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 Swordmaster……”

behind the two knights the Count

Laritte was there.

him that they

single person had treated her well, the situation wouldn’t have gone this

approaching

“Get lost…..Right now.”

was threatening enough to put an end to their

and ran off, and got dissolved into the darkness without even thinking about taking

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

soon as they disappeared, Ian walked to the rear of the carriage and

carriage to be of a very

he ever seen a carriage like this?

tried to turn the handle,

murmured a curse.

to see his wife. Why were there

sheath and situated it in the crack.

would waste their energy in this

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

weak figure of Laritte.

in the dress he gave her was nowhere

in the corner, she looked like a

widened as they

out to her.

“Laritte!!”

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

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

was just a few hours ago that she came to know his

to the ground. But the

going

never came. So, Ian gave up, shifting

was silent, her ocean blue eyes shining with tears. It wasn’t long before

“…….”

down her lips, only cried with a calm expression on

the pain in her finally melting away from her.

largest emotional change she has shown.

her with her name.

‘Rose’, but

desperate to search for more clues.

accepting her as the Duchess?

somehow saddened her.

“Why…..”

murmured, weakly blinking

are you yelling at me?”

that she didn’t know

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

in the

an illegitimate child was obviously considered ominous to be a bride for an aristocrat. They were a living insult and a sin

strange that Ian had come to