When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

ollowed Ian and Laritte wherever they went.
Limping, she followed.
She continued to talk to Laritte, who never said much.

“You look the same as when you were young.
So I recognized you immediately.”

“……”

“The mansion is so beautiful! I never thought I’d be walking through a place like this.”

She was just as noisy as Ian, Laritte thought blankly.
Those who hadn’t seen Ian with Laritte would disagree.
Ian felt like he had eaten a hundred potatoes.
He felt suffocated.

Laritte said to Ian as they entered the hallway, “ah, Ian.
We have to part for a while.” He recalled the last time when he failed to hug her.
Come to think of it, she said she had work to do after that?

“Irene said the clothes that go well with this bracelet have arrived, so I should change them.” She fumbled with the bracelet on her wrist.
The scales of a dragon’s tail were crafted with jewels and embedded in them.
The dagger given by Seta had lost its effectiveness in protection, so it had been a long time since it was replaced.

When Ian and Laritte fell apart, Olivia struggled in the middle.
Then she chose to follow Ian this time.
Ian glared at Olivia.
If she was going to pretend she loved Laritte, at least she should like that.

‘It’s fine…..
It’s better to bother me than to bother Laritte.’ But as Olivia chatted non-stop, he grew increasingly annoyed.

“Duke, where is my room?”

“What kind of bedroom do you share with my daughter?”

“Laritte is beautiful, isn’t she?” She followed him wherever he went.
When she was passing under the closet, the white cat Nabi jumped and landed on Olivia’s head.
“Kyaaaaa!” She was startled.

“Meow,” Nabi then landed gracefully on the ground.

“A c-cat?” Olivia watched as Nabi slowly left the scene.
Ian held back a laugh.
Nabi always remained calm even when Laritte was stroking her fur.
However, the cat did not leave Ian’s side right after he returned from the Capital.
It was disappointing to watch, but now all was back to normal for her.

“A-Are you raising a cat? I don’t think Laritte likes cats.”

She had no idea! Ian said to himself.

“By the way, my appearance doesn’t look good, does it? I’ve been wearing this bulky jacket for a few weeks now.
I’m worried that it doesn’t suit the mansion.
Do you have some spare clothes?”

Ian crossed his arms.
Laritte barely made a living by borrowing things, but her mother was completely oblivious.

“I’ll tell you what, nobody here will be kind to you.” Olivia, who had gone through all the antenatal care on the street, choked on her breath while her limbs trembled in fear.
“We didn’t let you in the mansion because we’re stupid, so if you still value your life, stay still,” Ian began to leave the place at a quick pace.

Olivia followed behind.
“Duke!” But her legs could not catch up with him.
It was when Ian walked down to the end of the hallway to avoid Olivia that a door opened, and a pale arm appeared from within.
It was the closet where the maids keep their clothes.

“Laritte?” Laritte grabbed Ian by the collar and pulled him inside.
Not long after Laritte closed the door, Olivia entered the hallway.
But unable to find Ian, she walked past the closet.

“Where did you go? D*mn it!”

Ian and Laritte looked at each other, snuggled up inside the cramped space.
They could feel each other’s breath.
It was dark inside, but the light coming in through the cracks helped them to see the other’s shape.
Ian smiled, “where you worried about me and came to rescue me?”

It would be adorable if she came to rescue him, a Swordmaster.
But of course, Laritte shook her head no.
“Come to think of it, you haven’t hugged me today.
You can’t miss a day.
The book says it.”

“Is that so…..,” Ian held back his tears.
Irene had prepared Laritte’s dress to match her bracelet.
His lips felt dry at the sight.
The fact that they were alone in a closed space suddenly became very conscious.
Why did darkness bring out the most strange situations? He felt parched, so he continued to swallow.

“T-Then.
Come on, let’s finish today’s task,” he moved in the narrow space, leaning down.