The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 145

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 145

With a shout, he threw another black orb.

Now understanding how the spell worked, Radis rushed forward and slashed the orb.

Golden vines wrapped around the split orb, and the demon realm’s flames burned red within before being neutralized.

Witnessing this scene before his eyes, White Mask was beside himself.

The face beneath the mask burned bright red, and his eyes bulged as if they would tear.

He screamed.

“No!”

To him, the demon realm’s flames were a miracle itself.

That black substance completely ignored the fundamental principle of magic—the law of mana operation through spells.

It was a deadly poison that could destroy everything with just a single drop, bringing an end to this era steeped in peace.

White Mask pulled out black orbs and continued hurling them.

“Impossible, it’s impossible!”

Before this overwhelming power, everything was equal.

Soon the Emperor would wage war using the demon realm’s flames.

Powerful weapons made of steel, massive fortresses and strong soldiers built by the weak to protect themselves, even the rulers who commanded the world would vanish without leaving a speck of ash.

The foolish creations of god had no idea of the darkness that would befall them.

When the demon realm’s flames ate away at the earth and the cries of insignificant beings covered the land, true despair would awaken.

Hestia, the Consort who was once god’s representative, would be dyed in the color of darkness and judge this world full of deception.

White Mask had been waiting only for that moment.

But this couldn’t be happening.

“This can’t be!”

Black Hood grabbed the shoulder of White Mask, who was screaming madly.

“Stop! Please stop!”

White Mask, who had been futilely fumbling through his empty pockets, whipped his head around to look at Black Hood.

Beneath the mask, his white eyeballs were streaked with vivid red veins.

Black Hood shouted at him.

“The demon realm’s flames aren’t working, and the opponent is a master-level swordsman! If the distance closes, it’s over. You must retreat!”

White Mask cried out.

“I’m a mage too! The Mage Tower’s greatest mage! I can fight! A mere master!”

Black Hood pointed straight ahead.

A landscape painting was being drawn against the backdrop of the darkening forest.

Radis’s sword moved gracefully like an artist’s brush, drawing golden vines.

The brilliant golden vines moved as if alive, devouring the demon realm’s flames.

The demon realm’s flames consumed by them became bright red sparks scattering in all directions.

Golden vines and black flames, and the bright red sparks born from them beautifully embroidered the air.

Watching this scene, Black Hood spoke.

“It’s the Consort.”

His voice trembled with deep defeat.

“No spell will work.”

He stepped forward and said.

“It’s always like this. God blocks the path of those who pursue truth to protect those who submit.”

A bitter smile appeared on Black Hood’s lips.

“But this time will be different. Fortunately, that Consort is not in a fully awakened state. Everything must proceed without a hitch. For that, you must survive.”

Black Hood pulled out a teleportation scroll from his chest and pressed it into White Mask’s hand.

White Mask muttered blankly.

“I, I… lost?”

Black Hood tore the teleportation scroll that White Mask was holding and said.

“Not yet. Go. For victory.”

As he said this, a pitch-black blade protruded sharply from Black Hood’s chest.

Red blood spurted from Black Hood’s mouth and chest.

Bright red blood droplets splattered across White Mask’s entire face.

Just as White Mask was about to say something, his figure disappeared as if erased.

Radis frowned and grumbled.

“I let him escape.”

Black Hood, pierced through the chest, collapsed heavily to his knees.

Radis held Regia to his neck and said.

“Do you have any last words?”

Black Hood laughed and coughed up blood.

“It would be better not to show your sister too terrible a sight.”

Radis looked up ahead.

Yurhee sat trembling on the horse that White Mask had been riding.

Radis clicked her tongue and said.

“Yurhee, close your eyes.”

Yurhee hugged the horse’s neck and buried her face in it.

The next morning.

Along with the sun rising in the eastern sky, knights from the Russel Manor appeared in Willingham.

As the massive warhorses trampled the dirt road with their hooves, earth-shaking vibrations and thunderous roars echoed.

The residents of Willingham, who had been sleeping deeply, were so startled they nearly wet themselves as they tumbled out of bed.

“Is, is there a war?”

“What on earth is happening…!”

However, the destination of the manor’s knights was the Tillord Estate.

The first to notice the impending upheaval at the estate were, of course, the servants.

The servants’ eyes, which had been bleary from not fully shaking off sleep, became clear as if lit up the moment they spotted the knights pushing into the estate’s entrance.

No words were needed.

They moved like lightning to find items they had been eyeing.

The maids broke the locks on cupboards and stuffed the few silver utensils into their skirts, while the servants greedily gathered valuable items including candlesticks.

And there was Irene.

The Tillord Estate’s maid with a red bump on her right cheek.

Her bump was no longer red.

After Radis left the estate, that bump, which had been pinched daily by Margaret and never had a day without bruises, was now twice as swollen and purple.

Rubbing that painful bump while looking down at the estate’s garden, Irene bravely opened the door to the Tillord Family Couple’s Bedroom and entered.

Though it was quite noisy outside, it was still the middle of the night for Margaret.

She had fallen asleep drunk from the alcohol she had sipped while waiting for Yurhee, who had followed the mysterious White Mask the night before.

Irene passed by Margaret, who was snoring in her sleep, and headed to Margaret’s vanity.

She found the key between the mirror gaps and opened the locked vanity drawer.

Inside appeared a similarly locked jewelry box.

The box’s key was in Margaret’s personal safe, but there was no time to search for that.

Irene grabbed the entire jewelry box and ran out to the lobby.

Then she slammed it down on the floor.

The box shattered and earrings and necklaces spilled out from inside.

Irene roughly swept them up with her hands, then pressed one each into the hands of the young maids who were wandering around confused, shouting.

“What are you doing? Take these and quickly escape through the backdoor!”

At Irene’s scolding, light returned to the eyes of the young maids who had been in confusion.

The young maids each clutched a brooch or single earring in their hands and hurriedly escaped the Tillord Estate like mice from a sinking ship.

All of this happened in the brief time it took for the manor’s knights to appear at the estate’s entrance and cross the garden to line up in front of the foyer.

None of the servants were loyal enough to their employers to wake Margaret or Jade.

In that time, it was more urgent to grab valuable items and flee.

Rather, the employees who had worked at the estate for a long time wanted to see the vicious Margaret get her comeuppance so badly they could hardly tear themselves away.

Irene drove them all out through the backdoor.

“Let’s get out of here quickly! What kind of trouble are you trying to cause by staying here?”

“You’re the one who was tormented so badly by the madam, are you really just going to leave like this?”

Irene said coldly.

“Those people are Lord Russel’s knights. Do you think they’ll just leave us alone?”

Even at her words, the servants only blinked their eyes dumbly.

Irene spoke again in simpler terms.

“Those people are on Miss Radis’s side. Is there anyone here who can stand confidently before Miss Radis?”

At her words, everyone fell silent.

That was right. All the suffering they had endured was what Radis had borne alone before leaving the estate.

Moreover, the estate’s servants had never once shown kindness to the eldest daughter of House Tilrod who endured the madam’s cruel torment.

Irene bit her lips tightly and said.

“In the end, before the young miss, there’s no difference between the madam and us. Are we in any position to watch confidently? And even if we repent now, nothing will change. So all we can do is escape this hellish place and live as well as possible for as long as we can, each of us. That’s all.”

“Why is this happening, why!”

Margaret, wearing only an outer garment over her nightgown, was dragged out by the knights’ strong hands.

Jade was in the same state, still drunk and reeling from the shock of his immortal love being shattered in the worst possible way.

“Ugh… I think I’m going to throw up… No, my head feels like it’s splitting, so please be gentle…”

Margaret and Jade were dragged out by Lord Russel’s knights and forced to kneel on the dirt ground in front of the foyer.

Lord Russel, wearing a crimson cloak, slowly rode his black horse toward them.

Lord Russel looked so displeased that anyone could tell at a glance without needing to ask how he was doing.

His beautiful red lips were twisted with disgust, and his grip on the reins was rough.

Thanks to this, the black horse seemed to be in just as foul a mood as its rider.

Even when the marquis pulled the reins, the black horse didn’t stop immediately but paced in place before the two criminals as if it would trample them with its hooves.

The steel horseshoes struck the dirt ground making clanging sounds, and threatening snorts puffed out from its large nostrils.

Terrified by this, Margaret screamed and prostrated herself flat on the ground.

Jade shielded her and shouted.

“Wh-what on earth is the meaning of this!”

“Do you still not know your crimes?”

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