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.”

was having

couldn’t care less about it.

background as demons. For that reason, he knew they wouldn’t show that much respect toward Laritte.

woman being

so much as lay a finger on

at the mansion suddenly felt a chill running

knights to hurry up.

to regret his decision to be this far away from Laritte

household while he

before he left, but Laritte had

was unreliable. It’s just that he kept thinking about her

to return soon……..”

voice trailed

on the horse, skillfully taking the reins, and

preparations for the investigation!”

voice shook up the

to

the death of a person. In case the

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

memorial service should be

was enough for their

service was for the bereaved families who were unjustly executed.

to

also aware of the

Duke was framed for

of the family, was not here, so there was no need to invite guests.

the aristocratic knights were present.

troubled, though.

the fact that Mason Moore was crafting a scheme against her

would try to attack

Meanwhile, Mason thought,

so, this is your last chance to prove yourself worthy, Madam.’

find fault with Laritte at the memorial service.

and Mason’s worries to deepen.

aware of both of their thoughts, Laritte only wished for the success

understood better than anyone else how unjustly they were executed

were hallowed rules in the

it was Laritte’s turn to do something for

vowed to make sure that the spirits moved on in peace.

finally, the day of the memorial

next to the rose garden of the mansion of

painted in white around

the

fragrant because of the rose garden adjacent

servants have been found busy with

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

final inspection before the memorial service

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

the lot with

the day of the service,