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 her. Laritte believed that he considered her innocent, that it was not her fault for being

Rose and the Countess began targeting her. He quickly changed his mind about Laritte the more she butted heads

her necklace and accused Laritte of being the thief that the Count raised his hand towards Laritte for the first time. And for all her birth mother had done, she’d

Count struck her right in front of everyone and

“I….” 

Slap!

didn’t do

and Laritte, who was only a small child, was unable to speak up due to her swollen mouth. But still, she tried

dwo

let out a sharp cry. The

to leave until you cough up the necklace,” he said as he locked Laritte in

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 by injustice.

was oh

“……”

Settling onto

mumbled in her unique and clear voice. She covered his hands with hers. His tanned skin

through, but you have to

knee. The fireplace warmed

of the crackling fire could be heard. A girl pressed her body against

He attempted to open his eyes and struggled

“Haa, ha…”

his view. It was obvious that the bricks had been piled

“…Hah?”

realized he was sitting in a chair, he tried to get up. But when he tried to move his upper body, he felt indescribable pain in his abdomen and wasn’t able to budge. Argh, he

least, that small movement got his blood flowing. Ian squashed the creepy bugs

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

in the back. The event was still vivid in his memory.

it, so don’t hate

are you…” 

become an enemy to

the end of the maritime war that had gone on for years. As both a Duke and a swordmaster, this betrayal came right as he was

he realized someone was holding his hand. When he looked down,

“……”

still conscious. He remembered calling her ‘nanny’ when he saw her hair. Looking back, this hair