The house was dark and dawn seemed to be far off. Having skipped dinner to take care of her unexpected guest, Laritte was quite hungry.

Ian panicked as he watched Laritte march to the kitchen to have her late night dinner. This lady had slept on the knee of a man she didn’t even know, asked him if he liked stew, and was now walking away.

You would even treat a stranger so well? The sound of chopping vegetables and boiling water told him that she really was making stew. Ian could do nothing more than stay seated by the warm fireplace. Not long after, she came back with…

“It really is stew,” Ian mumbled under his breath

The freshly-made and steaming stew looked so appetising that it nearly made him drool. She made it herself, and although it didn’t look like something fit for a noble, it was still good enough. Laritte tilted her head, not understanding his words.

“So that means there’s such a thing as ‘fake stew?’”

“That’s not….”

He wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut. Somehow, though, he felt like he couldn’t continue speaking with her attitude.

“Excuse me, miss.”

“I’m not a ‘miss’. I got married not too long ago.” Laritte answered neatly.

Ian looked at the inside of the house. Thinking about it, she definitely lived alone. But she says she’s married? What the hell was her husband doing then?

Since he showed no sign of taking the stew, Laritte placed his portion by the fireplace. Then, she stood back up and began eating her portion with a carefree attitude.

The meat and vegetables disappeared one by one into her small mouth.

“What are you doing…?”

“The only chair here was taken by my guest.”

“That’s not what I… Huu, do you know where we are?”

This was Duke Reinhardt’s last remaining property. That’s what he heard the sleazeballs in the back-alley say. So, in his opinion, the uninvited guest here was Laritte and not him.

“Of course. Is this not the Duke’s villa?”

“So you know this is a house without an owner…”

“Sorry, but I’m now the owner of this place.”

answered his question clearly because it seemed like

the Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am now the lady

to others, it was a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to this villa, Laritte could

this woman was. The nanny and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of late, especially

because ladies were scared of him. So, as soon as a marriage request

her name Rose

might’ve seen her once or twice, but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he didn’t expect

thinking earlier. What the hell was her

the type to take care of his people with an iron fist, but gave not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable skills on the

was because of these reasons that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have realized this woman’s identity so late.

That means

soon as he raised his head, pain erupted all over his

Tch!

praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone

at him in an obvious

showed neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands and didn’t miss the expression on her

know who I am.”

to finish his sentence. She was all alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying to kick him out of

case, then she must know what he looked like. In addition, she likely recognized his golden eyes, proof that he had royal blood.

even a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When had she eaten all of her stew?

more, Ian furrowed his eyebrows. He noticed that the subject of the conversation was going in

that too easily? You’re going to end up becoming a the traitor’s

guess that’s true. Would you like

asking

stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen. She then came back with

mouth but he was tired of asking questions.

going to do

pretty sure you have quite the

his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for him

back her actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he got better, he would

be better to heal him

Ian didn’t stop her from rolling

“……!”

the slightest of touches from moving his clothing was enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound, it wouldn’t be surprising if his

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