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.

eyes had been 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

that could not always be the case. He began to act against Laritte when Rose and the Countess began targeting her. He quickly

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

right in front of everyone and determined that

“I….” 

Slap!

didn’t

was only a small child, was unable to speak

dwo

her, do you?! She’s a damn liar!” Rose let out a sharp cry. The Count nodded his head, agreeing with her. The servants simply stood by and

up the necklace,”

looked like. She remained trapped in the attic and was released after nearly

who was oh so similar to

“……”

stained handkerchief. Settling onto the

covered his hands with hers. His

went through, but you have to live.”

her face against his knee. The fireplace warmed the man’s body, which was colder than ice. Laritte

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

moment ago, Ian Reinhardt woke up. He attempted to open

“Haa, ha…”

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

“…Hah?”

to move his upper body, he felt indescribable pain in his abdomen and wasn’t

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

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

him in the back. The event

can’t help it, so don’t hate me

you…”

shouldn’t have become an enemy

As both a Duke and a swordmaster, this betrayal came right as

looked down,

“……”

remembered calling her ‘nanny’ when he saw her hair. Looking back, this hair color