The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 122

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 122

Radis quickly composed herself and stared at the enemy before her.

Honestly, she was surprised.

Rollard’s words were correct.

Mana was a realm permitted only to those who faced the sword with their whole heart and soul.

Radis thought that perhaps she had been underestimating the knight before her too much simply because his intentions differed and his attitude was arrogant.

“Well then.”

Radis continued speaking in a calm voice as she placed her left hand on Regia’s blade.

“Each person’s mission, beliefs, burdens, and pursuits are all different. Perhaps there is no right or wrong in that.”

Her fingertips slowly caressed Regia’s blade.

From where her hand touched, golden sparks flew and pure white sword energy was generated.

This time it was Rollard’s eyes that widened.

“Wh-what? Su-surely that’s sword energy…?”

Radis took her stance while holding Regia wrapped in pure white sword energy.

She said quietly.

“However, if one puts forth only their own beliefs without any consideration, they will end up hurting other people.”

“Sh-shut up…!”

Rollard’s face was disbelief itself.

He couldn’t believe his own eyes.

There was no way an unknown female knight from the South could be a Master.

Even if the sky fell, such a thing would not happen.

So he decided not to believe it.

“Learning nothing but wicked tricks from somewhere and using deception…!”

Rollard swung his sword with all his might.

The sword emanating mana rushed forward, spewing bluish sword light.

In response, Radis also raised her sword.

It was more of a gesture of placing it there rather than confronting.

The sharp tips of both swords clashed in midair.

Screeeech-!

A thunderous roar of tearing metal echoed.

Rollard’s sword was splitting vertically as if it were parchment.

Rollard was horrified to see his sword tearing in two before his eyes.

“Ugh…!”

However, he couldn’t overcome the force of his own momentum as he charged forward in heavy armor.

Radis’s dark eyes, as she stood with her red hair flowing, were as calm as the darkness of night.

In contrast, the white-hot light emanating from the tip of her extended sword was so brilliant it felt almost sacred.

That radiant light came crashing down on Rollard.

He had no choice but to let out a death cry.

“Uh, uaaahhh-!”

Thunk-!

The tip of Regia’s sword struck the hilt of the sword Rollard was holding.

Radis let out a brief sigh.

Then the pure white sword energy scattered like flower petals and soon disappeared.

Radis opened her mouth.

“Lord Rollard.”

“Uh, uhhh…!”

Rollard, having tasted the terror of death, was not in his right mind.

Radis pulled Regia’s tip from the hilt and sheathed her sword so he could regain his composure.

Rollard, holding his sword split in two, collapsed on the spot as all strength left him.

Radis sheathed Regia and approached him.

Then she knelt on one knee before him, met his gaze, and spoke.

“I apologize once more for my slip of tongue.”

“Uh, uhhh…”

“I also witnessed your resolve. Perhaps our intentions may continue to differ… Still, rather than crossing swords so sharply because of that, I will wait for the day when we can sit together and share each other’s stories.”

“…!”

“It was an honor to cross swords with you.”

Radis stood up and extended her hand to Rollard.

Rollard reflexively grasped that hand.

The next moment, he was standing upright in that spot.

Then small cheers began to be heard from the audience stands.

“…?”

Radis looked around.

At some point, the crowd’s attention seemed to have shifted from Zenon and Robert’s confrontation to Rollard and Radis’s duel.

The spectators were rising from their seats one by one, shouting cheers.

“Master-!”

“There are two Masters!”

“Cardia!”

“Cardia!”

“Russel!”

“Russel!”

Then someone let out an indignant shout.

“Reveloa, how shameful!”

“Attacking a candidate seriously and then losing, what kind of disgrace is this!”

“Shameful, Reveloa!”

“A duel with someone not even wearing armor? What has Zenon been teaching!”

Then someone climbed onto the barrier separating the audience stands from the arena and shouted loudly.

“Zenon is not qualified to be a Master!”

“Not qualified!”

“Return the seal!”

Radis, who had been standing quietly listening to the crowd’s cheers, finally realized why Robert had been pressing Lord Zenon so hard.

Radis smiled brightly and waved both hands.

“Everyone, you’re doing great! Please continue!”

Whether her voice was heard was unclear, but the audience stands were now a complete cauldron of excitement.

“Waaahhh!”

“Reveloa, how shameful!”

“Zenon should return the Master seal!”

Radis turned her gaze to the center of the arena.

Amid the pouring jeers, Zenon was still rolling on the ground trapped in his dented armor.

Reveloa’s knights were clinging to him, struggling to remove Lord Zenon’s armor.

However, the armor’s torso structure made it impossible to remove once the chest portion was dented.

Radis ran to Robert.

“Robert, are you okay?”

Robert looked no different from before entering the sparring match, except for having removed his helmet.

Robert placed his hand on Radis’s shoulder and said.

“What about you?”

“I’m obviously fine.”

“When did you learn sword energy?”

“A few days ago.”

Radis shrugged at Robert, who was staring at her with wide eyes, then cast her gaze toward Zenon.

“More importantly, that person is going to die at this rate, isn’t he?”

Zenon’s face was now turning a dark bluish color like a plum.

Robert spoke with a somewhat troubled expression.

“I didn’t intend to go that far.”

“Aren’t you going to save him?”

“If I break the armor, that man will die too.”

“Sigh… It’s always my job to clean up after the captain, isn’t it?”

Radis smiled contentedly and patted Robert’s shoulder.

Then she pushed her way through the Knights of the Rveloa Family.

“Move aside. Let me try.”

She spoke to Regia.

‘Regia, you know what to do?’

[Return the seal, you bastard! Huh, what?]

Regia, who had been chattering excitedly with the audience, made a surprised sound.

[That guy? Wow, Rveloa! Am I going to execute Zenon?]

‘Execute…? Regia, get a grip. We need to remove only the armor without hurting him. Can you do it?’

Regia grumbled.

[The throne is saving a bad guy. Well, that’s not difficult.]

Radis placed Regia against the armor of Zenon, who was gasping and rolling on the ground.

As she infused mana into the sword, she heard Regia’s sinister laughter.

[Hehehe, if we save him too nicely, the audience will be disappointed, right?]

‘What?’

Complex formulas flashed across the blade.

The next moment, Zenon’s body, which had been rolling on the ground, slowly began to float into the air.

“Gasp!”

The Knights of the Rveloa Family surrounding Zenon widened their eyes and staggered backward.

It wasn’t only the Knights of the Rveloa Family who were surprised.

“Uh…”

A bewildered moan escaped from Radis’s mouth as she held Regia.

‘What is this?’

[Older Sister, removing armor in progress.]

Regia was being so polite that Radis couldn’t say anything more.

Flames began to bloom from Regia’s blade, soon transforming into a pillar of fire that spiraled up around the blade.

“…!”

The flames that climbed up the blade formed a round mass at Regia’s tip.

It was as if a small sun had risen at the sword’s end.

At this miraculous sight, the audience began sending cheers that shook the ground.

‘Regia, what are you trying to…’

The next moment, that fireball shot toward Zenon, who was struggling in mid-air.

“…!”

The shot fireball soon transformed into the shape of a woman with outstretched arms.

Her body shone with brilliant golden light, and her hair was flames that danced and flickered.

A beautiful golden crown adorned her head.

Someone among the Knights of Rveloa was heard muttering in a daze.

“The Fire Goddess…!”

However, Radis thought she knew more precisely who it was.

‘Alexis…?’

The fireball resembling Alexis passed through Lord Zenon and flew up to the sky with arms outstretched.

Then it caused a massive explosion at the top of the arena.

Scattered golden particles slowly fell like sleet.

They were neither hot nor did they burn anything.

They were like fragments of light.

They were simply beautiful.

Radis, who had been watching the scene in a daze like the other spectators, came to her senses at the sound of Regia sniffling.

[Sob, Alexis…]

‘Regia, this is…?’

[‘Fire that gives life’… Th-this is a formula Alexis created. I miss her…]

Radis sighed and lowered Regia, sliding her into the scabbard.

‘Rest. I will definitely save Alexis…’

Then Robert, who had walked over with large strides, covered Radis’s eyes with his hand.

“It’s dangerous.”

“What?”

“It’s dirty and dangerous.”

Through the gaps between Robert’s fingers, she could see two naked legs sprawled on the ground.

Radis groaned while placing a hand on her forehead.

‘Ah, Regia, you really…’

Robert asked her.

“Radis, what was that you just did?”

“Ha… I won’t get the seal, will I?”

“Probably not.”

“Phew… I understand. Let’s get out of here first. I’ll tell you somewhere quiet.”

“Alright.”

Radis looked back and forth between Zenon sprawled naked and the Emperor standing dazed on the dais, then followed Robert out of the arena.

The crowd endlessly cheered toward the victors leaving the arena.

“Master!”

“Master!”

“Russel!”

Someone shouted.

“Fire Goddess!”

The flower petals scattered by the crowd covered their entire path in white.

It was a path too beautiful to walk on.

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