The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 70

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 70

 

“….”

 

Robert opened his eyes.

 

The blue sky he thought he would never see again was spread out before him.

 

‘Is this heaven?’

 

Robert sat up and looked around.

 

Seeing that the sky was blue, it didn’t seem like he had fallen into hell.

 

If this was heaven, he would be able to meet Radis.

 

But something was strange.

 

The appearance of heaven… was exactly the same as the small hill overlooking the Rodrick Family Training Grounds.

 

Robert frowned when he spotted someone coming up the path connected to that hill.

 

A skinny young man with greasy short hair that looked like a helmet worn by soldiers.

 

That young man with an impressive appearance that was impossible to forget even if one tried was none other than the eldest son of the prestigious Rodrick Family, Heron Rodrick.

 

“Robert! You filthy bastard!”

 

Robert was so dumbfounded that he flopped back down on the spot.

 

“This is hell.”

 

“What is this bastard saying? More importantly, you bastard, you were spying on my training just now, weren’t you?”

 

Robert simply closed his eyes.

 

‘To think I would even consider going to heaven, how shameless of me.’

 

He had failed to protect her.

 

To think of ascending to heaven with that mortal sin and meeting her again, he was appalled by his own shamelessness.

 

“Tsk….”

 

That sound seemed to irritate Heron.

 

“You bastard, won’t you get up? If you don’t get up, I’ll stomp on you!”

 

Robert indifferently grabbed Heron’s ankle and threw him far away.

 

“Aaaaah!”

 

Listening to Heron’s fading screams, Robert thought.

 

‘But Heron seems to have gotten younger… no, smaller.’

 

He stopped thinking about Heron with his eyes closed.

 

‘Well, there must be some reason for that.’

 

After a while, he heard the sound of people climbing the hill.

 

It was the knights of the Rodrick Family and the head of the Rodrick Family, Brantz Rodrick.

 

When they surrounded him, Robert had no choice but to get up from where he was.

 

Brantz Rodrick spoke.

 

“Robert, don’t tell me you laid a hand on Heron?”

 

Robert said nothing and just looked at Brantz Rodrick.

 

It seemed this place was definitely hell after all.

 

“Follow me.”

 

Robert thought that Brantz Rodrick would now throw him into a cauldron of boiling oil.

 

However, Brantz Rodrick pushed Robert into the knights’ quarters instead of a cauldron.

 

It was punishment for daring to lay hands on the family’s eldest son despite being a bastard.

 

Robert was only able to realize after quite a long time had passed.

 

That this place was not hell.

 

That winter was unusually warm.

 

Thanks to the mild weather compared to previous years, commoners were able to suffer less from the cold.

 

Most importantly, because monster activity had decreased drastically, farmers during the off-season were able to earn extra income through hunting and gathering, making their winter survival a little more prosperous.

 

However, even that small peace seemed to have bypassed only the Tilrod Family.

 

“…What is this supposed to mean?”

 

Margaret’s hand holding the letter stamped with the Rosild Family seal was trembling violently.

 

Her knuckles gripping the paper were pale, but her face was flushed red and blue.

 

Yurhee, who was just coming down to the first floor, caught sight of Margaret in that state.

 

Yurhee was conflicted.

 

She was curious about why her mother was acting that way, but on the other hand, she was afraid to approach Margaret.

 

A few days ago, Margaret, who had been humiliated at the Russel Manor, had become violent like a wounded dragon.

 

So there was no way those around Margaret could remain unharmed.

 

The Tilrod Family couple’s bedroom was the front line where the most intense battles took place.

 

Every night, furniture was smashed and loud voices erupted.

 

Jade, who didn’t know what Margaret had experienced, was kicked out of the bedroom without understanding why and was living in the study.

 

The servants had it worse.

 

The servants, whose patience had reached its limit due to Margaret’s endless tyranny, quit their jobs one by one and left the estate.

 

Now there were only a handful of employees left in the estate.

 

But Yurhee couldn’t do that.

 

For Yurhee, this place was home and Margaret was her only mother.

 

Yurhee hovered around Margaret, scared and hesitant.

 

Just like right now.

 

Yurhee stopped halfway down the stairs and carefully watched Margaret’s mood.

 

At first, Margaret looked like she would tear up the letter immediately, but soon she took a deep breath and put the letter down.

 

Yurhee, thinking that Margaret’s mood had calmed down a bit, quietly went down the stairs.

 

“Mom…. What’s wrong?”

 

Margaret flared her nostrils wide to calm her anger, blowing out hot breath through her nose as she spoke.

 

“It’s nothing!”

 

Yurhee swallowed her saliva and quietly reached for the letter.

 

“Then…. Can I, can I read it…?”

 

At that moment, sparks flew from Yurhee’s eyes.

 

Because Margaret had sharply slapped the back of Yurhee’s hand with a loud smack.

 

“Ouch!”

 

“Why would you read that!”

 

Frightened Yurhee stepped back, clutching her reddened hand.

 

“I, I was just curious about what, what it was….”

 

Margaret spoke while blowing hot air through her nose.

 

“It’s nothing. It seems there was a minor misunderstanding. Your brother apparently needed some time to catch his breath.”

 

Yurhee was puzzled.

 

“Time to, to catch his breath?”

 

David, who had become a soldier in the Rosild Family’s Monster Hunting Squad through Margaret’s arrangements, had been unable to adapt to the squad for months.

 

From what she could tell, he couldn’t even properly serve as a soldier, let alone train as a knight, and now seemed to be treated as dead weight.

 

The reason Margaret had gone to the manor to meet Radis was also because of David.

 

She had planned to pester Radis to do something about David, but it didn’t work at all and she was turned away at the door, so now David had to be considered hopeless.

 

Margaret said primly.

 

“He temporarily left the squad, so they asked me to contact them if David happens to return home.”

 

“Yes, yes?”

 

Yurhee’s face turned white.

 

“Did, did brother desert from the squad…?”

 

At Yurhee’s words, Margaret shouted loudly.

 

“This girl, this girl! Look what you’re saying! Desert, my foot!”

 

“But, but… that is desertion…. That’s a serious crime….”

 

Flames flared up in Margaret’s eyes and at the same time, Yurhee’s cheek caught fire.

 

“Kyaah!”

 

Yurhee, who received such a strong impact that her body spun around, screamed.

 

Yurhee looked up at Margaret with eyes widened in terror, covering her cheek.

 

However, Margaret didn’t give Yurhee any chance to cry or make excuses and began to lash out like a storm.

 

“Yurhee Tilrod, you impertinent little girl! This is about your brother. So how can you dare speak such horrible words like desertion and serious crimes? Your brother has been suffering with the Extermination Corps, you see? He might act out a little! Instead of thinking to protect such a brother, you’re only busy tearing him down!”

 

Yurhee turned pale as if all the blood had drained from her entire body.

 

She covered her cheek and mouth with her hands, trembling like an aspen leaf as she mumbled through her tightly pressed lips.

 

“S-s-sorry, M-m-mama, s-s-s-sorry… s-s-sorry… I was w-w-wrong…”

 

“Again, again, again!”

 

Margaret fiercely rushed over and pulled Yurhee’s hands away from her mouth.

 

“Why do you stutter like that? As if you’re not of Tilrod Family blood! Acting as frustratingly as your father, trying to burst my insides and kill me!”

 

“Hic… ugh…”

 

Yurhee’s teeth chattered violently, making clicking sounds.

 

Yurhee’s green eyes were on the verge of rolling back completely white.

 

Margaret pushed away Yurhee, who was about to faint.

 

“Useless girl! With such a weak spirit, what use could I possibly have for you?”

 

Margaret shrieked at Irene, who was standing in the corner of the lobby holding a broom.

 

“You! Take Yurhee to her room. And make her write a letter of reflection! Don’t let her come out of her room until she fills ten pages!”

 

Irene bowed her head and hurried over with quick steps to take the swaying Yurhee away.

 

Margaret paced wildly around the lobby, breathing out rough, hot breaths like a dragon’s breath.

 

“Damn this household! Not a single person who’s any help! Everyone just stares at me… Ugh… I’m so sick of this…!”

 

Had she circled the palm-sized lobby about three times?

 

Margaret, feeling stiffness in her back, slumped down into a first-floor chair.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Someone knocked on the foyer door twice – thump, thump.

 

“What now?”

 

Margaret’s eyes, which had been glaring fiercely at the door, widened in surprise.

 

“Could it be? My s- on?”

 

Margaret forgot about her back pain and jumped up, throwing open the foyer door.

 

“…?”

 

However, the person standing at the foyer was not David.

 

A man with sun-tanned skin, pale platinum hair almost white, and gray eyes that looked as desolate as a winter sky.

 

It was Robert.

 

Margaret looked him up and down quickly with a displeased expression.

 

Though he was a handsome man with refined features, his attire wasn’t particularly impressive, nor had he arrived by carriage.

 

“Who are you…?”

 

Margaret’s gaze lingered in turn on his rock-like muscular shoulders, the great sword at his waist, and the fine warhorse tied near the foyer.

 

‘A knight?’

 

Margaret thought that perhaps he might be a knight from the Rodrick Family who had brought news of David.

 

“…business?”

 

Margaret forced the corners of her mouth upward into an elegant smile.

 

However, Robert didn’t smile at all.

 

He glared at Margaret briefly with gloomy, dark eyes, then turned his gaze to survey the inside of the lobby.

 

Margaret quickly became uneasy at his behavior, which strangely felt hostile.

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