The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 10

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 10

“What, what did you say?”

Margaret’s mouth fell wide open.

“You, you…! Is, is that something to say to your mother?”

“If qualifications are needed to receive treatment as an older sister, isn’t it the same for receiving treatment as a mother?”

“You, you…!”

As the air in the narrow carriage, which had been filled with heavy silence, turned sharp, tears finally welled up in Yurhee’s eyes.

“Stop it already!”

Yurhee screamed at the top of her lungs.

“This is really the worst! Nothing ever goes right because of someone!”

Radis let out a sigh.

If the carriage hadn’t arrived at the Russel Marquis’ Mansion at that moment, one of the three would have exploded.

Margaret made a fuss while comforting Yurhee.

“That’s right, Yurhee! You’re absolutely right. Really, one mudfish is turning the entire pond into a muddy mess. Oh my, my dear child! Stop crying. Your pretty makeup will be ruined, won’t it?”

Yurhee bit down hard on her pink-tinted lips and glared at Radis with reddened eyes.

Watching Yurhee and Margaret, who was carefully wiping Yurhee’s eyes with a handkerchief, Radis slowly shook her head.

It was always like this.

Her family always blamed Radis for the problems of the Tilrod Estate.

Having grown accustomed to this, she too had no choice but to look for the cause of problems within herself.

Radis thought she wasn’t loved because she lacked something.

The family’s path to ruin, the discord between Margaret and Jade, David’s poor swordsmanship, and even the cause of Yurhee’s deficiency that made her constantly whine and throw tantrums – she tried to find the source of all these in herself.

That’s why she always had to try hard.

Even when she had done nothing wrong, she had to struggle desperately to make up for it.

‘I won’t do that anymore.’

Radis steeled her heart once again and followed Margaret and Yurhee out of the carriage.

Seeing their appearance, a maid announced the entrance of the new guests in a clear voice.

“Lady Tilrod of the Tilrod Family, and her two young ladies have arrived!”

Radis opened her eyes wide and took in the sight of the massive doors of the banquet hall opening before her, and the new world unfolding within.

Though the maid announced their entrance, there wasn’t much of a reaction.

The nobles in the banquet hall expressed their indifference toward people from a minor family without even a title in this way.

However, Margaret and Yurhee, unconcerned by such things, prepared to dive into the crowd with bright smiles.

“Well then, Radis, enjoy your first banquet.”

Margaret’s murky green eyes held an unmistakable sense of triumph as she whispered this.

She thought Radis’s expression, hardened with determination, was due to being frightened and nervous.

Margaret hadn’t brought Radis here today to give her a good time.

This was punishment.

Radis had to be humiliated while dressed like a clown.

She had to reconfirm her position in the world and fall into deep despair.

Alone.

Margaret left Radis standing there all by herself while she walked away with her arm protectively around Yurhee’s shoulders.

“Oh my, Lady of Baron Anton! It’s been so long!”

Drawing people’s attention with her loud greeting.

As the two people walking ahead disappeared, Radis had to be exposed to people’s gazes.

Even those who had been expressing their indifference toward minor families through their attitude seemed startled when they saw Radis’s dress.

Radis also chuckled.

‘Well, I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror either because it was so fascinating.’

Margaret’s purpose of making Radis look ridiculous and humiliating her was splendidly achieved.

Having never worn pink clothes before, Radis was able to realize through this opportunity just how unsuitable that color was for her.

The glossy pink silk made Radis’s dusky skin look even darker.

Moreover, the dress’s design was so remarkably adept at hiding Radis’s strengths and emphasizing her weaknesses that it was almost miraculous.

The boldly exposed shoulders and deeply cut back revealed without filter the small scars she had gotten from sword practice, and the ugly skirt with its wrinkled pleats wrapped around her slender figure, making her look like an elongated loofah.

Even Irene, who didn’t like Radis at all, was left speechless when she saw that dress.

‘Don’t mind people’s stares, Radis. After today passes, you’ll never meet these people again.’

Radis comforted herself this way and received a glass of champagne from a maid who was making exactly the same expression as Irene.

Taking a sip of the bitter champagne seemed to calm her agitated heart a little.

Radis turned her back on the gazes following her and headed toward the most secluded window area of the banquet hall.

Fortunately, the 3rd Prince’s birthday celebration was too crowded for people to just keep staring at the strangely dressed woman.

Not only the nobles from this area, but also all the quasi-nobles and riffraff from this region, like the Tilrod Family, seemed to have gathered.

‘Amazing.

When you’re a 3rd Prince, do birthday celebrations become this elaborate?’

Radis looked around the first-floor banquet hall where hundreds of people were making merry.

The banquet hall was decorated so splendidly it was dazzling, and in the center, gifts that nobles were offering to the 3rd Prince were piled up like a mountain.

Radis, who had been looking around the first floor with curious eyes, turned her gaze to the second floor.

The stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor were guarded by soldiers wearing armor engraved with the Russel Marquis’ family crest.

‘They’re not imperial soldiers.’

It seemed the Russel Marquis was solely responsible for the 3rd Prince’s security at this banquet.

Radis looked with an interested expression at the strict security of the stairs connected to the second floor, and the silhouettes of high-ranking nobles looking down at the banquet hall below from the second-floor balcony.

‘The 3rd Prince’s birthday banquets must have been held before too, right?’

Looking back at her previous life, she had been no different from an idiot.

Radis had lived knowing nothing about what happened outside her small world, the Tilrod Family.

There was no one to tell her about what was happening in the world, and she herself had lived without even daring to be curious about, let alone interested in, what happened outside the estate.

It was only around the age of twenty, quite late, after she started going hunting in the Monster Forest, that Radis began to open her eyes to worldly affairs even a little.

‘The Russel Marquis was one of the few families that spared no support for the Imperial Monster Hunting Corps.’

Monster hunting also required money.

Food, workers to transport it, carriages, donkeys, cooks, weapons, horses, armor…

The extermination troops she belonged to were nominally the ‘Imperial Monster Hunting Corps,’ but imperial support was always minimal.

That was understandable, since the empire’s capital was located far from the Monster Forest and didn’t feel much threat from the monsters.

What was important to the imperial family was keeping other nations that coveted the empire’s prosperous territory in check, rather than hunting monsters in distant places.

Therefore, those who felt direct threat from the monsters were the nobles of territories adjacent to the forest, rather than the imperial family.

The forest that emitted magic continuously gave birth to monsters.

Monsters preferred to stay in the center of the forest most, but hunger made them chase after blood.

When winter came and the animals near the forest decreased, hungry monsters would wander around the forest’s perimeter looking for food.

For this reason, noble families of territories adjacent to the Monster Forest would sometimes organize extermination troops within their territories, or support the Imperial Monster Hunting Corps that operated constantly.

Among them, the most generous was the Russel Marquis.

That was why Radis had come here today, even wearing this pink loofah-like dress.

‘I have nothing to offer except monster hunting. If I could somehow join an extermination troop somewhere…’

Radis looked up at the second-floor balcony with earnest eyes.

“Well, that impudent thing was jealous of her younger brother, so she did such a cute little stunt, didn’t she?”

As feared, when Margaret appeared, David’s academy admission cancellation incident inevitably became a topic of conversation.

People threw questions at Margaret with half mockery, half curiosity.

Margaret was grinding her teeth inwardly, but outwardly she was busy defending the Tilrod Family and David.

“David did absolutely nothing wrong. But if David retakes the exam and it’s proven that David’s skills are real, what would become of Radis? Obviously the entire family would want to kick that child out, so kind-hearted David said he’d rather give up his admission and cover up the matter.”

Those who had gathered out of curiosity seemed convinced by Margaret’s words, nodding and saying “Oh, I see,” before scattering to spread the word.

However, only Lady of Baron Anton, who wore a large wig on her head, asked with a face that showed she didn’t understand.

“Why did that child do such a thing?”

“She must have been jealous of my younger brother!”

That was what she had just said.

But Lady of Baron Anton was someone who believed that even young children had reasons when they did something.

Just as she was about to speak again, middle-aged Mrs. Hamel spoke in a slow tone.

“That child, was her name Radis? Sometimes there are children who are that jealous. It would be better to send her somewhere before she has a worse influence on her siblings.”

Margaret’s forehead wrinkled.

‘What petty advice when she’s not even going to send her away herself!’

However, this was the 3rd Imperial Prince’s Birthday Celebration, and her opponent was Mrs. Hamel, who wielded considerable influence in this region’s social circles.

Instead of lashing out according to her temperament, Margaret put on the most pitiful expression possible and spoke pitifully.

“If there’s a better place for that child, then that’s what should be done. She’s too much for me to handle. If any of you ladies have good ideas, please give me advice anytime.”

Every family had at least one or two troublemakers.

All the women present had at least once suffered headaches because of the troublemakers in their own families.

Therefore, they could primarily empathize with Margaret’s concerns.

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