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

couldn’t care

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

little woman being bullied caused

finger on her, he would

mansion suddenly felt a chill running down their

other knights to hurry up. I need

to be this far away from Laritte even more.

household while he ran away to

before he left, but Laritte

kept thinking about

to

trailed off.

the horse, skillfully taking the reins, and turned the

for

voice shook

***
As Ian’s return was delayed, Ava fell into an unavoidable situation at the mansion.

it to the

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

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

service should be

their families

the bereaved

to be

aware of

since the Duke was framed for treason.” “Don’t

the head of the family, was not here, so there was no need

the aristocratic knights were

wasn’t troubled, though.

there was something wrong in the preparations, the fact that Mason Moore was crafting a scheme against her

to attack Laritte

Meanwhile, Mason thought,

go against Nanny Ava. Even so, this

fault

caused both Ava and

of their thoughts, Laritte only wished for the success

understood better than anyone else how unjustly they were

that’s because there were hallowed rules

Laritte’s turn to do something for

to make sure that the spirits moved

***
Time flew by as Ian and Laritte exchanged a few more letters.

of the memorial service arrived.

the rose

iron barrier painted in white around the garden,

from the many tombstones, this was the burial

lot was fragrant because of the rose garden adjacent

found busy with the

pots should be greater! Not less than 13 feet!” “I think we should shape the bushes. Go

before

be busy. The black dress she wore for the service was a modest one with

lot with only the

day of the service, yet they’re still preparing.”

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