Chapter 67

Oscar hugged him before Ian could understand what he said and entered his carriage.

“You may proceed!” He pleasantly spoke to the coachman and his escort.

Laritte waved her hand at the leaving carriage as it disappeared beyond the path between the fields.

She stared blankly at the field where she could see butterflies fluttering their wings before she turned to Ian.

He was standing so still, she wondered what the Crown Prince told him before he left.

Laritte was so quiet that he couldn’t hear her approach.

“What did His Highness say? A secret between friends?” She looked up at him.

The answer took a long while to come back.

“…..Yes, it’s a…. secret,” he was staring over the horizon as well.

Laritte shrugged when his eyes fluttered strangely.

“If you don’t want to say it, don’t. I also have friends.”

Only then did Ian, who had frozen like a stone statue, look at Laritte. Jealousy started raging inside him again because of what she said.

He tried his best to press down his jealousy and ask, “Who’s your friend?”

“Hmm, Sir Mason? Lady Redra? And Bertrand……”

“……Oh, yeah.”

Laritte found it strange that Ian took a beat to understand.

But soon, she shrugged it off and went back to the mansion, “hurry up.”

“I’ll follow you soon.”

Yet he found it difficult to catch up with Laritte.

His ears were bright red.

“You indeed like her, so don’t whine anymore and confess your feelings to your wife,” he kept recalling Oscar’s words again and again.

Since he really likes her……

Stop!

Ian screamed to himself.

If his skin was fair like Laritte’s, he would’ve been in trouble trying to hide his condition from her.

All of a sudden, his thoughts went somewhere else.

Indeed, Laritte looked beautiful because of her snowy skin.

‘No. It’s not the time to think about this.’

But he could not get control of his thoughts.

He kept remembering various aspects of his wife the longer he kept pruning.

The heat gradually reached his head, and now his neck was flushed red.

knees on the ground. He buried his face in his hands so as to not be

honest, he did know about his feelings. He dragged it for a long time like a fool. It was time for him

faint aroma of flowers swept

he could hear the faint echo of the

taken by an

when the former Ducal

Reinhardt, his mother, said that the

of love, and it’s because of love that you worry about your mother’s illness. Every morning

uncomfortable when a passerby stroked his

“K-Kiss?”

that mean you’ve never

sighed jokingly as she hugged a much smaller

the last one. The Duke doesn’t really love me.”

That’s not it……”

clearly recall that

had kissed her in front of Ian, saying it was

harbored a straight

Ian thought he

he could. For at least

also in

terribly intertwined

he grabbed

he confess? He wouldn’t be able to do it even if

Laritte was afraid of revealing her name to

taken away after she was detained at Rose’s command.

carriage and shouted proudly

the hell are you going without your husband!

a great spirit that time.

he not shy in

I can’t,” Ian calmed down as he

acknowledging his feelings for Laritte had been a

meeting to be held in May was arriving very

***
The Exchange Ceremony was a 10-day event that only invited the higher 30 aristocrats from the Empire of Iassa.

the harvested goods in the first half of the year into several village

spread to the capital city,

a hundred years later, the exchange meeting in May was

event someday!

a castle in the capital with

lady who arrived in the

generally held, only 30 aristocrats, their companies, and foreigners

to enjoy a separate gathering in a hall near

grand meeting, the children continued their stroll

only one place. As did the

time for the real guests to arrive.

hello from the

the utmost curiosity, while some

waiting for a carriage

them, aren’t they?” the young

was very obvious.

family bearing the crest of a lion. They have always been

of Reinhardt, who

were eager to see Laritte,

nobles were curious to see Ian’s

his absence in the

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