When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married - Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Laritte discovered that she was sitting on the coffin and held by Ian in an ambiguous position.

Yes. She was in the coffin!

The problem wasn’t the coffin itself.

Even though the marble coffin looked expensive enough to make her eyes pop out… What were these gems that filled this interior? When she wiggled her left hand on the coffin, rubies and pink diamonds were swept away like waves.

‘It would have been a waste if I had really died and been enshrined with jewels like this. Why did Ian put so many jewels inside…?’

She knew the custom of putting expensive things in for the dead to use in their next life, but… this was too much—!

Even if she lived three lives, she wouldn’t be able to use them all.

…How did she survive in the first place?

As Ian grabbed her head, Olivia hugged Laritte’s body and cried profusely. She felt like she was being held tight by two giant, water-spouting dolls.

“Come on, both of you stop…”

Laritte thanked humans for having two hands, and she patted both of them on the back at the same time. Each time she did, the jewels that filled her lower body fluttered.

“Laritte.”

Ian put Laritte’s name in his mouth.

He also gazed into her eyes and gently curved his eyes. Tears streamed down his dark skin and fell under his chin. Even though he cried so much, he kept his stern and sharp eyes straight to see Larittet rising from the coffin.

A cold and dark room, a place where there was nothing but death.

A place where the only light was the faint light in the hallway that came in through the gap in the open door.

…In the coffin in the middle, Laritte really came to life.

Naturally, Ian couldn’t believe it.

Until just yesterday, he put the jewels into the coffin in which she was sleeping. In a room without a single light, some jewels were placed on Laritte’s dress. When he put another handful, the jewels filled the bottom of the coffin.

Finally, when everything was covered with jewels except for her face and hands on her stomach, he stood by the coffin alone.

Laritte’s eyes would never be opened again, he believed so…

“My dear… wife.”

Ian lowered his head and kissed Laritte’s hand, wiping his tears away. After that, he placed his lips to Larittet’s fingertips, this time rubbing her palms on his cheeks. He looked like a big dog rubbing his entire face in its master’s hands.

While Ian and Olivia were desperate for Laritte, Seta praised himself.

‘As expected, I am great! Didn’t I convince all the dragons…!’

Hahaha!

Of course, most of the balls went to Icar and Olivia though Seta’s shoulders shrugged endlessly. Despite the cold temperature of the room, he was so proud of himself that it seemed necessary to set off firecrackers.

Seta stared at Laritte with eyes that suddenly remembered something.

“Human, why did you stare at him so much when you were in a spirit state?”

Apparently, the soul standing on Laritte’s forehead stared at Ian before entering her body. Ian was shocked when Seta’s finger turned towards him, and he asked Laritte.

“Were you staring at me?”

…Why?

Could it be that Laritte suddenly started to hate him? He remembered the stories of people who were about to die and then miraculously survived. There were also rumors that they suddenly had a different personality than before.

Maybe Laritte, too…?

When she came back to life after being dead, he was suddenly worried that she might not want to see him any longer.

“La, Laritte. If you hate me after coming back to life…”

Ian held Laritte’s hand firmly.

To anyone who saw him for the first time, he had a terrifying look on his face, but to Laritte he was like a child.

“I can let you go…”

The next moment, he hardened his face, startled by what he had said.

“No, I can’t do that either… May I take back what I just said?”

He looked like he was broken.

“Of course, if you tell me to go away… No, though—But if you want… Still, I…”

Laritte covered his mouth, thinking that Ian had another strange imagination. Had she become a little daring because she died and came back to life?

However, she was mostly the same as before her death.

For over ten years, she lived as a ‘lively Laritte with a good family environment,’ though those memories were quickly forgotten like a dream after waking up. It was because it was the kind of dream that the soul had shown her.

She cleared up Ian’s misunderstanding.

“I had a conversation with a child called my soul within me. Don’t worry, I didn’t look at you, she did.”

Seta’s eyes twinkled, intrigued by the story of the soul. Even though dragons had a lot of information about magical powers, research in other fields was often fuzzy. Due to their long lifeline, they were a slow race by nature.

“You refer to the soul as if it was an individual human being. What conversation did you have with the soul?”

“Ah, so…”

Laritte recalled the events just before waking up to reality.

“It’s you who wants you to be happy.”

A soul that looked just like her that spoke against the black background. Except for the fact that the body was transparent, it was Laritte itself, but the personality seemed a little different.

She murmured like a child.

There was nothing but Laritte and her soul. They sat together on the black floor and talked. The reason the soul showed her a false illusion was because she hoped that she would no longer be in a difficult reality.

It would have been easier for her to live daily life as it was and die when she died. She also learned that she could somehow come back to life if she chose reality.

Laritte’s soul scratched the floor angrily as she stuck out her lower lip.

“Why did you go crazy when you saw that man?! Is the Duke so important to you?”

It did not feel like she was scratching anything because it was a space of nothingness with only black color, but it seemed to relieve the soul’s mood.

Laritte recalled the illusion she had just experienced. Although it was a little faint, she still remembered everything correctly.

She and Rose rejoiced when the fake Count Brumeier traveled away for work. It was because every time he came back, he bought a present. The beautiful butterfly-shaped hairpin with the southern craftsmanship was Rose’s, and a green bracelet with a very unusual knot for Laritte.

Both were equally loved.

She smiled spontaneously at the happy memories and buried her face in her arms on her lap. The soul pushed her face to Laritte, who sat to her left and persuaded her.

“Let’s go back to the fantasy. Even if you see the man, pretend you don’t know him. As a soul, I feel really at ease after death… I am you. It’s all for you.”

Because the two were strangely linked to each other, Laritte understood the soul’s sincerity. In this space, she also knew intuitively that after death was warm.

Laritte opened her mouth to the soul.

“Of course, this life is good. Mom tried to explain why I had to go to the Count’s family by explaining the situation. Half-sister kindly shared her share with me, and she never discriminated against me…”

“That’s why…!”

“If it’s for me, the choice will be right.”

Still, Laritte wanted to wake up in the real world.

It was because of Ian.

“It was because Ian is more precious. So I just have to wake up… He’ll be waiting for me to come back.”

The soul was shocked to learn that Laritte was saying such a selfless thing and got up from her seat. Blushing her face, she shouted.

“Why do you say that? I’ve always hated you like that!”

“….”

“You must learn to value yourself the most!”

It wasn’t her fault that Larittet’s low self-esteem was low, so it would be rude if others had said so. Despite that, this was the story the soul told herself.

Laritte shook her head and rose after the soul.

“No, this is not a choice I make because I am not precious.”

She used to be a person who did not know how to love herself, but now, she was different. It must be for one reason that she said that Ian was more precious.

“The one who loves is the one who loses.”

Ian must have cherished her more than himself, so with Laritte, would it not be a fair deal? Because of that, she made a choice for Ian. It was a different decision from the past Laritte, who had low self-esteem.

…If possible, she wanted to see the ‘real’ people she missed.

Only then did the soul understand her will and shut her mouth. There was silence in the dark space, but it wasn’t scary.

Laritte extended her hand to the soul.

“Let’s go back now.”

The soul glanced at her hand and grimaced as if holding back her weeping, “In the future, there will always be difficult things in reality. He can’t stop you forever.”

“Then, I’ll take care of it. We are an equal couple.”

As the soul continued to hesitate, she waved her hand again.

In the end, her soul embraced Laritte.

“I’m sorry I just said something harsh…”

“I don’t mind.”

“Actually, I always support you.”

The soul became blurry.

The lips of the soul mumbled something but faded like smoke mixed with water. As the soul had already said it over and over again, Laritte was able to interpret it.

—Because I am you…

She felt her own heart swell with something. She didn’t feel like it, she actually did. The soul was on the way back into Laritte’s real body. Of course, it was an added bonus that she glared at the real Ian before that.

That bad punk.

The guy who made Laritte had to live in reality again!

While doing so, she returned to Laritte’s body completely, and she opened her eyes.

Laritte took Ian’s hand and walked out the door of the mansion. She stopped on the ground right in front of me. The moonlit night was filled with workers and knights crying and preparing for her funeral.

As she was thinking about how she would greet them, the first to find Laritte was a small, freckled maid. With her reddened eyes, she carrying the flowerpot crossed her stray gaze.

CRASH!

The maid dropped the flowerpot without a word.

“….!”

Another maid, who was around her, spoke.

“Why are you so clumsy? What if the dead Madam found it noisy at your sound…”

Sniffled, she then wiped her nose when she saw the Duke and Duchess. The next moment, the maid also dropped her own share of the flower pot.

With that sound as a starting point, they all saw Laritte and dropped what they were holding—one by one, like a slapstick. Some of the knights fell on their legs because there was nothing they were holding.

“Kyyaaaaak??!”

The knights also shouted loudly.

“Uwwaaaahhh!”

Cries of surprise, joy, and disbelief filled the night sky.

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