The Eldest Princess Walked the Way of Flowers

The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 12

The Eldest Princess Walking Down the Way of Flowers - Chapter 12

Translator: Yonnee

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Chapter 12's

At that time, Radis almost yelled at Huber to get lost.

But he can't do that.

Huber's voice was quite loud just now, that's why they're attracting so many people right now.

Radis expression hardened.

It was better for him to be insulted by Huber after this. Every time he received some kind of help from someone else just for the show, it was something he could not stand.

Radis took a step back.

"I refuse."

"Why?"

"I told you I had something to do."

“Aren't you just standing in one place now? Where the hell are you going? I'll drop you off.”

Radis pointed in a random direction.

"There!"

Coincidentally, he pointed towards the woman's bathroom.

Huber seems to be embarrassed by this.

What can she do if she wants to go to the bathroom?

While Huber was confused, Radis quickly stepped away and went in the direction she pointed.

Seeing how quickly he rushed, it seemed like he was someone who was in a great hurry to go to the bathroom.

“I'll be waiting for you here!”

Huber could be heard shouting from behind him, but Radis pretended not to hear this.

"Robert. I think he went there."

Radis walked past the ladies' bathroom and onto the curved path leading to the beautiful central garden.

Outside the banquet hall, the garden was quiet, but there were also some people there.

Radis looked around the pillar of the curved path to find Robert, avoiding the attention of others.

But Robert's not here.

"I must have seen it wrong."

Radis felt his pulse slow down.

There's no way Robert's here.

Given his family, he really wouldn't be here.

He might see someone who looks like him.

As the tension in his body subsided, his legs started to hurt.

Standing with her back leaning against the pillar, she lifted her dress skirt slightly to look at her legs.

He had been standing on high heels whose feet had not been used for a long time, and just now, he was running in a hurry to avoid Huber. His toes are numb.

Moreover, those cheap leather shoes gnawed at his heels, and blood welled up.

"Killness."

When he saw how the skin was stuck to his skin, he did not know if this was really a shoe or if it was a torture device.

Radis gritted his teeth and removed the heel from his foot.

When the shoe is removed, blood seeps and drips down.

He stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, staring silently at the pink torture device. His heel was almost completely detached into one.

“Huu..”.

Her legs hurt a little, but she had to wear high heels again as soon as she returned to the banquet hall.

The Marquisate of Louvell was not an easy place to enter.

Just for his purposes today, he had to return to that banquet hall even if it meant that he had to stand on his hands.

He moved with determination, but he began to waver.

It was harder than he thought to walk with a broken heel. Every time he walked, it felt like a bent heel would come off completely.

“Aaah!”

Finally, Radis fell to the ground while shouting.

'Otherness.'

Radis felt extremely ridiculous as he lay helplessly on the floor, his body stiffened.

He tripped.

He was the commander of the Imperial Conquest Force!

He, who had been running non-stop, even after his ankles got stuck in the vines in the forest, even after passing through the black swamp that swallowed his legs!

'Are these heels cursed?'

With doubt in his mind, Radis slowly rose up.

However, it was not easy due to all the layers of her dress.

Radis, who was wearing an uncomfortable dress in these uncomfortable high-heeled shoes, tried to get up, cursing himself as if he was a dull beast.

At that moment.

"Are you okay?"

Radis reflexively raised his head.

“…!”

He was completely shocked, but this was nowhere to be seen on his face.

The man who looked at her as she knelt .. was the most beautiful person she had ever met in her two lives.

His silver hair that reached his shoulders was like a shining silver thread.

Framed by her beautiful hair was a porcelain face that looked like a chef d'ceuvre from an expert craftsman.

The silver-haired man bowed to check on his condition.

When he looked up again, Radis saw the most beautiful amethyst eyes in the world.

At that moment, the bell seemed to ring in his head.

The red lips quickly moved as the bell rang. Even his voice was as beautiful as his appearance.

"Can you stand up?"

Her eyes are clear.

It was a simple description, but he was unable to find another word.

There was no emotion in the clear purple eyes that resembled amethyst.

He did not laugh at her as she fell down so shamefully, nor did he sneer at her silly dress.

He was just trying to help a woman who fell to the ground.

"…HU? Um, yeah.”

"Let me help you. Hold my arm.”

Radis managed to stand by his support. That's awkward.

This was the first time he had been supported by someone for such a long time. The last time this happened was in his childhood when he was still not able to go well.

Holding someone's arm is also the first.

The man's warmth spread to his body, and it was so clear that Radis had to let go of his arm once he managed to stand on his own two feet.

"Thank you."

Radis suddenly realized how close they were.

As he was about to retreat, the man grabbed Radis by the arm.

“…!”

There was a small smile on her red lips when she saw how confused Radis was.

“I didn't mean to surprise you. There's dust here.”

He took out a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his coat and cleaned Radis' arm himself.

The handkerchief felt more like a feather as his arm was touched, and each time the handkerchief fluttered, a sweet scent smelled all around.

Radis felt like he was dreaming.

As she gently cleaned it with a handkerchief, she spoke in a beautiful low voice as if she was singing.

“It must have been a hard day for you.”

Radis didn't know if she said that about her shoes, her dress, or about something else altogether.

However, he continued to speak as if he did not want him to question that.

"Although, if you have the courage for it, you'll get through it all no matter how hard it is."

He smiled gently, looking at her with those clear purple eyes.

How beautiful that smile is. Radis doesn't even realize that she gave him a handkerchief.

He nodded slightly towards Radis to say goodbye, then returned to the park, heading towards the crowd—to the world he was in.

...* * *...

Everyone who moved from the balcony on the second floor and towards the garden all gathered around one person, praising him just to get on his good side.

“The park is very beautiful.”

“I can't believe I could spend time like a dream in a beautiful house with centuries of history! Thank you for inviting me today, Marquis Russell!”

Surrounded by those people was Yves Russell, the ruler of Russell Marquisate and the host of this spectacular banquet.

"To be more precise, this is a separate building."

Amidst the hustle and bustle of those around him, his voice was dry and dull.

He really stood out among the nobles who wore colorful clothes.

Even his clothes revealed his attitude.

Except for his slightly visible shirt collar, everything was black, including a vest that covered his sculpted chest, a coat over his wide shoulders, and tight pants over his thighs.

In addition, most men style their hair with a pomade, swept neatly back or at least pulled up to reveal their face, but the Marquis covered almost half of his face with black bangs that reached the base of his nose.

With his entire face dressed in black, even his eyes, Marquis Russell, who was a difficult person to read, looked quite frightening.

The frightening rumors around him also helped add to this atmosphere.

There were rumors that a demonic monster had cursed him or robbed him of his soul. Even worse, one would say that he himself was a demon monster.

His gaze, which showed no enthusiasm to speak, stopped in one place.

The corner of Yves Russell's lips lifted. With a respectful-looking posture, he greeted the true protagonist of this banquet tonight.

“We celebrate tonight the birthday of the Third Prince of the Cardia Empire. Did the banquet live up to the expectations of His Majesty, Prince Olivier Arpend?”

As he returned to his place in the spotlight, there was no trace of the beautiful smile Olivier Arpend had shown Radis.

He looked like a glass statue with a shining purple gem embedded in the place where the eyes should be.

"I'm very happy. I am even happier now than when I spent my maturity ceremony quietly last year.”

With that cold yet dignified voice, the attention of the audience instantly switched from Yves Russell to Olivier.

"I wish you a happy birthday once again, Your Majesty!"

“Next year, how about spending your 20th birthday once again on Marquis Russell's estate?”

Contrary to the sweet voice of the people congratulating him, there was no feeling of pleasure or pleasure emanating in Olivier's clear eyes.

He was like a puppet that would only speak when the rope on his back was pulled.

“Now, it's time for the party to start in earnest tonight. Should we all go back to the banquet hall?”

At someone's suggestion, the crowd started moving back to the second-floor balcony once again.

Then Yves Russell, who had so far observed Olivier with a curious look, spoke to him.

"So, 'that' is His Majesty's preference?"

Olivier averted his empty gaze and looked at Yves.

His gaze was the same as when he was congratulated by everyone earlier.

"I don't understand what you mean, Marquis Russell."

Surrounded by his followers, Olivier returned to the banquet hall.

As he looked at the figure of the retreating prince, there was a strange smile on Yves Russell's lips.