When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 28

“Rose…..”

She slowly mumbled, grabbing her left forearm with her bloodless fingers.

“May I see it for a moment?”

When she nodded helplessly, Ian carefully unbuttoned her collar and lowered her dress.

Her left shoulder was deformedly positioned under her neck, which looked as pale as a dead body. As

if the blood flow was blocked, accompanied by progressing necrosis.

She bit her lips when she saw the growing blaze in Ian’s eyes.

As if they were saying, ‘How dare you, Rose!’

Laritte asked quietly.

“Do I look fine……?”

“I think we need to fix it right now.”

Ian continued hesitantly.

“……It’s going to hurt a little. Will it be all right?”

Pain. She was used to it.

Even when she was whipped, she didn’t groan or shriek even once. She naturally thought she was fine

with it.

However, before she could stop herself,

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“It hurts……”

She muttered.

Well, she didn’t really care about herself.

Ever since she was born and learned how to speak, she had always repeated over the same words

every time she was being hit.

‘It does hurt. It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine, I’m fine……’

‘It doesn’t hurt.’

‘I’m alright.’

Tears welled up in her eyes again.

“If it hurts…..”

But it was so unlike her. The Laritte from the past would have frowned at her right now.

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She had been tainted by her husband.

“I don’t want to feel pain.”

She mumbled, dazing up at Ian.

For the first time in her life, Laritte gained the courage to admit the truth.

“I don’t want…..I don’t want to feel pain anymore…..”

Her arm trembled mournfully under Ian’s touch.

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Ian, who was staring at Laritte, raised his head and looked up at the ceiling of the carriage, holding

back his own tears.

How sadder can it get?

Watching Laritte confessing for the first time somehow felt like a….punishment to him.

Like it didn’t matter to her if she can never use her left arm again.

She just wanted to avoid the pain, but she wasn’t stubborn either.

At least, letting her feelings out was comforting.

Eventually, she allowed him to touch the injury.

“Then…..”

He stopped his urging tears and held Laritte carefully.

As she pressed her head against his chest, a foreign, soothing warmness, as opposed to the cold

night, enveloped her through the clothes.

She mumbled, pressing down her eyelids.

“I’m ready.”

“……”

She quivered as Ian gently swept his palm on the pale collar of the woman in his arms.

He whispered to her ear below his chin.

“Please hold it in for a second.” “……..” “Don’t bite your tongue. Focus on breathing. Slowly.”

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Laritte straightened herself up at his quiet advice.

Ian firmly held her back, his hand lightly patting her. His other hand working on her shoulder.

After a while, the dislocated shoulder returned to its place. Like a puzzle being solved.

“Gasp!”

Laritte breathed in unconsciously.

It was easy for Ian to fit the bones under the human skin. It was generally useful to him on a battlefield.

In the middle of flying arrows and clanking swords, it sure saved the lives of his subordinates.

“Wake up, Sergeant.” “Huff….huff….My leg! I can’t move my leg….” “Say your last name ten times in

your mind.”

Mixed in blood and sweat, the subordinate’s vision got blurry, which made his breathing sound more

vivid.

It was no different from the scream of death.

It would not be less painful for Laritte either, he thought.

She winced as he gave a short twitch on her shoulder.

“Laritte? Are you okay, Laritte?” “Ian…..”

As Larrite muttered something with her sore voice, he craned his ears to her.

“What did you say? Say it again.” “That dress.”

Ian knew what she was talking about.

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“The dress, I lost it…..Please forgive me.”

Then, as she fainted in front of him, a sudden fear filled his heart.

He must know better than anyone that she was simply knocked out, but still, he wanted to confirm that

she was breathing.

He was only relieved after he checked her heart was beating without any problems.

“Haa….”

She had traveled to the capital in a carriage for several days, but she even had to struggle this way. Of

course, she was lacking energy.

But still, her last concern was that dress.

Such a foolish woman. And he would have to take care of her.

He gritted his teeth.

‘Ha! It’s obvious who took the dress.’

He would never forget that family for what they did.

Carefully lifting Laritte, he got off the shabby carriage and started walking towards his horse.

She was as light as a feather. It felt like she had nothing but bones in her frail body.

After covering her with his jacket, he climbed onto his horse, carefully supporting her with one hand.

He took a hold of the reins, but his eyes kept falling on Laritte.

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The dim sunlight at the horizon was slowly illuminating the path as he picked up his lamp.

Thereafter, Count Redra Reikla and her carriage appeared at the crossroads.

“Captain!”

Redra, who was standing among her men, ran to Ian.

She could clearly see the woman in his arms as she got close to him.

She immediately knew she was the illegitimate child.

“Captain, please pass her onto me. I’ll take her in the carriage.”

“That’s okay.”

Supporting Laritte, he got off the horse lightly.

He carefully entered the carriage with her, opening the door ajar with one hand.

Redra held her breath as she watched it from behind.

The future was clearly visible.

The Duke would have to face all kinds of adversities because of her.

It was not long when he devoted his time to reclaim the glory.

‘I wonder if Miss Rose is going to stay quiet with this. I don’t think so……’

“Hurry up and get in, Count Reikla.”

“I’ll be right there, Captain.”

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She followed him into the carriage. Laritte’s dense facial features showed that she was beautiful

despite her hollow cheeks due to lack of nutrition.

Although her eyes were closed, Redra could feel a hidden mystery through her long eyelashes.

If she was an aristocrat, Redra would have happily declared her to be the most beautiful woman she

had ever seen.

They would have to pass between a couple of hills on their way to the Duke’s mansion.

“……”

This lady would have a torturous journey, she thought.

She was loyal.

She was the owner of the House of Reikla and the third Knight of Reinhardt.

‘I hope I can serve her well.’

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