The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 65

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 65

 

Eve shook her head vigorously like a dog, then let out an irritated sigh.

 

“If she came, she should at least say she came. Why didn’t she come?”

 

Even if Radis had come, he would have already been asleep, but somehow it was still Radis’s fault.

 

He gauged the approximate time by the light visible between the curtains.

 

Seeing how hazy it was outside, it seemed like dawn was just breaking.

 

It was too early to get out of bed.

 

“Ugh…”

 

Eve swallowed his tears and reluctantly crawled out of bed.

 

Leaving the nicely warmed blankets was more painful than rejecting a beautiful woman’s temptation, but there was nothing he could do.

 

In the cool air, he put on a thick robe and left the bedroom with his shoulders hunched up.

 

Though it would normally be as quiet as a mouse at this hour, the estate was strangely bustling with activity.

 

Candles were lit everywhere, and all the servants were moving in perfect coordination.

 

Bewildered, Eve went down the stairs.

 

He could see several maids including Lina standing in the foyer, as if they were seeing someone off.

 

Eve approached Lina and asked.

 

“Is it evening by any chance?”

 

Lina looked as if she had seen a ghost.

 

“Oh my, Master! Why are you here?”

 

“Why…? This is my house…”

 

“You said you’d be resting for a few days!”

 

“Th-that’s right…”

 

“Good heavens, and in such a state! Master, if you’re going to be here, at least go get properly dressed!”

 

“Clothes? Why?”

 

“Because there’s a guest! And he’s about to leave!”

 

“A guest? What guest? Radis?”

 

Just then, a gentle voice came from upstairs.

 

“She is sleeping. I moved her to the bedroom.”

 

Olivier, now dressed in formal attire, was slowly descending the stairs.

 

Eve’s mouth fell open in bewilderment.

 

‘The 3rd Prince? Why is the 3rd Prince coming down from there? And what? He moved someone to the bedroom? What? What? What? Don’t tell me he was together with her until this hour? With Ra-Ra-Ra-Radis?’

 

There were more than one or two things he wanted to question.

 

However, seeing Olivier’s face, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

 

Olivier was wearing not only formal attire but also the perfect mask of the 3rd Prince of the Empire.

 

Standing before Eve Russel after descending the stairs, there was no trace of yesterday’s gentle smile, bright laughter, or troubled expression on Olivier’s face.

 

With a face so rigid it looked dark and gem-like emotionless eyes, he stared at Eve Russel before opening his mouth.

 

“You must want something.”

 

At his words, Eve felt his boiling emotions cool instantly.

 

That’s right.

 

This was that kind of plan.

 

Wasn’t it that kind of plan from the beginning?

 

A petty plan to approach Olivier using Radis.

 

Even if it meant exploiting the heart of a girl in a pitiful situation, there was something he had to grasp even by doing so.

 

Slowly, an utterly cynical smile appeared on Eve Russel’s lips.

 

“Your Highness, I want nothing. What I desire is only the well-being of this beautiful Empire and the Imperial Court, nothing more.”

 

Eve Russel whispered in a more secretive voice.

 

“And if Your Highness ‘especially’ acknowledges my such loyalty, what more could I wish for?”

 

Olivier looked at such Eve Russel with transparent eyes.

 

He knew that Eve Russel wanted to reclaim the ducal seat that House Russel had possessed in the past.

 

And that he was approaching him for that purpose as well.

 

That’s why Olivier couldn’t trust Eve Russel even more.

 

If he wanted restoration to the ducal seat, he should have approached Charle.

 

However, he was so blatantly approaching Olivier like this.

 

As if he knew his purpose.

 

‘What does this man know, and how much?’

 

He was originally someone who didn’t allow this kind of approach.

 

If one walked the wide path, they would be able to have many things.

 

They could join hands with many people, put their heads together to gather more things and move forward.

 

However, he had been placed on a tightrope from the moment he was born.

 

Since falling meant death for him, he couldn’t let his guard down for even a moment.

 

Even a single feather falling on his shoulder could be fatal to him.

 

He had lived twenty years like that, holding even his breath.

 

Except for yesterday.

 

That’s why he couldn’t refuse the hand that Eve Russel was extending.

 

Olivier finally opened his mouth.

 

“Lord Russel.”

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

“There is something you don’t know about me.”

 

Olivier took a step closer to Eve Russel.

 

Eve Russel perked up his ears as if he wouldn’t miss a single word.

 

Olivier’s beautiful lips moved.

 

“I hate the color black.”

 

“…?”

 

“Especially black clothes like mourning attire, I hate them so much I can’t even look at them. It might be close to disgust.”

 

“…!”

 

As usual, and even now, Eve Russel’s lips stiffened in shock as he was wrapped tightly in a pitch-black robe.

 

Seeing such Eve, the corners of Olivier’s mouth rose slightly.

 

“You didn’t seem to know. Please keep that in mind from now on.”

 

He stepped back and said while looking at him with the same cold gaze as usual.

 

“Yesterday there was a small accident, so I couldn’t return to the Imperial Capital immediately and had to impose for one night. I express my gratitude for your generosity. We’ll meet again soon.”

 

Olivier bowed lightly and turned around.

 

The royal maids and knights waiting in front of the estate bowed their heads toward him.

 

A carriage bearing the royal crest was waiting for him with its black mouth open like an entrance to hell.

 

It was time to return to the Imperial Court, among the black-hearted humans wearing golden shells, to the tightrope cast over the stage of blades they had created.

 

Olivier stood in front of the carriage door and looked back one last time.

 

‘It was the first time I had wanted something so much.’

 

At first, he had wanted to see her smile.

 

He thought that after seeing that face, he could turn away without regret.

 

However, every moment he spent with her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

 

Watching her cheeks puff out as she chewed delicious food, he learned for the first time what it felt like to be full without eating.

 

He had even mindlessly put chocolate, his most hated food, in his mouth.

 

Even her embarrassed state was cute.

 

Buying that strange hat that she was obviously looking at with curiosity was actually excessive.

 

But what could he do? Even her slightly angry expression was so charming.

 

“Ah.”

 

Olivier opened his mouth.

 

“I wasn’t able to serve cake to the young lady yesterday.”

 

The maid bowed and said.

 

“I will carry it out without fail, Your Highness.”

 

Olivier nodded lightly and got into the carriage.

 

Watching her suffer from his gift offensive, sending signals of retreat and trudging away, he could understand exactly what the word “lovable” meant.

 

Inside the swaying carriage, Olivier closed his eyes tightly and thought of Radis.

 

Her, who had been moved as if she would shed tears over a single piece of candy.

 

Her, who had laughed innocently among the flock of swans.

 

Her, who had worried while watching him waver.

 

Her, who couldn’t leave his side and slept deeply beside him…

 

If he could, he wanted to capture her image within his eyes.

 

‘No…’

 

If he were to be more greedy.

 

‘I want her.’

 

The moment he realized that, he could feel a strange sensation spreading throughout his entire body.

 

Right now, his mind was filled with nothing but longing for her.

 

To the extent that everything else felt trivial.

 

He was shocked by that fact.

 

Throughout his life, he had considered himself to be quite a rational and cynical person.

 

He thought emotional turmoil was foolish and enjoyed making solid plans for everything and approaching them calmly.

 

However, he had a premonition that he wouldn’t be able to do that with her.

 

‘How can I have her?’

 

The moment his thoughts reached having her, his heart began to beat like an excited clown.

 

However, contrary to his frantically beating heart, his eyes gradually grew cold.

 

‘Would it work if I grant Lord Russel a ducal seat? Using the Empress… no, using Charle, that wouldn’t be too difficult. But would Lord Russel’s desires really stop there? Would he completely give her up?’

 

However, Olivier immediately corrected his thoughts.

 

‘No, this kind of approach isn’t right.’

 

Making such plans to obtain her pure affection felt like an insult to her in itself.

 

‘Radis. What must I do to have you?’

 

Until now, he had made and executed countless long-term plans that were complex like mazes and required lengthy time.

 

That experience had given him the ability to quickly derive the process from the present to the result for any problem.

 

However, in this problem, he couldn’t see such a thing.

 

“Why?”

 

Olivier looked at Lord Russel’s townhouse growing distant through the carriage window.

 

She was there.

 

She was only a distance that could be reached in a few minutes if he just turned the horse’s head, yet she felt as distant as reaching for a star in the night sky.

 

Her eyes were warm, and her smile toward him was affectionate, but he didn’t know what to do to hold onto that.

 

He wanted her.

 

He wanted her this much.

 

Yet he couldn’t think of any way to have her.

 

His mouth began to dry and his throat started to burn as if his mouth was full of cotton balls.

 

Olivier groaned in pain and let out a sigh.

 

“Haah…”

 

His breath that yearned for her was as sweet and sweet as the sugar fragrance that the candy vendor had created.

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