Unable to continue holding the man up, Laritte fell flat on her behind. Fortunately, she kept the man from hitting his head on the floor.
Laritte stared at the face of the man in her embrace. Brushing back his hair that was darker than the night, Laritte noticed wounds peppering his dark skin.
Suddenly, a thought came to mind.
“…What was his name?”
She knew him as the Duke, but strangely didn’t remember his name. As it was, she was never supposed to have any chance of meeting him in this lifetime, be it in life or in death.
Laritte busily moved around the house to warm it up and soaked her handkerchief in boiling hot water. In her home, there were two things she cherished besides her potatoes. Those two things were her fireplace and her rocking chair. Even better was when she placed her rocking chair in front of the fireplace.
In that spot, sitting there with a blanket covering her, Laritte was able to fall asleep without trouble because the bed left to this house had been unmanaged and was moldy. Laritte yielded her precious spot to this traitor because she was a generous person. The man in the chair was buried under all the blankets in the house. To keep it stable, she placed a rock under the chair’s hind legs.
His breathing was shallow and precarious, leaving him vulnerable to death at any moment. He lost a lot of blood and was unconscious due to his low body temperature. Laritte approached him with her warmed and wet handkerchief.
“Maybe I won’t be the first dead body to lay in this house.”
Having spent the last seventeen years mastering her poker face, Laritte was very calm. Contrary to her calmness, the hands that wiped the dried blood off the man’s face were quite gentle.
Since Laritte took it upon herself to treat the traitor all by herself, she could be considered criminal. Even now, she could run to the village to report the situation, but she did not.
And it wasn’t because he was her husband.
Laritte was fed up with families. Actually, she hated men even more because of these ‘husbands’.
It was just Laritte, all alone.
“I didn’t do it.”
She was very familiar with those words.
“I didn’t steal it! I didn’t do it! Count!”
She cried in this old memory, so old that it was gradually fading..
When Laritte entered the Count’s household at the age of eight, there was actually one person who was kind to her. Shockingly, it was her father, the Count.
she first entered the Brumayer house, yet the Count was the only one who did not criticize her. Laritte believed that
began to act against Laritte when Rose and the Countess began targeting
Rose intentionally ‘lost’ her necklace and accused Laritte of being the thief that the Count raised his hand
of everyone and determined that
“I….”
Slap!
didn’t do it…”
only a small child, was unable to speak up due to her swollen mouth. But still, she
didn’t dwo it…”
Rose let out a sharp cry. The Count nodded his head, agreeing with her. The servants
cough up the necklace,” he said
She remained trapped in the attic and was released after nearly starving to death. This instance was the start of Laritte’s life stained
she could not report the Duke who was oh so similar
“……”
onto the carpet, she looked up at him.
clear voice. She covered his hands with hers. His tanned skin contrasted with
know what you went through, but you
knee. The fireplace warmed the man’s body, which was colder than
crackling fire could be heard. A girl pressed her body against him
He attempted to open his eyes and struggled quite
“Haa, ha…”
obvious that the bricks had been piled up a long time ago,
“…Hah?”
when he tried to move his upper body, he felt indescribable pain in his abdomen and wasn’t able to budge. Argh, he let out a small groan. That area had been pierced by
least, that small movement got his blood flowing. Ian
“I’m sorry, Captain.”
stabbing him in the back. The event was still vivid in his
help it, so don’t
are you…”
have become an enemy to the Imperial
for years. As both a Duke and a
When he looked down, he found a
“……”
conscious. He remembered calling her ‘nanny’ when he saw her hair. Looking back, this hair color was
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