The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 8

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 8

“She’s definitely lost her mind.”

It was Margaret’s muttering with an ice pack placed on her head.

“Yawn.”

Yurhee, who had been flipping through dress catalogs, yawned with clear intent to say ‘please stop already.’

And for good reason, since Margaret had been mumbling those words over ten times just today.

For thirteen-year-old Yurhee, talk about her brother’s future and the family’s honor was nothing but tiresome nagging.

Yurhee preferred looking through the dress catalogs piled up in her mother’s room rather than such things.

Snow-white muslin dresses and colorful ribbons, evening dresses so sophisticated they made her squeal with delight and the beautiful furs that matched them, cheerful yellow, bright pink, elegant blue…

Yurhee finally made up her mind.

“Yurhee likes yellow!”

However, Margaret seemed not to hear Yurhee’s words, only lying on her side making groaning sounds.

Frustrated by Margaret’s dismissal, Yurhee struggled to lift the heavy catalog, spread it under Margaret’s chin, and shouted again.

“Mooooom! Yurhee likes this yellow dress!”

Margaret finally opened her eyes and looked down at her daughter.

“What did you say?”

Yurhee spoke clearly.

“You promised, Mom!”

“What promise?”

Yurhee felt like her insides were burning black.

She stomped her feet and shook the catalog wildly.

“Mooooom! That’s terrible! Did you forget already? The 3rd Prince’s birthday banquet! You definitely said so, Mom. You said you’d buy Yurhee new clothes to wear to the banquet!”

Colorful catalogs shook wildly before Margaret’s eyes, and Yurhee’s whining voice rang loudly in her ears.

Margaret felt a thousand fires rising in her chest.

Already on the verge of exploding, she ended up shouting at Yurhee’s face.

“New clothes my frozen ass!”

Shocked by her mother’s outburst, Yurhee’s pretty green eyes widened in bewilderment.

“You’re not buying me new clothes…?”

That was truly unthinkable.

She couldn’t attend a celebration for the 3rd Prince of the Empire, Prince Olivier, wearing old clothes.

If she did, her rival Rosaline would mock her endlessly.

Yurhee had to secure new clothes by any means necessary.

“Waaaaaaah!”

Even if it meant crying for days and days, or not eating for several days!

“Ugh, so noisy!”

Margaret covered her ears.

But the child’s deliberately loud wailing easily penetrated through her covered ears and pounded inside her head.

Margaret felt like she was going crazy.

‘This is all because of Radis!’

How much mental anguish she had suffered because of the fraudulent admission incident!

Margaret and Jade had tried to frame the fraudulent admission incident as a jealous older sister’s scheme against her younger brother.

However, there was an insurmountable obstacle they couldn’t resolve: Kline Rockton, the admissions officer.

If Kline Rockton had been even slightly flexible, the matter would have been resolved simply.

But neither Margaret’s charm nor Jade’s persuasion worked on Kline Rockton.

Kline Rockton returned to the Academy and immediately requested the Academy Committee to retest David, and the committee, finding his argument valid, accepted his opinion.

The problem was that if a retest was conducted, the fraudulent admission would be immediately exposed.

In the end, the incident was concluded with Jade sending a letter saying he would cancel his Academy admission for everyone’s honor.

While it was fortunate that the matter didn’t escalate further, how much persuasion, lobbying, and cleanup had to be done in the process…!

“That damn girl!”

Margaret, who had unconsciously uttered profanity, gasped and covered her lips.

‘To make someone as elegant as me use such harsh language, that wicked Radis…!’

Margaret wasn’t the only one shocked by her profanity.

“M-M-Mo… m…!”

Real pearl-like teardrops began filling the eyes of Yurhee, who had only been pretending to cry until now.

The moment she saw those green eyes brimming with tears, Margaret realized she had truly saddened her beloved daughter.

“Oh, Yurhee! No, I wasn’t talking to you!”

“Waaaaaaah!”

“This is all because of Radis, that wicked thing. Oh dear, child, don’t cry! Yes, I’ll buy you a dress!”

“Sob sob sob sob!”

“Which one do you like? Green?”

“Waaaah, ye-yellow…!”

Even while shedding tears, Yurhee pointed out exactly which dress she wanted.

“Alright, alright! You’re choosing an expensive one too. Stop crying already. My head feels like it’s going to split!”

Having obtained what she wanted, Yurhee’s crying quickly subsided.

Margaret sighed while looking at the price written below the yellow dress design.

Just then, something interesting caught her eye.

In her previous life, Radis’s body had been an absolute wreck.

The magic energy emitted by monsters was poison to the human body.

People exposed to magic energy had to take sufficient time to rest and wait for the body’s natural purification ability to resolve the magic energy, or go to the Temple and pay priests for purification rituals.

However, Radis had no choice but to endure it alone.

Skin exposed to monster blood for long periods turned purple, and severe areas even became necrotic.

It wasn’t just the skin.

The influence of magic energy penetrated deeply into every corner of her entire body.

Her vision gradually deteriorated and her body weakened.

At the limit of what her body and mind could endure, she discovered it.

A method to convert magic energy into mana.

Because of this, she didn’t die and could become even stronger.

However, that was only a temporary measure.

Regardless of her strength, she always had to live in pain with a body poisoned by magic energy.

Her vision was blurred, and she constantly suffered from pain as if her flesh was rotting and bones were cracking.

Sometimes, when black crystals mixed with blood came out after severe coughing fits, she even had premonitions that death was near.

So now, having returned to her sixteen-year-old body, Radis was feeling incomparable comfort.

“To think that not being in pain could feel this good.”

Since the door was locked, she climbed up the outer wall through the window to reach the rooftop.

It wasn’t difficult at all.

Her powerfully moving limbs and light body felt unfamiliar but good.

With her pain-free body, she practiced swordsmanship alone without even a sword.

She could feel the texture of sun-heated bricks under her bare soles.

The rooftop was sloped, but to her it was no different from flat ground.

She had swept through the treacherous Monster Forest like the wind.

On the steep rooftop, she carved her own path with bare hands and feet.

The foundation of swordsmanship she knew was the Imperial swordsmanship taught by Armano, her only teacher.

Without even holding a sword, she took the ready stance that guards the upper body.

Of course, in actual combat there was no time to take such elegant poses, but whenever she took this ready stance, Armano’s voice seemed to echo in her ears.

‘Before you are your enemies, and behind you are the things you must protect. And at the center of it all is your sword. With this, you protect everything.’

Armano looked into the eyes of young Radis as she held the ready stance and said.

‘Also, there’s something you must not forget. Behind your sword, before all the things you must protect, there is something else. That’s you, Radis. You must protect yourself.’

Armano never said those words to David.

Radis had always been curious.

Why Armano had said those words only to her.

Her feet began to step across the bricks.

Stepping is the foundation of movement.

Fast, then slow, strong, then gentle.

Moving forward like flowing water, wrapping around.

Though advancing forward, the center must remain behind, below, in the depths.

The essence of imperial swordsmanship is protection.

One must never rage and boil like waves.

Like gentle ripples always ready to retreat, one must leave a margin of strength to guard what lies behind.

Much had happened since learning imperial swordsmanship from Armano, and her sword had changed as well, but she never forgot the imperial swordsmanship that was her foundation.

Sometimes she would repeat this same swordsmanship dozens, even hundreds of times in a single day.

Whether on dry ground, in treacherous forests, or in darkness—it didn’t matter.

Sometimes she would lose her balance and fall, but she would always get back up.

Because that was her sword and that was how she lived.

“Huu…!”

When her entire body was drenched in sweat and she truly couldn’t move another step, Radis collapsed and lay down on the rooftop.

Above her head, the blue sky stretched endlessly.

White clouds scattered into pieces, merged again, and drifted on forever.

“The sky is really beautiful.”

In her previous life, she hadn’t even had the luxury to look up at the sky.

The first time she could finally look up at the sky was when she lay in bed before dying.

But by then, she had already nearly lost her sight.

Now she could clearly see even the delicate wisps of drifting clouds.

That alone was enough to make her so happy that tears welled up in her eyes.

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