The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 54

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 54

“Yurhee… Oh, Yurhee is my younger sister. When was that… When Yurhee was eight years old? She received a music box as a birthday gift. When you opened the lid, music would flow out and a porcelain doll in a dress would spin round and round inside.”

A faint smile appeared on Radis’s lips as she reminisced about the past.

“I only saw it once or twice, but I thought it was really beautiful.”

Olivier seemed absorbed in her story as he rested his chin slightly and said.

“Your sister didn’t show it to you more often?”

“Well, you know how kids are. They really treasure their belongings.”

“I see.”

Realizing that Olivier was watching her with a careful expression, the smile faded from Radis’s lips.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. Such a pointless story…”

Olivier hurriedly shook his head.

“It’s not pointless.”

“…”

“May I be honest? It was the most interesting story I heard today.”

Radis couldn’t help but laugh at Olivier’s ridiculous words.

But Olivier seemed sincere.

He was leaning against the railing, looking at her with sparkling eyes as if he wanted to hear more of her trivial stories.

Radis was a little flustered.

She was definitely not the talkative type.

But once the stage was set and someone was looking at her expectantly, strangely enough, words came to her.

“Beautiful sights like this seem to be better appreciated when viewed from a little distance rather than when you’re inside them.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I like looking at forests from afar. Mountains too. When you’re inside a forest or mountain, it’s hard to see the whole picture.”

“That’s aesthetic and philosophical. Strategic too.”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that though.”

Olivier laughed.

It wasn’t just a beautiful smile, but an intimate laugh shared between those who understood the same feelings.

At that smile, Radis felt even the single layer of walls around her heart melting away helplessly.

Radis fidgeted with her lace-gloved hands and said.

“Last night… I went up to the hill where the townhouse is. It was a place overlooking Duras and Ellarion. The night view there was so beautiful too.”

She looked at Olivier and asked.

“Have you been there, Your Highness?”

Olivier, who had been looking at Radis, moved closer to her side and whispered.

“Olivier.”

“…?”

“Please call me Olivier.”

“Your Highness?”

“It’s an order from the 3rd Prince.”

“What?”

Radis’s eyes widened at his sudden change from friendly approach to asserting authority.

Olivier seemed to be holding back laughter.

It seemed like he was joking, but even as a joke, she couldn’t disobey a prince’s command.

Radis had no choice but to comply with the prince’s order.

“…Olivier.”

She could see Olivier’s eyes narrowing languidly.

“Once more.”

“Olivier.”

“Just one more time.”

His violet eyes sparkled moistly.

“…Olivier.”

Olivier slowly closed his eyes.

He lowered his head while gripping the railing.

His soft hair brushed against Radis’s shoulder.

At that tickling sensation that was clearly felt even through her clothes, Radis trembled slightly.

With his head lowered, he said.

“If it’s where the Countess’s townhouse is located, that would be Poter Hill. I’ve heard it’s a beautiful place. I’d like to visit someday.”

Olivier raised his head and looked at her.

“I didn’t know. That this Great Hall and the capital Ellarion were such beautiful places.”

Radis thought to herself.

‘Your Highness, you’re the most beautiful one…’

Olivier extended his hand to her and said.

“From the rooftop, you can see the entire Imperial Capital. Would you come with me? It’s probably a view I’ve always seen, but I feel like it would be different seeing it with you.”

“Of course.”

Radis nodded as she placed her hand on Olivier’s outstretched hand.

“If Your High… I mean, if Olivier wishes it, by all means.”

Eve sat on the stairs and stabbed the meat pie with his fork.

“Good for them.”

It would look strange to go back down with the food he had brought up.

Eve pushed a large piece of pie into his mouth without cutting it and chewed thoughtfully.

The crispy pie crust and juicy meat mixed in his mouth, but strangely he couldn’t think it tasted good.

His jaw just hurt for nothing.

“Ah, I shouldn’t have brought such a big piece!”

He roughly washed down the food that wouldn’t go down with a drink.

The scene he had just witnessed was vivid before his eyes.

‘If Olivier wishes it, by all means.’

When he heard Radis say that in a shy voice with her cheeks slightly flushed, he doubted his own ears.

When he saw Radis from afar, dressed beautifully and acting like a lady in front of the 3rd Prince, he felt strangely unfamiliar.

Surely the core was still the Radis he knew.

The Radis who would constantly complain about being hungry and wanting food, who would open her mouth wide to shovel in meat, and who would suddenly display incredible swordsmanship skills.

“She looks like a different person, as if she’s wearing a pie crust.”

Eve roughly threw down the tray and stuck his thumb up for no reason.

“Good for them!”

Radis in her pie crust seemed to go surprisingly well with that Olivier, the 3rd Prince.

“His Highness the 3rd Prince has pioneering taste. And I’m amazing as always.”

His plan was a great success.

By recruiting the master swordsman Radis, he had achieved the feat of bringing down the impregnable fortress that Olivier had built.

‘I need to plan the next step. For reclaiming the ducal seat…!’

Suddenly, Eve Russel realized that he was still holding his thumb up.

“…”

Eve quietly lowered his thumb and stood up.

Certainly his plan had succeeded.

Everything was going well.

But strangely, he didn’t feel very good.

When they went out to the rooftop, a spacious railing connected to the clock tower appeared.

Beyond it, the night view of the Imperial Capital spread out.

The rooftop was very quiet.

Quiet enough to hear the rustling sound of footsteps on the slightly frozen snow.

It seemed like a lie that a banquet was in full swing below.

Radis leaned slightly against the railing and said.

“It’s beautiful.”

Olivier removed his white fur cloak and draped it over Radis.

The cloak was surprisingly light and felt incredibly soft to the touch.

Like slipping into a soft blanket, her shoulders naturally hunched up.

Radis unconsciously rubbed her cheek against the fur touching her face.

Then she caught a faint fragrance embedded in the fabric.

It was a scent like lilies touched by cold dew.

Olivier, who had been watching Radis with warm eyes, spoke.

“I’m glad it looks beautiful to you, at least.”

Radis looked at Olivier and asked.

“Your Highness… no, how does it look to you, Lord Olivier?”

A strange smile appeared on Olivier’s lips.

It was the kind of smile that seemed to hide rising disgust behind laughter.

“I hate it.”

An extremely restrained expression of denial.

Olivier’s strange smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

It could almost be called an instant.

However, Radis felt as if she had understood some part of Olivier in that moment.

Perhaps a part he had never intended to reveal.

Suddenly, an ominous feeling came over her.

‘What happened to this person…?’

In her previous life, she had rarely heard about political situations or how noble society operated.

But there were fragmentary memories emerging from her hazy mind.

‘His Majesty the Emperor has finally chosen a successor.’

At some point, Jade had muttered those words to himself.

‘Who was the successor?’

Suddenly her mind became complicated.

Radis tried to frantically dig through her hazy memories to recall them.

Then Olivier spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

“Pardon?”

Radis looked at Olivier in surprise.

Olivier’s face was dark.

“I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have said I hated it…”

“No, no!”

“…”

Seeing that Radis had been silent, he seemed to have misunderstood.

He appeared to regret revealing his inner thoughts.

Radis wanted to tell him that wasn’t it.

She wanted to say that she understood his feelings too, that there were times when the space where she laid her body every night felt like a pit of misery.

So she had been trying to recall those memories of what would happen to him in the future—him who looked so beautiful and somewhat unhappy now…

‘I can’t tell him that.’

Radis almost let out a sigh.

But instead of sighing, she smiled.

“Lord Olivier, I’m really fine. It’s okay to hate something.”

She could see Olivier’s large eyes wavering.

He looked just like an anxious child.

“…Do you think so?”

“Of course. Even I find it terrible when I think about my own home.”

After carelessly blurting out those words, Radis was startled.

She had never imagined she could say such a thing.

She felt like an impious and shameless person.

It felt as if her stomach was growing cold.

“I’m the one who said something I shouldn’t have.”

Watching her, Olivier smiled faintly.

“We both made mistakes.”

“I’d like to pretend it never happened…”

Olivier suddenly let go of the railing, stood upright, and closed his eyes.

“Let’s start over.”

“Pardon?”

“Tell me what you see.”

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