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.

Count was the only one who did not criticize her. Laritte believed that he considered her innocent, that it

that could not always be the case. He began to act against Laritte when Rose and the Countess began targeting her. He quickly changed his mind about Laritte the more she butted heads with them.

‘lost’ 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 never dared touch

in front of everyone and determined that

“I….” 

Slap!

I didn’t do

count slapped her again and Laritte, who was only a small child, was unable to speak up due to

dwo it…”

don’t believe her, do you?! She’s a damn liar!” Rose let out a sharp cry. The Count nodded his head,

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

report the Duke who was oh so similar to her. It was a

“……”

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

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

what you went through, but you

to him and placed her face against his knee. The fireplace warmed the man’s body, which was colder than ice. Laritte closed her eyes.

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

ago, Ian Reinhardt woke up. He attempted to open his eyes and

“Haa, ha…”

been piled up a long

“…Hah?”

he tried to move his upper body, he felt indescribable pain in his abdomen and wasn’t able to budge. Argh,

movement got his blood flowing. Ian squashed the creepy

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

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

help it, so don’t hate me too much.”

are you…” 

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

was holding his hand. When he looked down, he found a woman who was nearly all

“……”

seemed to have 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.