The Eldest Princess Walked the Way of Flowers
The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 1
The Eldest Princess Walking Down the Way of Flowers - Chapter 1
Translator: Yonnee
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Chapter 1
In some cases, the lives of some of the firstborn daughters are painful simply because they were born as the firstborn.
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1. The death of just another eldest daughter (The death of another eldest daughter)
A knight on horseback passed through the gates of the family of Tilrod.
The sudden appearance of knights was the beginning of a tragedy.
With the armor entirely covered by the black blood of the demons, with a foul smell enveloping, with the knight's wounds themselves seeping blood through the heavy metal armor.
And it was as if the knight could barely hold a saddle.
“Ugh. .”
The knight, groaning in pain, descended from the horse as soon as the gate of the mansion closed behind them.
The gardener who was working near the fence was startled and immediately ran towards the knight.
“No, Radi. .”
The gardener hastily corrects himself and uses the proper title.
"Young Master David!"
As he tried to take off the knight's helmet, he shouted at the village children who were following the knight to satisfy their curiosity.
“You naughty kids! You're taking a walk? Get out! Leaving!"
“Uwaah! David is dead!"
"You're naughty!"
The fallen knight was David Tilrod, the eldest son of the Tilrod family and Commander of the Imperial Knight Order Expeditionary Force, tasked with hunting demons.
. . . As far as the world knows.
The gardener, who chased away the village children threateningly, quickly laid the knight on the ground and took off his armor.
Shortly thereafter, red hair flowed down and swept over the knights shoulders.
“Yes my goodness, Madam! Please wake!"
Wanting the knight to breathe easier, the gardener straightened the knight's head.
That unconscious face was moistened with the black blood of the devil and the red blood of the knight himself, but there was still a different beauty on that face.
The knight's brows furrowed, then the eyes underneath opened slowly.
“Ugh. .”
"Miss, are you awake? Please let me help you.”
The knight rose from the ground without saying a word, walked slowly and refused the help of the gardener.
With a mixture of sadness and respect, the gardener looked at the figure of the knight who retreated and lowered his head.
...* * *...
At that time, dinner was going well in the Tilrod household.
Margaret, the mistress of the family, was busy taking care of David Tilrod, the eldest son who was sitting at the table.
“David, darling! Eat vegetables too.”
“. . .”
But David was busy looking through a book of poetry.
Sitting across from David is Yurhi, the family's second daughter.
“Let him alone, Mom! Brother is busy looking for a poem to write in his love letter.
"Oh my goodness, love letters?"
David, whose nose was buried in his collection of poems, raised his head and glared at Yurhi.
"Hi! Quiet down!"
“. . .”
“Ohohoho!”
Margaret pushed a plate of meat in front of David.
“David, don't be so hard on your sister. Dating is not something you should hide. But who's the lucky girl? Hohoho!”
Instead of answering his mother, David yelled at Yurhi.
"You're married! Why do you keep coming here ?! Hey, if you and your big mouth want to make trouble, just do it to your husband!”
“What? Big mouth?!”
"Stop stopping!"
Margaret stopped the brothers' and sisters' minor squabbles before moving on to a more serious quarrel.
Then at that moment, a servant approached Margaret.
“Mistress, Mr David has . .”
When the waiter realized that David was sitting at the table, he immediately corrected himself.
“Not— Miss Radis has returned.”
Margaret snapped at the waiter.
"What did you say?"
"The injury is serious."
“. . .”
Margaret sighed deeply, the back of one hand covering her forehead not as a gesture of worry, but of annoyance.
His tableware rattled on the table as he stood up.
After Margaret left, Yurhi put down her own knife when her appetite was gone.
He stared at the fish on David's plate.
Not just fish—it's full of vegetables, bread, and some grilled meat.
No matter how often you look at it, all the tasty dishes are put in front of her brother.
Yurhi stared intently at David who was still focusing on his poems.
He did not even look at his food as he used his own fork to take all the dishes as he wished, as if everything was his.
Finally, Yurhi decided she couldn't take it anymore, so she opened her lips with a sly grin.
“Oh, our poor Radis.”
“. . .”
"He sacrificed everything for his family, for his brother, just to be like this."
David turned sharply to Yurhi when he heard her sarcastic tone.
"What's? A sacrifice?"
"That's right. She had fought the devil because her cowardly brother couldn't do it— for six whole years. She received the title under her brother's name, was awarded a pure mana stone and brought it all home. What else can be called if not sacrifice? ”
“You, watch your language! Who do you call a coward ?! ”
David slammed the table with the knife still in his fist.
“Why should I be called a coward?!”
“Then should I call you despicable ? Come to think of it, Radis was the one who took the Imperial Academy examination on your behalf, which you had been proud of unabashedly. I was only thirteen when it happened, but I remember everything clearly.”
"Shut up."
David's eyes burned with anger.
“Did anyone ask him to do it? Why should I be a coward when he does all that himself? And why should I be despicable? ”
“Oh, right, right! You never asked him! It was all because Mother forced him to do that for his beloved son. And now, the beloved son just lay under the tree with his mouth open, waiting for the apple to fall as Mother shook the tree firmly for him.”
To ridicule him further, he pretended to be under the tree himself, opening his mouth with a red face.
Then, she spoke in a lower tone to imitate her brother's voice, pretending to hold an apple in his hand.
“I hate obligations, but it's good to reap the benefits without having to lift a finger. I'm too scared to hunt demons, but wow! While pretending to be a valiant knight, I was able to meet so many girls! Yes, yummy!”
David jumps up and rushes to Yurhi's side to pull her hair down.
“Argh, release me!”
“I told you to shut up! I never asked for anything like that!”
“Ugh, it's always like this, right?! You are only strong in front of weak people like me and Mom!”
"Shut up! You yourself are only married well because of the money Radis earned! Why are you just criticizing me, you hypocrite!
“Argh! That hurts! Go!"
"Oh I know. Does your husband have a mistress? Gerrick did it, you know, because he really likes young women. I heard that the fate of a daughter is exactly the same as the fate of her mother. Does your husband also have a concubine?”
"What . . . ? You!"
Unable to hold it any longer, Yuri retorted and stuck her nails into David's arm.
David fainted, screaming.
The sisters fight like hyenas, gouging each other's hair, clawing at each other as if they were kids fighting over candy.
Only until Margaret returned did they part with tears in their eyes.
...* * *...
The eldest daughter of the Tilrod family, Lady Radis Tilrod, could not take off her heavy armor and helmet until she arrived home.
When someone took off the helmet and wiped the dried blood on him, it was clear that his face looked terrible.
The once beautiful face now looked skinny like a corpse.
His skin had deteriorated into a mottled purple hue after prolonged contact with demonic energy.
His body is in worse condition.
His condition was no better than the only candle in the roaring wind, the exposure of demonic energy was just cherry on top of all the injuries he had sustained during the expedition.
The old maid who was cleaning Radis' body hesitated before speaking to Margaret.
“Madam, she’s in terrible shape. Shouldn’t we bring in a doctor or a priest?”
Without any warning, Margaret slapped the servant's cheek hard.
“If a doctor or priest finds out that he was exposed to demonic energy and not David, will you be responsible?!”
The servant secretly put away the blood-stained armor, obviously wanting to say something, but decided to remain silent. He also picked up the helmet on the floor and looked at Radis sympathetically.
'Poor young lady. .”
Since she was only a servant, she did not dare to go against the Lady of the House of Tilrod.
As the maid left the room in armor and helmet, Margaret glanced at Radis to the side. Even if he didn't know anything about drugs, he knew instinctively that it was serious.
But what can he do?
He could not call a doctor to heal his wounds or a priest to cleanse the demonic energy.
Then, Radis eyes slowly opened.
His eyes were covered in mist.
Margaret was haunted by unusual dim black eyes, which usually shone with sharpness.
He forced himself to speak in a bright tone, but avoided looking Radis in the eye.
"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? ”
“. . .”
"I'll make you some soup."
Margaret rushed out of Radis' small, narrow room.
