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.”

her. There was no sign of that

friendly smile of hers. She nodded to

her face back to the field with her

“Ahem! Ahem!”

of discomfort. Meanwhile, the knights realized what mistake they had made.

area with a punitive force.

home to many flora and fauna, had now turned into a barren land. Only small hills, similar to those in a

reason, Ian expected to find the dragon

rough ride for days, yet there

the sun went down, the weather became cold.

it’s time to hit

take

proceed before getting off

tired sigh. He took out a clean water bottle

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

to say otherwise.

had a faint sense of reasoning. Thanks to that, he could have fled to

hadn’t gone that far,

would have known it. In

changed

He wanted to be able to contact her at

the mansion every week, so

was when he got lost in thoughts about Laritte. The knights shared a drink of whiskey with each other. If not, it would have been very difficult to beat the fierce

a sip of whiskey–”

of

“Laritte?”
“Pardon?”

words, who had

just said the Lady’s

glossed over

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

he realized

knight with a dry response and entered a private

a lamp tied with a string beside the wall of

him who chose to distance himself from Laritte. But he didn’t like the idea of

Don’t think about it, Ian Reinhardt.’

the thoughts before

his eyes became heavy. Gradually,

he smelled something flowery

My sleepy

his eyes.

wasn’t the shabby tent he saw. It was the bed in

Ian. His golden

she here?

from the dream

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

it was a

adapt to the scene playing. It felt

are finally starting to become a

— Ian?

in a white nightgown.

hair strands away from his face as her frill wrist touched his

You’re not sick, are you? If that’s the

loss for words, Ian