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.

like that, they would

the Count. You know, if there’s a food chain in the human race, I am at

was her fault

the truth could Laritte

wasn’t her

“Ian.”

him, taking a step forward.

“…..Yes.”

Ian replied softly.

what is

began walking after

“…..What is it, Laritte?”

the response she wanted.

called by

“No, it’s nothing.”

hated her name.

a memory to hold on to right after they were born. The memory that sunk into oblivion and could not be recalled anymore.

no

heard, which she had forgotten

a child in Iassa?” “Sister, don’t do that. Hold her. She looks just like you……” “Get her away from me!” “I know it’s hard, but you should at least give this little one a name. Don’t

her mother had spat out the name ‘Laritte’.

from a God and a lowly fairy resembling her mother, the illegitimate girl was

be prepared by now?” “Yes, let

had never been called affectionately in her life.

was someone to call her softly.

“Ian.”

She paused.

was following her as she had predicted.

“…..Laritte?”

that detestable name sounded calm and soothing to

was what she wanted.

seem to be sick. Do you

find her

do you feel now?

decided to maintain her

nitpicking, but because of Ian’s strong

she felt like she had climbed

feel bad

there was at least someone to watch

have to tremble anymore when being

small changes were enough

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long enough for dozens

of

sure was engrossed

fancy dishes with a slightly tired

responded from beside

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