When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 27

Ian had ridden a horse across the street to find Laritte.

But when he reached the gate, her carriage had already left the capital.

“How long has it been since the wagon of Count Brumayer had passed this area?”

A guard at the southern door recognized Ian and hurried to search through the entry and exit documents. A cursive handwriting grazing on the old clumps of the papers was seen.

“15…..It’s been 15 minutes, sire!”
“Thank you.”

They wouldn’t have gone that far.

Since the path outside the capital was dark, Ian borrowed a lamp from the gate before galloping away on his horse.

It was still early spring and the night breeze wasn’t much comforting. It bit his skin. His cheeks were getting red under the fierce fangs of the wind.

If it wasn’t Ian, he wouldn’t be able to endure it.

He continued combing through the various paths.

Riding a horse at night with a single source of light in one’s hand could be very dangerous.

Something in him once asked why he wanted to give up his life like this.

But all he could think about now was that he needed to find Laritte.

His outstanding horse-riding skills shone in the dark.

“Huff….”

He could faintly hear the sound of wheels scratching on the stony path somewhere in the distance.

Ian soon blocked the way by turning his horse right in front of it.

The horse that was leading the carriage neighed loudly at the sudden hindrance before coming to a stop.

The horse was scared. If it was trained well, he could have moved according to its master’s instructions, but Count Brumayer was too ignorant.

The driver of the carriage got furious.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you!”

Even when he slashed the reins on the horse’s back, it was static at its place.

Cursing under his breath, his gaze moved on to the man who stood in front of him.

“What do you think you’re doing in front of the Earl’s wagon?!”

Because of the darkness, he could only make out the silhouette of his opponent.

“……This is the wagon of Count Brumayer?”
“Well, it is! Don’t you know? Can’t you see the crest of the red bird? Come on, get out of our way!”

Ian jumped down from his horse and walked to the carriage. It was not long before he appeared under the light of the carriage.

His gold orbs were dangerously glistening over his dark skin. It could not have been more frightening than a lion appearing in the middle of a mountainous road. A stance intimidating enough to make shivers run down in one’s spine.

gasped and uttered without even realizing it.

the Swordmaster……”

eyes were fixed on the carriage behind the

Laritte was there.

him like lava. A thought occurred to him that they would have treated Laritte in a very

her well,

approaching the

“Get lost…..Right now.”

end to their

and ran off, and got

guiding them to nowhere. Still,

as they disappeared, Ian walked to the rear of the

the carriage to be of a very

seen a

the handle, but it

murmured a

his wife. Why were

its sheath and situated

waste their energy

and fell to the ground, while the door

weak

was nowhere to be

looked like a herbivore being driven

eyes widened as they spotted Ian’s structure.

out to her.

“Laritte!!”

wave of a mixture of feelings of relief and resentment, which she had finally recovered from, passed

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

few hours ago that she came

ground. But the anger did not leave

you going to without your husband…..!”

reply. But, it never came. So, Ian gave up, shifting his eyes back

her ocean blue eyes shining with tears. It wasn’t long before they spilled out, flowing along

“…….”

down her lips, only cried with a calm expression on her face.

pain in her finally

the largest emotional change she

with her name.

‘Rose’, but her own.

made her desperate to search for more

accepting her as the Duchess?

somehow saddened her.

“Why…..”

murmured, weakly blinking

you yelling

her fault that she didn’t know she

thought that Rose was going to be the Duchess. Even when she knew Laritte

normal in

noble, was as dirty as a commoner. And an illegitimate child was obviously considered ominous to be a bride for an aristocrat. They

was strange that Ian had come to