The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 5

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 5

Radis tightly bound her chest just as she had when taking the Academy entrance exam in David’s place, then put on her brother’s armor and helmet.

And she headed to the Monster Forest.

Monster hunting was as terrible as she had heard.

However, Robert, the captain of the Imperial Monster Hunting Corps she belonged to, was a seasoned man who excelled at turning terrified recruits into useful soldiers through harsh training.

He trained Radis.

Radis survived.

She went on hunts several times without even waiting for the magic to drain from her body, but she continued to survive.

Thanks to this, David was able to receive his official knighthood.

It was a joyous occasion for the Tilrod Family.

Everyone in the family was overjoyed. However, Radis had to hide in a room in the remote annex prepared for her.

This was because her skin had turned purple from magic poisoning.

“Rest will make it better. Get plenty of rest.”

Margaret no longer treated Radis carelessly.

She was given a comfortable bed and good food.

For the first time since birth, Radis had found her place within the walls of the Tilrod Family.

Radis was happy.

She laughed along with the sounds of joyful laughter coming from afar.

The expeditions continued—for the family, for her parents, for David, for Yurhee.

Radis went on expeditions as if chased by Margaret’s urgings. Sometimes she would go on expeditions twice in one season.

They said sufficient rest would drain the magic from her body, but she couldn’t do that.

Jade, who had started a trading business, was failing at every venture he attempted. The family’s money had long been depleted, and now they were drowning in debt from borrowing money from relatives.

On top of that, David’s new armor, Margaret and Yurhee’s dresses and jewelry, a new carriage, mansion expansion…

All of these things required money.

How could she rest comfortably at home?

Going to the Temple for purification rituals would cost some money but could purify the magic, but Margaret wouldn’t allow it.

“Do you… even have a brain? If people find out you’re poisoned by magic, everyone will think it’s strange, won’t they?”

So Radis had endured until now. Not only had she endured, but she had even found her own method of dealing with magic.

Thanks to this, she could withstand magic without receiving purification rituals and became even stronger.

The more adversity Radis overcame, the more brilliantly her sword shone.

Soon she became the vice-captain of the hunting corps.

Through her sacrifice, the honor of the Tillord Family grew higher and higher.

David became one of the most famous knights in the south, and with the magic stones Radis brought, Yurhee was able to prepare a dowry and have a grand wedding.

The expeditions continued.

Until that day when she fell into a trap, lost everything, and faced a miserable death alone.

“…”

Radis opened her eyes.

Soft sunlight streaming through a small window was tickling her cheek.

“Am I… not dead?”

Radis slowly sat up.

Her body felt strangely light.

There was no sensation of her limbs stiffening, no pain of blood vessels and muscles tearing from crystals formed in her blood.

Moreover, her skin was clean.

“…?”

It was too clean, even for clean skin.

Her skin, which had turned purple from magic poisoning, had completely returned to normal.

It was impossible.

No matter how high-ranking a priest performed purification rituals, it would be impossible to perfectly purify a body that had been contaminated to the point of nearly reaching death’s door.

“This is strange…”

The skin on her hands was also too soft.

Her hands, which had always been rough like tree bark from constantly handling blades and leather, with cracks and calluses everywhere, had transformed into small, soft hands as if she had returned to her childhood.

Radis looked around.

This wasn’t her room prepared in the annex.

It was a room in the main house where she had spent her childhood.

Feeling something was strange, she walked to the shabby vanity and picked up the hand mirror placed there.

“…!”

Today was an incredibly joyful day for Margaret.

It was the day of the banquet celebrating David’s admission to the Imperial Academy—David, who was her sun, her jewel, and her son.

“Everything must be perfect today!”

Though she was so busy supervising the garden landscaping, mansion decorations, and dishes for the banquet that even having two bodies wouldn’t be enough, the smile never left Margaret’s lips.

She instructed the servants.

“The Imperial Academy’s admissions officer will arrive soon. We absolutely cannot be looked down upon. We must welcome them flawlessly.”

The servants bowed their heads and withdrew.

Lovely Yurhee was completely excited about the splendid banquet.

Wearing a light green dress that matched her pretty green eyes well, Yurhee was excitedly flapping her arms and circling around a cake she was seeing for the first time in her life.

“My pretty little one!”

Margaret spread her arms wide and quickly trapped Yurhee in her embrace.

“What is your brother doing?”

“Brother is in the study!”

“In the study? How admirable!”

“Mm-hmm, he said he was going to take a nap because he had nothing to do.”

Margaret frowned.

“That child, really. The admissions officer will arrive soon! Go wake your brother up.”

“Yes, Mom!”

Yurhee, who was just about to run off flapping her arms, suddenly looked back.

“Oh right, Mom! What about Radis?”

Suddenly Margaret’s voice became sharp.

“Radis? Why her?”

“Well, it’s a banquet celebrating brother’s admission, isn’t it? Shouldn’t all the family members gather?”

“She doesn’t need to. How unseemly would it be for her to…”

“Hmm.”

“Just hurry and bring your brother!”

Yurhee tilted her head and turned around.

Margaret had asked everyone in the estate to attend the banquet.

Even Old Man Roto, the gardener, said he would dress in his only clean outfit and attend.

Yet Radis couldn’t come.

It was natural for questions to arise in Yurhee’s mind.

‘Isn’t Radis part of our family…?’

“Thank you for the warm welcome.”

Kline, the Imperial Academy’s admissions officer, entered the Tilrod Family mansion with a smile spread across his face.

“You must have had a hard journey coming such a long way.”

Jade Tilrod, the head of the Tilrod Family, welcomed Kline.

Kline looked with slightly surprised eyes at Jade’s complexion, blotchy from alcohol, and his plump, swollen body.

As far as he knew, Jade had once been a promising knight of the south.

However, in the current Jade, not even a speck of past glory could be found.

Kline quickly hid his inner thoughts and put on a social smile.

“I am extremely pleased to deliver this Imperial Academy admission certificate to the prestigious Tilrod Family. How proud you must be to have such a son.”

At his words, Jade gave a bitter smile.

He too had once been a knight.

He knew better than anyone that David had absolutely no talent as a knight.

Jade had secretly hoped that Radis would fail the entrance exam. However, the foolish Radis had made David pass.

When he thought about the future, his hands trembled and his throat went dry.

Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed the shoulder of a servant carrying aperitifs and downed the alcohol in the glass in one gulp.

Then he opened his mouth.

“I’m proud. Very, very proud indeed…”

It was Margaret who separated the flustered Kline from Jade, whose hands had begun to tremble violently.

“Please come in! I’m the lady of this estate, Margaret Tilrod. David will be here soon. Oh, there he is coming down!”

Margaret, who had been busily guiding Kline, pointed to the staircase connected to the banquet hall.

David, wearing armor and a helmet, was descending the stairs.

“Oh, David!”

A smile appeared on Kline’s face.

“During the entrance exam, everyone was amazed when they saw you, David. They truly admired your talent befitting the eldest son of the Tilrod Family. It reminded them of ‘Flame Sword’ Alexis Tilrod…”

While Kline was speaking, David slowly walked toward him.

And with very slow movements, he drew his sword… and aimed it straight ahead.

Kline closed his mouth.

Margaret, startled, frantically waved her hands.

“D-David! What are you doing right now?”

Fortunately, David didn’t come any closer.

Instead, he turned his head and surveyed the banquet hall.

He slowly looked around at the estate’s servants who still didn’t realize what was happening and had smiles plastered on their faces, the banquet hall beautifully decorated with flowers and ornaments, the luxurious dishes arranged on the long table, and the tall cake decorated with sugar craft.

Then he raised his sword… and as if striking someone’s neck, he struck off the topmost part of the cake and sent it flying.

“Kyaah!”

Margaret let out a piercing scream.

This was because the flying cake had hit her squarely in the chest.

Margaret couldn’t withstand the weight of the flying cake and fell backward with a thud, flailing about ungracefully.

“What is this! What is this!”

Jade, who was standing a little distance behind Margaret and Kline, shouted in her place.

“David, what do you think you’re doing!”

David didn’t answer.

Instead, with fluid, elegant movements, he wiped the cream-covered sword clean on the tablecloth before putting it back in its sheath.

Then he strode over to Kline and held out his hand.

“Admission certificate.”

Kline, his face pale, held out the envelope he had been carrying under his arm.

Taking it, David tore open the envelope with its luxurious gold seal and pulled out the admission certificate inside, scanning it roughly.

It was roughly the content that David Tilrod, eldest son of the Tilrod Family, had passed the entrance exam with excellent grades and was therefore granted admission to the Imperial Academy.

David ostentatiously tore it in half right in front of Kline.

Margaret, who had wiped the cream from her chest, screamed.

“David—!”

From beneath the helmet, pink lips moved slightly.

“No.”

He removed his helmet.

“…!”

Old Man Roto, who was nearby, dropped the hat he was holding.

“R-Radis, young lady…?”

The person wearing the armor was not David, but Radis.

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