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

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

title to her. As

Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of late,

was the worst of them all, nagging him about things like how he couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of

name Rose Brumayer?

her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so

what he was thinking earlier. What

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 battlefield and in academics, and was beautiful. It seemed

really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have realized this

That means you…!”

head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian relaxed himself and

Tch!

The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to

at him in an obvious manner.

Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands

know who I am.”

first, he thought she was an ordinary

didn’t know he was a ‘traitor’. But she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must know what he looked like. In addition,

drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When

furrowed his eyebrows. He noticed that the subject of the conversation was going in another direction. But the

You’re going to end up becoming

that’s true. Would

asking me

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

he was tired of asking questions.

to do

you have quite

his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for

her actions and

it’d be better to heal him since he was

him and knelt down by the chair. Ian didn’t stop her from rolling

“……!”

bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound,

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