The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 131

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 131

Radis still kept her sword pointed at the mage as she turned her head to look behind her.

Olivier stood at the entrance to the basement.

He said.

“It’s dangerous. Come this way.”

Radis looked at the mage again.

At that moment, the man pulled something from his chest and shouted.

“…I’ll take it like this!”

The man tore something and reached out, thrusting his hand into the matogu.

The moment his hand touched the mass of thorny bushes, Regia severed his arm.

“Aaaaah!”

With a desperate scream, the man’s figure disappeared.

Olivier spoke in a low voice.

“A teleportation scroll… With that, he could have moved the mana stone to the Mage Tower in one go. There aren’t many long-distance scrolls left even at the Mage Tower, so it was a decent attempt.”

Radis swung Regia and pulled out the mage’s arm that was stuck in the matogu in one stroke.

Then she looked at the mass of thorny bushes with anguished eyes.

“Alexis…!”

Olivier grabbed her shoulder.

“The Empress’s knights will be here soon. We need to get out of here.”

“I can’t leave her behind.”

Olivier looked at Radis with sorrowful eyes.

“Unfortunately, we can’t do that right now. The seal is already at its limit. We don’t know what might happen the moment we extract Hestia from that crude matogu.”

“…!”

“Radis, I’ll explain everything. We need to get out of here first.”

Radis gritted her teeth and asked Regia in her mind.

‘Regia, can you break that seal?’

Regia spoke in a desperate voice.

[No. That’s Chronos’s seal. Even I can’t break it. And if that seal breaks, Alexis will… huu… might go berserk…! No, she definitely will…]

Radis realized there was no solution even if she stayed here.

She reluctantly followed Olivier.

Regia’s crying made her heart ache.

[Waaaaah! Alexis, Alexis…]

As soon as they left the basement, they could see Reveloa’s knights rushing toward the tower.

Olivier walked through the underbrush, avoiding the knights’ attention as if he was used to it.

Radis silently followed him.

He stopped in a clearing where moonlight poured down.

Radis looked at his back and spoke.

“Now please explain.”

In front of an abandoned gazebo without a roof, Olivier turned to look at her.

Radis was surprised that such a beautiful man could have such a sad face stained with misery.

Olivier opened his mouth.

“Everything… I think I can tell you everything. Where should I start from, no, where should I begin? I suppose I should start from my mother’s death.”

He began telling a story from long ago, looking at her with distant eyes.

“My mother, Chartine Pelletier, gave birth to me in this tower and died. After that, rumors spread that her ghost appeared in this tower, and it became a place no one visited.”

In the darkness, his eyes gradually took on a darker hue.

“I was the only one who wanted to meet her ghost. Every night I snuck into the tower like a mouse, searching for Chartine’s ghost. But what I encountered wasn’t a ghost, but the truth. The truth that the Empress had stolen the Emperor’s treasure and hidden it beneath this tower, conducting terrible experiments.”

Olivier continued his story in a voice devoid of emotion.

“Thirteen years ago, there was a change in Alexis’s seal, which had been dormant for nearly five hundred years. It was the first moment the ‘black flames’ occurred. The Empress was deeply fascinated by those fearsome yet wondrous flames.”

At the mention of ‘black flames,’ Radis frowned.

She too had seen a similar existence within Umbra.

That moment when she felt like her entire body would be torn apart by the massive mana, the intense temptation waiting at the end of that pain.

‘Burn everything down.’

The only reason she could resist that temptation was pure luck.

If the necklace hadn’t shone at that moment.

If it hadn’t contained the small flower that Eve had given her.

If Ruu hadn’t helped her and hadn’t passed Regia to her.

She would surely have been consumed by the temptation of those black flames.

Olivier continued speaking.

“The Empress conspired with the ‘Black Mages,’ who were defectors from the Mage Tower, and stole Alexis’s seal. Then she began experiments to weaponize the black flames in this tower.”

Radis sighed, recalling the terrible scene in the basement.

“Why? Why does the Empress want to create such weapons?”

A bitter smile appeared on his lips.

“Desire. That’s why.”

“…What about the Black Mages? Don’t they know what consequences this will bring?”

Olivier answered with a dark expression.

“The mages are the same as the Empress. They too are only faithful to their own desires. The Mage Tower and the Black Mages have different methods, but ultimately the same goal. What they want is the return of the Age of Magic.”

“The Age of Magic…?”

“Long ago, there was a time when World Trees took root throughout the continent and spread mana across this land, filling the atmosphere with mana. The mages hope for that era to return.”

“What does that have to do with Alexis?”

Olivier continued in a slightly lowered voice.

“That’s because Alexis, the ‘Throne,’ is connected to the ‘Infinite.’ Only the Throne can truly freely manipulate mana, the source of all things. What the Mage Tower’s mages want is to obtain infinite power through Hestia’s Mana Stone. On the other hand, what the Black Mages want is much more radical but more certain results.”

“Certain…?”

“They’re waiting for Alexis to go berserk.”

Radis’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?”

Olivier spoke in a gloomy voice.

“The ‘black flames’ are the power of the demon realm. If she goes berserk, a passage to the demon realm will open, even if temporarily. As in the past, the beings of the demon realm won’t miss that opportunity. The gates of the underworld will open, Makai Trees will take root again throughout the continent, and an age of chaos will begin.”

Radis stared intently at Olivier.

She couldn’t understand at all what he was talking about.

“Why? The Black Mages are people too. If Alexis goes berserk and the gates of the underworld open, they’ll be in danger too. How can they wish for that to happen?”

A strange smile appeared on Olivier’s lips.

He spoke gently, like someone teaching a child that one plus one equals two.

“Radis. Beings who only know themselves, who continue forward even knowing their end is destruction. That’s what humans are.”

Radis asked in a heavy voice.

“Are you like that too? Is that why you didn’t stop it even though you knew everything?”

Olivier tilted his head slightly.

His face bathed in moonlight was as beautiful as an angel holding the trumpet of judgment.

He whispered softly.

“Yes.”

A forlorn smile spread across his lips.

“Radis, I hated this place. To the point of nausea. I wanted to change this place into something I liked. To do that, sometimes I had to do things I didn’t like.”

Olivier continued, blinking sadly.

“Whether it was luck or not, I had some talent for magic. Thanks to that, I was able to gather small pieces of information and reach this point. But that was all I knew. Until now, I believed all of this was the Empress’s independent action.”

Olivier’s lips twisted.

“Radis, you saved me.”

“What?”

“Daniel Sheldon. Everyone believed he disappeared to hide Gias’s rampage.”

He slowly shook his head.

“That wasn’t it. He had infiltrated the Tilrod Family using the alias Armano. Why was that?”

Olivier raised two fingers.

“The Tilrod Family, 【Knight Angela】… He was investigating Alexis Tillord. Of course, that would have been the Emperor’s order.”

“…!”

“The Emperor knew. That Hestia was Alexis Tillord, and that her rampage wasn’t far off.”

Olivier smiled with utter futility.

“He knew everything, yet he was condoning the Empress’s experiments. How can someone be so utterly self-centered?”

Olivier began to laugh.

His shoulders trembling faintly, his dark eyes filled with despair.

In that moment, Radis realized that the person standing before her was the real Olivier.

The real Olivier who had lived endlessly twisted alongside dark despair.

Radis dropped the Regia she was holding.

And she ran to Olivier and embraced him.

“Radis, Radis….”

In her arms, Olivier slid down weakly.

“In this place, everyone follows only the principles of their own desires. But I didn’t have that. I just wanted to live. I had to live like this just to survive.”

He pleaded in a helplessly sad voice like a child who had lost his mother.

“I won’t marry Lady Russel. The Emperor made that decision because he wishes for my unhappiness. So I’ll settle everything. Just wait a little. It won’t take long.”

“Olivier….”

“Please, don’t abandon me.”

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