When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married Chapter 4

Unable to continue holding the man up, Laritte fell flat on her behind. Fortunately, she kept the man from hitting his head on the floor.

Laritte stared at the face of the man in her embrace. Brushing back his hair that was darker than the night, Laritte noticed wounds peppering his dark skin.

Suddenly, a thought ca to mind.

What was his na?

She knew him as the Duke, but strangely didnt rember his na. As it was, she was never supposed to have any chance of eting him in this lifeti, be it in life or in death.

Laritte busily moved around the house to warm it up and soaked her handkerchief in boiling hot water. In her ho, there were two things she cherished besides her potatoes. Those two things were her fireplace and her rocking chair. Even better was when she placed her rocking chair in front of the fireplace.

In that spot, sitting there with a blanket covering her, Laritte was able to fall asleep without trouble because the bed left to this house had been unmanaged and was moldy. Laritte yielded her precious spot to this traitor because she was a generous person. The man in the chair was buried under all the blankets in the house. To keep it stable, she placed a rock under the chairs hind legs.

His breathing was shallow and precarious, leaving him vulnerable to death at any mont. He lost a lot of blood and was unconscious due to his low body temperature. Laritte approached him with her ward and wet handkerchief.

Maybe I wont be the first dead body to lay in this house.

Having spent the last seventeen years mastering her poker face, Laritte was very calm. Contrary to her calmness, the hands that wiped the dried blood off the mans face were quite gentle.

Since Laritte took it upon herself to treat the traitor all by herself, she could be considered criminal. Even now, she could run to the village to report the situation, but she did not.

And it wasnt because he was her husband.

Laritte was fed up with families. Actually, she hated n even more because of these husbands.

It was just Laritte, all alone.

I didnt do it.

She was very familiar with those words.

I didnt steal it! I didnt do it! Count!

She cried in this old mory, so old that it was gradually fading..

When Laritte entered the Counts household at the age of eight, there was actually one person who was kind to her. Shockingly, it was her father, the Count.

Everyones eyes had been on Laritte when she first entered the Brumayer house, yet the Count was the only one who did not criticize her. Laritte believed that he considered her innocent, that it was not her fault for being born.

But that could not always be the case. He began to act against Laritte when Rose and the Countess began targeting her. He quickly changed his mind about Laritte the more she butted heads with them.

It was when Rose intentionally lost her necklace and accused Laritte of being the thief that the Count raised his hand towards Laritte for the first ti. And for all her birth mother had done, shed never dared touch Larittes face.

The Count struck her right in front of everyone and determined that she was guilty.

I.

Slap!

No, I didnt do it

The count slapped her again and Laritte, who was only a small child, was unable to speak up due to her swollen mouth. But still, she tried to protest more while trembling.

NwoII didnt dwo it

Dad, you dont believe her, do you?! Shes a damn liar!Rose let out a sharp cry. The Count nodded his head, agreeing with her. The servants simply stood by and watched.

Youre not allowed to leave until you cough up the necklace,he said as he locked Laritte in the attic.

Laritte didnt even know what Roses necklace looked like. She remained trapped in the attic and was released after nearly starving to death. This instance was the start of Larittes life stained by injustice.

Therefore, she could not report the Duke who was oh so similar to her. It was a simple conclusion.

Laritte set down the blood stained handkerchief. Settling onto the carpet, she looked up at him.

Dont die, Laritte mumbled in her unique and clear voice. She covered his hands with hers. His tanned skin contrasted with her pale hands.

I dont know what you went through, but you have to live.

So live.She spoke to him and placed her face against his knee. The fireplace ward the mans body, which was colder than ice. Laritte closed her eyes.

It was dark and only the sound of the crackling fire could be heard. A girl pressed her body against him and didnt move an inch.

A mont ago, Ian Reinhardt woke up. He attempted to open his eyes and struggled quite a bit.

Haa, ha

Ians breathing was uneven. The brightly lit fireplace ca into his view. It was obvious that the bricks had been piled up a long ti ago, and the ancient fireplace was the only light in the whole house.

Hah?

As soon as Ian realized he was sitting in a chair, he tried to get up. But when he tried to move his upper body, he felt indescribable pain in his abdon and wasnt able to budge.Argh, he let out a small groan. That area had been pierced by a sword.

At the very least, that small movent got his blood flowing. Ian squashed the creepy bugs running about.

Im sorry, Captain.

It reminded him of the mory of his subordinate stabbing him in the back. The event was still vivid in his mory.

I cant help it, so dont hate too much.

ThatWhat are you

You shouldnt have beco an enemy to the Imperial family.

The betrayal happened near the end of the mariti war that had gone on for years. As both a Duke and a swordmaster, this betrayal ca right as he was about to return ho.

At that mont, he realized soone was holding his hand. When he looked down, he found a woman who was nearly all white lying on his lap.

He seed to have t her before while he was still conscious. He rembered calling her nanny when he saw her hair. Looking back, this hair color was not quite the sa as an old persons.

But who was this though?

He was a traitor, considered dead to the world. Walking on a thin line, there was a chance this woman could end up reporting him.

Chair.

Laritte winced and spoke in her sleep.

Myrocking chair.

For a mont, he felt the chairs pulley move. Thinking about it, he was sitting on a rocking chair. He wanted to return it to her, but he wondered why she was sleeping on him like this. This chair wasnt the kind of place people can sleep comfortably.

His fingers barely twitching, Ian woke her up from her deep slumber and she opened her eyes.

They made eye-contact.

When the girls blue, emotionless eyes blinked, Ian caught glimpses of a fire that disappeared quickly.

Laritte raised her upper body. To her, it was already amazing that the Duke hadnt died overnight. To be honest, she had been expecting to find a corpse when she woke up.

Good job.

Her relief changed into a calm question.

Do you like stew?

What did you just say?

Im asking you if youre well enough to eat stew.

When she saw the mans confused expression, she realized what was wrong.

Ah, my face.

In the past, when soone tried to provoke Laritteaning Rose,she had to keep on her poker face. If she cried, her torntor would be more annoyed at her. If she begged, they would laugh at her. Laritte learned to be emotionless, because no matter how she reacted, she would only receive coldness in return.

After a few years of this treatnt, it beca difficult for Laritte to express her emotions.

Well, Im hungry so Im going to eat, she thought as she rose from her seat.