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.”

raised. Laritte answered his question clearly because it

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

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

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 time.

get married because ladies were scared of him. So,

her name Rose

They’ve never talked before

thinking earlier. What the hell was her

a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable skills on the

that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have realized this

That means

stopped mid-sentence because as soon as he raised his head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian relaxed himself and leaned

Tch!

man praised for being a swordmaster,

stared at him in

covered the site of

know who I am.”

finally managed to finish his sentence. She was all alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that

seem like she 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, she likely

drop left in

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

You’re going to end up

guess that’s true. Would you like some stew?”

asking

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

his mouth but he was tired of

are you going to do with that…”

quite the cut on your stomach.”

seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for him to live.

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

just thought it’d be better to heal him since he was already

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

“……!”

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

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