When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 52

The knights had to show their respect toward Laritte at Redra’s signal.

Laritte beckoned Redra, who stood behind her.

“Let’s finish this quickly.”
“Please wait a moment.”

Redra wanted to straighten out their discipline. She was going to set an example today even if she had to punish someone for that. They were the first to cross the line.

“I hope you’re alright……”
“It’s alright. I’m fine. So let’s just proceed. Can you ask them to finish?”

Laritte appreciated Redra’s concern. She herself just had a different understanding of the situation she was in.

“…..As you wish, Madam.”

Redra held out her sword from her waist. Sunlight reflected off the blade as she shouted.

“Raise your sword!”

The knights lined up, grumbling at Redra’s command.

“She’s telling us to raise our swords.”
“To an illegitimate girl? That’s too much.”

When they reluctantly took out their swords, a stout woman walked over the hill where the mansion was located. The keen sight of the knights helped recognize her.

“That’s the nanny. Why does she look so angry?”

Obviously, her anger was directed towards the knights.

Minutes passed as more knights started to notice her.

However, Laritte, who was standing on the podium, did not notice Ava standing behind her.

“Well, I guess that’s enough, right?”

Laritte uttered, and as she began to descend down the podium, the demeanor of the knights gradually changed.

Life in the mansion would be difficult for Laritte if she weren’t in the nanny’s surveillance. Ava took care of everything in the mansion, from food and clothing to maintaining the living spaces.

“Are you saying Lady Ava is on her side? How could this happen?!”

The knights were quick to understand.

Shouldn’t they greet the Duchess properly, then?

But Laritte had already left the podium without receiving any.

‘W-Wait a minute!’

The knights shouted in unison.

Laritte was still unaware.

Any other illegitimate child would’ve been scared to ignore or even face the annoyed expressions of the knights. If such an occurrence were to happen, they would usually keep their gaze at the knights until proper behavior was shown.

The knights started to panic.

What a strange woman!

Laritte was on her way back to the mansion when her eyes found Ava.

“What are you doing here?”
“What else, Madam? When you’re old, your hands and feet get numb when you stay still, so you exercise. Hoho.”

sign of that cold glare she

hers. She nodded

to the field with

“Ahem! Ahem!”

full of discomfort. Meanwhile, the knights realized

said area

a barren land. Only

to

days, yet there was no sight

sun went down, the weather became

to

take a rest.

before getting off his horse.

He took out a clean water bottle

runaway dragon was supposed to be in this area since they came here following its footprints. But it seemed to have left this

used to

runaway, it always had a faint

gone that far, had

have known it. In that

changed to

was she doing now? He wanted to be

the mansion every week, so I still

about Laritte. The knights shared a drink of whiskey with each other. If not, it would have been very difficult to beat the

Here’s a sip

jolted out of

“Laritte?”
“Pardon?”

the knight’s words, who had a bewildered

just said the Lady’s name, right?

glossed over his

worried if Laritte was safe.” “Ah, I see.” “You see, I don’t know what she’s been up to. I’m afraid

stopped when he realized he

with a dry response and entered a private

a lamp tied with a string beside the wall of the tent. He sat down on the

But he didn’t like

Don’t think about

thoughts before lying down

eyes became heavy.

smelled something flowery in the dark.

up. My

his

shabby tent he saw. It was

of Ian. His golden eyes vividly

was she

Laritte from the dream

long are you going to sleep? If you want to sleep again, let me kiss you good

it was a

which created the virtual world, began to adapt to the scene playing. It felt

finally starting to

— Ian?

in a white

strands away from his face

sick, are you? If that’s the case, you mustn’t get

words, Ian