When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 47

After a while, Rose opened her eyes while lying on her bed.

“Hmmm.”

The sun outside the window was casting brighter glares than usual.

“What? I slept this long…..? Why didn’t they wake me up?”

Rose Brumayer always acted like a picky youngster. Especially after waking up.

The maids were supposed to wake her up at the appointed time in the morning.

But no one came.

Rose had been inside the house since she was humiliated by Laritte and rejected by her fiancée.

Because of that, her hysteria got worse.

In the past, she would have bullied Laritte as a way to express her tantrums. Similar to how children disturbed ants who minded their own business on branches.

Since she couldn’t do that now, her stress just piled up.

She gritted.

‘Derpy employees. I’m sure they’re slacking since I haven’t lifted up my whip lately!’

She decided to release her anger on them.

She rushed outside the room. She turned left through the corridor on the second floor to find a man standing in front of a painting.

“Hey, you!”

She approached him as he thought he was a servant.

When the man turned around, she froze.

It wasn’t a servant. Rather, it was a government personal dressed in a uniform.

Only then did she take a look at her surroundings.

The hallway was empty. Devoid of any sculptures, flower vases, or any decorative items for that matter.

What’s worse, the official was currently taking off the remaining paintings.

“W-Who are you? Why are you taking that?”

The man shook his hand at her as if he was being bothered.

“I’m just following orders from above, so make a complaint there, Miss.”

Rose may have been expelled from social gatherings, but she was still an aristocrat. The daughter of a family who owned an estate.

She raised her voice.

“You lowly! Are you out of your mind?”

The man casually spoke.

“Is it necessary to properly treat a fallen aristocrat who has no land?”
“F-Fallen? What?”

He did not respond anymore.

down to the first floor, still in

saw many officials carrying their furniture and other miscellaneous things they owned out of the mansion.

the Countess, who was sitting in one

happening?” “The Duke has filed a lawsuit with the investigative agency. The mansion

Boom!

as though a big rock

a mansion and estate, the title

merchant would deal with the

“We’re finished, Rose!”

her head, messing up her hairstyle in the

what plagued Laritte for those many years.

official the moment she spotted him carrying away her

this mansion has been ordered to be confiscated. Be happy we didn’t take away your gown.” “Where are you taking them all?”

man checked the documents

and the rest of your possessions now belong to the Duke of Reinhardt. There had been a demand to send the belongings

an idea.

the Duke’s mansion. There was a chance she could get back her possessions if she begged Laritte for forgiveness.

time to be sitting here idly. Let’s hurry and make our way to the Duke’s mansion.” “What are you planning to do?” “Laritte is there! We could try

Count and his wife exchanged looks out of

continued, determined to convince them.

the public and get our house back. We can’t get thrown off without a penny!”

they began

had also gradually diminished. Even so, he didn’t appear in any gathering again.

with Laritte’s opinion on such a

could be done in the house of the

spend time eating together, or if the weather was nice, they could have a light picnic in the

choose to talk about a random luxury item.

when each chose a

study looked so old that it seemed as if it were built a hundred years ago. But that

light sun rays pouring in and

their hands while taking a bite of

some point, Ian

about this for a while, but is that what it’s

the book in Laritte’s hand

first time he came to know that such a thing existed

that contain dragon

dragons were known to be very rare.

order in which they contributed to the destruction of

Ian, being a Swordmaster, had never eaten anything made of a

they get them from?” “I assume that’s the reason why they wrote it in their imagination.”

became more

case, is it meaningful as a recipe?” “This is

concentrate on the

going to question

his eyes stopped on

strangles swayed as the breeze

pulse accelerate

he had accepted this as an

many excuses to explain

Laritte was beautiful.

Objectively at that.

a person grow less attractive in his eyes if she remained

wonder it made him tremble!

would be fine once he got used to it over time.