When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 82

Chapter 82

She got up from her seat and approached the door.

“Ian,” she whispered through the gap of the doors. Moist wind from inside the study touched her nose. She could see that the window of the office was open.

“Ian.”

No answer.

But there was someone inside. Ian was still sitting in the same position inside the dark office. He had tried to open the window and go out, but he couldn’t, worried that Laritte would stay like that for days. And eventually, it was showering outside.

“Ian, are you inside? Let’s have a conversation. Stella said that couples need to talk,” Laritte squatted down, the coldness of the door and the floor making her skin cold. She felt better when she hugged her arms and legs together.

“……I gave Bertrand the hay cube myself today.” She didn’t know what to talk about, so she started with one-sided stories that could also start a conversation. “The hay cube is made square by cutting and drying grass. Usually, it’s three coins for one. According to the stableman, these are sold at a high price of up to five coins in winter. Did you know that? The employees don’t have to make their own hay.”

Her specialty was talking to herself. It was a habit she ingrained when she left Count Brumayer’s family and went to live alone in the villa.

Ian knew about this well. The soft voice of hers ringing on a quiet morning in the villa. Her faint voice would gently wake Ian when he had a severe fever.

“…..”

Ian smiled, recalling those moments.

He also sat leaning against the door. They sat together with a wooden door separating them. Unaware, Laritte looked at the ceiling.

“I also spent time with my friends. It was Vivienne’s turn this time, but it’ll be mine next.”

“…..”

Ian nodded, raising his eyes.

‘Yes, I know. When I heard them laughing, I saw you through the curtains. I heard you laugh even though it was faint.’

“Stella said she would postpone my turn if I felt burdened. But I don’t want Bertrand to be lonely anymore. I’ve already given my word to the girls. So I’m learning the basic knowledge of horse-riding from Lady Redra.”

Ian silently listened to her. To be honest, he already knew everything she did. He also knew that the frequency of her accidents had decreased.

Still, hearing the story from her mouth was unique in its own way. He wanted to look at her directly while listening to her. It was very sad that he couldn’t do that anymore.

Laritte talked about many things after that. As a result, she ran out of things to say. Only silence filled the space. Hiding her head under her arms, she asked, “is there anything you want to say to me?”

back numerous words. They were constantly hurting his

do such a thing.

one way left. He had to

leaving for the…….

at the door. It had been a very long time since

business

be warmly welcomed even if he

like you’re going

take much longer.”

I send

be busy,

not

It wasn’t because she was angry.

“Be careful.”

“Take care.”

rains. You’re a Swordmaster, but

the hallway. Ian closed his eyes as he focused his senses on

numb. Holding his chin, he looked at the cloudy

***
Several months have passed since Ian left the mansion. It was winter. Sweeping the foggy window glass with his palm, Oscar gazed at the white landscape outside.

to have been snowing at night, but it’s already piled up a lot. Nothing is interesting about it though. The Capital receives heavy

was standing in the room that Ian used as his office. Even in Oscar’s largest castle, sunlight reached particularly well.

was a few centimeters longer than usual, reaching under his eyes as well.

Oscar smiled awkwardly.

to

answering back, Ian returned the

here, Your Majesty?”

more time working than I do. In that case, I should hand over the

Ian was too much focused on

Laritte no matter what he did. He recalled

time a year ago, he saw the first snowfall from the villa. Back then, Laritte used to make

his gaze lingering on the

your mind. It’s always annoying to see the ministers fighting in front of my eyes at meetings. In the

shook his head, refusing Oscar’s recommendation. Realizing his friend’s thoughts,

of the

Ian flatly rejected

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