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

the

eyes were fixed on the carriage behind the two knights the Count had sent.

Laritte was there.

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

had treated her well,

approaching

“Get lost…..Right now.”

glare was threatening enough to put an end to their life, even when he didn’t take out

seats and ran off, and got dissolved into the darkness without

light of the moon, guiding them to nowhere. Still, they continued to run even

disappeared, Ian walked to the rear of the carriage and stood in front of

noticed the carriage to be of a very

ever seen a

to turn the handle,

murmured a

his wife. Why were

of its sheath and situated it in

swordmasters who would waste their energy in

lock clattered and fell to the ground, while

the weak figure of Laritte.

was once shining in the dress he gave her was nowhere to be found and

a herbivore being driven to a dead end.

they spotted

called out to

“Laritte!!”

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

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

just a few hours ago that

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

were you going to

He kept gazing down, waiting for her reply. But, it never

It wasn’t

“…….”

only cried with a calm expression on

in her finally melting away from her.

emotional change she has shown.

her name. Her own name.

‘Rose’, but her

it made her desperate to

her as the Duchess?

saddened her.

“Why…..”

murmured, weakly blinking

yelling

that she didn’t know she would be

was going to

in

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 insult and a

Ian had