When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 84

Laritte was in bed, suffering from pain. She was colder than when Seta visited her. She couldn’t even open her eyes. Her illness had completely worsened. She then felt a cold towel being placed on her forehead. She felt like a hot potato being immersed in ice water.

“……Irene?”

Laritte voiced the maid’s name between her breaths. But it wasn’t the maid. On the first floor, she was frantically wandering among the patients.

Without letting out a word, Ian stroked his fingers along Laritte’s cheek. Her face, which he hadn’t seen for several months, was sullen. He didn’t move out to see this. He was heartbroken. It was so sad, he couldn’t even cry.

Laritte couldn’t open her eyes. With her head buzzing, she could only move her lips, “Irene, what…. time is it…..?”

How long has it been since Seta came?

She fumbled again, her grip on the dagger loosening. The more she thought about it, the more it felt like a dream. It was absurd to think that a dragon disguised himself as a human and enjoyed spending time in the human world from the beginning of time.

When the dagger was stuck between the bed and the wall, she started looking for Irene again.

“Irene?”

“……”

This gentle touch must have been Irene’s, but she could hear nothing from her. Or had Laritte lost her ability to hear? She wanted to check but her body didn’t comply.

She turned her face away, unable to drink a few sips. “Cough, cough!” The water she couldn’t swallow ran

apparently, he did not utter anything, and it seemed this had to be enough so as not

was dreaming,” she stammered. “In the dream……,” Ian waited but for a

that Ian got farther away? Seta’s explanation in the dream was so plausible that it sounded funny. A dream was a product of imagination created by living things. ‘I miss Ian so much,’ that she herself unconsciously rationalized

because she tolerated irrationality very well. As time passed, she thought she would soon forget. Even after spending time with her friends and on her horse,

a dream. Laritte was completely mistaken. However, her conclusion was not an

guess I like Ian……”

special from the

for the absurdity she had suffered from them. It was only natural that her heart fluttered several times, but she did not realize that she was in love. She had

was soaking a new towel in the basin when he froze. What he just heard, was it

ashamed of what she

Shocked,

“Laritte! Laritte!”

brought his cheek close to Laritte’s pale face. Luckily, she was still breathing. She just fell asleep, as if

on the bed. He prayed for her safety. He didn’t care if there was

she would never know why Ian left. It didn’t matter if her heart wasn’t conveyed. Even if she died like this, she could rest in peace. Because she lived quite

her. A tear fell on her pale, cold skin. His tears ran down Laritte’s cheek and wet her pillow. He hurriedly fell back, worried

sword, but there was no way for him

wanted to hear that she loved him the most, but she couldn’t answer aloud. It was too

second. Thanks to him, when morning came and the winter birds rushed past

body. There was no one in the quiet room. Only traces of someone caring for her remained. She didn’t even think to brush away her