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

We should not even be using that traitor’s

had been quietly eating, put

of this makes sense? He was killed by a barbarian

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

“Ahem!”

by clearing his throat. The Countess wiped her mouth with her napkin

would 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 contract, we won’t

reason other than to allow the Brumayers

She must be rotting

an old villa in some corner of a mountain. Laritte had been sent there with no support. All she had to

extremely

on the otherwise happy

who sired an illegitimate child, but

end that Laritte lacked the typical Brumayer characteristics. Rather than red hair and freckles, Laritte resembled her dancer of a mother with her pale skin and silver hair. And

that, her eyes…’

they felt so similar to Duke Reinhardt’s golden eyes. It was that cold look, as if she were looking

get rid of the corpse.”

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

in 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,

what a complete fool, right?

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

end. In truth, Rose was the one who didn’t know what the outside world

If Laritte were to pick a branch off the ground, even the smallest bit of dampness would have made it

would be fighting the cold on her very first day in the mountains.

Laritte thought as she entered

realized this fact when she was six

Laritte had to pick herbs from

useless weeds, but she couldn’t help it. The alternative was to

just once, Laritte had

the cold. But one day, a violent storm wet the branches. They could no longer

to those branches for dear life, succeeding in lighting them and starting a fire only when she

“Phew…”

very dusty and had a spooky feeling. The furniture was old, so it would have been unsurprising if a ghost

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