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.

one who

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

Count raised his hand towards Laritte for the first time. And for all her birth mother had done, she’d never dared touch

her right in front of everyone

“I….” 

Slap!

I didn’t

was unable to speak up due to her swollen mouth. But still, she

didn’t 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

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

released after nearly starving to death. This instance was the

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

“……”

handkerchief. Settling onto the carpet, she looked up at him.

in her unique and clear voice. She covered his hands with hers.

went through,

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

be heard. A girl pressed her body against him and didn’t

Ian Reinhardt woke up. He attempted to open his eyes and struggled quite a

“Haa, ha…”

had been piled

“…Hah?”

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

that small movement got his blood flowing.

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

subordinate stabbing him in the back. The event was still

so don’t hate me too much.”

are you…”

shouldn’t have become an enemy to the Imperial family.”

the end of the maritime war that had gone on for years. As both a Duke and

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

“……”

to have met her before while he was still conscious. He remembered calling her ‘nanny’ when he saw her hair. Looking