When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married - Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Screech.

Screeeecchhh…

The magical violin floating in the air created a strange sound as if slicing its own string. Even if a ghost came and cried, it would not fill the temple with a more terrible sound than this.

There was a legend that the harp was an instrument given to humans by an ancient goddess. Of course, now, it was only playing the role of creating a harmony of pain by adding a tone opposite to that of the violin.

The cursed harmony created by Ikar’s three instruments was not possible simply by magic. It was a hell created by a man who had great musical prowess.

“Ikar!”

“Didn’t I tell you to get rid of the instruments? You madman!”

In the temple hall above the clouds, in front of Seta, Ikar and Olivia, three of four dragons gathered to protest. The blue dragon Ikar clasped his clenched hands tightly over his finely gathered knees.

“I’ll turn the sound down a little each time someone imparts magic.”

If anyone could see it, it was like the appearance of a servant giving advice to a tyrant at the risk of his life.

…In reality, he was just a handsome madman who caused noise pollution.

There was a reason the other dragons did not destroy the instruments Ikar made by force.

If Ikar made a new musical instrument again, it would be an endless roar, and fighting with dragons would be a nuisance. Two thousand years ago, a big fight broke out, and thanks to that, when a mountain range disappeared, even the heads of each dragon had to come out.

After that, everyone restrained themselves.

“Ugh, it’s noisy.”

The dragon, whom Ikar called Uncle, sighed and shared his magic.

“Is this enough?”

Visible magic looked round like a sphere.

The uniquely colored magical energy was transferred to Seta’s hand and absorbed. The dragon’s body was made of magical power. So, if someone offered them magic, they could put it into a part of their body.

Olivia leaned on the ground and turned her head to look at Seta. He smiled as he gazed at Olivia and Ikar.

“Okay, now we just need the help of twenty-one more!”

Even though it was small, it lit the path of beginning. The other dragons also got fed up with the sound of the instruments and began to distribute their magic. Seta, Ikar, and Olivia obtained the help of the dragons by baiting them with the sound of instruments during the day.

Ikar’s magic that was consumed in that way was recharged while he rested at night. He had to maintain his maximum physique to give Seta magic.

A smile appeared on Olivia’s face as they made progress.

Her mind was relaxed, and she sometimes fell asleep at night on her stomach. Then, when she woke up, Ikar’s cat was playing with her hair.

A few days passed like this.

Seta possessed the magic of twelve dragons. It was well over half of the target amount. The sun rose again as the milky temple in the sky lit up.

“Now, if we convince twelve more… Ikar, what are you doing?”

Seta took out the magic that the dragons had given, counted it, and discovered what Ikar was doing. Ikar got rid of the magic instruments he had taken out.

“It’s not enough for us just to be here anymore.”

Most of the dragons passing through this hall cooperated.

“It’s time to separate. If you have something to pack, grab it and go.”

Ikar got up, carrying the black cat back to his robe hood. Because he was tall like a dragon, the sun was shining near the nape of his neck.

Some lazy dragons chose not to come to him and didn’t listen to the music. They must have gone to a corner where the ensemble couldn’t be heard or used magic that nullified the sound. Likewise, the older dragons would not have shown up in the hall because they were less reluctant to help humans.

“So, we go to each of them one by one and make a mess.”

Ikar confidently said ‘make a mess’ in a low voice.

“Is that okay?”

“They may put up a fight, so we should try to avoid it as much as possible. Still, I can’t help it. Be subtle, but you have to be as annoying as possible.”

Ikar’s big, long hands went up to his head. The way he tied his own blue hair into one looked like a general before his battlefield.

As if moved by his words, Olivia put her hands together like a believer.

Alas, I believe!

The cat in his hood didn’t know what it was and cried accordingly.

Meow!

The villa in the mountains where Laritte lived was very far from the Duke’s residence. However, it had been a meaningful place containing many memories of the Duke’s residence from the old days.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the villa.

A total of four wheels were attached to the end of the chair, and thanks to the leg supports, Laritte was able to sit comfortably. She muttered, engraving the scene before her eyes into her mind.

“The villa…”

Laritte remembered the past when she had Brumeier’s surname added to her name.

At that time, she was a small and shabby, a bony girl with scars. The coachman, who came to the villa and took her as if driven out by the County, also ignored her. It was as clear as yesterday when she threw a stone alone behind the departing coachman.

“Laritte?”

Ian, who was holding her wheelchair, leaned his torso and gazed at her. He was worried that Laritte, who stayed quiet, was enduring pain.

“Hoho, it reminds me of the past.”

“Please, don’t make my heart pound. The knights behind me almost ran in surprise.”

As he said, she could see some of the knights that were unloading their luggage from the carriage, even dropping it. In addition to Ian and Laritte, the maids and some knights, Dr. Colin also came to the villa with them.

Glancing at them, she smiled faintly. Laritte was smiling quite naturally, as she had to put up with the emotional expression. Unlike in the past, although her energy was worn out and she was weak and debilitated, she gained a lot.

They were really good people.

If someone were to publish a biography of her humble life, this closing sentence would be appropriate.

—In any case, the illegitimate child Laritte lived happily ever after and closed her eyes.

Ian pushed her wheelchair and went to the villa.

“Which room do you want to use? You can go up to the second floor because it has been kept clean during the time. You can see the scenery at a glance.”

“I don’t care where my room is, but I care about yours.”

When Laritte said that, Ian blinked his eyes.

She explained.

“You have to be next to me. If you’re out of my sight, I am worried that you might have run away somewhere else.”

At her threatening joke, Ian grinned as he grabbed the faded gold doorknob of the villa.

“Didn’t I really promise not to leave now?”

“You said the same thing on that winter day with that mouth, and when I opened my eyes a while ago, there was only Olivia?”

“Really, really, I’ll never go anywhere again…”

“Good. Then, I’ll trust you one more time.”

Ian gave a guilty smile and lightly hugged Laritte. At that, a round object moved under the blanket and sheathed her knees. Butterfly’s sharp eyes looked to see if anyone else had touched her.

Her pale hand stroked Butterfly’s head.

“Dad touched me, so calm down.”

Soon, the maids were busy moving.

They arranged a soft, comfy duvet on the bed where Laritte would be staying, and they doubled and tripled the curtains to keep the cold wind out. It was when early spring appeared, so this was enough for the average person.

However, as Laritte started to get heated up, they had to turn on the fire in the fireplace behind a transparent cover.

It was shortly thereafter.

Many maids wept and carried the basin because Laritte was babbling due to the high fever. The doctor was busy. For Ian, the pleasant and friendly time of the past seemed like a dream. Everything went slowly.

He thought, Laritte will be fine.

Laritte, who was on the bed let out a short sound like a speechless infant crying as her pupils shook to and fro. When a few people held her by her limbs to keep her from moving, Butterfly screamed to keep them from her, chasing them away.

One maid prayed with tears in her eyes.

Even Ian couldn’t get his breathing out evenly because his heart was pounding.

Even so, in his heart, he thought Laritte would be fine. When she woke up again, she would joke around about when she got sick. She would have a happy smile as she still saw her beloved husband by her side.

What a terrible person.

Perhaps, it was a terrible love.

The commotion passed when Laritte fell asleep again. Ian knelt down on the bed where she was sleeping. Then, he rested his head on the bed linen and grabbed Laritte’s left hand.

…Just the two of them in silence.

The lukewarm sunlight between the curtains left long lines along his black hair. Ian turned his head to glance at the sun. The sunlight made his eyes sting, and he frowned.

He murmured unknowingly.

“The end…”

It really feels like the end of everything.

The air of death was touching his nose.

It was him who made Laritte die… Yet he would be here.

Ian lowered his eyelids and closed his golden eyes that were looking at the sunlight.

Meanwhile, in the Temple of Heaven.

“I don’t want to!”

There was a dragon who said that he couldn’t give any of his own magic to a human.

“Follow him!”

And, the three figures, with their eyes shining, followed him with a terrifying force.

“Ah! Hey, give me a little bit of magic power!!”

“Only one penny… no. Only one magic!”

Olivia sprinted in the middle.

“That dragon, it went to the left!”

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