The Eldest Princess Walked the Way of Flowers
The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 9
The Eldest Princess Walking Down the Way of Flowers - Chapter 9
Translator: Yonnee
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Chapter 9's
“Mi... miss, please enjoy...your food...!”
Even Irene's desperate voice sounded funny.
With only bricks on the outer wall as a buffer, Radis climbed up the outside of the mansion and jumped back into his room through the same window.
He had already seen this a few times, but Irene closed her eyes as if she had seen something terrible.
Irene's attitude was still haughty as usual, but at least she had a sense of self-preservation in her
He brought food today, namely boiled pork, boiled vegetables, and a large piece of bread.
Irene shook her head as she disdainfully saw Radis sitting in front of the table smelling sweat, but at the same time, the waiter did not forget to smear Radis' bread with butter.
"Young Master David eats less of this."
Radis glanced at Irene, but the maid directly lowered her head.
"I-I said that you ate well, Madam."
"Shut up."
“I'll be quiet.”
So, silence stretched between them.
The only sound in the room was the sound of flatware hitting the plate.
But it was only for a moment.
“O-Oh, by the way, Mistress..”
Radis grabbed his fork and looked straight into Irene's eyes.
'Oh my God.'
Under the heavy pressure from that gaze, Irene was forced to close her lips and gulp for a moment.
'Why I acted that way ... against the Lady before ...'
It was natural for him to ask such a question.
Radis before David and Radis' academy acceptance celebrations were now completely different people.
Her hair that was cut carelessly was now neatly combed.
With a height higher than most girls his age and a strong body trained for a long time, he no longer bent his shoulders and crouched down like before.
Above all, what changed was the look behind his eyes.
During this time Radis lived with his head bowed avoiding eye contact with others.
Even if he looked up and somehow met the eyes of others, he would flinch and quickly avert his gaze.
His eyes shook constantly, never fixated on anything, always looking away.
But now, Radis' gaze was like a knife that pierced through everything he saw.
Irene, who had always looked down on Radis, could not look him in the eye now.
As the maid lowered her head as if she was an old Radis, Irene spoke.
“...Mrs will call you soon, Madam.”
"Why?"
Irene slightly raised her eyes.
"I think Madam will forgive Madam!"
Radis returned to his meal, slicing the meat with a smile.
"That's very good for her."
"really? It looks like a gift has been prepared. ”
"Gift?"
“I happened to see that box. The madam can look forward to it! ”
Irene smiled broadly, trying to please Radis.
Radis did not return that enthusiasm.
He frowned slightly, took out a piece of meat with his fork, then put it in his mouth.
'You've let me out?'
In his previous life, he was often punished by being locked up in his room.
Margaret, who regards Radis as a thorn in her side, prefers Radis to be locked up in a restroom, pretending never to have a daughter other than Yurhi. That's why Radis was locked up for a long period of time without knowing when he would be released again.
It has been less than a week since Radis was locked up here, but it looks like he will soon be allowed out.
'I think it's much better to keep locked up now.'
This unexpected affection felt even more unpleasant than the usual harsh treatment.
'Besides, there's a reward?'
It's unbelievable.
Radis had never received any gifts in his entire life in the past.
Even during his birthday, no one had ever said 'Thank you for being born.' He never had a birthday cake or any gift.
'Of course, it's different for David and Yurhi.'
Radis put down his fork and knife.
"Geez, are you full now?"
Her chest feels tight. It seems like he can't eat more.
'That's impossible.'
Does his voice—his stifled scream— finally reach his mother?
...* * *...
Margaret sighed softly.
“You are the only person who can help your little brother, who is the pillar of this family, yet you threw dirt all over this household and attacked back to disturb the peace of the family. Besides, it's me with a dress that was specially bought for you.”
And with that dress in front of her, Radis burst into laughter
Even if Radis did not like fashion, she could still tell how old-fashioned the dress was.
The dress, made of bright pink silk and deep pink, had a lustrous shine.
The skirt of the dress was filled with tacky frills that seemed to have been popular about a hundred years ago, and there were many strange large purple ribbons adorning here and there.
'People don't change that easily.'
Radis could only laugh.
He laughed at himself for thinking that his mother had changed.
But this laugh seemed to offend Margaret.
"What are you laughing at? Is my gift to you funny?”
Radis shook his head instead of answering.
That's not her dress.
Radis himself is ridiculous.
He knew better than anyone else that hope would only bring misery, so he could not help but laugh. How could he dare to hope again even after dying so horribly not too long ago?
“This is the perfect dress for me,” Radis said.
Hearing this, Margaret glared at him.
"Big. That's the dress you're gonna wear at His Holiness Olivier's birthday party. Of course it suits you.”
But Yurhi, who was happily wearing her yellow dress, was shocked.
"Mama?"
Radis could see Yurhi's lips twitching as if to say, 'you're crazy?'
That's not said directly, but Radis knows this: Margaret is an arrogant woman who values outward appearance greatly.
No matter how high the cost is, she will always have a dress that is customized every season. So far, she's going to sell blankets so she can pay off her clothing debt.
She would rather sleep with only a thin blanket meant for the summer during the winter, than sell a fur scarf that would cover her shoulders at a tea party.
How could such a person give a dress like this to his daughter and bring her to the party?
"certain."
Margaret looked at Radis with a ferocious pleading gaze.
"Why? After trampling on the family honor and humiliating your little brother, do you think being cooped up in that room is enough of a punishment? Do you really think that's all? Kindness. If you had a conscience at all, even as big as a fingernail, that would be impossible, hm? Don't you think so, Radis?”
...* * *...
Radis decided to attend the birthday party of Olivier Arpend, the Third Prince of Cardia Empire. And this was not because of the 'conscience' Margaret demanded of her.
Now that Radis has accepted this situation as her new reality, she is aware that she must change.
He could not continue sitting quietly in his room while waiting for his bad luck to come knocking on the door.
Just in time, a birthday banquet would be held at the estate of the Marquisate of Russell, the most influential family in the south.
Many people will attend this banquet. Radis did not know when else he could find an opportunity like this again.
It was a vague possibility, but because Radis was so eager to take a chance, he could not let go.
That was why Radis would attend the banquet, even if she had to wear an ugly and tacky pink dress.
“Radis.”
On the carriage that was heading to the land belonging to the Marquis, Yurhi called out to him.
As she wore a yellow dress matching her soft blonde hair, Yurhi looked as beautiful as a spring fairy. But it looks like she's going to cry.
“Do not approach me once we arrive at the banquet hall. Dress it—listed with 90 percent discount in catalog. If anyone recognizes it, what should I do ?! ”
Radis unintentionally tried to answer, 'What's wrong with my dress?' But Radis realized what Yurhi was worried about when she saw his expression.
Radis looked at his little sister with fresh eyes.
Because she grew up with Margaret's skewed affection, Yurhi was a princess who never grew up.
The princess will be engaged to a man from the Viscount family through the full support of the Tilrod family.
It was a good family to marry, considering that the Tilrod family did not have any peerage.
Of course, it is only possible through a suitable dowry.
To collect this money, Radis had to pass through so many demon monsters just for which stone he gave to his family.
Radis' blood, sweat, and tears were exchanged for gold coins used to buy Yurhi dresses and jewelry.
As Yurhi wears a white rose symbolizing the newlyweds and leaves the house of Tilrod while thanking her family, Radis is left lying motionless on her bed, suffering from extreme pain.
On a good day, the moans that came out became a shadow under Yurhi's future.
However, despite getting married without a hitch, Yurhi's happiness doesn't last long.
Even when he was exiled in the mansion, Radis found out about Yurhi's chaotic marriage.
After sighing, Radis spoke.
"Sister girl."
Yurhi just looked at Radis with a puzzled look.
“You should call me 'Sister,' Yurhi. That's how it's supposed to be. Instead of looking at how much the dress is, you should assume the person wearing it is more important. No matter how expensive your clothes—”
"Sister girl? Huh!”
Margaret suddenly cuts off Radis's heartfelt advice.
“You must act like an older sister for you to be called like that! Shouldn't you be behaving in the same way you want to be treated first?”
Radis looked at Margaret with a tired look.
Hearing this, Margaret's skin changed.
"You, why are you looking at me like that?"
“If it's like that, should I start calling you 'Margaret'?"
