When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

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?”

holding back numerous words. They were constantly hurting

her away by saying something harsh. However, he could never do such a thing. Even if his heart was pierced by a sword, such a choice

way left. He had to leave the mansion.

leaving for the……. Capital

had been a very long time since she heard Ian’s

have some business to attend

Ian would be warmly welcomed even if he went to

you’re

will take much longer.”

I send the letter?”

to worry. Since I’d be busy, I won’t be able to contact the

telling her not to send a letter.

It wasn’t because she was angry. Having talked, she also achieved her goal

“Be careful.”

“Take care.”

a Swordmaster, but it doesn’t mean that you won’t

as he focused his senses on her distant footsteps, mixed with

Holding his chin, he looked at the cloudy

at night, but it’s already piled up a lot. Nothing is interesting about it though. The Capital receives heavy snowfall compared to other regions.” On his other hand was the

the room that Ian used as his

Ian’s appearance didn’t look too well. His black hair was a few centimeters longer than usual, reaching under his eyes as well.

Oscar smiled awkwardly.

to cut

answering back, Ian returned

everything okay here, Your Majesty?”

spent more time working than I do. In that case, I should

Ian was too much focused on

matter what he did. He recalled Laritte

first met Laritte. Around this time a year ago, he saw the first snowfall from the villa. Back then, Laritte used to make him milk tea with

his gaze lingering

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 to keep them

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

of the

flatly rejected his