The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 63

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 63

 

Even though it was a basement, the atmosphere wasn’t that scary.

 

The corridor was bright and wide, and right next to it was a wine and food storage.

 

When they opened the thick oak door, a well-decorated room like an exhibition room appeared.

 

Objects that looked like burial goods, ancient ornaments, and very old mana crystals were quietly placed inside glass cases.

 

Rather than scary, it had a scholarly atmosphere.

 

At the very back of the room was a coffin, and the mummy was inside it.

 

“Wow.”

 

“Hmm….”

 

They were momentarily at a loss for words.

 

Radis spoke honestly.

 

“It’s disgusting….”

 

“….”

 

Radis looked closely at the mummy.

 

Inside the coffin lay a mummy wearing silk clothes and a mask.

 

On the mummy’s chest was spread a single piece of yellowed parchment.

 

“…?”

 

Just as Radis was about to lean over the mummy to read the letters written there.

 

“Radis….”

 

Olivier carefully grabbed her arm.

 

“I think it would be better not to get too close.”

 

Seeing that his eyes were slightly pale with fear, Radis obediently stepped back.

 

“I feel like we shouldn’t have looked, right?”

 

“Even though it’s wearing a mask and clothes, it’s still creepy.”

 

“If it wasn’t wearing a mask, I think I would have really regretted seeing it.”

 

They left the room with the mummy, feeling eerie.

 

When they closed the heavy door, Radis could feel Olivier letting out a small “whew” breath.

 

It seemed like he was trembling slightly.

 

Radis quietly placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered in a low voice.

 

“…Lord Olivier?”

 

“…!”

 

Olivier turned around in surprise.

 

He was so startled that his eyes were round like a rabbit’s.

 

Seeing that expression, Radis had to bite her teeth hard to keep from bursting into laughter.

 

Fortunately, she seemed to have succeeded in diverting Olivier’s thoughts elsewhere.

 

“Are you perhaps… scared?”

 

“I’m not scared.”

 

Olivier said in a resolute tone.

 

“I was just surprised. I was thinking that when people die, they can end up like that.”

 

Radis, who had been walking while nodding, suddenly turned around.

 

Olivier asked her as she narrowed her eyes and looked at the empty space where no one was.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Ah… as I thought, there seems to be a ghost around here.”

 

“What?”

 

Olivier’s face turned pale.

 

“There’s… a ghost?”

 

“I’ve often seen ghosts. Places where ghosts appear have that particular feeling, and I get that feeling here too.”

 

It wasn’t a lie.

 

Near the Monster Forest, there was a pioneer settlement that had been wiped out by monsters and abandoned, and perhaps due to the demonic energy, ghosts often appeared.

 

Such low-level ghosts were even less threatening than ghouls and were very weak monsters that would disappear just by lighting a torch.

 

Rather, it felt a bit sorry to even treat them as monsters.

 

But at the mention of ghosts, all the color drained from Olivier’s face.

 

“I’m… weak against such things….”

 

Olivier quickly climbed the stairs with stiff movements where his hands and feet moved together.

 

Then he hurried back to the drawing room and stood upright in front of the fireplace.

 

Olivier asked cautiously.

 

“They won’t come here, will they? The… ghosts.”

 

Radis found such an Olivier so cute that she almost burst into laughter.

 

“Of course not. If they do appear, I’ll chase them away for you.”

 

A royal maid carefully approached them as they stood in front of the fireplace.

 

“Your Highness, you must return now. The sun has already set. It’s almost time for the castle gates to close.”

 

But Olivier didn’t move.

 

He stood upright in front of the fireplace like a marble statue, not budging at all.

 

“…?”

 

Sensing something strange, Radis looked at Olivier.

 

He looked similar to usual, but strangely only his eyes were like rabbit eyes.

 

He was staring intently out the window where darkness was beginning to fall with those round eyes.

 

Radis’s eyes widened.

 

‘Could it be… he’s scared? Is he acting like this because he’s scared after hearing about ghosts?’

 

After a moment, Olivier spoke.

 

“Radis.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“It seems a bit late to return to the castle, would it be alright to stay here for the night?”

 

“…!”

 

Radis regretted showing Olivier the mummy, no, bringing up the topic of ghosts for no reason.

 

‘What should I do?’

 

Radis looked at the royal maid.

 

The maid was shaking her head slightly with a frightened face.

 

She seemed to be saying it wasn’t allowed.

 

“Your Highness, that’s….”

 

Radis ended up making eye contact with Olivier.

 

His eyes were really round like a rabbit’s.

 

Within those round eyes, purple irises that looked as sweet as freshly boiled grape jam were sparkling pitifully.

 

Sparkle sparkle.

 

Sparkle sparkle.

 

Sparkle….

 

“…Do as you please….”

 

After finishing her bath and changing into comfortable clothes, Radis sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her aching legs.

 

“Wow, my legs hurt.”

 

After walking around in high heels all day, her soles and calves were very stiff.

 

Even moving her toes a little made them tingle as if they were about to cramp.

 

“Is that a normal thing? Assassination attempts among royalty…?”

 

Radis immediately understood.

 

“Right, that could happen.”

 

Moreover, Olivier seemed to know who had ordered the assassination.

 

Radis put her feet on the cold marble floor and wiggled her toes while lost in thought.

 

‘Why did His Highness make that expression?’

 

The expression that appeared on Olivier’s face when he said assassination attempts were ‘always happening.’

 

Of course, it was natural to dislike assassination attempts, but at that time he looked less disgusted and more… how should she put it, like he was hurt.

 

‘What was that about?’

 

The way Olivier seemed more worried about her than himself strangely lingered in her mind.

 

Lost in thought, Radis shook off her distractions and sat down to begin meditation.

 

To an observer, it might look like she was just sitting there blankly, but she was actually moving the mana within her body.

 

If someone with mana were to look, they would see a faint red aura rising subtly from her entire body.

 

‘This seems harder than manifesting it.’

 

As Armano had mentioned in his letter, the first stage of commonly known mana training was to manifest and materialize mana.

 

The mana training method mentioned in Armano’s letter involved delicately handling this manifestation.

 

However, Radis had never learned the specific training methods.

 

All she knew was training through actual combat.

 

When fighting monsters with her life on the line, she had no choice but to do so whether she liked it or not.

 

But she couldn’t do such training at Russel Manor or in places like this.

 

So what Radis had recently become absorbed in was internal mana training before manifestation.

 

To her, mana felt like breath.

 

When breathing out, you can control it to be strong or weak, hot or cold.

 

But when it’s inside your body, it’s difficult to even know whether it exists or not.

 

Mana was similarly difficult to sense when it was within the body.

 

However, changes began after she absorbed mana from the Demon Stone and formed a mana core with vast accumulated mana.

 

By concentrating and starting from the mana core, she became able to sense the existence of internal mana like breath.

 

Radis had been practicing moving it for some time now.

 

It was still difficult.

 

She was only at the level of pushing mana out from the mana core located somewhere between her heart and navel.

 

Radis didn’t expect great effects from this training.

 

She simply thought it helped with recovery.

 

After doing this, her body felt incredibly refreshed.

 

It seemed like it would be effective for her currently aching leg too.

 

Moreover, something she hadn’t realized until now was that even her senses seemed to be maximized.

 

Olivier’s voice could be heard from beyond the wall.

 

“Tell Joel… to handle my duties until tomorrow morning.”

 

“Your Highness, are you sure this is alright?”

 

“I’m doing this because I don’t think I’ll be alright if I don’t.”

 

She heard Olivier, who had been sighing painfully in the next room, suddenly burst open the door and leave.

 

‘Oh no.’

 

Radis hastily withdrew her mana.

 

Silence descended around her.

 

‘The Prince’s drawing room… must be right next to my bed.’

 

For Olivier’s privacy, she should probably stop her mana training.

 

Fortunately, the muscle pain in her leg had mostly disappeared.

 

Radis sighed while looking at the wall.

 

‘His Highness must have his own troubles too.’

 

Anyone who heard this would call it unnecessary meddling.

 

There’s even a saying that worrying about royalty is the most pointless worry in the world.

 

But when she added the expression she had glimpsed earlier to the conversation she had inadvertently overheard, she couldn’t help but worry and feel restless.

 

Radis eventually put on a robe over her nightgown and quietly slipped out of her room.

 

She planned to look around a few places and return to her room if she couldn’t find him, but she didn’t need to search hard—Olivier was in that same drawing room.

 

He sat alone, staring blankly in front of the fireplace that was almost dying out.

 

He had said ghosts were scary, but his lifeless figure looked more like a ghost than anything else.

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