When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 20

She could endure the slaps on her cheeks as a punishment for a crime she didn’t even commit.

But this?

Laritte’s legs became numb.

She didn’t fall to the ground, thanks to the people who caught her from behind.

Rose heard her shriek through the cracks of the door as she closed them.

She rushed down to the first floor, smirking. As she reached the floor, she met the Count.

Rose asked, catching her breath as she was walking at a fast pace.

“So, what exactly is going on, father?”
“We don’t know. Your mother went back to check on in the castle as soon as she heard about the Duke’s appearance. I’ve been waiting to hear from you….”

The Count said sweeping his chin, where he had begun to grow a beard, with his fingers.

Why did Ian Reinhardt appear in the castle?

If it were him, he would have lived the rest of his life in hiding.

Rebellion was one of the most serious crimes in the world.

Even if the royal family did something merciful, why did he have to show up in the castle when he was a traitor?

There must be some reason.

The Count fell into a deep agony.

***

Now let us go back to the beginning and perceive the day from Ian’s point of view.

“Looks like we’ll have to get separated here.”
“If possible….I’ll come and visit you in a few days after I’m done with my business.”

After Ian and Laritte bid each other a goodbye, they began pacing in opposite directions slowly.

As he glanced backwards, he was able to confirm Laritte entering the Banquet Hall.

Unfortunately, he didn’t hear the words, “The Duchess, Laritte Reinhardt, is here.”

It was a chance to know her real name.

Ian kept moving.

Every single moment he had spent with her at the villa flooded into his mind.

The first one was when he tasted her meat stew.

“Do you like it?”

That was the first thing she said to Ian.

So, what did he say? Nothing?

aroma of the stew. A scent mixed

was sitting right in front of him.

temperature rising the very next

had given him a cup of milk

cup of savory tea of the

him feel relaxed.

things passed through his mind.

times when he was surprised that an uninvited guest did all the chores in his villa all by herself.

time they spent staying there, separated away from the world,

“…….”

his robes as he walked down

time to make

care of their tight security. It would

eyes

rules of the imperial security system were in groups

passed on by a deputy defense minister nearly a hundred years ago. It was much more effective to neutralize them one

deep deserted corridor where there would be less security and hid

two guards were approaching him from afar.

threw it lightly towards

floor, creating a ringing

you hear that?” “I’ll take a

searched the area carefully.

nothing here!” “All right then, let’s resume our patrol.”

guard in the front started

be impossible to think there could be any problem inside the Imperial Palace right away. So, it might

moved as the other guard rushed towards the first one.

so that the

“…..!”
“Shh.”

quietly struck him at his neck, knocking him over

next target was the guard in

the dagger from his left boot. The next second, he

opponent turned his head to the sound of the fast footsteps.

“What…..”

by Ian as he leaped down on him.

at his head with the handle of Ian’s

“Sigh.”

available at the end of the

somehow annoying to Ian that he couldn’t kill them but had to knock them over.

of the guards around

from the mopping techniques that he had shown Laritte during their time at

had an

them, Ian was like

a name that he gained with some kind of awe about his power. As a warning that he should never

the forefront of the whole dispute by the imperial order, so the nickname “murderer” was also

he currently had no hesitation.

quite a few people had fainted, Ian estimated the time.

should be

spot where he had

were already gathered at the

this hall unless you’re an aristocrat.”

ignored the guard and walked forward to open

tried to stop Ian in astonishment, but when he didn’t budge at all, he realized he wasn’t a match