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……”

on the carriage behind the two knights the Count had sent.

Laritte was there.

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

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

approaching

“Get lost…..Right now.”

to their

got

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 along their

walked to the rear of the carriage

to be of a

seen a carriage

the handle, but it

He murmured

his wife. Why were there

sheath and situated it in

would waste their energy in this way

black-colored lock clattered and fell to the ground, while the door

the weak figure of

the dress he gave her was nowhere to be found and instead, she was wearing

corner, she looked like a

eyes widened as they spotted

called out

“Laritte!!”

resentment, which she had finally recovered from,

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

just a few hours ago that she

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

you going to without

for her reply. But, it never came. So, Ian gave up, shifting his eyes back to her again.

shining with tears. It wasn’t long

“…….”

pressed down her lips, only cried with a calm expression on her

in her

largest emotional change she has shown.

with her name.

‘Rose’, but her

desperate to

he accepting her

saddened

“Why…..”

weakly blinking at

yelling at

her fault that she didn’t know

knight – Redra – thought that Rose was going to be the

in the

blood from a noble, was as dirty as a commoner. And an illegitimate child was obviously considered ominous to

that Ian had come to rescue