The Eldest Princess Walked the Way of Flowers
The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 8
The Eldest Princess Walking Down the Way of Flowers - Chapter 8
Translator: Yonnee
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Chapter 8's
3. A dreadful banquet (A terrible banquet)
“That boy must have lost his mind.”
Margaret had an ice bag on her head as she muttered.
Yaaw.
Flipping through the catalogue of the dresses, Yurhi yawned without a care. Margaret had muttered the same words more than ten times today.
The matter of her brother's future and the family's honor was only boring for Yurhi, who was only thirteen years old.
Rather than that, it was better for Yurhi to see the catalogue of dresses piled up in her mother's room.
Snow white muslin dress, colorful ribbon, bright yellow, pale pink, elegant blue, beautiful evening dress that suits her ...
Yuri finally made up her mind.
“Yurhi likes yellow!”
Yet Margaret continued to ignore Yurhi, not hearing the teenager's whining while lifting the catalog right in front of her face.
"Mama! I love this yellow dress!”
Only then did Margaret notice her daughter.
"What?"
Yuri spoke clearly.
"Mom promised!"
"What are you talking about?"
Yurhi could feel her stomach sink.
He stomped his feet and shook the catalogue violently.
“Mooooom! You are so evil! Have you forgotten? Third Prince's birthday banquet! Mom must have said that you would buy me a new dress for the banquet!!”
The colorful catalogue was wildly fluttered before Margaret's eyes while Yurhi's loud whimpering voice pierced through her ears.
Margaret could clearly feel her anger rising.
He exploded and shouted at Yurhi right then and there.
"Are you going to freeze to death if you don't get new clothes ?!"
Hearing this, Yurhi's bright green eyes widened in astonishment.
“So you won't buy me new clothes..?”
That's not possible.
He could not wear old clothes to the birthday party of the Empire's Third Prince, Olivier.
If he wanted to, he would be laughed at by that despicable Rosalie.
Yurhi needs to get that new dress somehow.
“Uwaaaaaahhh”
She cried and cried for days. He even went on a hunger strike!
"Ahhhh, quiet!"
Margaret covered her ears.
However, his hands could not do much to resist the child's shrill cry.
Margaret felt she was going crazy.
'It's all because of Radis!'
Just look at how much he suffered because of the false confession charges!
Margaret and Jade attempt to cover up the incident as a practical prank by a sister jealous of her younger brother.
However, despite the rumors, there was one problem they could not fix: Klein Rockton, the admissions officer.
If Klein Rockton was a more flexible person, things would be smooth without a hitch.
However, neither Margaret nor Jade succeeded him.
Klein immediately returned to the academy and immediately asked the Academic Committee to conduct the test once more for David. The committee, seeing that Klein's argument was valid, received a motion for a retest.
The problem is that if David takes the retest, he will be arrested immediately.
Finally, Jade sent a letter saying that she would cancel her son's acceptance to the academy to keep his honor.
Luckily things did not get any bigger than this, but in the process of it all, how many invitations they had to do, how many things had to be cleaned up…!
"B*tch!"
Margaret, who reflexively cursed, gasped and covered her lips.
'How can that weak Radis make a graceful woman like me swear…!'
He was not the only one who was surprised by the aggressive words that came out of his lips.
“M, M, Bu..!”
She had only pretended to cry all along, but Yurhi's eyes started to fill with beaded tears.
As soon as Margaret saw the tears from her daughter's green eyes, she came to her senses, not wanting to make her beautiful daughter angry.
“Ahh, Yuri! No-no. I didn't say that to you!”
“Uwaaaaaah!!”
“This is all because of Radis, that evil boy. Oh my, my dear, don't cry! Okay, okay, let's get that dress for you!”
“Hai, hiks..”.
"Which one do you like? Which green?”
“Hiic, uwaah, si—the yellow..!”
"OK okay! It's also a nice, expensive dress. Stop crying now. Mother's head feels like it's about to split in two!”
After getting what he wanted, Yurhi's tears quickly subsided.
Margaret sighed as she looked at the price written under the yellow dress design.
Then, something caught his attention.
...* * *...
In his previous life, Radis' body was left in a terrible condition.
The demonic energy that entered his system was extremely poisonous to humans.
Those who were exposed were supposed to take enough time to rest while waiting for the demonic energy to dissipate by itself. Otherwise, they would have to go to the temple and pay some money to receive the purification ritual from a priest.
Back then, Radis had no choice but to endure everything by himself.
His skin, which had also been exposed to the blood of demon monsters for so long, had become deep purple, and some parts of his body had even rotted away.
Not just his skin.
Demonic energy seeped into every part of his entire body.
His vision gradually decreased and his body weakened.
In that dire situation, he overcame the limitations of the human body and mind that he thought he could not stand.
He found a way to turn demonic energy into mana.
As a result, he did not die. He's growing stronger.
But it was only a temporary measure.
And there are side effects.
Even though he gained strength from demonic energy, he had to live with the pain of a body addicted to demonic energy.
His vision was blurred and, even when his skin was only slightly touched, it felt like his bones were being crushed.
There were times when the black crystal mixed with the blood he bathed. Every time this happened, he would think that his death would not be long.
So now that he had returned to his sixteen-year-old body, Radis felt supreme comfort for the first time in a long time.
"I can't believe it feels this healthy."
Her bedroom door was locked from the outside, so she slipped away onto the roof by exiting her window.
He had no problem moving at all.
This nimble limb and light body are not uncommon, but they taste good.
Without his body being injured, he practiced swordsmanship even if he did not have a sword in his hand.
He could feel the hot clays of clay on the sunlit roof with his bare feet.
The roof was tilted, but it was like flat ground to him.
He was someone who had once nimbly wandered in the harsh demon forest.
On the steep roof, he walked barefoot and empty-handed.
His foundation was the fundamentals of Imperial swordsmanship that Armano had taught him.
Without the sword, he took the position of knight horses.
Of course, during the battle, there was no time to take this stance perfectly, but whenever he could, Armano's voice seemed to always echo in his ears.
'There are enemies in front of you and there are people you have to protect behind you. In the middle is your sword. You have to observe everything.'
Armano would look into the eyes of the young Radis, who was still in a knight position, and continue.
'There is also something that you should not forget—behind your sword there is someone that you also have to defend worthily. That's you, Radis. You have to protect yourself.'
Armano never said those words to David, and this always made Radis curious.
Why would Armano say this only to her?
His feet stepped on the bricks.
His footwork was the basis of his movements.
Fast, slow, strong, soft.
He moved forward like a flowing stream.
As he lunged, he did not forget to defend his back.
The essence of Imperial swordsmanship was defense.
A knight must not lose control of their emotions like a raging wave.
There should always be room to protect what is behind it, so that its form is ready to reappear at any time, like ripples on the surface of a lake.
Many things had happened since he had studied the Imperial swordsmanship from Armano, and his techniques had changed, but he had never forgotten this essence.
He had already practiced this sword technique dozens or even hundreds of times in just one day.
Regardless of whether he was on dry land, in the harsh forest, or in the vast darkness.
He sometimes lost his balance and fell to the ground, but he would stand back up without fail.
Through his sword he lives.
“Huuu..!”
Wet with sweat and now unable to move a single muscle, Radis was again lying on the roof.
The blue sky above him was endless.
The white clouds scattered in several places, then merged again in other places, reaching as far as possible.
“Langit— very beautiful.”
In his previous life, he had not even been able to look up at the sky.
Only before he died could he look up while he was lying on his deathbed.
However, at that moment, he had already lost almost all of his sight.
Right now, he could clearly see even the edge of the flying clouds.
This alone made her cry tears of happiness.
