When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 110

The cold room in the north with Laritte, whose life had ended, had a quiet and sacred atmosphere.

Except for the fact that the maids and knights stopped by and each left a flower one by one, there was only the coffin in the middle. The windows were also covered with wood to prevent light from entering and raising the temperature.

A sarcophagus made of only three-layered marble encased Laritte’s body, and she fell asleep there.

That was then.

The door to the cold room opened with a terrifying force. Unlike the momentum of opening the door, Ian stood blankly and looked into the room. There was no vital energy in that coffin. He couldn’t believe Laritte was alive!

“Get out of the way! I will bite you off.”

Seta pushed him inside.

At that moment, Ian came to his senses and followed him. While Seta was drawing out the magic he had brought from the temple, the lid of the coffin finally opened and Laritte, with her eyes closed, was visible.

Gorgeous jewels wrapped around her hair and body, as if submerged in a sea of jewels.

It was like winter.

It was winter when spring came and disappeared. Olivia sat down next to the coffin and leaned over her body, and wept because she thought Laritte was alive.

“Oh, my dear…”

Look what I brought.

With her trembling hands, she rummaged through the layers of her upper garment, revealing the dragon’s scale. Tears flowed as she was expecting Laritte to smile brightly. While crying to such an extent that she wondered whether a person could shed tears to this extent, Ian urged Seta.

“So, are you sure she is alive…?”

“I think she is.”

Seta gazed at Laritte in the coffin and swallowed saliva out of concern. Those eyes looked at the invisible person standing at Laritte’s bedside, or more precisely, on her forehead.

“…Maybe?”

Seta found it also difficult to answer.

Standing on the forehead of a woman whose heart had stopped… Because it was Laritte’s soul. The rate at which souls escaped from the foreheads of those who lost their lives varied at different rates. In hot regions, the body quickly decomposed and the soul quickly left the land.

However, because of Ian, Laritte was almost alive.

While the soul was attached, it seemed that the time had come, and she was ready to leave. The multicolored magical powers brought by Seta circled around Laritte.

Most of the magic power was split like a fine thread and spread in all directions. The flow of the world began to change. Some of the giant white magic spheres remained and floated over Laritte. Astrit’s magic entered her chest and made her heart race again.

Thump, thump, thump, thump…

With the heart as the starting point, her pulse began to beat, and the color of her cheeks returned. Even though signs of life were clear, it was not enough like an ordinary person.

Ian became anxious because this warmth was likely to disappear again at any time.

“Laritte. Laritte…”

On the other side, Olivia stroked Laritte’s cheek.

Ian lifted his head and glanced at Seta, whose gaze was directed at Laritte’s soul, who was standing there. As she still closed her eyes and her soul stopped moving, he became impatient.

“The soul has to go back into the body… Why is there no change?”

This was because too much separation had already occurred between the soul and the body.

Ian spoke into the coffin.

“Laritte, can you see me? Can you hear me? You have to get up again. You have to get up again…”

“Now, we have no choice but to wait. We did everything we could.”

Seta sighed and sat roughly in a dustless corner and grumbled.

‘Should I say it was fortunate or unfortunate… It’s good to keep the body as clean as possible.’

“Human man, why were you with a woman in the first place? I have told you many times, but it still ended up like this!”

Ian also had something to say.

He should have told Ian that if all the dragons united, Laritte’s disaster would end. Even if he at least knew that Olivia had gone to convince the dragons…!

Seeing him, Olivia read his heart and muttered apologetically.

“I also thought that I was going to die rather than save Laritte… When I left to meet the dragons, I didn’t even have the heart to tell anyone…”

Seta scratched the back of his head shyly and turned her gaze to the closed window.

“Did this body really know that this method would come true? Coincidence, coincidence, and coincidence…”

Ian leaned against the coffin and looked at Laritte.

“Laritte. My wife.”

He prayed earnestly for her to open her eyes as he would give her anything when she woke up. The moonlight was bright because the window was blocked, and Laritte’s soul, with her eyes closed, was still.

There was an eight-year-old Laritte in a black space.

It was the age at which she entered the Count’s family after being pushed away by Olivia. Young Laritte thought as she looked at her small hands.

…Where is this place? Why am I young?

She thought he had fallen into her last sleep, but when she came to her senses, it was like this. Then, someone grabbed her left hand.

It was Olivia, also younger to fit the eight-year-old Laritte.

― Mom can’t take responsibility for you, so I’m sending you to your Dad. I’m really sorry…

It was a soft tone that Olivia would never have uttered. Her mouth moved on its own and she answered.

— Will you really come to me when I become an adult?

― If you go, eat and wear good things, Mom will make a lot of money. I can promise.

Laritte thought, unconsciously, nodding her head again.

Isn’t this my memory…?

Laritte was abandoned by Olivia, she was sent to the county.

Wouldn’t it be great if she had just described her situation as she was and sent Laritte? At least, Laritte would have endured hell with the belief that ‘someone in this world loves her.’

Fake Olivia took Laritte’s hand affectionately and walked forward.

Following her steps, the surrounding environment appeared on a black background. A large wooden fence rose and surrounded the house of Count Brumeier’s family. In front of the Count’s mansion’s gate, Olivia bowed her back and hugged Laritte tightly.

— Sorry. I love you.

— It’s okay, mom. I can stand strong

Fake maids came out of the mansion and took Laritte with them. Originally, it would have been cold, but everyone warmly welcomed Laritte.

The Count apologized, saying that if he had known he had a daughter like this, he would not have left her starving. Nine-year-old Rose said she had a little sibling, she gave Laritte her own doll, and the Countess offered her warm tea.

In the warm environment, Laritte gradually grew.

Everything around her went perfectly.

It was a fleeting moment in real life, but Laritte felt that in reality a decade had passed, and she had forgotten her real memory of this perfect life. Although she was an illegitimate child, she was Laritte Brumeier loved by everyone. It was her deep inner thoughts…

In other words, it was the ending her soul wanted.

When Laritte, an adult, left the mansion, her soul followed her. She also watched Laritte cuddling with the fake Olivia.

― My daughter! It’s been half a year, and you look taller again! The County is also merciful. Allowing you to see Mom on a regular basis…

She chatted with Olivia. Laritte was smiling brightly with a happy blush.

Her soul smiled broadly by her side.

‘I hope you, who was unhappy in reality, dream of a happy dream and then left.’

Even though Laritte’s soul did not know about the afterlife, she was sure that there would be a comfortable future if Laritte died like this.

It was an intuition that only a soul knew.

Laritte chattered with Olivia.

— Sister Rose is getting married. The Duke is the second most remarkable man in the Empire. How excited is sister that she can’t sleep at night and comes into my bed?

Then, the background surrounding them shook. The soul looked around with an anxious face.

‘…What? Why is this all of a sudden?’

Laritte was only referring to Ian though her hard-earned memories were trying to break into this space.

Only by mentioning the man…?

Even at the moment when her soul was bewildered, Laritte’s time passed quickly.

Fake Ian walked into the mansion to meet Rose.

Laritte opened the gates on her own to welcome her brother-in-law for her own sweet half-sister.

“No…!”

The moment the soul screamed to stop Laritte and Ian from meeting, she faced Duke Ian Reinhardt, not her husband.

― You are Rose’s younger sister, Laritte Brumeier. Nice to meet you.

At this time, Laritte’s response was, ‘sister is waiting, please come in,’ but she muttered it with determination.

“Ian.”

— …Eh?

“…Ian?”

‘What am I doing now?’

Laritte’s expression disappeared, and she returned to her original face. With that, all illusions disappeared and the surroundings collapsed. The backgrounds were folded like paper and vanished into the air, leaving only a black space again.

Only her soul remained with Laritte and glared with a fearsome gaze.

“What’s wrong with you? This way we could be comfortable! You would be happy all the time!”

As she hesitated, not knowing the identity of the soul’s identity, the soul continued to pour out her words.

“You are going back to the painful reality because of that one guy?”

“…Who?”

“I am you. You are me.”

With her soul weeping, she introduced herself to Laritte.

“I want you to be happy.”

Laritte tried to talk to ‘herself.’

After a while, reality.

Seta, lying in the corner, found the soul awake, standing at Laritte’s bedside.

What?

He jumped up, wondering if he had seen it wrong. It was because Laritte’s soul faded even after one glance at Ian.

Seta shouted.

“OH!”

The soul was on its way back into Laritte’s body…!

Ian was also aware of this incident. It was because her fingertips moved slightly. He couldn’t even bear to call ‘Laritte,’ so he held his breath. Then, he raised her upper body in the coffin and hugged her.

“….”

As he moved his trembling lips, he touched Laritte’s face.

When Laritte’s eyelids finally began to twitch, tears ran down Ian’s cheeks and fell on her forehead. Laritte thought.

Oh, what touched my forehead?

Her eyelids lifted.

Blue eyes that captured the real world after a long time and Ian’s distorted expression were very close.

“….”

Although Ian said something, he was overwhelmed and could only breathe. Only his forearm, holding Laritte, had strength.

Laritte smiled softly when she realized he had called her.

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