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?”

constantly hurting

a thing. Even if

end, there was only one way left. He had to

the……. Capital tomorrow.”

at the door. It had been a very

have some business

welcomed even if he went to the Capital

sounds like you’re going alone.”

take

I send the letter?”

be busy, I won’t

also telling her not to send a

her seat. It wasn’t because she was angry. Having talked, she

“Be careful.”

“Take care.”

a Swordmaster, but it

disappeared from the hallway. Ian closed his eyes as he focused his senses

numb. Holding his chin, he looked at the cloudy dark horizon outside the window. It

***
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.

up a lot. Nothing is interesting about it though. The Capital receives heavy snowfall compared to other regions.”

his office. Even in Oscar’s largest castle, sunlight reached particularly

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

Oscar smiled awkwardly.

going to cut your hair?”

answering back, Ian returned the congratulatory decree.

okay here, Your

I do. In that case, I should hand over the throne to you, right?”

Oscar’s view, Ian was too much focused on his

of relating to Laritte no matter what

he saw the first snowfall from the villa. Back then, Laritte used to

lingering on the cup.

too? The black tea used tastes great. It refreshes your mind. It’s always annoying to see the ministers fighting in front of my eyes at meetings. In the end, I have to scream

Oscar’s recommendation. Realizing his friend’s thoughts, Oscar smiled, a soft frown

of the Duchess again.”

flatly rejected

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