The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 127

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 127

“…Radis, did you just call me pretty?”

“…”

Radis couldn’t bring herself to answer that question and pressed her forehead to calm the bubbling emotions rising within her.

Unable to honestly reveal her feelings, she just got angry instead.

“Why did you suddenly come looking so pretty? Who are you trying to impress…!”

“Huh? No, I tried wearing some different colored clothes but you didn’t say anything. I thought maybe if I wore something completely bright, you’d notice…”

“I told you not to talk about clothes because it bothers me when Lord Russel mentions them!”

“Oh right. I did say that, didn’t I? But it’s fine now.”

Eve smiled brightly and pointed to his chest with his finger.

“It’s fine as long as I have this.”

What he pointed to was the black corsage that Radis had made for him once.

With a bright red ruby as large as a thumb embedded in the center.

Seeing it, Radis’s face began to turn increasingly red.

Eve swept up Radis’s hair and whispered with his lips almost touching her ear.

“Radis, you can fall for me. No, please fall for me.”

At that sweet whisper, she had to cover her face with both hands and stomp her feet.

“…I’m so annoyed. My pride is hurt… This is irritating…!”

“You were honestly jealous earlier, weren’t you?”

“I wasn’t!”

“It was written all over your face? Jealousy.”

“I said I wasn’t!”

Eve wrapped his arms around Radis and held her tight.

“Wow, I’m really so happy.”

“Ugh…!”

“You’re falling for me like this. Sorry, Radis. I’m just too pretty.”

“Ughhh…”

Radis made groaning sounds but couldn’t help burying her nose in Eve’s chest.

He smelled like the South.

The scent of lush green trees, moist earth, and warm wind was deeply embedded in him.

That nostalgic fragrance mixed with his sweet body scent enveloped her.

She couldn’t help it.

It was almost like a drug.

Radis closed her eyes tightly and leaned her cheek against his chest.

‘Ah…’

Strangely, even though this was an unfamiliar place full of strangers, in that moment she felt as if she had come home.

Olivier, who had arrived at the banquet hall, realized that the atmosphere inside was strangely unsettled.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

He passed by the people who seemed oddly excited and headed toward his seat.

Or rather, he tried to.

“3rd Prince Your Highness…!”

If it hadn’t been for Eve Russel walking over with a fresh smile that was annoying enough to make him irritated, fluttering along.

‘Is he insane?’

Olivier looked over Eve Russel with endlessly cold eyes.

The effort he had made to dress in white clothes from top to bottom after saying he disliked black clothes was somewhat admirable.

However, his behavior was not normal.

Just a few hours ago he had sent that ridiculous letter about severing ties, and now he was coming over acting friendly like this – it was something no sane person would do.

Olivier raised his hand to prevent Eve Russel from coming any closer and opened his mouth.

“Lord Russel. What is it?”

Eve Russel asked with a bright smile.

“Did you receive my letter?”

“…What kind of joke was that letter?”

“A joke? It was a letter containing only pure sincerity without even a hint of jest.”

The corner of Olivier’s lips curled up slightly, creating a cold smile that would have been better replaced with anger.

With that same smile, Olivier walked toward Eve Russel.

And stopped at a distance close enough to feel each other’s breath.

He whispered in a voice as cold as a sharpened blade.

“Fine, let me hear it. What did you want so badly that you’d give up your title?”

Eve Russel said with a bright smile.

“I like Radis.”

As soon as his words ended, the air between them rapidly cooled.

A puzzled light appeared in Olivier’s violet eyes and then disappeared.

And the next moment, he looked somewhat pitiful and somewhat pleased, like someone watching a beloved enemy being dragged to the gallows.

It wasn’t a manufactured expression.

Right now, Olivier was genuinely feeling those emotions.

And for good reason – Eve Russel was the only person who had ever glimpsed, even for a moment, his true feelings that even he didn’t know existed beneath the mask Olivier had created.

In inexplicable regret, Olivier nodded slightly with furrowed brows.

“I see. That could be possible.”

“I think it’s a reason Your Highness the 3rd Prince would understand.”

“Yes. And because of that, you’ll lose everything.”

Olivier continued in a sorrowful tone, his violet eyes sparkling transparently.

“You’ll lose your title and your estate. Your family will be torn apart and all those who carry that blood will either lose their lives or be scattered, and you’ll watch all of that disappear with your own eyes before finally ascending the guillotine last.”

Olivier whispered softly.

“That will be the price for insulting me.”

Then, suddenly, the smile of someone who had gained the upper hand appeared on Eve Russel’s lips.

He looked in a certain direction and suddenly shouted loudly.

“Radis!”

At his voice, Radis, who had been standing in front of the table in the center of the banquet hall, turned around.

Olivier’s face hardened upon spotting Radis.

Eve Russel tilted his head toward him and stood close like an incomparable close friend.

Meanwhile, Radis, who had been pondering what to eat in front of the buffet table, was casually waving at Eve when she spotted Olivier stuck close to him and startled.

‘Lord Olivier…’

Intuiting that she would inevitably hurt him, she had no choice but to slowly lower her hand.

Eve shouted to her.

“Radis, His Highness wants to meet Sir Robert?”

Radis nodded and went to find Robert, who was being held by the knights.

Olivier whispered in a very quiet voice.

“…What are you doing right now?”

Eve Russel leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“If you’re confident you can use them well, take the title and estate. I only need Radis. I’ll just live supporting her or whatever.”

Olivier looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Are you trying to provoke my anger to drive a wedge between her and me? She and I are bound by souls. So firmly that someone like you could never interfere.”

“You’re mistaken, Your Highness the 3rd Prince. How many times have you seen Radis to talk about souls…”

“How many times we’ve met isn’t important. You used her to approach me. You don’t even have the right to worship a single strand of her hair.”

“Why would I worship her hair? Though it is an incredibly sweet color with a soft texture and a tearfully wonderful fragrance…”

To Eve Russel, who closed his eyes as if recalling that sensation, Olivier sent a look that could easily kill a person.

Olivier said coldly.

“I’m going to propose to her today.”

Having watched right beside them how Empress Adrianne and Charle destroyed the souls of three women, he had no intention of delaying his courtship.

“Born split in two, our souls and bodies will return to perfect unity.”

“What time are you planning to do it? I’ll do it before then.”

“…!”

Eve Russel seemed genuinely amused by this situation to death, wearing a wicked smile as she lightly licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

And Olivier….

He had never been this angry in his entire life.

Cracks began to form in Olivier’s perfect mask.

His beautiful lips trembled thinly with rage.

Fine wrinkles formed on his smooth nose bridge, and a cruel light arose in his violet eyes that had always been transparent like jewels.

Olivier spoke with trembling lips.

“Surely, surely there will come a day when you’ll regret this moment to death. Of course, even if you regret it, it won’t be of any use.”

Eve Russel shrugged her shoulders.

“How frightening, Your Highness the 3rd Prince.”

“You…!”

“Will you continue to be angry like that in front of Radis too?”

“…!”

Olivier realized that Radis was approaching from behind them.

He cast one last fierce glare at Eve Russel before elegantly lifting his chin.

And he returned to being Olivier Arpend, the 3rd Prince of the Empire, like a glass doll.

Radis approached carefully and bowed her head slightly to him as she spoke.

“Lord Olivier, this is Count Robert Rodrick.”

Olivier stared at Radis intensely with sorrowful eyes.

Seeing his sad eyes, Radis felt such guilt that she wanted to dig a tunnel and crawl into it right away.

Olivier turned those sad eyes to look at Robert and spoke.

“Count Robert, I’m pleased to meet you like this.”

Robert was at a loss for words upon seeing Olivier.

He had thought that being a prince, he would resemble that wicked and fat Emperor exactly, but it seemed like instead of beans growing where beans were planted, a crystal sculpture had sprouted.

To his rough eyes, Olivier looked exactly like a god of beauty manifested on earth.

Robert barely managed to bow his head and speak.

“…Your Highness the 3rd Prince, it’s an honor.”

Olivier continued speaking in a voice filled with sorrow.

“I heard there was an unfortunate incident during the Trial of White Heat. I promise to definitely root out the ringleader and make an example of them to restore the honor of knights like you who devote themselves to the Empire.”

Robert recalled Zenon lying naked on the arena floor and said.

“If it’s Lord Zenon, he’s probably been punished enough.”

“His backers should also receive sufficient punishment.”

Meanwhile, Radis, who had stepped aside slightly and was quietly listening to their conversation, was truly having a miserable time.

Her mind was in complete chaos.

She liked Eve.

It was annoying, but that seemed to be right.

But she also wondered if this was really right.

In the midst of all this, seeing Olivier looking as sad as a rain-soaked kitten made her chest feel like it was collapsing from guilt.

Radis realized that for Olivier’s sake, she should let him know her feelings at least a second sooner.

‘But I can’t do it here….’

Radis bit her lower lip tightly and looked around aimlessly.

During this, her eyes met with Elizabeth, who was strolling through the banquet hall with noble young ladies.

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