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.

uttered without even realizing it.

it’s the

the carriage behind the two knights the

Laritte was there.

occurred to him that they would have

treated her well,

said, approaching

“Get lost…..Right now.”

enough to put an end to their life, even when

ran off, and got dissolved

could see was the very faint light of the moon, guiding them to nowhere. Still, they continued to run even

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

to be of a very

ever seen a carriage

to turn the handle, but it was

it.” He murmured a curse.

his wife. Why

sword out of its sheath

swordmasters who would waste their energy in

to the ground, while the

revealed the weak figure of Laritte.

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

in the corner, she looked like a herbivore being driven to a

widened as they spotted Ian’s structure.

out to

“Laritte!!”

which she had finally recovered

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

just a few hours ago that she came to know

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

were you going to without your

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

tears. It wasn’t long before they

“…….”

down her lips, only cried with a calm

it contained desperation, the pain in her finally melting

the largest emotional change she

her with her name.

‘Rose’, but her

her desperate to search

accepting her

somehow saddened her.

“Why…..”

murmured, weakly blinking at

you yelling

that she didn’t know she would

the loyal knight – Redra – thought that Rose was going to be the Duchess.

in the Empire

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 living

was strange that Ian had come to rescue