Ian and his squadron were still in search of the dragon. Which signified that the dragon had left the plateau.
They were lucky to not need to fight off the beast.
But it was a problem for Ian.
My return to the mansion will be delayed.
The journey took longer than expected because the entire plateau had to be covered in search.
All the while, Ian was feeling strange. His five senses werent acting up. Ever since he dreamt of Laritte.
When he closed his eyes, he could hear her giggles, and when he covered his ears, he could sll her scent.
He walked towards his horse and stroked the stallions mane.
Whats up with him?
The soldiers around him whispered to each other, aware of his strange behavior.
As expected, hes starting to beco more like the Duchess. They say couples tend to act in the sa way after spending ti with each other.
Hmm, that makes sense.
Ian began to regret his decision to leave.
The reason why he thought so was that regardless of whether he was close or far away from her, his mind was always filled with thoughts about her.
He constantly muttered under his breath.
Ethical, ethical, ethical.
He did think of Laritte but continually reminded himself that it was because of his ethical concerns.
Ethical, ethical.
It eventually worked. Now, he was at the point where the word ethical ca to his mind when he thought of Laritte.
Today marks a week since the squad left for the investigation.
I promised to send her a letter today.
Ian had written down about his situation on a piece of paper, which he gestured to a hawk to carry up through the air. It flew at a fierce speed, enjoying the vastness of the sky.
Despite the distance between the highlands and the mansion, Laritte received the letter without any delay.
And so, it was not long before the hawk returned to Ian.
Ian opened the parchnt that contained Larittes penmanship.
He read its contents, trying to hold back his laughter.
Laritte had sent him a brief update of what happened at the mansion recently.
The aristocratic knights were back. She made strawberry juice with the help of the maids. She had a peaceful tea ti with Ava. And so on.
Finally, Ian received news that all the knights have returned.
It was a fiasco, even more so because he wasnt present there.
Those bastards.
He knew Laritte wouldnt write even if she was having a hard ti because of them.
Because she couldnt care less about it.
But, Ian portrayed the knights from a noble background as demons. For that reason, he knew they wouldnt show that much respect toward Laritte.
The thought of the little woman being bullied caused outrage in him.
If they so much as lay a finger on her, he would slice their hand off!
anwhile, the knights at the mansion suddenly felt a chill running down their spines. The knights at the plateau asked Ian.
Did sothing happen at the mansion?
Tell the other knights to hurry up. I need to finish the search as soon as possible.
The news caused him to regret his decision to be this far away from Laritte even more.
She was left as the head of the household while he ran away to search for a dragon.
He did take asures before he left, but Laritte had always been soone to worry about.
It wasnt because Laritte was unreliable. Its just that he kept thinking about her even though he knew she was doing well without any issues.
Ill have to return soon..
His voice trailed off.
He jumped on the horse, skillfully taking the reins, and turned the horse as he shouted.
Resu preparations for the investigation!
His thunderous voice shook up the plateau.
As Ians return was delayed, Ava fell into an unavoidable situation at the mansion.
He cant make it to the morial service.
In the Iassa Empire, there was a practice to hold a morial service six months after the death of a person. In case the persons soul was unable to leave the world.
They had such a belief due to a myth, which said that the lingering feelings of a persons soul could be felt on the 180th day after the persons death.
The morial service should be grand.
For those who died in peace, it was enough for their families to have a simple al at a morial service.
However, the Duchys morial service was for the bereaved families who were unjustly executed.
It had to be grand.
Laritte was also aware of the morial service.
That reminds , its been six months since the Duke was frad for treason.
Dont worry, Ava is ready. Hoho.
Ian, the head of the family, was not here, so there was no need to invite guests.
However, the aristocratic knights were present.
Ava wasnt troubled, though.
Although the knights could belittle Laritte if there was sothing wrong in the preparations, the fact that Mason Moore was crafting a sche against her was not out of Avas expectations.
She naturally knew that he would try to attack Laritte again during the morial service.
anwhile, Mason thought,
It will be difficult to go against Nanny Ava. Even so, this is your last chance to prove yourself worthy, Madam.
By any ans, he needed to find fault with Laritte at the morial service.
This caused both Ava and Masons worries to deepen.
Without being aware of both of their thoughts, Laritte only wished for the success of the morial service.
She understood better than anyone else how unjustly they were executed under the na of treason.
And thats because there were hallowed rules in the world.
So now, it was Larittes turn to do sothing for them.
She vowed to make sure that the spirits moved on in peace.
Ti flew by as Ian and Laritte exchanged a few more letters.
Then, finally, the day of the morial service arrived.
The morial service was held next to the rose garden of the mansion of Reinhardt.
Upon passing by the iron barrier painted in white around the garden, one would find a large vacant lot.
As could be inferred from the many tombstones, this was the burial ground for those who died in the Duchy.
The lot was fragrant because of the rose garden adjacent to it.
The servants have been found busy with the preparations since morning.
The distance between the pots should be greater! Not less than 13 feet!
I think we should shape the bushes. Go get Peter.
It was under final inspection before the morial service began.
Laritte also seed to be busy. The black dress she wore for the service was a modest one with no puffy design.
The knights grumbled as they entered the lot with only the servants and Laritte present inside.
Its the day of the service, yet theyre still preparing.
Though they muttered angrily, it could be heard by everyone.
Of course, Mason Moore was present among them.
Laritte took a glance at the knights and turned away.
Needless to say, she had no reason to care.
In front of her was a stone plaque bearing the nas of the morial tablets.
The lithograph was an important object made for the morial service. It acted as a symbol for the mory of the deceased.
After a few minutes, a pair of iron shoes and sabaton appeared next to Laritte.
Mason Moore, despite his old age, stood beside Laritte with a much larger and sturdier build compared to her.
Good Morning. Madam.
He greeted her with a gruff voice.
Laritte nodded at his greeting.
Good morning.
Their eyes were fixed on the neatly carved stone tablet.
Even though the surface of the stone looked serene, the spirits it contained werent.
Mason ordered the knights to find fault with the preparations of the morial service. In the hopes of bringing back the true power of the knights.
After the strawberry juice incident, several soldiers seed to have started to place their trust in Laritte, which was dangerous for him.
The employees are still busy. Im worried that the service will be inadequate. Although it may seem to you that an old mans worries are useless.
Laritte had previously been warned by Ava.
If the knights appear to be a nuisance, then she should report it to her.
Laritte knew the ti had co.
Sir Mason Moore?
Its an honor that you know my na.
How could she not know him?
He was the one who stepped up to argue with her last ti.
She rembered every word he said.
Even though he was the superior of the knights, he didnt attend the salutation parade arranged in honor of Laritte.
Sir Mason is the oldest knight in the Order.
Is that so?
I heard that everyone respects you. Im glad to have t you.
Mason tried to figure out what Laritte was trying to say.
He felt nervous, so he wanted to change the subject.
But Laritte had no such idea.
She only had her eyes on the nas written on the tombstone.
She didnt know any of the deceased ones, but she could estimate how great and devoted they were to the Ducal family.
I wish I couldve t them in person like how I t you.
Masons eyes widened.
He expected her to get annoyed at him or excuse herself from him, but her response amazed him.
Shes.. serious.
Perhaps he misjudged Laritte?
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