When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 53

The storage where the Knights of Reinhardt were allowed to reside was not very lively during mealtime. Only bottled foods such as pickles were stored here. The knights’ meal usually came from the main building.

A few days had passed after they met Laritte.

The knights rose as the morning sun rose, though their moods weren’t bright like the sun.

“What are we going to eat today?”
“Have you still not given up?”

The door of the annex opened to reveal the maids pushing the cart in. It contained the knights’ meal.

Originally, there used to be many forms of healthy dishes.

Now, it was different. The food was shabby.

Eventually, knights became infuriated with the treatment.

“Couldn’t you at least provide us bread? A loaf of bread and cheese would’ve been enough. How am I supposed to train after eating this?”

The maid, devoid of any expression, spoke.

“We’re short-handed these days. There’s a memorial service coming up soon.”
“That’s ridiculous! We’ve got three weeks until the memorial service!”
“Then as just a maid, I do not know of that.”

The maids were acting strangely cold, too.

The knights knew well why they were being treated like this. It was clear that Ava had a hand in this.

‘Not even a man of no courtesy can eat this!’

Meanwhile, at the main building, an evil smile appeared on Ava’s lips.

That was a good one.

“Keke!”

Meanwhile, Laritte peered over the window in the kitchen where Ava was standing. She found Ava smiling to her content.

“You seem happy.”
“I guess it’s because the weather is nice here.”

Of course, Ava was harassing the knights in secret.

‘It’d be silly to talk about young knights when I’m so old.’

Besides, she was afraid that Laritte would feel sorry for them. That young woman was too nice and forgiving.

“By the way, did you walk to the kitchen? I would have gone there instead if you had sent a maid!”
“Oh! I have something to ask of you, Ava.”

Laritte held out a piece of paper, its contents scribbled in beautiful handwriting.

to read

casks, and strawberries. What are you going to use

to a woman of her age, so she didn’t know how

came.” “Hoho, don’t you worry, Madam! However, if you need this much, we’ll have to send a wagon to the market. From the looks of it, I think you want to make barrels of juice.” “Yes. I’d also like to give it to Ian when

had passed since he

was supposed to contact her every week, so she was expecting a letter to arrive anytime. She wanted to hear that Ian

Laritte back, saying she

on her way to order the materials Laritte requested

leaves to make

was an interesting recipe.

kitchen with the ingredients. But she

you’re doing this all

one of Laritte’s maids,

to ignore

Irene chimed in.

got calluses?” “I want to take my time with this because I have nothing else to do. This is nothing too difficult.”

it wasn’t just the two maids who were helping

sat down one by one, saying they would help their lady.

lie. They never had

custom in my hometown. The man to marry should secretly engrave his name on the door plate of his bride’s house at dawn.” “Why though?” “To declare a man should be as brave as he is?”

Laritte’s strawberry juice was:

them clean, and divide them into quarters. The process took time because so many

berries, milk, and water to form a solution. It was important to adjust the water according to the sweetness of the

heave and grind

this method was not something she learned from a book, but something Laritte found

“……”

spread across her face as she

No one came into contact with her for fear of the disease being transmitted to Rose. As a result, Laritte

holding onto her dry neck and finding

hurt so much, I couldn’t even swallow the berries.’

milk, and water to make

the strawberries were of poor quality, and they didn’t taste as sweet as

the juice was born that way.

looked amazed

“I thought herbs were only for cooking. It’s amazing to see

finished. A

it had

raised her

me try

She shouted excitedly.

she took a sip without high expectations, her eyes grew wide in surprise.