The Eldest Princess Walked the Way of Flowers
The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 10
The Eldest Princess Walking Down the Way of Flowers - Chapter 10
Translator: Yonnee
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Chapters 10
“A-What did you just say ?!”
Margaret's mouth was open.
“You, you…! Is that how you treat your mother?!”
“If you say that I should qualify to be called an older sister, shouldn't it be the same for a mother?”
“You, kamuu..!”
The carriage had only been filled with heavy silence so far, but now, the atmosphere changed sharply, and tears finally came out of Yurhi's eyes.
"Stop!"
Yurhi shouted with all her might.
“This is the worst! Who do you think is wrong so that nothing goes well ?! ”
Radis breathed.
If the carriage did not arrive at Marquis Russell's current home, one of the three would explode.
Then, Margaret made a fuss and calmed the crying Yurhi.
“Yes, Yuri! You're correct. A loach actually turns the entire pond into mud. Oh, daughter! Stop crying now, your makeup will wear off.”
Yurhi looked at Radis with red eyes, biting her pink lips tightly.
But Radis only shook her head when she saw Margaret take out a handkerchief and carefully wiped Yurhi's eyes.
Always like this.
His family always blamed all their problems on Radis.
Because that's what he hears all the time, at some point he also thinks the same—that the cause of the family problem is him.
Radis thinks he's not loved because he's lacking.
He thinks that he is the cause of his family's destruction, for the strife between Margaret and Jade, for David's poor swordsmanship, for Yurhi's constant grievances and whines ...
That's why he always tries his best.
Even though he had done nothing wrong, he had to struggle to make up for this shortcoming.
"I won't do it again."
Radis hardens his resolve as he gets off the train with Margaret and Yurhi.
Seeing them appear, the officer announced the names and positions of the guests in a clear voice.
“Monya Tilrod and two Young Women family have arrived!”
Radis opened his eyes wide and watched the huge door to the banquet hall open, opening a new world from within.
Officers escorted them in, but there was no significant reaction to their entrance.
The nobles within the banquet hall expressed their indifference to the people from low-ranking households who did not even have status.
However, Margaret and Yurhi had bright smiles on their faces as they instantly blended in.
“Then, Radis. Enjoy your first banquet.”
Margaret's dim green eyes held an indescribable sense of victory as she whispered to Radis.
Margaret certainly didn't bring Radis here so her daughter could have fun.
He's here to be humiliated.
He was dressed like a clown.
What kind of position would he have in this world within the banquet hall?
Margaret wanted to push him deeper so she wanted Radis to despair.
By ourselves.
Margaret left Radis alone and left, hugging Yurhi's shoulder affectionately.
“Oh, Viscountess Anton! Long time!”
And he attracted the attention of many people by greeting them loudly.
When Margaret and Yurhi disappear, Radis is in the spotlight.
Even those who only expressed indifference to low-ranking families were flabbergasted by Radis' clothes.
Hearing that, Radis smiled.
'Indeed, I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror because I was amazed, too.'
Margaret's goal of humiliating Radis in this way was done quite efficiently.
Since he had never worn pink, Radis was able to realize through this experience that it was not his color.
The shiny pink silk makes Radis' dark skin look darker.
And in addition, the striking decoration of the dress does not highlight its advantages, but the bad side of its appearance.
His unusual shoulders were visible, along with many small scars on his back that accumulated from sword practice. And the wrinkles on the ugly skirt of the dress wrapped around her body in such a way that she looked like a sponge.
Even Irene, who did not like Radis at all, was at a loss for what to say when she saw the dress.
'Don't pay attention to people's eyes, Radis. They are the ones you will never see again after today.'
A mouthful of bitter champagne made his agitated heart slightly calm.
Radis turned from the gazes of those people and headed towards the corner of the banquet hall.
Fortunately, the Third Prince's birthday celebration was so lavish and large-scale that a young lady in strange clothes would not be too intrusive.
Not only nobles in this region, but nobles from all over the country had flocked to this banquet.
'How amazing.'
If he was the Third Prince, would he want his birthday to be celebrated like this as well?
Radis scoured the banquet hall filled with hundreds of people with his eyes.
The hall was dazzlingly decorated, and in the center, the mountains of gifts from the nobles were piled up.
As he scanned the first floor with curious eyes, he turned to the second floor.
The stairs leading to the second floor were guarded by knights in armor carved with the Marquisate of Russell badge.
'They are not soldiers of the Imperial Family.'
The Third Prince's guard knights here seemed to have come from the Marquisate instead.
With a curious look, Radis stared at the tight security around the stairs to the second floor, and he saw the silhouette of a high-ranking noble overlooking the banquet hall from their balcony.
'I'm sure there was a birthday party for the Third Prince in the past as well, right?'
As he recalls his previous life, Radis admits that he was stupid.
He had no idea what was going on in the world outside of the Tilrod family. He only belonged to that small world.
This was because no one had told him about the outside world, and he lived without curiosity or the urge to wander.
Radis opened his eyes to the world only after he was twenty years old, when he went hunting in the magic forest.
'The Marquisate of Russell was one of the few families that did not set aside a fee in support of the Imperial conquest.'
Money is needed for conquest.
Food, workers carrying supplies, chariots, horses, cooks, weapons, armor…
The conquest he followed was called the conquest of the 'Empire', but the support of the Empire itself was minimal.
That's not surprising. The Imperial Capital was far from the magical forest, so they did not sense any danger from the demonic beasts from there.
Rather than the furthest forest filled with these creatures, what was important to the Imperial family was to keep other countries in check, and defend the rich territory they possessed.
Therefore, it was the nobles near the forest who provided support for the conquest because their territory was directly threatened.
A forest that constantly exuded demonic energy would give rise to demonic monsters.
The creatures usually dwell in the middle of the forest, but due to starvation, they begin to chase blood.
In winter, as the number of animals within the forest gradually decreases, hungry monsters will wander out of the forest in search of food.
For this reason, the noble families adjacent to the forest formed an army of conquerors and supported them.
The most generous of the noble families was the Marquisate of Russell.
That's why Radis came here despite wearing this garish pink sponge dress.
'I know nothing but hunting demon monsters. If I can join the conquest somewhere …'
Radis stared at the second-floor balcony with desperate eyes.
...* * *...
“She did a funny thing just because she was jealous of her little brother.”
Just as she was worried, when Margaret arrived, the news of David's cancellation of admission became a hot topic.
People peppered Margaret with questions, a mixture of ridicule and curiosity in their voices.
Margaret was busy covering David and the Tilrod family with gritted teeth.
“David did nothing wrong. But if David repeats the test and proves that his skills are real, what will Radis do? The whole family wanted to expel him because of this, but since my son David was so soft-hearted, he would rather smooth over all this by letting go of his confession. ”
Those who gathered to gossip nodded as if they were convinced by Margaret's words.
However, only Viscountess Anton, who was wearing a large wig on her head, asked without understanding, as if she really did not understand.
“Why did he do that?”
"That's because she's jealous of her brother!"
That's what he said.
However, Viscountess Anton knew that no matter how young a child was, there was always a reason behind one's actions.
As soon as she was about to open her lips again, the middle-aged Madam Hamel spoke in a slow tone.
“That kid, did you say his name was Radis? So there was a child who had a lot of jealousy. Before she becomes a bad influence on her sisters, you better send her somewhere. ”
Margaret furrowed her brows.
'If it's the same advice over and over again, don't say it again!'
However, Margaret could not argue against Madame Hamel. They were currently at the Third Prince's birthday party, and moreover, Madame Hamel had a strong influence in the rural noble society.
Instead of showing her inner thoughts, Margaret put on a pitiful expression.
“If there is a better place for the boy, then I should send him away. He's too much for me. If you all know a good place, please let me know. ”
No family has experienced just one or two headaches.
All the women here had suffered from the problems posed by their own family members.
Therefore, they could sympathize with Margaret's worries.
