When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

But Oscar was already preparing to rescue the Emperor.

Long after the Empress burst into laughter, he came down from the window.

Even the sound of the window creaking made his heart pound.

The sound of the birds crying early in the morning was like the laughter of the Empress.

‘It’s okay.
You can do it, Oscar.’

He recalled as he changed the incense burner and put the herbs Ian gave him.

He had said that the Emperor would already be too weak.
They had a fifty-fifty chance of waking the Emperor.

Oscar found his father’s hand under the blanket and squeezed it hard.

‘Father, please wake up.
And help me make everything right.’

It was then.

When the room was suddenly shaken by the plight of a loud roar.

“What’s going on!”

Holding on to the pillar, he rushed to open the window.

A tremendously large shadow passed over him.
Huge wings like buildings caused gusts of wind, terrorizing over the capital’s castle.

His eyes grew wide in shock and despair.

It was a dragon.

The dragon—which had already lost its intelligence—gave out an ear-piercing roar.

The shadow flew over to where Ian and Laritte would be.

Ian caught Laritte and kept her stable as the party hall was also shaken like an earthquake.

He understood the howl of the dragon at once.

Why is this dragon here?

He recalled what the fortune-teller said.

“Bad things happen when you’re together.”

People started running around, already losing their minds.

“We have to go out too, Laritte,” Ian whispered to her.

“What should we do?”

“Don’t worry.
Reinhardt’s knights are nearby.
We can subdue it together.”

Ian was the most expert in that field.

Those who were running left the castle envious of Laritte, who was protected by Ian.

While many soldiers surrounded the beast over the field, Mason and Redra came running to Ian.

“Sir Mason, lead the existing squad as I do.
Count Redra should take Laritte and escape as far as possible.”

“Captain, we don’t have enough troops, I can’t fall out! I’m the only Swordmaster candidate among the knights.” Redra protested.

Dragon attacks included both magical and physical assaults.

A particular sword was essential to block such magic.
The same was true for a physical offense such as the swinging of claws.

Redra was the only one who had the potential to use the sword here except Ian.

She was still a candidate, but she could try to block it.

Ian pushed Laritte toward Redra.

“Therefore, the Count should protect Laritte.
Doesn’t it fulfill your conditions to use your sword?”

“Oh, t-that’s….,” Redra was flushed red.

Eventually, she nodded.

Redra held Laritte’s hand.

“Please forgive my rudeness, Madam.
We have to keep a certain distance to make it easier to prepare for emergencies.”

As she ran with Redra, she glanced back and saw Ian running toward the dragon.

“I can escape by myself.
Shouldn’t Lady Redra help Ian?”

“A dragon basically has a very wide area of offense.
It’s safer to be with me because it can suddenly rise to the sky.”

Redra added in a mutter.

If only I could use a sword.

The biggest factor that determined a Swordmaster was how dark his or her sword could be.
As such, it had a tremendous effect in battle.

For example, if Redra used a dark sword, she would also be able to beat Bartolt—who played with Ian’s trust.

The problem was that the conditions were strict and could not be abused.

Laritte recalled what Ian had just said.

“What’s the condition for Lady Redra to use the sword?”

Why had she blushed when Ian said that?

Others ran in the same direction Laritte was headed.

“Kyaaaa!”

“I’m escaping to the commoner’s village.
Damn it all!”

Redra blocked Laritte as someone almost passed over her.

“You don’t know my condition, Madam? It’s a famous tale to be told.”