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.

and uttered without even

it’s the

were fixed on the carriage behind the two knights the

Laritte was there.

that they would have treated Laritte in a

treated her well, the situation wouldn’t have gone this far.

approaching the

“Get lost…..Right now.”

end to their life, even when he didn’t take out

and got dissolved into the darkness without even thinking about taking

could see was the very faint light of the moon, guiding them to nowhere. Still, they continued to run even when they stumbled quite a few times

walked to the rear of the carriage and stood in front of the door.

noticed the carriage to be of a very

ever seen a carriage like

to turn the handle, but

it.” He murmured a curse.

wife. Why were there so many interruptions?

of its sheath and situated it in the

would waste their energy in this way except

lock clattered and fell to the ground, while the door slowly

the weak figure

that was once shining in the dress he gave her was nowhere to be found and instead, she was wearing

the corner, she looked like a herbivore being

they spotted Ian’s structure.

called out to

“Laritte!!”

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

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

few hours ago that she

to the ground. But the anger did not leave

the hell were you going to without

down, waiting for her reply. But, it never came. So, Ian gave up, shifting his

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

“…….”

lips, only cried with a

it contained desperation, the pain in her

largest emotional

her name.

‘Rose’, but

her desperate to

he accepting her as

somehow saddened

“Why…..”

murmured, weakly blinking

are you yelling at

fault that she didn’t know she would be

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

that was normal in the Empire

dirty as a commoner. And an illegitimate child was obviously considered ominous to be a bride for an aristocrat. They were a living insult

that Ian had come to