When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Epilogue

Laritte, who was drunk from the Imperial Party, returned to the Dukes residence. She was escorted by Ian and got off the dazzling carriage. Landing lightly on the road that stretched out to the mansion, she looked like a naughty child.

The employees and knights who came to meet the Duke and Duchess found Larittes wry smile. They thought in unison.

Shes drunk!

Madam didnt seem to be enjoying alcohol, so what was the matter? They didnt know that Laritte continued to drink the strong wine she thought was a light drink though that put a smile on everyones face.

She was so cute, what to do

I wish I had such a lovely child. If the youngest member of the Knights suddenly returned to his hometown and I had to cut wood for three days, I would definitely buy some cupcakes and go home.

The knight in a thick leather robe said casually. The knight next to him tried to tease him, Review your temper first before you want a child like that? The maid Alice put a shawl over Larittes slender shoulders, saying it was cold because it was early spring dawn.

Ava, who had raised Ian since childhood, blamed him by staring at him.

While Madam was like that, what did the Duke do?

Dont be too harsh on me. Shes cute. Besides, the nanny doesnt know how many things happened at the party.

That flower ring on the ring finger of the left hand No way!

At those words, the employees swarmed around Ian and Laritte and greeted them with a word.

A family-like atmosphere with no ill will warmed the cold dawn of spring. In the gap, Laritte saw a mansion built magnificently at the end of the road. Her eyes, or maybe the mansion, twinkled like stars.

This is my house, Ian.

Laritte spoke another word that impressed Ian.

A square bush beautifully decorated by a gardener. Pathway leading to the garden. The sound of a narrow creek with fish swimming. A castle-like white mansion maintained only by a few dozen employees.

Laritte ran hard to the mansion, even in high Mary Jane shoes.

The maid, or the vassals, doing their own duty in the hallway, laughed and spoke. There was no one who would frown at the fact that the Madam was acting like a baby.

The scent of liquor Oh, dear! Madam, you must have had a good time!

Hoho, where did you have so much fun?

Her happy expression prevailed.

Now that Im home, I have to say hello to my daughter.

Naturally, there was only one cat, Ravizenis, that Laritte called like that. In her room, a white-haired cat with jewel-like eyes rolled around on the bed. When the door slammed open with a thumping sound, Ravizenis Butterfly woke up in surprise.

Our lovely butterfly. Mom is here.

Rather than expressing joy that the one it had been waiting for had finally arrived, Butterfly curled its body on the silk. Its tails shook wildly as if it sensed a strange atmosphere.

Whats wrong with Mom? Shes not the kind of person who can laugh like that? It had that look.

Laritte didnt care, knelt down on the carpet under the bed, and hugged Butterfly. Ian, who followed, was stunned and held back his laughter.

Ppfftt.

He saw Butterfly sitting on the bed, barely sticking its face between Larittes shoulders.

Annng. Nyaawnn

The expression on Butterflys face was full of dissatisfaction. If this happened with Ian, Butterflys second favorite, he would get scratched. Laritte also noticed Ians presence, and she hugged Butterfly, and turned her body to him.

Butterfly, if you are a good child, you should say hello to Dad as well. Lets say hello to Dad, who makes a lot of money, to make more money in the future.

Meow.

Dad, hello. Give me a lot of money. Please give me a necklace. Rings are fine, but it cant be fake like the ring you gave Mom.

Laritte waved the sullen-looking Butterflys paw.

Yes. I take the greeting. Now thats enough, wont you let Butterfly go?

Ian tried to stop Laritte for Butterflys sake, but

The problem was that in drunkenness, Laritte kept repeating the same words. She put on a what did I just do expression and saw Butterfly in her hand. Then, she saw Ian standing in front of her.

He thought. Please no.

You should say hello to Dad, Butterfly. Dad, are you back?

St stop

Butterfly. Say he

Ian crouched his shoulder and held back his laughter. This was driving him crazy.

Lets say hello.

Butterfly persevered until the end, even as its expression grew more and more grim as Laritte annoyed it.

Ian gently grabbed Larittes shoulder. They couldnt just keep repeating this situation.

Come on, Laritte. You just greeted me with Butterfly. What should you do now?

Now that she had used up her energy to travel a long way, it was time to stop everything today. Ian expected Larittes reply that she would sleep now.

Youre right. I should also say hello to Bertrand.

Bertrand, Larittes favorite horse, was also her child. She gave Ian thanks, thinking that he had made her remember Bertrand.

Ian slapped his forehead, thinking that such an answer could come.

* * *

Larittes excited footsteps headed towards the stable this time.

The stable was on the opposite side of the Dukes residences main gate, so the shortcut was through the small back door of the mansion. She entered the room used as a warehouse with Ian to go through the back door.

Sneakily, like an explorer exploring an unknown world.

Ian moved his feet carefully, following Laritte. And, the moment they were about to go back out through the door on the other side

Laritte, who stood in front, frowned lightly.

Dont you smell the stables?

No way.

The stables smell was not something that could be felt by an ordinary person.

It was because they had to walk a few minutes after leaving the mansion to reach the wooden door of the stable. Besides, Tom, the stable keeper, was a sincere young man who did his best. The stable was cleaned five times a day, so the inside was always in good condition.

Ian, who has sensitive five senses, still felt only the fresh scent of flowers in the mansion.

Are you saying you can smell the horses?

Although it was clear that Laritte was mistaken, Ian asked faithfully. They were the only ones in this small room, so he couldnt confirm it with anyone else.

My good Bertrand He cant even go out all day, always therein that smelly place. I should have taken him for a walk.

For reference, Bertrand enjoyed a pleasant life by taking a walk in a dedicated vacant lot at regular times every day.

A single tear fell on Larittes white cheeks. She suddenly became very, very sad.

I should have taken him for a walk

The straight eyebrows of the white horse dominated Larittes head. Her tears gradually increased in number, and finally, she wept profusely.

Its really Laritte How can she cry like that without an expression?

Ian was sad because she was sad, but then this situation was funny, and in the end, it was so amusing that he burst into laughter.

Desperately biting his lower lip in order not to offend Laritte. He tried to control his emotions by looking at the shelves in the small room and counting the number of vials. Laritte was already glaring.

You cant even feel Bertrands pain. How can this be funny? You delinquent. Youre like a psychopath without the ability to empathize with what was on the front page of the newspaper.

Im, Im sorryHahaha. Oops.

Bertrand

Ian couldnt stand the feeling of loveliness that rose to the tip of his neck. He had to somehow get rid of this feeling. The next moment, he gently took Larittes hand, grumbling and hitting his chest.

Then

Ian?

With Larittes question, his mouth touched her cheek. Transparent teardrops touched his lower lip. Ian walked away for a moment, wiping the tears that had moved to his face.

Her reddened eyes filled Ians eyes. She really looks like a rabbit.

Excuse me, Wife?

Before she could say anything, he lowered his wide torso again. He asked Laritte to grab his hands and hide them behind his back.

Their hot breaths touched each others faces.

Larittes heart was beating fast, even as her spirits fluttered from the drunkenness. However, in contrast to her, who was completely not noticing, this man, who was full of emotions only limited to her, was full of enthusiasm.

Ian felt that the situation was really moody.

Kissing someone who cried because of the stable smells. Perhaps, they are the most unusual couple among the nobles of the city.

Even when I was fully prepared for a kiss, I failed, and it was like this.

It was good, though.

His large hand wrapped around the back of Larittes head. He was afraid her head would hit the shelf. Before long, Ians upper body descends deeper.

Two hot lips crossed like burning wood in a hearth.

Two bodies touched.

.

.

Laritte, completely immersed in the huge body, blinked and closed her rabbits eyes. She wanted to say, We were both making strange noises. Why is this? but she couldnt because she was completely suffocated.

Later, when Ian heard what she wanted to say, he thought.

Im glad I covered her mouth.

* * *

Not long after that, Laritte went to the stables and apologized to Bertrand for an hour. The expressionless tears could have filled the bucket.

The story behind it made Ian almost die from holding back his laughter again.