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 two knights the

Laritte was there.

began boiling up in him like lava. A thought occurred to him that they would have

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

approaching the carriage.

“Get lost…..Right now.”

enough to put an end to their life, even when he didn’t take

and ran off, and got dissolved into the darkness without

them to nowhere. Still, they continued to run even when they stumbled quite

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

to be

ever seen a carriage like

the handle, but it

He murmured

his wife. Why were

sword out of its sheath and

who would waste their energy in this

fell to the

the weak figure

gave her was nowhere to

corner, she looked like a herbivore being driven to a

they

called out to her.

“Laritte!!”

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

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

that she

his eyes to the ground. But the anger did not leave

were you going to without your husband…..!”

gazing down, waiting for her reply. But, it never came. So,

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

“…….”

her lips, only cried with a

the pain in her

largest emotional change she

called her with her

‘Rose’, but her

made her desperate to search for more clues.

accepting her as the

saddened her.

“Why…..”

murmured, weakly blinking

are you yelling

fault that she didn’t

– thought that Rose was going to be the Duchess.

normal in the Empire

illegitimate child, who was even carrying blood from a noble, was as dirty as a commoner. And an illegitimate child was obviously considered ominous to be a bride for an aristocrat. They were a

Ian had

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