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.

entered the Brumayer house, yet the Count was the only one who did not criticize her. Laritte believed that

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

thief that the Count raised his hand towards Laritte for the first time. And for

in front of everyone

“I….” 

Slap!

didn’t do

only a small child, was unable to speak up due to her swollen mouth. But still,

dwo it…”

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 he locked Laritte

in the attic and was released after nearly starving to death. This instance was the start of Laritte’s life stained by injustice.

report the Duke who was oh so

“……”

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

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

through,

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

fire could be heard. A girl pressed her body against him and didn’t move an inch.

woke up. He attempted to open his

“Haa, ha…”

was obvious that the bricks had been piled up a long time ago, and the ancient fireplace was the only light in the whole

“…Hah?”

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 wasn’t

got his blood flowing. Ian squashed the

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

of the memory of his subordinate stabbing him in

help it, so don’t hate

are you…” 

become an enemy

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

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

“……”

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.