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

care less about

demons. For that reason, he knew they

the little woman being bullied caused

they so much as lay a finger on

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

happen at the mansion?” “Tell the other knights to hurry up. I need to

regret his decision to be

as the head of the household while he

Laritte had always been

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

to return

trailed

taking the reins, and turned

for the investigation!”

voice shook up the

make it to the

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

the lingering feelings of a person’s

service should be

who died in peace, it was enough for their

memorial service was for the bereaved families who were unjustly

to

was also aware of the

Duke was framed for treason.” “Don’t worry,

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

aristocratic knights

wasn’t troubled,

was something wrong in the preparations, the fact that Mason Moore was crafting a scheme against her was not out of Ava’s

would try to attack

Meanwhile, Mason thought,

Nanny Ava. Even so,

needed to find fault with Laritte at the

both Ava and Mason’s worries to

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

they

because there were hallowed rules

it was Laritte’s turn to do something for them.

sure that the

the day of

was held next to the rose

passing by the iron barrier painted in white around

was the burial ground

because of the rose garden adjacent to it.

have been found busy with

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

before the

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

knights grumbled as they entered the lot with only

the day of the service, yet they’re still