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.

blamed themselves like that, they would betray their own

with the Count. You know, if

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

after Ian pointed out the

it wasn’t

“Ian.”

taking a step

“…..Yes.”

Ian replied softly.

“Yes, what is it?”

walking

“…..What is it, Laritte?”

the response she wanted.

by

“No, it’s nothing.”

hated her

on to right after they were born. The memory that sunk into

was no

she first heard, which she had forgotten so far.

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 this little one a name. Don’t you have

her mother had spat

God and a lowly fairy resembling her mother, the illegitimate

prepared by now?” “Yes, let

been called affectionately

someone to call her

“Ian.”

She paused.

who was

“…..Laritte?”

detestable name sounded calm and soothing to her.

that was what she wanted.

you seem to be sick.

her warm skin against his calloused

seems to be normal…. How do you feel now? Should I call the

to maintain her

Rose’s nitpicking, but

like she had climbed up a

I don’t feel bad anymore.”

now there was at least someone

have to tremble anymore when

changes were enough

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long enough for dozens of people

it stood all kinds of rich dishes and

chef sure was engrossed in his work.”

the fancy dishes with a

Ava responded from beside Laritte.

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