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.”

sweet smile towards her. There was no sign of

loved this friendly smile of hers. She nodded to Ava and turned to

her face back to the field with her

“Ahem! Ahem!”

discomfort. Meanwhile, the knights

was investigating the said area

flora and fauna, had now turned into a barren land. Only small hills, similar

reason, Ian expected to find the

days, yet there was no sight

sun went down, the weather became cold.

time to

take

proceed before

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

in this area since they came here following its footprints. But it seemed to have left this area already.

used to

was said that despite the dragon being a runaway, it always had a faint sense of reasoning.

that far, had it?

known it. In

changed to her.

to

send a letter to the mansion every week, so I still have a

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

sip

out of his trance.

“Laritte?”
“Pardon?”

response cut off the knight’s words, who had

just said the

and 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 she has destroyed a statue by now.”

when he realized he

dry response and entered a private

beside the wall

Laritte. But he didn’t like

Don’t think about

off the thoughts before lying

eyes became heavy. Gradually, he

something flowery in the dark.

up. My sleepy

his

shabby tent he saw. It was the bed in his

was on top of Ian. His golden eyes vividly

was she here?

the dream smiled gently.

long are you going to sleep? If you want to

it was a

adapt to the scene playing. It felt

starting to become a

— Ian?

in a white nightgown.

hair strands away from his face as her frill wrist touched

not sick, are you? If that’s the

loss for words,