When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 2

1. Laritte and the new house

620 years ago, the Iyasa continent unified and the Empire was born.

The Brumayer family supported the Imperial family in their rise to power and accumulated enough accomplishments to be considered a founding contributor to the Empire.

However, the current generation of Brumayers lacked power, as seen in their current status of Count.

But now, with a daughter married to Duke Reinhardt, a man second in power only to the Imperial family, the Brumayers hoped to see the light once more.

‘…That’s what I thought.’

Count Brumayer felt regret when he thought of the current situation over dinner.

On the table was the family chef’s ‘Beef Steak’, magnificent enough to be called one of a kind. It shone brightly yet he couldn’t bring himself to lay his hands on it.

Rose, too, felt depressed about their situation.

Everytime she closed her eyes, she could see Duke Reinhardt’s shimmering form, just like how he had appeared to her three years ago.

When the continent of Iyasa had unified for the first time in history, the Empire prided itself so highly that it kept the name.

In the heart of the palace laid the first banquet hall.

The ceiling in the corridor leading to the banquet hall towered above the banquet goers. The intricate carvings on the ceiling was, in royal fashion, decorated brilliantly with gold.

Below that ceiling, Rose encountered the Duke for the first time.

‘…Ah!’

His hair was so black it seemed to absorb all the light, standing out in that bright corridor. Beneath his hair were the world’s purest gold eyes, appearing aloof and detached. Though his eyes were narrow, their masculine beauty matched well with the finely tanned muscles outlined by his shirt.

“I can’t believe such a Duke passed away…”

Rose lamented and tormented the steak with her fork.

Although there were some women who had never seen the Duke, it was said that all women who’d met him would fall in love with him.

The few swordmasters in the Empire were nicknamed ‘the murderers’, but the Duke did not care for such things as others did.

confident I could have melted his heart.”

not even be

put down her salad fork as a threat.

killed by a barbarian in the western sea! Plus, the war was

were various circumstances involved in his death. We have to let him go. Your father was able to circumvent the marriage contract

“Ahem!”

interrupted the conversation by clearing his throat. The Countess wiped her mouth with her napkin but continued to speak.

have guessed that lowly wench none would consider a Brumayer could be so useful? She resembles that crude dancer from head to toe. With her fulfilling the

the Reinhardt dukedom for no reason other than to allow the Brumayers keep the Duke’s money.

right! She must be rotting in

in some corner of a mountain. Laritte had been sent there with no support. All she had to do now

extremely

only stain on the

father who sired an illegitimate child, but she loathed Laritte

resembled her dancer of a mother with her pale skin and silver hair. And those

to that, her

It was that cold look, as if she were looking down on you! That expression had been the reason why Rose tormented Laritte more in

to get rid of

was talking about Laritte. But still, no one scolded her for her choice of words. It was clearly demonstrated

her life, Laritte was able to spend her time relaxing. She already knew what the first thing this abandoned house needed was: firewood to fight off the chill of the night. So, with all the money she had left from the Brumayers, she purchased firewood before

complete fool, right? Hahaha!”

Rose was aware that she was heading to the mountains where trees were plenty, so why would she need

In truth, Rose was the

it often drizzled. If Laritte were to pick a branch off the ground, even the smallest bit of dampness would have made it impossible to light with a

Laritte would be fighting the cold on

already this cold…’, Laritte thought as she entered the house and lit the fireplace using her wood.

already realized this fact when she was six years

birth mother, Laritte had to pick herbs

but she couldn’t help it. The alternative was to be home, where her mother could bear

Laritte had

she’d somehow managed to gather enough branches to survive the cold. But

and starting a fire only

“Phew…”

distracted by her old memories, looked around. The inside of the villa was very dusty and had a spooky feeling.

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