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.”

even if she was having a hard time because of them.

couldn’t care less about it.

as demons. For that reason, he knew they wouldn’t show

the little woman being bullied caused outrage

they so much as lay a finger on her, he would slice their

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

to hurry up.

him to regret his decision to be this far

household while he ran away to search for a

take measures before he left, but Laritte had always been someone to worry

just that he kept thinking about

have to return soon……..”

voice trailed off.

the horse, skillfully taking the reins, and turned the horse as he shouted.

preparations for the

voice shook up the

it to the memorial

Empire, there was a practice to hold a memorial service six months after the death of

which said that the lingering feelings of a person’s soul could be felt on the 180th day after the

should

their families to have a simple meal at a memorial service.

was for the bereaved families who

to be grand.

also aware of the memorial

six months since the Duke was

the head of the family, was not here, so there

knights

troubled,

Laritte if there was something wrong in the preparations, the fact that Mason Moore was

to

Meanwhile, Mason thought,

will be difficult to go against Nanny Ava. Even so, this is your last chance to prove yourself worthy,

fault with

Ava and Mason’s worries to

their thoughts, Laritte only wished for

than anyone else how unjustly they were executed under

that’s because there were hallowed rules

turn to do something

the spirits

the day of

the

the iron barrier painted in white around the

this was the

was fragrant because of the rose garden adjacent to it.

busy with the preparations

the pots should be greater! Not less than 13 feet!” “I

under final inspection before the memorial service

also seemed to be busy. The black dress she wore for the service was a modest

entered the lot with only the servants and Laritte

of the service, yet they’re still