The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 163

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 163

The moment Eve Russel entered the banquet hall, the movements of those who saw him briefly stopped.

It was because of his attire.

It wasn’t just a day or two that he had been wearing black clothes, but even so, at occasions like this he would wear properly formal black dress clothes, so he didn’t stand out too much.

However, today he seemed like someone determined to ruin the atmosphere.

With his disheveled hair that clearly hadn’t been properly combed hanging down long and wrapped in a pitch-black fur cloak, Eve Russel looked exactly like a god of death.

With all eyes in the banquet hall focused on him, Olivier, the 3rd Prince, approached him.

“Lord Russel.”

“….”

Impudently, Lord Russel substituted a slight nod of his head for a greeting.

While everyone whispered things like ‘Lord Russel seems determined to fall out of favor with the next emperor’ and ‘Is he aiming for an earl’s title this time?’, Olivier reached out and grasped Eve Russel’s shoulder.

“I haven’t given up.”

Eve Russel’s dry lips, which seemed like they would never open, trembled finely before parting slightly.

“…I can’t give up.”

“I suppose so.”

Eve Russel hung his head low.

Though he disliked him greatly, Olivier, who ironically knew that they were currently sharing the same pain, nodded and let him go.

As Olivier turned away, the Bellius Party nobles approached Eve one by one.

Runtier Arpend, Emperor Claude’s brother, carefully spoke to him.

“Lord Russel, even so, what is this appearance at His Highness the 3rd Prince’s birthday banquet? Is there some trouble?”

Eve Russel, who couldn’t say anything for a moment, slowly opened his mouth.

“…The lover I was even considering marriage with has disappeared.”

For a moment, it seemed like a bone-chilling winter wind was blowing between Runtier Arpend and Eve Russel.

Runtier Arpend nodded heavily, patted Eve Russel’s shoulder a few times, then disappeared.

Lady of Bayard Viscount, who had been listening to their conversation, raised the tone of her voice as if trying to change the subject.

“Speaking of disappearing reminds me of the Throne of the Lord God that vanished as soon as it appeared. Does Lord Russel know anything about it?”

Eve covered his face with both hands.

A trembling voice leaked out between his fingers.

“…That Throne is my lover.”

Lady of Bayard Viscount, flustered, rolled her eyes around before asking again.

“Surely, Miss Radis is…?”

“….”

Again, a cold wind came rushing in with a whooshing sound.

“Good heavens, one should die when old.”

Lady of Bayard Viscount offered words of comfort, but they didn’t reach Eve’s ears.

He walked unsteadily with his face covered by both hands and went up to the third floor of the banquet hall.

He had unconsciously headed to a familiar place to avoid people, but as soon as he arrived there, he regretted that choice.

Because in that beautiful scenery, the image of Radis smiling more brightly than the chandelier’s light vividly appeared before his eyes.

‘Lord, you said you hate repeating yourself twice, but that’s a lie, isn’t it? You always say the same things, so we all know.’

Not making him repeat things twice was a verbal habit of his uncle, Gideon Russel.

Something from his most despised uncle had rubbed off on him.

Looking back, it was a terrible thing.

But surprisingly, he wasn’t hurt by that fact.

It was thanks to Radis.

Only she saw him as he truly was.

She didn’t see his flaws, which others considered eccentric, as flaws, but accepted them as they were and smiled at him as if it was nothing.

He didn’t know how much comfort he was getting from her generosity.

He was a fool who only realized it after losing that important thing.

Eve Russel rubbed his face wearily and muttered.

“Radis, you’re coming, right?”

As he raised his head to swallow the tears that were about to rise, he made eye contact with someone.

Eve Russel blinked his eyes.

‘What did I just see?’

There was something pitch-black among the chandelier sparkling with silver and gold.

And someone was clinging to it.

It was that person who made eye contact with Eve.

“What is that?”

Eve Russel rubbed his eyes with both hands and opened them again.

Someone in the chandelier was sending hand signals.

It wasn’t directed at Eve.

He didn’t have time to think about what kind of signal it was.

From both sides, figures in black clothes were rushing toward Eve.

With wickedly sharp swords aimed precisely at him.

Eve Russel fumbled at his waist.

But there was nothing there.

This was the 3rd Prince’s birthday banquet hall.

Weapons wouldn’t be allowed inside.

Eve Russel, sensing his own death, closed his eyes and said.

“Radis, I’ll wait for you even if I become a ghost.”

A dazzling light enveloped him.

Radis slowly opened her eyes.

He was there.

Eve was right before her eyes.

His fluffy black hair was fluttering over his pale, pretty face, and his eyes were tightly shut.

‘Why has he gotten so thin….’

Seeing his gaunt face and dry lips, Radis felt her throat tighten.

But Eve wasn’t the only one there.

There were also intruders.

“What?”

Radis narrowed her eyes and looked to both sides.

Figures who appeared to be assassins were rushing toward her and Eve with blades raised.

Radis, having grasped the situation, nodded.

“Aha.”

Regia was drawn.

“If you knew your life was precious, you absolutely couldn’t do such a thing.”

She launched her body in one direction.

Regia emitted a red light.

With one strike, three or four limbs shot up into the sky.

She turned her body and rushed out in the opposite direction.

Three sword strikes were executed.

One had his head crushed, one’s upper and lower body bid eternal farewell, and the last one gained a hole in his heart that would provide good ventilation.

Radis swung Regia with a sharp sound to flick off the blood drops on the blade, then sheathed the sword.

Eve Russel, who opened his eyes at that sound, muttered.

“Did I die and come to heaven?”

Radis immediately ran over and threw herself at Eve.

She brushed back his hair with both hands and showered his entire face with kisses.

Eve looked up with hazy eyes and said.

“What, if I’d known it would be like this, I should have died sooner.”

Radis kissed the tip of his prettily shaped nose, then looked into his eyes and said.

“I’m sorry for coming late.”

Eve, who had been blankly blinking, lunged at her as if to bite her lips.

His teeth grazed past the corner of her mouth just enough not to hurt.

At the unfamiliar sensation, Radis’s lips parted without her knowing.

Through those parted lips, soft flesh pushed in and intertwined passionately.

No thoughts came to mind.

In an instant, her mind melted away, leaving only dizzying sensations and impulses.

Radis wrapped both arms around his nape and shoulders, pulling him close.

Between her fingers, she felt his soft ears.

Radis felt her eyes growing hot and moist.

Behind them, in the brilliant light of the chandelier, someone shouted.

“For Her Majesty the Empress!”

Something exploded, and soon thunderous roars followed by people’s screams could be heard.

Though reluctant, Radis pulled her lips away from Eve’s.

She stroked his cheek and whispered.

“I’ll go clean up below and come back, so wait just a moment.”

Eve made a pained sound but nodded as if he had no choice.

Radis immediately climbed onto the railing and looked down below.

As the massive chandelier collapsed, black flames poured toward the ground with fierce intensity, as if making a final desperate struggle.

The last black flames created by White Mask and secretly hidden by the Empress had exploded from the center of the chandelier.

Radis frowned.

It was annoying.

She drew Regia and said.

“I’m getting tired of seeing these black things.”

Regia readily agreed.

[Right? Those Demon Realm bastards are really getting on my nerves.]

Radis leaped from the railing like a bird.

She ran across the collapsing, falling chandelier.

Regia emitted a brilliant golden radiance, and from where she passed, golden vines stretched out at tremendous speed, devouring the Demon Realm flames.

The massive chandelier slowly fell along with the thick chains supporting it, and as black flames poured down like rain, golden vines followed and devoured everything.

Everything wrapped in golden vines burned and transformed into bright crimson flames that scattered to the ground like snowflakes.

“Ah…!”

Olivier, standing in the center of the banquet hall, reached out and touched those crimson flames.

They were warm.

Heartbreakingly so.

‘Radis…!’

Someone grabbed his arm.

“Oli!”

It was Elizabeth.

“It’s dangerous! We need to run!”

Elizabeth had told her parents ‘I’m thinking of breaking off the engagement with the 3rd Prince, so please request the annulment from the Russel Family,’ only to be told ‘You’ve really gone mad!’ and was under house arrest, but since today was her fiancé Olivier’s birthday celebration, she had just arrived at the banquet hall.

When Elizabeth entered the banquet hall, the entrance was packed with people screaming and running away.

She had courageously pushed through the crowd with the single determination to save Olivier.

Thanks to that, her beautifully braided hair and gorgeous dress were a mess, but it didn’t matter.

She frantically pulled at Olivier’s arm like a madwoman and shouted.

“Are you planning to die here? We need to get out!”

Looking back at her, Olivier smiled brightly.

“Jojot, don’t worry.”

Even in the urgent situation, Elizabeth was mesmerized by his beautiful smile, and Olivier pointed upward and said.

“Radis has returned.”

At his words, Elizabeth also looked up.

On the ceiling of the banquet hall, an unrealistic scene unfolded as if a war between the Divine Realm and Demon Realm was taking place.

Against the backdrop of the shattering, falling chandelier, Demon Realm flames and golden vines were violently entangled.

The black flames were changing into various forms as if letting out final death throes, struggling to avoid the golden vines.

Golden vines rolled in like a quiet tsunami and covered them.

The crimson flames that bloomed there were falling like red lotus flowers blooming in the air.

What broke the silence of the two people who were speechless at that beautiful sight was Crown Prince Charle’s scream.

“Janet!”

Having been at the center of the banquet hall and with his movements dulled by strong liquor, he couldn’t avoid the Demon Realm flames falling overhead.

It was his new concubine who shielded him with her body.

“Poor Lord Charle…”

Instead, Janet, who was engulfed by the black flames, left those final words and met her death burning black.

Charle wasn’t unharmed either.

His shoulder blade, which Janet’s small body couldn’t fully cover, was burning black.

“Aaaahhh!”

Radis landed softly next to the screaming Charle.

She quickly reached out her hand.

Sacred flames arose from her hand.

When she grasped the Demon Realm flames attached to Charle’s shoulder with that hand, the black flames instantly shrank and soon disappeared.

Though the black flames were gone, Charle’s condition was already serious.

He would probably never be able to use one arm again.

Radis looked down at Charle, who had fainted from unbearable pain, with pitying eyes.

Elizabeth rushed to her.

“Lady Radis!”

Elizabeth embraced her neck and burst into tears.

“Do you know how worried I was!”

Radis held Elizabeth and sent an awkward smile toward Olivier.

“I’m back. Somehow I managed to return.”

Olivier opened his mouth slightly as if to say something, then just let out a big sigh.

And with both arms, he pulled Radis and Elizabeth into his embrace at once.

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