The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 128

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 128

Radis was so happy to see her that she unconsciously called out her name.

“Ah, Lady Elizabeth…!”

At Radis’s words, Elizabeth suddenly held out her hand resolutely.

Radis hesitated.

‘Oh, was I not supposed to act like I know her?’

However, Elizabeth’s gesture didn’t mean that.

Elizabeth began walking toward them with a dazed expression.

‘This is insane.’

Elizabeth covered her mouth with both hands.

‘I shouldn’t have mentioned theater actors. This is totally a scene from Knight Angela…!’

As Elizabeth approached stealthily with a strange expression, the conversation between Olivier and Robert also stopped.

Radis called out to her carefully.

“Lady Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth covered her mouth with the hand she had extended forward and said.

“Wait… could you just, look this way for a moment…?”

At her sudden request, the four people stared at Elizabeth blankly.

Elizabeth felt as if she had received divine blessing.

‘Ahh…!’

Under the pouring light of the chandelier, Radis was looking at her with worried eyes.

Olivier, standing right behind her, looked unusually deep in thought, his melancholy face as sorrowful and dazzlingly beautiful as a flower in the rain.

And Lord Russel, whose beauty was working particularly hard today, was watching Olivier’s profile with a meaningful smile, from which a dangerous fragrance wafted.

With Robert, the embodiment of masculinity, rawness, and pure male essence, standing at their center…

‘This combination couldn’t be more perfect…!’

Elizabeth let out a moan.

“Ahh…!”

She felt dizzy and swayed.

‘It was a good life…’

Radis grabbed her shoulder.

“Lady Elizabeth, are you feeling dizzy?”

Olivier extended his hand to Elizabeth with a stern expression.

“Lady Russel, please come this way. There’s a chair prepared.”

The moment she grasped that gentle hand, Elizabeth felt she could die right now without any regrets.

Half out of her mind, she collapsed into Olivier’s chest, resting her head against him and whispering softly.

“Ollie, I’m sorry…”

A slightly displeased expression crossed Olivier’s face at the unexpectedly excessive contact, but he gentlemanly supported Elizabeth.

Joseph Relbelloa was clinging closely to the Emperor’s side, spouting all manner of flattery.

“Your Majesty! As Your Majesty knows, I have never once neglected my duties as a duke of the Empire. Don’t you know how much prosperity and wealth the northwest has brought to the Empire?”

However, his words did not reach the Emperor’s ears.

He was currently realizing acutely how he had lived irreversibly lazily for so many long years, and was furious about it.

‘Radis Tillord…!’

When he failed to cast gias on her, the Emperor had simply believed it was a problem with the magical device.

However, the martial prowess she displayed in the arena was something that couldn’t be explained by the word genius.

And the miraculous technique unleashed by her jet-black sword.

The public couldn’t accept that it was a miracle and believed it was trickery, but that technique was no such jest.

It was real.

The Emperor could tell because he had monopolized knowledge of mana and techniques.

Even if they brought the greatest mage from the Mage Tower, it would be impossible to conjure such a powerful and perfect technique in the blink of an eye.

‘Radis Tillord, just who are you?’

The Emperor, once called a hero, keenly sensed the existence of an adversary challenging his authority.

He might have instinctively realized it from the beginning.

That’s why he had so desperately tried to cast gias on her.

However, his plan had failed.

If he couldn’t make her his own, the Emperor had to eliminate her.

Now the problem was how to eliminate her.

‘Thirty years, no, twenty years! No, if it were just ten years ago…!’

The Emperor would have drawn his own sword and leaped down into the arena to personally execute the suspicious knight who had used strange techniques.

But that was impossible for him now.

The Emperor was greatly shocked by the fact that he could barely remember the last time he had held his sword, which had once never left his hand.

‘Daniel, that fellow is no longer by my side either.’

Even Daniel, who had been his sharpest sword, had left him.

Having lost his magical device, the Emperor could no longer create a replacement for Daniel.

The Emperor could no longer fully trust even the White Knights.

The gias cast on them was only one thing: ‘Be loyal to the Empire.’

In his youth, when he believed he was the Empire itself, that had been enough.

But not now.

‘They’re all just trying to steal my position.’

The old tyrant looked around his surroundings with angry eyes.

The Iszad Party nobles were currently clinging to him as if they would offer him their liver and gall, but what they wanted was obvious.

To make Charle the Crown Prince and make Rollis Relbelloa the Crown Princess.

Their loyalty would be directed toward the Emperor only until they achieved that goal.

The Emperor turned his gaze to survey the banquet hall.

Under the chandelier’s light, the Bellius Party nobles and moderate nobles were gathered in small groups enjoying the banquet.

Being more numerous than the Iszad Party, they were not impatient.

They knew that the Emperor’s reign would end someday, and that day was not far off.

They also knew there was no need to deliberately strive to prove their loyalty to the aging Emperor.

The Emperor knew they looked at him as if watching a dying large animal.

He could easily imagine the nobles who would rush to carefully divide and devour that abundant carcass after he fell.

‘Hyena-like creatures…!’

The Emperor swept his hate-filled gaze across the assembly.

Then a group of people entered his field of vision.

The problematic Radis Tillord, her patron the young Lord Russel.

The new master Robert, the intelligent Elizabeth Russel, and his third son Olivier.

They were young and beautiful, shining with brilliant possibilities.

Just like himself in his youth.

“…!”

The Emperor’s hand gripped the armrest violently.

The jeweled rings on his ten fingers dug into his fat fingers, leaving sharp pain.

He recalled what Charle had said to him a few days ago.

‘Your Majesty, my faithful younger brother says he will marry an ordinary woman from an insignificant family for my sake. I intend to respect his noble intention.’

His foolish eldest son Charle seemed to firmly believe that Radis Tillord was truly a worthless and ordinary woman, judging only by her family.

The Emperor felt some pity for his dull heir, but that didn’t mean he intended to pass the throne to Gabriel or Olivier, who loved commoners.

He was the Empire itself.

This Empire was his garden that he had built with blood and sweat and watered and cultivated throughout his lifetime.

He was one who, if possible, would want to bury the entire Empire and be purified with sacred flames along with everything else to head to the Land of the Gods.

But that was impossible.

Then he would rather have the Empire suffer for a long time due to his absence and remember him.

‘If it can’t be mine forever, it doesn’t matter what happens to it.’

The Emperor realized that the moment had come when he had to make the decision he had long postponed.

The Emperor raised his heavy body and stood up from his seat.

“On this joyous occasion today, I shall make one decision for the future of the Empire. It concerns the marriage arrangements of my sons who will lead the Empire.”

At his words, the crowd’s attention was instantly focused.

A pleased smile spread across the Emperor’s lips.

He felt intense pleasure from the gazes burning with desire that were fixed upon him.

Those glittering eyes were telling him something.

That he still stood at the pinnacle of power.

‘I need new strength.’

He had tried grasping it fully in his hands.

But in the end, it all slipped through his fingers.

He realized that the time had come to let go.

By letting go, he would become even stronger.

The Emperor raised his hand and declared.

“After long deliberation, I have chosen a suitable woman to be the consort of my third son, 3rd Prince Olivier Arpend of the Empire.”

He could feel Olivier looking at him with transparent eyes even from a great distance.

Once, he had been deeply captivated by a beautiful woman with the same violet eyes.

‘I want to bear a son.’

Chartine’s eyes held a strange anticipation as she spoke those words.

The young Emperor looked down at the woman he loved and asked.

‘Why?’

Chartine whispered with a smile.

‘Because that child will become the heir to succeed you.’

Upon hearing her words, Claude Arpend realized that one of them—either the Emperor or the Empress—was a monster wearing a beautiful shell.

Chartine might have been a monster sent by the Pelletier Family, who coveted the throne.

Or he might have been a mad monster who, fearing the loss of his throne, couldn’t even trust the woman he loved most.

Looking back, he had known the answer from the beginning.

But he had been young then, and arrogant.

Between the two choices, he turned away from the bitter truth and chose sweet deception.

He offered a cup of wine laced with sterility drugs to beautiful Chartine, the only woman he had ever loved in his entire life, and said.

‘If that’s what you want.’

The suffering Chartine endured afterward was born from his distrust and madness.

Chartine withered away like a rose in a glass bottle for the sin of loving him, and became his forever as an incomplete, immortal love.

‘Olivier Arpend, you are the son born of my distrust and madness. You must enjoy as much glory as I have, and be just as unhappy.’

The massive monster, now grown old, declared.

“I hereby declare by imperial decree the engagement of 3rd Prince Olivier Arpend of the Empire and Elizabeth Russel.”

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