The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 144

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 144

God created Leviathan and cast it down to earth.

Just as God gave him talent, then broke his wings and carved out his heels, forcing him to collapse to the ground.

He focused on the sound echoing from within himself, just as he had when he pressed his ear against Leviathan’s body.

In that moment, he realized there was something blazing fiercely inside him.

It was saying this:

-Burn everything to ashes.

Providence is fickle.

The sky changes color moment by moment, and the sea is busy following those changes.

Life was born frantically according to the flow of time, moving breathlessly to sustain their brief existence before collapsing exhausted and dying.

Everything needed to become more magnificent.

Some sacrifice would be inevitable, but from a greater perspective, it would be at a trivial level.

Even without his intervention, humans died countless times and multiplied again like swarms of ants.

Having decided to abandon compassion for insignificant life and think from a god’s perspective, these words flowed from his mouth.

“Darkness is true rest and peace. Everything that stands in our way shall become offerings to darkness and be buried in secrecy.”

Many talented mages followed behind him.

The Mage Tower called them ‘deserters,’ and the world called them ‘black mages’ and feared them.

However, after much time passed, the world would come to know that they were the true prophets.

Having infiltrated the Empire, he joined hands with Empress Adrianne.

It was to make contact with the enormous power the Empire was secretly hiding.

His plan succeeded brilliantly, and the foolish empress, obsessed with power, handed over Hestia’s Demon Stone to them.

White Mask realized that this Demon Stone was the key to ending this false era and opening a new age.

After long research, White Mask was able to thoroughly understand the current state of the Demon Stone.

That Demon Stone contained enormous power no less than Leviathan’s.

However, the problem was that Hestia’s soul was bound to the Demon Stone by a curse, so that enormous power still belonged to her.

Moreover, Hestia’s soul was firmly protected by Chronos’s seal.

But there was an opportunity.

Chronos’s seal was rapidly weakening, and the curse was eroding Hestia’s soul.

Her soul was still fighting, but it wouldn’t last much longer.

On the day she was defeated, this world would be reborn.

Among the many days he spent waiting for that day, the name of the Tilrod Household appeared before him.

On the desk of smuggler Hover Kradieum, who was purchasing Demon Stones for them in the Grillem region, on an envelope filled with vulgar contents.

It could have been dismissed as coincidence, but he was led by some inevitable pull to visit the Tilrod Household.

“Who are you?”

The mistress of the Tilrod Household, Margaret Tillord, greeted him while lying crookedly on the sofa.

“I’m embarrassed to greet a guest like this. I’ve badly injured my back. Because of that wicked girl I don’t even want to call my daughter!”

As soon as he showed interest in that story, Margaret Tillord poured out harsh words about the household’s eldest daughter, Radis Tillord, like a flood.

But that story was more interesting than expected.

Radis Tillord seemed to have left her home half-willingly, half-unwillingly, and the place she headed to was none other than the Russel Estate.

‘A meeting between the descendant of Alexis Tillord and the descendant of Berard Russel.’

White Mask instinctively realized that Radis Tillord was someone who needed to be watched carefully.

He took out a pouch containing gold coins and said.

“I am someone who follows the Empress’s orders. The Empress is keeping watch over Lord Russel’s movements. Radis Tillord’s movements won’t be unrelated to that either. If you learn anything about her, please send a messenger bird to my subordinate in this region. Then I will reward you more generously.”

Seeing the gold coins, Margaret nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

She had already sold her daughter once. Selling her twice wouldn’t be any different.

After that, White Mask forgot about the Tilrod Household.

But Radis Tillord appeared in a completely unexpected place.

Without any warning, she appeared at the Imperial Arena and reportedly displayed master-level swordsmanship along with miraculous magic.

Unfortunately, his former colleagues from the Mage Tower who had visited the Empire with Laphal’s delegation were at the arena that day, so White Mask couldn’t go to the arena.

According to the information he heard, Radis Tillord had activated magic on the spot without any Demon Stone or preparatory movements for casting spells.

One person couldn’t be both a master who uses sword energy and a mage who could use spells instantly.

At least no ordinary person could do that.

However, it wasn’t impossible.

Because there had been such people in the past.

Namely, Alexis Tillord and Berard Russel.

White Mask immediately came up with two possibilities.

Either the sword she was carrying was Yarek, or a magical artifact close to that level, or she was a successor to the constellation following in Alexis Tillord’s footsteps.

Or both.

All of that would be a huge obstacle to his plans.

However, due to successive incidents, he had no time to investigate anything about Radis.

Because the foolish Emperor had destroyed Umbra, and his equally foolish former colleagues had made a mess of the laboratory trying to steal Hestia’s Demon Stone.

While White Mask was frantically cleaning up the aftermath, Radis Tillord left the Imperial Capital and headed south.

And today she appeared in Willingheim.

As soon as he received word from his subordinate, he headed to Willingheim using a teleportation scroll he had stolen when leaving the Mage Tower.

Margaret, whose back seemed to have healed as she now stood on her own feet, said.

“That wicked girl seems to have gone to the house site in the forest. That’s the only thing over there.”

“Is there someone who can guide the way?”

“The old gardener used to manage that place, but he’s quit now. Yurhee, you roughly know where that is, right?”

The young daughter Margaret designated was so frightened she couldn’t even walk on her own feet.

White Mask carried Yurhee and rode his horse.

She didn’t seem to resemble her sister at all.

She trembled and couldn’t even guide the way properly, and whenever she had a chance, she asked this:

“What’s going to happen now?”

That stupid girl’s foolishness evoked some pity in White Mask.

White Mask had been continuously receiving reports about the Tilrod Household.

So he knew how much the people of the Tilrod Household hated and envied Radis.

He whispered in the girl’s ear:

“Radis Tillord will be punished. Instead, the Empress will bestow great rewards upon the Tilrod Household.”

But that stupid girl didn’t seem to understand his words.

She only trembled but showed no particular reaction.

White Mask spoke again.

“That means you’ll have more magnificent dresses and jewels than your sister.”

At those words, Yurhee Tillord took her hand out of her mouth where she had been chewing on it.

Watching the child who had become quiet with both hands properly folded over her stomach, White Mask smiled inwardly.

Walking through the forest path, White Mask was finally able to find Radis Tillord.

He didn’t rashly close the distance and observed the situation.

According to what he had heard, Radis Tillord was a master-level swordsman and also well-versed in magic.

A direct confrontation with such a person would be dangerous.

Moreover, the person with her was Daniel Sheldon, who had disappeared from the capital.

Though he couldn’t know exactly what state he was in, Daniel Sheldon, who had been one of the twelve spirits of Baekryeong, was as dangerous as Radis Tillord.

He touched the black orb safely stored inside his cloak and thought.

‘This will make a good experimental stage.’

He took it out and muttered in a low voice.

“Everything that stands in our way shall become offerings to darkness and be buried in secrecy.”

Just as he was about to throw the black orb aimed at Radis Tillord.

Suddenly Yurhee Tillord let out a suppressed scream.

“R-run away…!”

At Yurhee’s voice, Radis looked in this direction.

But even if she had noticed, it was already too late.

White Mask threw the black orb toward Radis and shouted.

“Master, Throne, whatever—none of it matters before the flames of the Demon Realm!”

The black substance inside the orb was chaos itself.

In the near future, the flames of the Demon Realm that would purify this entire world and open a new world upon the ashes struck at Radis.

Something flew at her, and before she could even identify what it was, her body reacted first.

Radis stepped in front of Daniel and drew Regia.

[Kyaa!]

Regia, having cut through something, let out a sharp scream.

[Agh! Hot! Hot!]

She was worried about Regia, who was rarely in pain, but there was no time to tend to her.

Something pitch-black spread out to both sides like a bird spreading its wings and came rushing at her.

Regia groaned and shouted.

[That’s the flames of the Demon Realm! You mustn’t let it touch you!]

‘Mustn’t let it touch me?’

[Ugh, those annoying Demon Realm bastards! All they ever think about is crawling into the Human Realm…!]

Regia’s blade began to glow with golden light.

[I hate that it seems like I’m copying Phainos, but I have no choice.]

She could see golden vines extending from the blade.

‘What is this?’

[It’s the light technique I learned from Master Ruu.]

Dazzling light burst forth from Regia, cutting through the flames of the Demon Realm.

Then, golden vines wrapped around the black substance from where the blade had passed.

The flames of the Demon Realm writhed as if alive, trying to avoid the golden vines.

Then the ends of the golden vines split into multiple branches and tightly coiled around the fleeing black substances.

The black substance wrapped in the vines burned a vivid crimson and dripped down to the floor.

White Mask let out a tearing scream.

“Im-impossible!”

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