I’m Going to Marry a Poor Count in the Middle of Nowhere and I’m Going to Work Hard to Reform My Territory - CH 37

Chapter 37: Lasse and Serge│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com

Charlotte rushes toward her, holding daggers in both hands, but Angelique immediately ducks by turning her body sideways.

She never thought that the self-defense skills her father had taught her would come in handy for the first time when her cousin attacked her.

“Charlotte…”

To protect the newlyweds’ privacy, a blindfold tree is planted between the castle and the detached palace.

The western sky was turning orange, and the courtyard was even less visible than usual before the lights were lit.

The servants were frantically running around in preparation of celebration for the Lord’s recovery.

Angelique has given up on asking for help from anyone.

Angelique quickly extracted the dagger hidden in the folds of her dress and held it with her right hand while resting her left hand on her still un-bulging stomach.

‘Serge…’

When she bit her lips and called her husband’s name in her mind, a big shadow crossed over her head.

It let out a shrill cry as it circled the reddening sky, eventually landing on a slightly larger area of the courtyard.

“Lasse?! Serge!”

‘He was so fast. Did he travel to Bourg as quickly as an express courier?’

“W-What is that…?!”

Charlotte backs away with a look of horror on her face.

Lasse makes another guttural sound and slams a foot with a thud, his fingernails clawing at the floor.

Lasse casts a glance at Charlotte, who slumps to her haunches and exhales through his nose.

Serge leaps from his back, gleaming in the setting sun, and sprints to Angelique.

“Angelique!”

“Serge.”

“This is…”

Serge raised his eyebrows, perplexed, as he held Angelique in his arms.

Serge looks alternately at the two women facing each other with daggers in their hands in the reddish dusk of the courtyard.

Serge gently lets go of Angelique and stands in front of Charlotte who was sitting on her butt.

Charlotte looks up at Serge, forgetting about the situation and admiring his good looks, while Serge looks down at her coldly.

“Angelique, find someone.”

Serge’s words were soothing. But his beautiful face is as cold as ice, and a fire of rage burns behind his blue eyes.

Angelique gave Charlotte one last look before heading to the castle. She had a flirtatious expression on her face as she looked up at Serge.

‘Even now, you’re sending waves of autumn to another’s husband…’

Angelique’s stomach is churning.

When Angelique summoned the servants and maids, they all rushed to the courtyard and screamed at the same time.

“T-There’s something in there!”

“What exactly is that?!”

Lasse gave them a wry look as they tried to flee.

“Don’t worry, everyone!”

“Rather, lend me a helping hand.”

The servants, while terrified of the dragon, seize Charlotte at Serge’s command.

After that, Lasse kicks the floor and clears his throat with a brief “Gururu,” as if to say, [I have to go.]

Because Dragons can see in the dark. He wishes to return to Bourg.

“Thank you. Sari and the eggs are waiting for you.”

Serge reached out and lightly patted him on the belly. Lasse then spread his wings and vanished into the luminous sky in the blink of an eye.

The servants and attendants gathered in the courtyard were stunned, simply staring up at the setting sun.

“Angelique-sama!”

Frederick arrived a little later.

Serge gave a brief explanation of the situation, and Frederick frowned.

“To think something like that could have happened…”

“I guess I wasn’t imagining things when I thought I was being watched.”

“When you got into the carriage near the Krim?”

Charlotte must have been watching Angelique at the time.

She was either spying on Angelique or planning something nefarious at Barthes’ house.

‘Was she going to hurt Marie and Mrs. Barthes?’

Angelique is unsure, but Charlotte realized Angelique was aware of the Barthes’.

“Angelique…”

Serge then pulls Angelique into an embrace.

Serge grips Angelique tightly and turns his icy gaze to the passage through which Charlotte has been led.