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.

without even realizing it.

it’s the Swordmaster……”

on the carriage behind the

Laritte was there.

thought occurred to him that they would have treated Laritte in a very different way

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

said, approaching

“Get lost…..Right now.”

their life,

knights quickly jumped off their seats and ran off, and got dissolved into the darkness

guiding them to nowhere. Still, they

disappeared, Ian walked to the rear of the carriage and

to be

seen a carriage

handle, but

it.” He murmured a curse.

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

took his sword out of its sheath and situated it in the crack.

be any swordmasters who would waste their energy in

the ground, while the door slowly opened

the weak figure of Laritte.

he gave her was nowhere to be found and instead, she was wearing a worn-out

she looked like a herbivore being driven

widened as they spotted

out to her.

“Laritte!!”

mixture of feelings of relief and resentment, which she had finally

She gasped out.

“…..Ian?”

few hours ago that she came to

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

were you going

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

It wasn’t long before they spilled out,

“…….”

only cried with a calm

desperation, the pain in

was the largest emotional change

with her name. Her own

but her own.

to search

accepting her as the

somehow saddened her.

“Why…..”

murmured, weakly blinking at him.

yelling at me?”

didn’t

– thought that Rose was going to be the Duchess. Even when she knew Laritte was her

in the Empire of

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

it was strange that Ian had come