The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 72

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 72

 

Eve’s vest looked black at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you could tell it was a deep green.

 

“Argh!”

 

Eve, who had been pounding her chest in frustration, made a sour expression and brushed off her vest with her hands.

 

“Yes! It’s green! What, is that strange?”

 

“No, it suits you well.”

 

“Then that’s a relief.”

 

“You only wear black clothes every day, so what’s the occasion?”

 

“I think I need to practice a bit.”

 

Eve obsessively brushed at her vest as if the green color would fall off if she dusted it enough.

 

“It’s quite uncomfortable, but this much is okay.”

 

“Y-yes. It looks fine.”

 

“Aaaaah!”

 

Suddenly Eve let out a strange cry and roughly tousled her bangs with both hands.

 

The curtain-like bangs that covered her eyes puffed up even more.

 

“For the time being, when I wear clothes like this color, please don’t bring up talk about clothes. When someone mentions it, it makes me more self-conscious…!”

 

Radis, who hadn’t expected him to show such an extreme reaction, nodded her head in confusion.

 

“I understand. Calm down.”

 

“I am calm. I’m in the process of calming down! Do I look like I’m not calm?”

 

“No.”

 

Radis patted his arm.

 

“You look perfectly fine.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

Eve was only able to take a deep breath and return to normal after his bangs had puffed up to twice their size.

 

“…Anyway, Baekryeong is absolutely not happening. You understand, right?”

 

“I’ll think about it carefully…”

 

“What do you mean carefully! Absolutely not! I’m completely opposed!”

 

Radis watched with bewildered eyes as Eve walked away making an X with both arms while shouting his complete opposition.

 

To her, Eve’s words sounded too emotional.

 

Radis had seen the knights of Baekryeong, including Daniel, at the New Year’s gathering.

 

They looked strong and didn’t seem to be bound by anything in particular.

 

Radis thought that even if the Emperor imposed constraints, he wouldn’t impose something as unreasonable as Eve claimed.

 

Moreover, she had already received imperial swordsmanship training from Daniel Sheldon.

 

She respected the traditionally passed-down swordsmanship and the knights who preserved and transmitted it.

 

If she had to pay a price for receiving swordsmanship training, she was prepared to accept it with dignity.

 

“Lady Radis, please sit here!”

 

When Radis returned, the maids noisily surrounded her.

 

“The tea has gotten cold, shall I warm it up?”

 

“Wasn’t the corridor cold?”

 

“Cover yourself with a blanket!”

 

Wrapped up in a blanket, Radis sighed inwardly.

 

This was also because of Margaret.

 

After Margaret’s incident, somehow rumors had spread, and the people at the estate were treating Radis like a two-year-old baby.

 

They were so careful, as if she would fly away if blown on or burst if squeezed…

 

Radis was simply tormented.

 

Berry came with a new cake box and set it down in front of Radis.

 

It was the last of the cakes Olivier had given as gifts.

 

Berry read the card attached to the box.

 

“This is… butter cake flavored with rum aged with vanilla beans.”

 

“Kyaah!”

 

“It looks delicious!”

 

Berry smiled gently and served cake onto Radis’s plate.

 

“Lady Radis, please eat plenty!”

 

Radis looked up at the maids with amazed eyes.

 

She had entrusted most of Olivier’s gifts to the ship coming to the South, but she had no choice but to bring the cakes that would spoil quickly.

 

She had brought them, but she wasn’t confident they could deliciously eat ten boxes of cake before they spoiled.

 

However, the cakes disappeared in an instant, and now this cake was the last one.

 

It was all thanks to the estate’s maids.

 

‘Wow, so rich…’

 

Radis ate well due to her high activity level, but eating several slices of cake while sitting made her stomach feel heavy.

 

However, the maids showed no signs of fatigue and were squealing with delight at the sight of cake topped with plenty of glossy buttercream.

 

Berry, who was chewing a mouthful of buttercream flowers she had scooped up with her fork, said.

 

“But… aren’t we eating too much? It’s almost dinner time.”

 

Melody said as she took her second slice of cake.

 

“It’s fine! Your meal stomach and dessert stomach are separate, right?”

 

“Hehe, that’s right?”

 

April shook her head gently and poured tea with lemon for Radis.

 

“Oh my, I surrender. Youth really is amazing.”

 

Seeing April, the maid in charge of the Countess’ wardrobe, reminded her of something.

 

“April, the Count was wearing a green vest today.”

 

At her words, April, holding the teapot, smiled.

 

“That’s right. He absolutely never wears anything other than black, but today he made a big challenge.”

 

“I wonder what suddenly happened? Has he done this before?”

 

“Well.”

 

April furrowed her brows.

 

“I’ve been in charge of the Count’s wardrobe for nearly 10 years now. In all that time, the Count has worn something other than black only once.”

 

“Only once?”

 

“Once? When was that?”

 

Radis was surprised by the word “once,” and Berry and the other maids seemed amazed even by that single occurrence.

 

“Don’t you remember? He wore white ceremonial robes at his coming-of-age ceremony.”

 

“Huh? I think he was wearing black clothes at his coming-of-age ceremony too?”

 

Then Nicky spoke up.

 

“White ceremonial robes… he did wear them. For a very brief moment. About 10 minutes? He tore them apart right after the blessing ceremony ended.”

 

“Tore…”

 

“The Count didn’t take them off…”

 

Nicky said, gripping the front of her clothes tightly with both hands.

 

“He tore the clothes apart and slipped right out of them.”

 

“This girl, really.”

 

April poked Nicky’s side repeatedly, meaning for her to stop.

 

“Since he’s someone who did that, today was quite a challenge for him.”

 

“I see.”

 

April put her hand to one cheek and sighed.

 

“How tormented must I be as the wardrobe attendant? Only black, black, black. Still, he’s much better these days. He occasionally wears white shirts and pretends not to notice when I use tiny bits of other colors as accents.”

 

“I see…”

 

Radis thought to herself that if April had heard Eve’s ‘black angel’ story, she would be grateful that the angel’s wings were black.

 

While drinking tea with plenty of lemon, Radis thought.

 

‘If it’s so difficult for him, why would he suddenly want to practice such things?’

 

“This is so bothersome…!”

 

Even while returning to his office, Eve continued brushing at his green vest with his hands.

 

But there was no helping it.

 

It was because of what Olivier had said.

 

‘I hate the color black. Especially black clothes like mourning attire—I hate looking at them so much it disgusts me. It might even be close to revulsion.’

 

“Damn it, I had no idea.”

 

But it wasn’t strange that he didn’t know this.

 

Olivier’s private life was shrouded in mystery.

 

No one except Olivier’s closest confidants would know about his personal preferences.

 

Olivier had kept very few people around him for a long time, and those who could be called his closest confidants could be counted on one hand.

 

And they were truly no ordinary people.

 

It would probably be harder to find out Olivier’s breakfast menu than to discover the name of the illness the Emperor recently suffered from.

 

To break through Olivier’s iron-clad defenses, Eve had made every effort possible.

 

Though he despised social gatherings to death, he had traveled all the way north and grudgingly attended imperial banquets, and whenever Olivier appeared, he would eagerly hover around him.

 

As a result, he barely managed to achieve the feat of hosting Olivier’s birthday banquet, but Olivier’s reaction was cold.

 

He had poured countless hours, money, and manpower into it, and that was all he got.

 

And the reason was because of black clothes.

 

‘Damn it. Why does he have to hate black of all colors? Where else in the world is there such a comfortable color…!’

 

He couldn’t understand it at all, but there was nothing he could do.

 

He couldn’t change Olivier’s preferences, so he had to adapt.

 

He considered himself fortunate to know this now.

 

Eve made up his mind.

 

‘Alright. If I can wear this vest all day today, that’s success.’

 

It was a personal challenge, but he was the type of person who had to succeed once he set his mind to something.

 

Honestly, it was difficult.

 

It was about ten times more agonizing than having ten huge hangnails on his fingernails that were driving him crazy but not being allowed to pick at them.

 

Still, Eve endured it.

 

He could barely work in his office, but that didn’t matter.

 

That’s what Marcel was there for.

 

However, in the afternoon, he had three meetings of various sizes overlapping.

 

Since he couldn’t show a lack of focus even during meetings, Eve had to put great effort into hiding his anxious demeanor.

 

The meeting with Ardon, the knight commander of the Russel Estate, where they reviewed reports sent by Luks and finalized the subjugation schedule, went quite well.

 

Ardon didn’t say a word about his vest.

 

Whether this was out of consideration for him or because Ardon was naturally insensitive to such things, he couldn’t tell, but for that reason Eve was able to attend the meeting quite comfortably.

 

But he couldn’t do the same in the meeting with the administrative officials of the Russel Estate.

 

Bronson, an administrative official, said with his eyes wide open.

 

“Oh! This feels like spring has arrived at Lord Russel’s Estate ahead of schedule!”

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