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.

it’s the Swordmaster……”

fixed on the carriage behind the two knights the

Laritte was there.

up in him like lava. A thought occurred to him that they would have treated Laritte in a very different way than Rose.

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

said, approaching

“Get lost…..Right now.”

to their life, even

quickly jumped off their seats and ran off, and got

of the moon, guiding them to nowhere. Still, they continued to run even when they stumbled quite a

to the rear of the carriage and stood in

the carriage to be of

ever seen a carriage like

the handle, but it was

He murmured a curse.

just wanted to see his wife. Why were there so many interruptions?

out of its sheath and situated it

would waste

fell to the ground,

revealed the weak figure of

once shining in the dress he gave her was nowhere

like a

eyes widened as they spotted Ian’s

called out

“Laritte!!”

resentment, which she had finally recovered from, passed through

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

hours ago that she came to know his

heavily, lowering his eyes to the ground. But the anger did

were you going to without

never came. So, Ian gave up,

with tears. It wasn’t long before

“…….”

cried with a

the pain in her finally melting

emotional change she

her name. Her own name.

‘Rose’, but her

desperate to

her as the Duchess?

saddened her.

“Why…..”

weakly blinking at him.

you yelling at me?”

wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know she

– thought that Rose was going to be the Duchess. Even when

was normal in the

dirty as a commoner. And an illegitimate child was obviously considered ominous to be a bride for an aristocrat. They were a

Ian had