The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 155

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 155

“…That’s what the leader of the black mages said.”

Joel, who had been standing behind Olivier, quickly spoke in response to Yael’s report.

“Your Highness, you must leave the capital.”

“…”

“Didn’t you anticipate this situation as well? I’ll inform the head of the family immediately. The imperial palace is in complete chaos right now, and the Empress’s surveillance of Your Highness has also been delayed. Now is the perfect time to leave.”

Olivier, sitting in the armchair in the study, closed his eyes and rested his weary head against the plush chair.

The blood-red sunset dyed his beautiful face crimson.

Joel’s words were correct.

He had anticipated this situation as well.

He had known from early on that the ‘black mages’ had different objectives.

The mages had been collecting demon stones through the Empress under the pretext that they were needed to refine black orbs.

The Empress, whose sense of money had become numb, was gathering every demon stone in the Empire that she could get her hands on and offering them to the mages, but Olivier, who roughly knew the refining process of the orbs, was aware that the amount of black orbs produced was pitifully small compared to the amount of demon stones that went in.

Olivier was able to combine numerous pieces of information to discover the real purpose for which the mages needed demon stones.

Among the mages of the magic tower, the leader of the ‘black mages’, White Mask, a man named Rem, was called ‘one bewitched by Leviathan.’

Rem’s ultimate goal was to make Leviathan’s omnipotent power his own.

His desperate collection of demon stones and his dream of the return of the age of magic were likely manifestations of that desire.

The black mages were spreading the flames of the demon realm across the entire continent and trying to make Hestia go berserk to open a passage between the two worlds for that purpose.

And their plan was to board Leviathan powered by demon stones and wait until the chaos subsided.

Of course, Olivier had already finished preparing to counter that.

The Leviathan in Grais was already being guarded by his private soldiers and mages who shared his cause.

The thieves who had set fire to the Empire and fled with stolen demon stones would also learn that everything would be over the moment they believed their purpose had been achieved.

“Hah.”

Imagining Rem, who had wasted his entire life caught in the ridiculous delusion of identifying himself with Leviathan, falling into despair at the end of that delusion, Olivier couldn’t help but let out an involuntary chuckle.

No matter how diligently Rem had tickled the Empress’s palm and desperately scraped together the demon stones that fell from there, that amount wouldn’t be able to move Leviathan for very long.

But ‘he’ could make it possible.

Randiff Pelletier, Olivier’s maternal grandfather and head of the Pelletier family who held all the wealth on earth.

Having lost his beloved daughter, he too hated the imperial family no less than Olivier.

Olivier and Randiff would board God’s ark and watch this disgusting world burn in its entirety.

Olivier spoke in a voice as beautiful as a song.

“…That would be nice.”

Olivier opened his eyes.

“If it were before.”

He said as he slowly raised his body.

“But if I do that, I would lose the chance to stand proudly before her ever again.”

A faint smile appeared on Olivier’s lips.

Radis would probably never know.

How she had changed his life.

What she had made him give up.

Olivier said.

“I’ll go meet Count Karno.”

At the suddenly mentioned name of the White Knight commander, doubt appeared in Joel’s eyes.

Olivier continued speaking.

“The gias placed on them to ‘be loyal to the Empire’ is still in effect. It’s time to show them what truly serves the Empire.”

Olivier, who had been about to leave the study with Joel, stopped walking and said to Yael.

“…And send a letter to Lady Russel as well.”

“What should I write?”

“I hope such a thing won’t happen, but tell her that the capital might become dangerous, so she should flee to a distant place as quickly as possible.”

Yael’s eyes widened.

However, she quickly hid her surprised expression and answered with a bow.

“I’ll do so immediately.”

The Emperor of the Empire, Claude Arpend, realized that he had been living a life no different from being dead until now.

Strong liquor, gambling, and the pleasures given by beautiful women could not stir his soul.

All the games he had clung to were ultimately nothing more than substitutes for war.

Soon the thunderous sound of thousands of war horses charging would make his hardened heart beat again.

The trumpet sound announcing the start of war would grant him a second life, and the shouts of soldiers deciding between life and death would give him new strength.

To the Emperor, who was lost in daydreams while sitting on the throne, it seemed he could already hear the heavy footsteps of knights and the sharp sounds of weapons clashing.

The Emperor, who had been drunk on strong liquor since broad daylight, only realized that it wasn’t a hallucination when the White Knights had approached right before his nose.

“Karno, Claudio! My proud knights!”

The Emperor spread both arms with drunken gestures to welcome his knights.

“You can hear it too, can’t you? This sound of war approaching! Is your blood boiling like mine?”

The Emperor, who was about to pour liquor into a new cup for his knights, realized his hands were trembling and first gulped down the liquor he had poured into the cup.

“Kyah…!”

Feeling his stomach warm up and the trembling in his hands stop, the Emperor shouted.

“Joseph was right when he said liquor is the best of all medicines!”

As he slapped his thigh and giggled, Karno approached him.

At the stern expression that appeared on the face of the knight called the strongest in the Empire, the Emperor’s laughter gradually subsided.

Realizing that something was not right about the atmosphere, the Emperor slowly looked around.

There was no one beside him, making the splendid charity event hall feel desolate.

The nobles of the Izard party and his concubines who had been buzzing around him like a swarm of bees had disappeared somewhere, and the servants and maids who had been so common they could trip over them were nowhere to be seen.

In that silence, Karno opened his mouth.

“Your Majesty the Emperor, you haven’t forgotten that the symbol of the Arpend imperial family is the blue peacock, have you? But haven’t you ever wondered why the White Knight order is called White Wing instead of Blue Wing?”

Looking intently at the Emperor who was still gaping with his mouth open, unable to come to his senses, Karno said.

“The two wings are different wings. If the blue peacock flies in the right direction, the white wing will create wind together with it, but if the blue peacock heads in the wrong direction, the white wing will block its path.”

It took quite a long time for the Emperor to understand Karno’s words with his clouded mind.

Seeing the Emperor’s face gradually hardening, Karno opened his mouth.

“Claudio, His Majesty the Emperor seems quite intoxicated, so escort him to a safe place.”

Claudio and another knight grabbed the Emperor’s arms and forcibly lifted him up as if supporting him.

At that rude behavior, the Emperor of the Empire screamed and called out the name of his most cherished loyal retainer.

“What is the meaning of this! Daniel…!”

But his most beautiful and strongest knight was no longer by his side.

Hadn’t he driven him away from this place with his own hands?

“Empress! Chartine!”

The only woman he had loved had also left his side long ago.

Because he had driven her away from this place with his own hands.

The Emperor of the Empire finally screamed the name of the one he had truly considered his successor.

“Olivier…!”

That desperate scream also reached the ears of Olivier, who was listening to Joel’s report outside the banquet hall.

However, Olivier let that sound flow by with a transparent expression.

If the Emperor had wanted to call his son’s name to bring him closer, he should have done so much earlier.

There is no second place in a war over the throne.

Once you draw your sword, you only continue attacking until you completely neutralize your opponent.

The High Priest, who had hidden himself to avoid assassin attacks, revealed himself.

He publicly announced the oracle that ‘black flames will lead the Empire to destruction,’ and that oracle created tremendous repercussions.

What added fuel to the fire was the Empire’s second prince, Gabriel.

“Empress Adrianne and House Relbelloa used black flames with magical power to drive the Emperor of the Empire mad. What the Empress and House Relbelloa want is the Empire’s destruction!”

The capital was turned upside down by Gabriel’s speech, who as the son of the first imperial consort Mirena of common birth, had great influence among the imperial citizens.

Olivier looked at Gabriel, whom he met at a certain place, and said.

“I never thought Lord Gabriel would go this far for us.”

At his words, Gabriel looked at him with melancholy eyes and answered.

“Lord Charle is someone who likes hyenas with silk threads wrapped around their thick necks, and when he sees a massive warhorse, he orders its neck to be cut out of fear. The day he ascends to the throne, Reveloa’s hyenas will surround him with colorful silk threads wrapped around them. I don’t want to stake my fate on the scheming of those hyenas.”

Olivier, who had been watching him with beautiful violet eyes, opened his mouth.

“I will not become Emperor.”

Gabriel burst into laughter at his words.

“Are you saying you’ll seize the throne but not sit on it?”

Olivier said coldly.

“Think whatever you like. I’m grateful for your passionate speech today, Lord Gabriel, but when it comes to the throne, all I can say is that I refuse.”

After saying that, as Olivier turned away, Gabriel spoke to his back.

“Your reluctance to ascend to that position must be because you know it’s not a place to rule, but a place where one must dedicate oneself.”

“…”

“But Lord Olivier, just as children and parents cannot choose each other, the Empire is already your brother’s child. Will you abandon that child?”

Olivier’s eyes wavered at Gabriel’s words.

He slowly turned back and said.

“Let’s discuss that after I return.”

“After you return? Where are you going?”

Olivier didn’t answer Gabriel’s question and turned away again.

The place he was heading to was the basement of the abandoned tower where Hestia’s Mana Stone was located.

The White Knights had already headed there, but the mages’ resistance was so persistent that they couldn’t subdue them.

Even during this time, Rem would be using every means at his disposal to make Hestia go berserk.

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