Chapter 34

Laritte groped her face mercilessly, as if determined to find out which part of her face was out of shape.

“My eyes? Nose? Mouth? Eyebrows? Which is it?”
“…..What?”

Only after he realized what she was trying to say did his blood become cold.

“Wait. Did anyone say that to you?”
“He……”
“Did he scold you like that?”
“Pardon?”

His voice grew louder with every question.

“Which human becomes ugly overnight? Did you believe that nonsense?”

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her towards him.

“Even if it does, it’s not fair to punish one for their appearance!”

Then, Laritte’s foot slipped off the railing causing her body to tilt in an instant. The wall was high enough to give her goosebumps.

“Ha….!”
“Lari-”

Ian hurried to grab her collar but it tore off. Unfortunately, it was not enough to catch a person.

Leaning forward, he gripped Laritte’s waist, which made them fall together.

Laritte almost stopped breathing.

Was he trying to hurt himself to save her? Then she would die of guilt.

But, it did not matter to Ian.

Today, in 621, the people of Iassa tended to easily think of the word ‘Swordmaster’. A lot of countrymen said they were cursed. They even put a scary tinnitus like a ‘homicide’ as a sign of being wary of and in awe of a Swordmaster, but they looked just like any normal person.

‘Wow……’

Pointing the front nose of his shoes, Ian twirled half-way in mid air along the wall, thus changing their positions. Now, what was approaching the ground was Ian’s back.

“Huff.”

He lightly landed on the ground with Laritte in his arms.

As if dancing a waltz, he stood up softly on the ground. Now, he was standing holding Laritte.

“Really….. Do you not trust your husband?”

She sighed in relief as she got out of his grip. Quickly, she bit on her lips.

“I know.”
“Are you talking nonsense again?”
“No! It’s not that.”

Taking off the jacket, she returned it to Ian.

She knew. It wasn’t her fault to be blamed for her face.

themselves like that, they would betray their

relieve my anger even if I was angry with the Count. You know, if

to keep thinking that……it was her fault she didn’t

after Ian pointed out the truth could

wasn’t

“Ian.”

called him, taking

“…..Yes.”

Ian replied softly.

what is

began walking after her.

“…..What is

the response she

called by her

“No, it’s nothing.”

terribly hated her name.

on to right after they were born. The memory that sunk into oblivion and could not

no

what she first heard, which she had forgotten

How can I survive with a child in Iassa?” “Sister, don’t do that. Hold her. She looks just like you……” “Get her away from

spat out the

lowly fairy resembling her mother,

by now?” “Yes, let us head inside.”

never been called

someone to call her softly.

“Ian.”

She paused.

glanced back at him, who was following

“…..Laritte?”

calm and soothing to

was what

you seem to be sick. Do

touched her forehead, only to find her warm skin against

normal…. How do you feel

maintain her

nitpicking, but because of Ian’s strong words.

had

don’t feel bad anymore.”

least someone to watch

wouldn’t have to tremble anymore when being called by that name

small changes were enough

***

long enough for

it stood all kinds of rich dishes and

was engrossed in his work.”

glanced over the fancy dishes with a

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