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.”

was no sign of that cold glare she was delivering to the

nodded to

the field

“Ahem! Ahem!”

discomfort. Meanwhile, the knights realized what mistake they had

the said area with a punitive

be home to many flora and fauna, had now turned into a barren land. Only small hills, similar to those in a desert, were stacked side by

expected to

he’d traveled a rough ride for days, yet there

down,

to hit

to take

him to proceed before getting off

his tired sigh. He took out a clean water bottle to drink water, while

was supposed to be in this area since they came here following

used to say

the dragon being a runaway, it always had a faint sense of reasoning. Thanks to that,

that far,

would have known it. In that case, Laritte would

changed to

wanted to

to the mansion every week, so I still have a

shared a drink of whiskey with each other. If not, it would have been very

a sip of whiskey–”

of his trance.

“Laritte?”
“Pardon?”

response cut off the knight’s words, who had a bewildered look

just said the Lady’s name, right?

realized and glossed

“Ah, I see.” “You see, I don’t

stopped when he realized he was

dry response and

string beside the wall of

to distance himself from Laritte. But he didn’t like the idea of leaving

enough. Don’t think about it,

off the thoughts before lying down in his bed.

eyes became heavy. Gradually, he

something flowery in the dark.

up. My

his

the shabby tent he saw. It was

of Ian. His golden eyes vividly gazed at

was she here?

Laritte from the dream smiled gently.

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

it was

world, began to adapt to the scene playing.

starting to

— Ian?

dressed in

his face as her frill wrist

You’re not sick, are you? If that’s

a loss for words, Ian