When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married Chapter 7

When Ian was young, his mother Selena had nothing to do ever since she began to take care of herself and Ian at the villa.

The Duke also couldnt serve as a caretaker to her, and no one ca to the cottage in the mountains.

Selena, who liked to be in a calm atmosphere from the beginning, was satisfied with him.

She would knit often. She could hold the wool all day long.

Young lan would often run around the villa and co in exhausted.

He would hear the sound of noodles squirting as it boiled down the stove while falling asleep.

Turning her head, Selena would start to knit while sitting on the rocking chair.

Ian, who collapsed after not being able to speak to Laritte, had a dream.

He went back to face his enemy who used to live in the villa with his precious mother.

Did you wake up?

As Selena said that, Ian blinked and shifted his upper body on the bed.

He felt like he had forgotten sothing, so he peered at both of his hands and saw a little childs fingers.

I am sure they were a lot bigger than this.

Im going to have breakfast. Betty said you have been working hard.

Selena put down what she was knitting and raised Ian up.

He felt a sense of Dj vu but soon followed her.

The villa where he stayed as a child was as colorful as a peacock without a speck of dust.

But there was also a cozy side.

A clean, soft-colored wallpaper, that could be seen under the light of an electric lamp, while walking along the corridor.

Are you going to eat here? You could have let send it up.

Good morning, Master.

Did Master sleep without washing up again?

The employees, who followed to serve Selena Reinhardt, were usually energetic and active.

It was the result of the generosity of the Duke of Reinhardt at that ti.

Selena was quiet and fragile. Betty was afraid that she might lose her energy sooner than expected.

In addition, Selena took good care of the employee.

Can you serve my breakfast and Ians?

Yes, madam! Theres an amazing smoked dish. There was a at festival down there, and I brought the best quality from the market.

Cough cough

Oh, Betty. You dont have a cold, do you?

She was a woman who would worry if a maid was sick or not. She was elegant and smooth, and she did not require much formality.

Thats why the employees would often forget that their family was the second most powerful house after the royal family.

Ian liked them for always being loyal to Selena.

There was a ti like this.

The dicine needed for Selenas rapid deterioration had run out.

But when the wagon was in a state of limbo due to heavy snow, a servant volunteered to walk through the snow and buy dicinal herbs.

Also, when young lan got frostbite all over his body, they took care of him like a family. It was that much of a bond.

Its not cold, madam. I had sothing stuck in my throat.

If youre sick, you can tell . What if you ignore it and it gets more serious?

Not in here, madam! Even though its getting cold, there is a hostess who is like the sun!

Ian sat at the table, guided by the maid.

Betty, the maid, approached Ian.

Oh right! Master, your nanny has sent a letter saying that she will arrive at the villa tomorrow after her vacation.

Ian cut up the at and put it in his mouth. Then he raised his head.

Selena talked first.

Hmm. I wonder if she has more grey hair when she cos back. Oh, you must have gotten up early. Does this worry you Ian?

Im fine, mother.

A thought popped out on Ians mind about his nanny.

It certainly seed like his head was getting heavier. Maybe I will have gray hair soon.

Then sothing grazed his mind.

Was she over twenty?

She was a silver-haired young woman.

The strange expression she made all the ti seed to have no emotion.

He wondered if she was uncomfortable with sothing.

But who was it?

He tried to recall the womans na. She said she was his wife.

Wait, Im still a child. What wife?

Then Selena rose up from her seat.

Betty asked,

Madam, have you finished?

I dont feel very well today. I will go sit on the second floor.

But madam, you havent been eating well for days already

Selena beckoned lan to eat slowly and left.

He hurried up to the second floor with the rest in his mouth.

Mothers favorite rocking chair. Where is it now? Ah!

He rembered that the rocking chair was in his room and he went that way.

As expected, Selena was sitting there.

Have you finished your al yet?

I was worried about you, mother..

You sotis treat like I am a fragile grass. Its really just indigestion.

Ian climbed onto the bed and looked over Selena. She was sitting on the rocking chair with a relaxed expression.

Its true. She doesnt seem to be getting sick.

I cant even get sick because everyone is taking care of so well. So dont worry.

Only then did he lay down on the bed, with his mind at ease.

The clean and white ceiling filled his view. The light seed brighter as if soone had added candles to the chandelier.

Ian closed his eyes at it and prayed inwardly.

Please,

May this peace with Mother and the servants last long.

Ian woke up.

He could see a ceiling similar to that of his dream just now, but he couldnt win back those tens of years, so he felt like he was worn out.

The warm atmosphere turned into a cold winter air.

He was shedding tears.

It was not because he was sad, but because of the great heat that his head sent out reflexively.

Laritte was dipping a handkerchief into cold water and wiping the area around his eyes.

Youre up.

She greeted him with her usual calm tone.

I.

cough cough

Ian tried to answer, but his throat was swollen and it was hard for him to speak.

Laritte kept wiping the water from his eyes with an expression he had expected.

He turned his eyes and saw where Laritte would have been sitting. There was, of course, a rocking chair.

The one his mother liked.

Tears fell again as he tried to shift, which he thought had stopped.

This ti, they were filled with sorrow.

Why does she have to like the chair his mother liked?

And take care of as she did?

She

reminds of the past so much.

It might be a natural reason for the tears to flow due to such thoughts and confusion.

Laritte moved the handkerchief silently.

He knew his condition was different from before, but he didnt an to make fun of him or bring this up.

.I would like to.have a.report of the family mbers.

Ian muttered in a hoarse voice.

Not long ago, he was worried about his nanny, his family, and the employees that Selena valued.

Of course, the Imperial family did sothing pitiful to the spys attempted treason.

The Duke did not destroy himself, nor did the villa, which was not sold, but was turned into the Imperial household.

It may have been a judgnt for her who was arranged to beco the Duchess.

The employee also saved a lot.

Except for those who put their nas on docunts that proved treason.

Even though they are in a difficult situation as they are scattered, they may not able to find the right job.

Laritte thought that he too knew this fact.

As such, the spys plotting of rebellion has caused a stir through the empire.

So no need to worry. Most of them would be alive and well.

Its .

Im a part of the Dukes family now.

She did not know his na, but she put up with such cynical remarks.

lan looked up at Laritte. Only then he realized.

The fact that a mber of his family was right next to him.

She only continued wiping away the tears with an expressionless face.

A cool handkerchief running through his forehead also helped in cooling down his red eyes.

In fact, she did not know, many of the employees were orphans.

She did not know, many of them would be starving by now.

So lan could not let go of his worries even with this fugitive body of his, but now he was an exception.

A lead-like heart was watered down very slowly.

There was no more conversation in the room, so it was quiet.

That was all.