relief as she got out of his grip. Quickly, she bit on her lips.

“I know.”
“Are you talking nonsense again?”
“No! It’s not that.”

Taking off the jacket, she returned it to Ian.

She knew. It wasn’t her fault to be blamed for her face.

like that, they would betray their

way to relieve my anger even if I was angry with the Count. You know, if there’s a food chain in the human race, I am at the

keep thinking that……it was her fault she didn’t care about her face.

out the truth could Laritte

wasn’t

“Ian.”

him, taking

“…..Yes.”

Ian replied softly.

“Yes, what is it?”

began walking after

is

response she

called by

“No, it’s nothing.”

terribly hated her

to hold on to right after they were born. The memory that sunk into oblivion and could not be recalled

was no

what she first heard, which she had

How can I survive with a child in Iassa?” “Sister, don’t do that. Hold her. She looks just like you……” “Get her away from me!” “I know it’s hard, but you should at least give

her mother had spat out

lowly Goddess, born from a God and a lowly fairy resembling

by now?” “Yes, let

never been called

there was someone to call her

“Ian.”

She paused.

who was following her

“…..Laritte?”

calm and soothing

that was what she wanted.

be sick. Do you have a

to find her warm skin against his calloused

do you feel now? Should I call

maintain

because of Rose’s nitpicking, but because of Ian’s strong words.

felt like she had climbed up a stone staircase.

I don’t feel

least someone to watch over

to tremble anymore when being called

were enough for now.

***

cloth was laid on a table long

kinds of rich dishes and

engrossed in his

dishes with a slightly

responded from

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