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.”

dark eyebrows raised. Laritte answered his question clearly because it seemed like he didn’t

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

was a precious title to her. As the owner with the

The nanny and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of late, especially because he had been on the battlefield most of the

them all, nagging him about things like how he couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of him. So, as soon as a marriage request came in, he accepted

name Rose Brumayer?

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

thinking earlier. What

speck of mercy to his enemies. He

was because of these reasons that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It

moment. That means

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

Tch!

felt indescribable to him. The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone stuck sitting in

at him in an obvious manner.

pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound

must know who I am.”

At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying to kick

she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must know

a wooden spoon in her mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When had she eaten all of

subject of the conversation was going in another direction. But the damn

You’re going to end up becoming a the traitor’s accomplice.”

that’s true. Would

are you asking me that?”

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

mouth but he was tired

going to do with that…”

have quite the cut on your stomach.”

was seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for

like she’d be able to take back her actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he got better,

him since he was already in

down by the chair. Ian

“……!”

silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound, it wouldn’t be surprising if his

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