The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 119

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 119

Xenon’s squire was a man with quite handsome features.

He had one side of his hair shaved close while the other side was braided long, making his hairstyle immediately eye-catching, and though not as much as Lord Xenon, he wore very ornate armor.

The man spoke in an arrogant tone with his chin raised.

“I said it was sloppy.”

As soon as his words ended, Regia interjected and began squealing in an excited tone.

[Wow! Is he picking a fight right now?]

‘Regia, wait a moment. We’re in the middle of talking.’

[Execution! Execution! Execution! Yoohoo! Exe—cution!]

As if excited by the sudden provocation, Regia’s voice grew louder and louder.

Regia’s voice wasn’t audible to others and pierced directly into her head, but as that voice grew louder and echoed thunderously in her mind, she couldn’t think of anything else.

Radis snapped sharply.

“You’re being noisy, so quiet down.”

“…!”

“….”

Radis covered her mouth with her hand and fell into thought.

‘He was rude first, but if I’m immediately rude back… what happens then?’

She opened her mouth.

“It seems we both misspoke, shall we pretend it never happened…?”

The man’s face turned bright red.

“Are all women from the South like this? Your mouth is incredibly crude!”

He shouted indignantly.

“I am Rollard, a member of the Relbelloa Ducal House Knights and Lord Xenon’s squire!”

At Rollard’s words, Regia cheered.

[Wooooo! Is that an epitaph?]

“I cannot quietly retreat after being insulted by a mere woman from the South!”

[It’s a festival, a festival!]

“However, staining my sword with a woman’s blood would be shameful, so if you kneel and apologize to me right now, I’ll let it slide just once as befits a knight’s duty.”

[Execution, execution! Let’s go to the execution ground!]

With angry Rollard shouting in her face and excited Regia bursting with cheers in her head, Radis couldn’t collect her thoughts.

She eventually had no choice but to slap her scabbard and shout.

“Ah, so noisy! Do you want to get hit? Won’t you be quiet?”

[….]

“…!”

Rollard wasn’t the only one picking a fight.

Lord Xenon moved back and forth as if keeping Robert in check, speaking in a sly tone.

“Robert, was it? I’m curious to see what a bastard’s sword is like.”

“….”

“Ah, my apologies. I didn’t mean to disparage your origins. A bastard as a Master candidate – honestly, I was surprised. I was curious if I could feel the venom of someone who crawled up from the bottom.”

Robert let out a brief sigh while looking at Xenon’s eyes shining with strange anticipation.

Those eyes expected Robert to get angry when his origins were brought up like this.

However, Robert’s nerves had been too well-trained by his half-brother Heron’s sharp tongue to be scratched by words of that level.

Robert flicked the tip of his greatsword and said.

“It seems you became a Master with your mouth.”

At his words, this time Xenon closed his mouth.

His eyes flashed with a sinister gleam from beneath his helmet.

“If that’s how it appeared, then I apologize. I’ll prove that’s not the case.”

Xenon ostentatiously spread his hand, then slowly gripped his sword hilt.

Outwardly, it appeared to be the action of a senior kindly informing a junior of the start of an attack, perhaps too kindly.

However, the ensuing offensive was not so kind.

If Robert’s swordsmanship was Southern style, then Xenon’s swordsmanship was the pinnacle of Northern style.

Southern swordsmanship, evolved through battles with monsters, pursued destructive power even if heavy.

In contrast, Northern swordsmanship, developed through battles between knights and countless wars, was more advantageous in person-to-person combat.

Xenon’s sword, sharply wrapped in mana, thrust in like lightning from unpredictable directions, pushing Robert back.

Watching Robert focus on defense, Xenon shouted with a leisurely smile.

“I wasn’t planning to make it this obvious originally. But your arrogance provoked me!”

By principle, he should have conducted a guidance duel that would allow Robert, as a Master candidate, to fully display his abilities.

However, his master Joseph Relbelloa’s intentions were different.

‘This is a good opportunity to crush the nose of that young marquis who keeps eyeing northern expansion.’

Joseph Relbelloa, who could be called the actual head of the ducal house in place of the aging Duke Relbelloa, spoke in a voice sticky as glue.

‘Lord Xenon, don’t you think the threshold for Master has become too low? It’s ridiculous to revere someone as a Master just because they barely managed to awaken sword aura. Show that bastard of the Rodrick family what the realm of Master truly means.’

Xenon also agreed with Joseph’s thinking.

He had always thought that several Masters, especially the White Knights who had entered the Master realm through dramatically developing their mana via Gias, were unqualified to be Masters.

Let alone a knight from the South who only dealt with monsters!

Even if he was lucky enough to master sword aura, his actual skill would obviously be insignificant.

Xenon intended to completely bring Robert to his knees with an overwhelming difference in skill so that Robert could realize his own inadequacy.

“….”

Meanwhile, Robert, who was blocking Xenon’s attacks using his greatsword as a shield, was thinking this:

‘Is this what a guidance duel is like?’

He had never experienced a guidance duel before.

But he knew one thing.

He hadn’t come here to defeat Xenon.

He thought he could just show some sword aura and play along, but Xenon clung to him like a leech and wouldn’t let go.

While he wasn’t uninterested in Northern swordsmanship, he didn’t find the current situation particularly pleasant.

“Hahaha! Why can’t you counterattack? Is it painful? It must be painful! Try blocking this attack too! Hyah!”

Playing along with Xenon’s attacks as he rampaged excitedly, convinced he held absolute superiority, was by no means enjoyable.

“Hahaha! How about this!”

Xenon now began using complex footwork to unleash irregular attacks.

Robert looked at Xenon charging like a horsefly and recalled the High Priest who had clung to his thick forearm, snorting.

‘Are all Northern people this persistent…?’

He just wanted to quickly finish this situation, guidance duel, Master’s seal, and all.

Meanwhile, the spectators who thought Robert was thoroughly on the defensive began loudly chanting the names of the Empire and Xenon.

“Cardia!”

“Xenon!”

“Car-dia!”

“Xe-non!”

“Relbel-loa!”

Amid the deafening cheers, Robert thought he shouldn’t disappoint the audience hoping for Xenon’s victory.

He deflected Xenon’s offensive while glancing around with his peripheral vision.

‘This should be enough. I should at least pretend to lose.’

Then Xenon’s squire and Radis came into his view.

Radis was apologizing with her head bowed in embarrassment, while Xenon’s squire was raging in front of her.

Xenon’s squire, who had been berating her with a flushed face, suddenly even threw something at her.

“…!”

At that moment, sword aura shot up more than a span from Robert’s sword.

Startled by the sword aura that appeared without warning, Xenon jumped back in surprise.

“Eek!”

There was something Xenon didn’t know.

The man before him wasn’t some novice Master who had barely managed to awaken sword aura.

He was the knight who, in his previous life, had thrust his sword into a dragon’s core, risking death.

Taking advantage of the gap when Zenon’s offensive stopped, Robert swung his sword.

A fierce wind arose between Robert and Zenon, and Zenon’s attacks that had been pouring down like a downpour suddenly cleared in an instant.

It was just a single motion of converting the sword he had raised for defense into an offensive stance.

But with the destructive power and autumn frost-like momentum contained in that motion, the flow of the duel was completely reversed.

Zenon, shocked, shouted angrily.

“What, what’s this! Without any warning!”

Robert answered in a cold tone.

“This is a bastard’s sword.”

“What, what?”

“Can you feel the venom of one who crawled up from the bottom?”

“…!”

Zenon’s face contorted.

Zenon spoke in a low voice, spitting out the words.

“This is why I hate people from the South. They don’t know proper manners and don’t know how to respect their superiors.”

Robert, who had been silent for a moment, opened his mouth.

“You never intended to give me the seal from the beginning.”

If he had even the slightest intention of accepting him as a member of the Master, Zenon could never have said such words.

Hearing his words, Zenon burst into laughter.

“You’re just realizing that now?”

“The qualification for Master is being able to use sword energy. Wasn’t that it? What’s the purpose of ignoring even the established rules and doing this?”

Robert, who was about to ask ‘Aren’t you afraid of the situation where you’ll make enemies with Russel Manor?’, closed his mouth.

Because he realized that perhaps that very thing might be the result Zenon and Duke Rveloa desired.

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