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.

only one who did not criticize her. Laritte

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

intentionally ‘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,

Count struck her right in front of everyone

“I….” 

Slap!

didn’t do it…”

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

cough up the necklace,” he said as

in the attic and was released after nearly starving to

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

“……”

onto the carpet, she looked up at

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

went through, but you

to him and placed her face against his knee. The fireplace warmed the

heard. A girl pressed her body against him

up. He attempted to open his eyes and

“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

“…Hah?”

he tried to get up. But when he tried to move his upper body, he felt indescribable pain in his abdomen and wasn’t

small movement got his blood flowing. Ian squashed

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

his subordinate stabbing him in

so don’t hate

are you…” 

an enemy to the Imperial

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

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

“……”

‘nanny’ when he saw her hair. Looking back,