The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 120

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 120

While Robert was lost in thought, Zenon furrowed his brow deeply and gripped his sword with both hands.

“Krhm…!”

With a concentrated groan, sword energy sharply rose from Zenon’s blade.

Zenon looked at the tip of his sword filled with sword energy and burst into a satisfied smile.

He spoke to Robert in a sneering tone.

“If you’re from the South, then stay buried in the southern lands like a southerner and deal with monsters. Don’t you think a Master’s seal is excessive for a sword that just kills monsters?”

At his words, Robert smiled crookedly.

“So you really did become a Master through talk, I see.”

At his words, Zenon’s face crumpled even more.

He answered in a bubbling, boiling voice.

“I’ll prove that’s not the case!”

“Why do you keep trying to prove something? Wasn’t this supposed to be a duel where I challenge for the Master’s seal?”

“…!”

Robert removed his cumbersome helmet and threw it aside, then shook his hair.

Under the blazing sun, his platinum hair shone white.

His gray eyes, now recognizing his opponent not as a sparring partner but as a complete enemy, began to emit a chilling killing intent like a wolf’s fangs.

He spoke in a voice thick with gloomy darkness.

“From here on, this isn’t a duel but a battle.”

Radis looked at Rollard’s gauntlet thrown down at her feet and thought to herself.

‘Regia, you… let’s talk when we get back.’

[…]

She could hear Regia’s apologetic sounds.

[I… it’s been five hundred years since someone picked a fight with me, so I got a bit excited. But that’s understandable, right? It’s been five hundred years, five hundred!]

‘Keep your voice down.’

[Yes, Older Sister…]

While Radis was pondering how to handle this situation, a maid approached them and spoke in a dignified tone.

“What are you lords doing in the Sacred Imperial Arena?”

Rollard quickly stepped forward and spoke in a loud voice.

“That woman insulted chivalry!”

Radis’s eyes wavered.

‘I did?’

Regia whispered ominously to her.

[Burning at the stake, burning at the stake…]

‘Quiet.’

[Yes.]

While she was scolding Regia, Rollard explained the situation to the maid in a booming voice.

“That woman was carelessly handling Lord Robert’s armor, so I gave her a warning, but she insulted me with harsh words. And when I demanded an apology, she made threatening remarks to me!”

There’s a saying that you can’t win against crying children and loud people.

Somewhat confused by his booming voice, Radis said.

“I’m sorry.”

She bowed her head and apologized again for who knows how many times.

“I think I was too nervous coming to an unfamiliar place.”

“No! You can’t end this with just saying sorry!”

Rollard ranted and raved as he spoke.

“Kneel! Kneel down right here, right now!”

Radis sighed and said what must have been her umpteenth repetition.

“Lord Rollard, I am currently wearing the uniform of the Black Knight Order and performing the role of Lord Robert’s squire. Please understand that this is not a situation where I can simply kneel. If you permit it, I will arrange a proper occasion later to formally apologize again.”

However, Rollard would not bend his will.

He burst into laughter and said.

“From the South, not even from the Academy, a woman with no credentials whatsoever – can you call that a knight just because she’s wearing a knight order’s uniform? Don’t you realize that your very existence is an insult to this sacred arena and the real knights of the North?”

At his arrogant words, Radis’s brow furrowed.

Even the maid was surprised enough by his harsh words to raise her eyebrows.

The maid called out to warn him.

“Lord Rollard!”

But Rollard pushed the maid aside and shouted in a resounding voice.

“Therefore, I formally challenge you to a duel! Surely you won’t ignore even this and insult all of this once again?”

There was a reason Rollard was being so aggressive.

When Joseph Relbelloa ordered Zenon to completely crush Robert, his squire Rollard had also been present.

Rollard, who had been too busy picking a fight with Radis to properly assess the duel situation, planned to make Radis kneel when Lord Zenon brought Robert to his knees.

If he did that, his master Joseph Relbelloa would be greatly satisfied.

Perhaps this situation was a golden opportunity to end this tedious squire life and become a knight.

‘Besides, a knight from the South? I absolutely cannot accept it!’

Rollard looked down at the sullen Radis with contemptuous eyes, unable to contain his irritation.

Rollard was a knight who had followed the typical elite course – born into a noble family, graduated from the Imperial Academy, and became a squire to a prestigious knight.

While it might look glamorous on the surface, each step of that process was soaked with his sweat and tears.

He had taken the exam no less than three times starting from age twelve before he could cross the threshold of the Academy.

The Imperial Academy, famous as an elite knight training institute, not only had an entrance as narrow as a needle’s eye, but surviving at the Academy was itself an ordeal.

The Academy’s curriculum was notoriously difficult and arduous, and the communal life was harshly cruel to the point of tears.

Countless punishments, violence and corporal punishment disguised as senior guidance, drills, toxic hierarchies…

Going through all that, he was reborn.

Rollard was someone who believed that such tempering was the way to truly transform a person into a genuine knight.

However, in the South, the bad practice of receiving knight appointment too easily just for pleasing a noble still remained.

Especially how this pretty woman before him had received her appointment was obvious without even looking.

She was literally a living, breathing corruption itself.

Then it was his duty as a true knight to punish that.

Rollard shouted.

“Pick up the gauntlet!”

Radis sighed, trying to calm her boiling insides.

She sent a desperate look to the maid standing in front of Rollard, hoping for mediation.

The maid also had a face that showed she couldn’t understand why Rollard was going this far.

Then the Emperor’s maid approached them and spoke in a solemn voice.

“His Majesty the Emperor has commanded that if Lord Rollard wishes to duel with Lord Tilrod, he should do so right here and now.”

At the maid’s words, Radis widened her eyes and looked at the central dais.

The Emperor was looking at them with a very gentle smile.

‘That damned old man again…!’

As Radis held her forehead and sighed deeply, Rollard shouted at her.

“Lord Tilrod!”

“No, let’s just calm down first…”

Just then, a loud sound came from the center of the arena, followed by an eruption of cheers.

Radis was startled and looked toward the center of the arena.

Zenon was staggering backward.

His armor had a large dent in the center of his chest as if it had been struck by a boulder.

“Argh! My armor! The armor…!”

Zenon, who had been suffering from his crushed armor, collapsed to his knees right there.

She could see knights from the edge of the arena rushing toward Zenon.

Radis felt a shock as if the sky was falling.

‘Did I miss seeing the Captain’s moment of glory because I got tangled up with this idiot?’

However, the extremely excited Rollard paid no attention to the arena situation.

Just as he thought he had no chance of losing to Radis, he firmly believed that Zenon would not lose to Robert either.

Rollard, who was certain of Zenon’s victory without even looking, shouted once more.

“Lord Tilrod! Choose. Either duel with me, or kneel here!”

Radis bent down and snatched up the glove.

“Let’s do it.”

The hand holding the glove trembled violently.

She sent a fiery gaze toward Rollard and spoke each word as if chewing and spitting them out.

“Let’s duel.”

Radis had never understood the purpose of dueling before.

Usually duels seemed to arise from situations like long-held grudges, unbearable insults, or damaged honor.

In other words, it meant giving up on resolving things through dialogue and deciding the outcome through force, which was a method that was rather difficult for her to understand.

However, having missed Robert’s performance because of Rollard, Radis was now able to instantly understand what the purpose of dueling was and why people would throw expensive gloves on the dirt ground saying they wanted to duel.

‘In my life… will there ever come another day when I can see the captain wearing such magnificent armor and sparring while receiving cheers from so many people?’

Given Robert’s personality, it would be impossible.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Robert’s magnificent appearance that she had missed.

…

“There’s no way I can imagine it!”

Radis glared at Rollard with blazing eyes.

Rollard was equally enraged.

He slowly drew his longsword from his waist in a show of force and said.

“Did you think I’d go easy on you because you’re a woman?”

“Please don’t go easy on me.”

“Even if you’re an unqualified knight who hasn’t even graduated from the Academy, you should have known that you could lose your life at any time once you hold a sword.”

“I know.”

Radis said, raising her eyes sharply.

“Why do you think I would ask you to go easy on me, or that I wouldn’t know anything?”

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