When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

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.

on Laritte when she first entered the Brumayer house, yet the Count was the only one who did not criticize

act against Laritte when Rose and the Countess began targeting her. He quickly changed his mind about Laritte the

the Count raised his hand towards Laritte for the first time. And for all her birth mother

her right in front of everyone and

“I….” 

Slap!

I didn’t do it…”

small child, was unable to speak up due to

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cry. The Count nodded his head,

until you cough up the necklace,” he said as he locked

didn’t even know what Rose’s necklace looked like. She remained trapped in the attic and was released after nearly starving to death. This instance was the start of Laritte’s life stained

Duke who was oh so similar to her. It was a simple

“……”

down the blood stained handkerchief. Settling onto the carpet, she looked

voice. She covered his hands with hers. His tanned skin contrasted with her

what you went through, but you have to

fireplace warmed the man’s body, which was colder than ice. Laritte closed

dark and only the sound of the crackling fire could be heard. A girl pressed her body against

to open his eyes and struggled quite a bit.

“Haa, ha…”

uneven. The brightly lit fireplace came into his view. It was obvious that the bricks had been piled up a long time ago, and the ancient fireplace was the only light

“…Hah?”

upper body, he felt indescribable

got his blood flowing. Ian

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

in the back. The

don’t hate

you…”

have become an enemy to the Imperial

on for years. As both a Duke and a swordmaster, this betrayal came right as he was about to return home.

moment, he realized someone was holding his hand. When he looked down, he found a woman who was nearly all white lying on his

“……”

met her before while he was still conscious. He remembered calling her ‘nanny’ when he saw her hair. Looking back, this hair color was not quite the same as an old person’s.