When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 55

Ian and his squadron were still in search of the dragon. Which signified that the dragon had left the plateau.

They were lucky to not need to fight off the beast.

But it was a problem for Ian.

‘My return to the mansion will be delayed.’

The journey took longer than expected because the entire plateau had to be covered in search.

All the while, Ian was feeling strange. His five senses weren’t acting up. Ever since he dreamt of Laritte.

When he closed his eyes, he could hear her giggles, and when he covered his ears, he could smell her scent.

He walked towards his horse and stroked the stallion’s mane.

“What’s up with him?”

The soldiers around him whispered to each other, aware of his strange behavior.

“As expected, he’s starting to become more like the Duchess. They say couples tend to act in the same way after spending time with each other.”
“Hmm, that makes sense.”

Ian began to regret his decision to leave.

The reason why he thought so was that regardless of whether he was close or far away from her, his mind was always filled with thoughts about her.

He constantly muttered under his breath.

“Ethical, ethical, ethical…….”

He did think of Laritte but continually reminded himself that it was because of his ‘ethical’ concerns.

“Ethical, ethical.”

It eventually worked. Now, he was at the point where the word ‘ethical’ came to his mind when he thought of Laritte.

Today marks a week since the squad left for the investigation.

‘I promised to send her a letter today.’

Ian had written down about his situation on a piece of paper, which he gestured to a hawk to carry up through the air. It flew at a fierce speed, enjoying the vastness of the sky.

Despite the distance between the highlands and the mansion, Laritte received the letter without any delay.

And so, it was not long before the hawk returned to Ian.

Ian opened the parchment that contained Laritte’s penmanship.

He read its contents, trying to hold back his laughter.

Laritte had sent him a brief update of what happened at the mansion recently.

The aristocratic knights were back. She made strawberry juice with the help of the maids. She had a peaceful tea time with Ava. And so on.

Finally, Ian received news that all the knights have returned.

It was a fiasco, even more so because he wasn’t present there.

“Those bastards.”

wouldn’t write even if she was having

she couldn’t care

a noble background as demons. For that

thought of the little woman being bullied

a finger on

knights at the mansion suddenly felt a chill running down their spines. The knights at

the mansion?” “Tell the other knights to hurry up. I need to finish the search as soon as

him to regret his decision to be this far away from

was left as the head of the household while he ran away to

he left, but Laritte had always

that he kept thinking about her even though he knew she was doing well without

to

voice trailed

horse, skillfully taking the reins,

for the

shook up the

to the

was a practice to hold a memorial service six months after the death of a person. In case the person’s soul

myth, which said that the lingering feelings of a person’s soul could

should be

died in peace, it was enough for their families to have a simple meal at a memorial

the bereaved families who

had to be

aware of

was framed for

not here, so

aristocratic knights

troubled,

the fact that Mason Moore was crafting a scheme against her was not out of Ava’s expectations.

knew that he would try to attack Laritte again during the memorial

Meanwhile, Mason thought,

to go against Nanny Ava. Even so, this is your last chance to

fault with Laritte at the memorial

and

Laritte only

better than anyone else how unjustly they were executed

were hallowed

it was Laritte’s turn to do something

sure that the spirits

finally, the day of the memorial service

was held next to the rose garden of

passing by the iron barrier painted in white around the garden, one would find a large

was the burial ground for

of the rose

servants have been found busy

than 13 feet!” “I

under final inspection before the memorial

be busy. The black dress she wore for the service was a modest one with no puffy

lot with only the servants and Laritte

service, yet