1. Laritte and the new house

620 years ago, the Iyasa continent unified and the Empire was born.

The Brumayer family supported the Imperial family in their rise to power and accumulated enough accomplishments to be considered a founding contributor to the Empire.

However, the current generation of Brumayers lacked power, as seen in their current status of Count.

But now, with a daughter married to Duke Reinhardt, a man second in power only to the Imperial family, the Brumayers hoped to see the light once more.

‘…That’s what I thought.’

Count Brumayer felt regret when he thought of the current situation over dinner.

On the table was the family chef’s ‘Beef Steak’, magnificent enough to be called one of a kind. It shone brightly yet he couldn’t bring himself to lay his hands on it.

Rose, too, felt depressed about their situation.

Everytime she closed her eyes, she could see Duke Reinhardt’s shimmering form, just like how he had appeared to her three years ago.

When the continent of Iyasa had unified for the first time in history, the Empire prided itself so highly that it kept the name.

In the heart of the palace laid the first banquet hall.

The ceiling in the corridor leading to the banquet hall towered above the banquet goers. The intricate carvings on the ceiling was, in royal fashion, decorated brilliantly with gold.

Below that ceiling, Rose encountered the Duke for the first time.

‘…Ah!’

His hair was so black it seemed to absorb all the light, standing out in that bright corridor. Beneath his hair were the world’s purest gold eyes, appearing aloof and detached. Though his eyes were narrow, their masculine beauty matched well with the finely tanned muscles outlined by his shirt.

“I can’t believe such a Duke passed away…”

Rose lamented and tormented the steak with her fork.

Although there were some women who had never seen the Duke, it was said that all women who’d met him would fall in love with him.

The few swordmasters in the Empire were nicknamed ‘the murderers’, but the Duke did not care for such things as others did.

have melted his

speaking of the Duke! We should not even be using that traitor’s

had been quietly eating, put down her salad

was killed by a barbarian

were various circumstances involved in his death. We have to let him go. Your father was able to circumvent the marriage

“Ahem!”

Countess wiped her mouth with her napkin but continued

wench none would consider a Brumayer could be so useful? She resembles that crude dancer from head to toe. With her fulfilling the contract, we won’t have to return the Duke’s money to the Imperial family.”

dukedom for no reason other

right! She must be rotting

mountain. Laritte had been sent there with no

extremely happy.

stain on

who sired an illegitimate child, but she loathed Laritte even more.

Rose to no end that Laritte lacked the typical Brumayer characteristics. Rather than red hair and freckles, Laritte resembled her dancer of a mother with her pale skin and silver hair. And

that,

so similar to Duke Reinhardt’s golden eyes. It was that cold look, as if she were

to get rid

about Laritte. But still, no one scolded her for her choice of words. It was clearly demonstrated here how Laritte had been treated.

needed was: firewood to fight off the chill of the night. So, with all the money she had left from the Brumayers,

a complete fool, right? Hahaha!”

was leaving. Rose was aware that she was heading to the mountains where trees were plenty, so why would

Rose was the one who didn’t know what the outside world

were to pick a branch off the ground, even the smallest bit of dampness would have made it impossible to light

that happened, Laritte would be fighting the cold on her very

Laritte thought as she entered the house and

realized this fact when she was six years old.

living with her birth mother, Laritte had to pick herbs from the mountains in order to

it. The alternative was to be home, where her mother could

just once, Laritte had gotten lost in the mountains.

managed to gather enough branches to survive the cold. But one day, a violent storm wet the

clung to those branches for dear life, succeeding in lighting them and starting a fire only

“Phew…”

a spooky feeling. The furniture was old, so it would have been unsurprising if a ghost popped

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