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.

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

began to act against Laritte when Rose and the Countess began targeting her. He quickly changed

was when Rose 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,

front of everyone and determined

“I….” 

Slap!

didn’t

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

dwo it…”

sharp cry. The Count nodded his head,

not allowed to leave until you cough up the necklace,” he said as he locked

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

she could not report the Duke who was oh so similar

“……”

Settling onto the carpet, she

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

don’t know what you went through, but you have to live.”

 She spoke to him and placed her face against his knee. The fireplace warmed the man’s body,

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

He attempted to open his eyes and

“Haa, ha…”

breathing was uneven. The brightly 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?”

as Ian 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

got his blood flowing. Ian squashed

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

reminded him of the memory of his subordinate stabbing him in the back. The event was still vivid in his memory.

don’t hate me too

you…” 

enemy to the

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

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

“……”

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