The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 93

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 93

“May I read it?”

Eve nodded his head.

Radis first checked the name of the sender.

“Your Highness?”

The letter was sent by Olivier.

Radis quickly read through the contents of the letter.

[Dear Lord Russel.

Last winter, Luare was warm. Though I stayed only briefly, I cannot forget that warmth…]

The greeting was long, but anyway, the conclusion was that he would visit Luare in the near future.

Radis recalled the last image she had seen of Olivier.

Olivier curled up like a pretty cat by the warm fireplace, nodding off drowsily, was truly adorable.

‘No, His Highness is truly beautiful and wonderful, so why is that the first image that comes to mind? I guess cute things are the best after all.’

Thinking this, Radis chuckled softly.

Radis returned the letter to Eve and said.

“Lord Marquis, this is really wonder…”

No, she tried to say.

But Eve looked so deathly pale that Radis couldn’t bring herself to finish those words.

Eve had such a gloomy face as if his lips were protruding a span, and was just mashing the poor violet pudding with his spoon.

If the earlier Eve had been a beautifully bloomed spring flower, the current Eve was like a flower petal that had been mercilessly beaten down by an untimely monsoon rain.

“Lord Marquis, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean.”

“Why did you suddenly become so dejected?”

“…”

“His Highness is coming, aren’t you happy?”

Eve grumbled.

“I’m not happy.”

“…?”

Radis couldn’t understand why Eve was acting like this.

She narrowed her eyes and examined Eve.

‘Is it because it’s spring? His mood is going back and forth?’

She quickly accepted it.

‘Yes, that could be it.’

Regardless of Eve’s mood, Radis wanted to fulfill Eve’s wish of reclaiming the ducal seat if possible.

‘Lord Marquis is quite capable, so if he just becomes close with His Highness, he’ll handle the rest well on his own. And if he makes a friend, wouldn’t His Highness also become a bit happier?’

In her opinion, if Eve and Olivier grew closer, there would be nothing better for either of them.

Pleased with this thought, Radis took a spoonful of purple pudding and put it in her mouth.

As if holding spring flowers, a sweet and fresh floral fragrance spread throughout her mouth.

Olivier gazed at the scenery passing by through the small window of the carriage.

The scenery outside the window was passing by him so quickly that he could feel the real speed of the carriage racing down the main road.

However, even that felt too slow to him.

‘It would be nice if there were a gate connecting the Imperial Capital to the marquis’s estate.’

Having such an absurd thought, Olivier felt the lukewarm wind blowing through the open window.

The air in the North was still cool, but the South was in full spring.

The stuffy smell of sandy wind from the carriage wheels mixed with the fresh scent of vegetation and the sweet fragrance of spring flowers just beginning to bloom, rolling in like waves on the wind.

Somewhere in there, her fragrance seemed to be faintly lingering.

It seemed like his impatience was starting again.

Olivier could no longer hold back and opened his mouth.

“Joel.”

Joel, who had been riding alongside, pulled his reins and moved closer to the carriage.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Is it still far?”

Joel looked at Olivier with an incredulous expression.

‘Your Highness…! Do you know how many times you’ve asked that question?’

Once on the way from the capital Ellarion to the Gate of Duras, and twice after passing through the gate and boarding the carriage sent by the marquis’s estate.

‘Three times, three times!’

These words came right to the tip of Joel’s tongue.

‘Your Highness, surely you’re not feeling impatient right now?’

However, Joel habitually swallowed all his words and answered politely.

“Not much remains, Your Highness. Soon you’ll see the gates of Luare.”

“…I see.”

Joel looked at Olivier’s hand hanging over the carriage window.

That white and delicate hand was anxiously gripping the window frame of the carriage.

Joel couldn’t believe this fact.

It had been 14 years since he began serving Olivier as his lord.

What he had realized during that time was that Olivier was a person with extremely faint emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure.

Of course, Olivier was also human. He would be happy when there was something joyful, and get angry when there was something to be angry about.

However, his threshold was excessively high.

Moreover, even on the very rare occasions when something exceeded that threshold, his reactions were minimal.

When happy, a “hmph,” when angry, a “hmm.” That was about it.

For such an Olivier to show impatience like this.

In Joel’s mind, the image of Yael making a heart with her fingers came to mind.

‘Could it really be…?’

From the Imperial Capital of Ellarion to Lord Russel’s estate in Luare. The wait was as long as that distance.

At the end of that long wait, she was there.

The moment he spotted her silhouette, Olivier felt as if the world surrounding him was becoming dim.

The splendid garden and antique estate, the southern nobles who had come out to welcome him, and even Lord Russel, black as a crow.

“Your Highness the 3rd Prince, I sincerely thank you for visiting Luare again…”

Lord Russel’s lengthy greeting passed by his ears like the cawing of crows.

In that blurred world, only one thing was clear – her alone.

The her he met again looked a little different from the Radis in his memory.

Her nose bridge was slightly tanned by the spring sun, and her shortened bangs were swaying enchantingly above her forehead.

Taking advantage of a brief pause in the crow’s cawing and the sparrows’ chattering, Olivier strode forward and stood before Radis.

“Radis.”

At his call, Radis raised her head.

Wearing a fresh dress suitable for the season with her hair neatly pinned up, she looked as if she didn’t belong to this world.

She was like a tree spirit that had taken root in this place and protected everything… shedding her leaves and transforming into the form of a beautiful woman to welcome the man she loved.

If so, he should rightfully kneel before the spirit and kiss her toes.

Then she gently awakened him.

“Your Highness Olivier.”

He elegantly concealed his passion and kissed the back of her hand.

“In the time we couldn’t meet, you have become even more beautiful.”

At his praise, Radis’s cheeks turned red.

Then the interfering crow pushed between them and cawed.

“Rather than this, let’s go inside. A banquet has been prepared to welcome Your Highness.”

Olivier nodded to reassure those insignificant creatures perched on the spirit’s branches.

After all, those creatures had also gathered here to bless their meeting.

“Your Highness.”

While receiving his escort, Radis spoke to him with a worried voice.

“You seem to have lost some weight.”

A sweet smile appeared on Olivier’s lips at her words.

During the time he couldn’t see her, he had desperately yearned for her. To the point of feeling shame.

Olivier wanted to wrap his arms around her slender waist and whisper in her small ear.

That he had dreamed of her every night. That he had fantasized about her disheveled in his arms, shedding honey-sweet tears.

However, Olivier decided to save those words.

He couldn’t whisper sweet words of love with crows and sparrows chattering around.

Instead, he said this.

“I missed you.”

That was quite a characteristic expression for him.

Radis gave a response characteristic of herself to his words.

“Your Highness, you don’t know how much I waited for you.”

After saying that, Radis took out the golem’s core from her pocket and showed it briefly to Olivier.

Seeing that tremendous object protruding from the pocket of her elegant dress, Olivier couldn’t help but laugh.

After adequately satisfying Lord Russel’s vanity and the southern nobles’ curiosity, Olivier took Radis’s hand and headed to a quiet drawing room.

When the drawing room door closed, Radis, her face slightly flushed, asked.

“Your Highness, did you come all the way to the South because of my letter?”

“Yes.”

That was his sincere truth.

However, seeing the worried look that appeared on Radis’s face, Olivier quickly added.

“That’s not the only reason. It was also a time when I needed rest.”

Reassured by his words, Radis smiled as softly as a dream.

“Please rest well.”

Radis sat down on the sofa to have a conversation with Olivier.

But Olivier, who she naturally expected to sit across from her, came and sat right next to her.

“…?”

Radis looked at Olivier, who sat closely beside her, with eyes full of questions.

Whatever had happened in the meantime, Olivier looked like he had truly gone through a difficult time.

The words about missing her were naturally a joke, but the words about needing rest seemed genuine.

His eyes, which contained beautiful amethyst-like purple irises, were shadowed darkly, giving off a strangely decadent atmosphere.

His once sparkling lips also looked slightly dry and pitiful.

“That object from earlier, could you show it to me again?”

“Ah, here it is.”

Radis rummaged through the folds of her dress skirt.

The dress was so voluminous that even finding the pocket wasn’t an easy task.

Then Olivier naturally took her hand and guided it to where the pocket was.

Radis pulled out the golem’s core that was in her pocket.

“This is… a golem’s core.”

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