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.”

Laritte wouldn’t write even if she was having a

couldn’t care less

portrayed the knights from a noble background as demons. For that reason, he knew they wouldn’t show that much respect

thought of the little woman being bullied caused

finger on her, he would slice their

the knights at the mansion suddenly felt a chill running

knights to hurry up. I

decision to be this

of the household while he ran away to search for

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

that he kept thinking about her even though he knew

to return

trailed

reins,

preparations for the investigation!”

voice shook up the plateau.

make it to

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

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

service should

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

was for the bereaved families who were unjustly executed.

to be grand.

aware of the memorial service.

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

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

the aristocratic knights

wasn’t troubled, though.

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

that he would try to attack

Meanwhile, Mason thought,

go against Nanny Ava. Even so,

he needed to find fault with

caused both Ava and Mason’s

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

understood better than anyone else how unjustly they were executed under

were hallowed rules in the

Laritte’s turn to do something for them.

the spirits moved on in

finally, the day of

the rose garden

barrier painted in white around the garden, one

inferred from the many tombstones, this was the burial ground for those who died in the

the rose garden adjacent to

servants have been found busy with the preparations since

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

was under final inspection before the memorial

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

the lot with only the

day of the service, yet