When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 93

In the wintery dawn, the mansion was quiet. Enveloping the huge mansion were the rose garden and large acres of fields. While the knights in charge of the early morning shift were carefully guarding the main gate, Olivia walked out of the room and strode across the hallway of the serene mansion.

She seemed fed up. She mumbled as she stomped down the hallway. “I knew it!” It wasn’t the sweet voice she had been using since entering the mansion. Her anger was evident. “D*mn b*tch. I thought you’d finally found your destiny….”

She used the candle to check Laritte’s sleeping body. It had healed, but there were several wounds and scars. Olivia certainly didn’t know if it were the maids who beat her or if it were Ian Reinhardt himself. She came to such a conclusion because she was unaware of the flow of magic. “I was a fool to believe there would be a decent noble family!” She gritted her teeth.

At first glance, the Duke seemed like a normal person, but upon drinking alcohol, he might have procured a different desire toward Laritte. She had to help Laritte escape this hell of a house.

Olivia wandered around the mansion, avoiding the employees at occasional intervals. She walked toward the kitchen. Then she began slipping expensive tableware into her sleeves, “these will be enough for two women to gather food for a while.”

After that, hiding in the shadows, she went into an empty room. Hands full of calluses and wrinkles began to tear the ceiling before she shoved the stolen things inside it.

“You b*tch. Because of me, you have suffered so much since you were born, haven’t you? Why is your future still dark?” Many years had kept her from crying. Her surprise was indescribable when she first heard in the bar that Laritte was the Duchess.

It wasn’t the house of a rich man, but a Duke’s. An illegitimate child would never be treated with care in a noble house. However, many of the residents praised the Duchess, which Olivia cherished slightly.

Perhaps Laritte was living a good life? Laritte used to live under Olivia’s subjugation, so she might have been rewarded by God. Olivia had come to the mansion to check it out, risking her life. She begged to see her daughter, made sure Laritte’s food was safe and even observed Ian’s behavior towards his wife. She was relieved, but she wasn’t. Olivia got off the desk, hiding all the tableware from the ceiling.

“……”

When she was a young dancer, she lived alone. She couldn’t afford to raise Laritte alone after being forced to spend a night with the Count. Depressed, she couldn’t make a living from day to day, so she never smiled at Laritte. It was the last remorse Olivia had towards her daughter.

Ever since she sent the eight years old Laritte away to the County, Olivia had tried to recall the moment when she was born. Her chest was tightened against her fists in agony. “Receiving me as a mother and a life full of misfortunes, Laritte deserved a comfortable life……,” she sobbed.

the wall. She looked like someone who had come to beg her lucky daughter for mercy.

Meanwhile, in Laritte’s room,

“What happened?”

also awake. Pushing the blanket away, she

did she do?

but it wasn’t anything dangerous.” Both Ian and Laritte were curious about Olivia’s behavior. Why on earth was she hovering the candle

a cursed rite,” Ian crossed his thick arms. He was dead serious.

not like that. I told you last time.” The reason they brought in Olivia was because Laritte felt strange around her. Laritte recalled what she

don’t sense any hostility from

come here at the risk of confiscation? Therefore, they agreed to

that loved her. It was a very rude opinion without consulting Laritte, but he couldn’t help it. He was going to leave again

hid in the closet, his eyes watching Laritte with

could escape from the talkative Olivia and entered the bathroom. As she washed up, she saw a newspaper

I should’ve cleaned it up earlier!”

company within the Duke’s Decree, it contained the news of

nearby village is

managed to get away from

struck the window and it broke down. Instinctively, Ian hugged Laritte using his whole body as a shield. Fortunately, nothing big happened.

checked her bracelet, “is this already

it was going to last a week?”

what I said. But we have insufficient

This was because a dragon used the magic of its heart to breathe fire. Ian kicked his tongue, “We’re going to have to find a

be able to protect Laritte for a long time. “Ah….” The dragon’s remains as well