The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 94

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 94

Olivier grasped the back of Radis’s hand holding the golem’s core and examined the object.

“Amazing. This is my first time seeing the real thing.”

“Can you read what’s written here, Lord Olivier?”

“Yes.”

Olivier’s eyes curved gently as he smiled enchantingly.

“You’re lucky. There are probably fewer than ten people in the Empire who can interpret ancient language, and I’m one of them.”

Olivier added casually.

“Of course, it’s not because it’s difficult. Everyone just doesn’t know the method.”

After saying that, Olivier took the golem’s core from Radis’s hand and put the split halves together to make it whole.

Olivier looked at the shell of the unified core and slowly opened his mouth.

A sound like whistling escaped from his lips.

“⌷⌷⌷⌷⌷⌷.”

“…?”

Olivier looked at Radis and spoke again.

“That’s what it says. If I interpret it… ‘Protect this land’, something like that.”

“I see….”

Radis’s expression changed as she nodded.

“Lord Olivier, your face… has become extremely pale!”

“It must be from suddenly using mana.”

Olivier, whose face had turned milk-white, smiled brightly as he spoke.

“I research magic because I’m interested in it, but I don’t have much mana, so even looking at spells briefly makes me like this.”

Olivier rubbed around his eyes with one hand.

Seeing him like this, Radis fell into a panic.

“I’m, I’m sorry! I didn’t know spell interpretation was like that…!”

Olivier frowned slightly and said.

“May I lie down for a moment? I’m dizzy….”

“Of, of course! Lie down here!”

Radis tried to clear the sofa for him.

However, before Radis could even get up, Olivier rested his head against her legs and lay down.

On her knees, Olivier looked up at her and smiled brilliantly.

“Thank you.”

Radis’s face turned bright red.

Heat rushed to her neck and ear tips.

Without needing to look in a mirror, Radis could imagine how red her face had become.

Embarrassed by her flushed face but unable to hide it, Radis could only turn her head and take deep breaths.

Olivier’s smile deepened as he watched her.

Olivier closed his eyes to calm his dizziness.

Though he had exaggerated it slightly, the dizziness wasn’t a lie.

When he closed his eyes, he felt incomparable comfort as if lying against the roots of a large, beautiful tree.

If he fell asleep like this, he felt he could sleep deeply without even dreaming.

He regulated his slightly rough breathing and slowly inhaled.

A sweet fragrance like roses or summer fruit wafted over.

It seemed like the scent of perfume sprayed on her clothes.

His sensitive sense of smell carefully picked out her scent beyond that perfume smell.

The green smell when flower stems are snipped, the soft earthy scent. Even the warm fragrance of tender skin.

As he slowly found stability like this, he could feel Radis becoming increasingly restless by exactly that much.

Sitting upright, she was now breathing laboriously enough that her chest heaved.

Though it was quite enjoyable to feel with his whole body her confusion because of him, Olivier decided to gradually release her.

Just as he was about to get up, the Drawing Room door burst open.

“Radis?”

At the interfering crow’s voice, Radis’s body trembled greatly.

Olivier let out a light sigh and slowly raised his upper body while adjusting his disheveled clothes.

The tactless crow…. No, Lord Russel confirmed the inside of the Drawing Room but didn’t leave immediately, standing firm in front of the open door.

Olivier had no choice but to turn around and greet him.

“Lord Russel.”

“…Your Highness the 3rd Prince. So you were here.”

“I’m resting for a moment as I’m feeling unwell.”

That should have been a polite dismissal, but Lord Russel didn’t leave and instead closed the Drawing Room door and came inside.

“Oh my, you must have Gate sickness.”

Olivier didn’t like those words.

He wasn’t such a weak human.

However, instead of refuting those words, he buried himself back into the seat next to Radis with languid movements.

He could see Lord Russel flinch at that sight.

Eve, who had been standing in that spot for a moment, opened her mouth.

“It seems your friendship has deepened in that short time.”

Olivier looked at Eve with glass-like transparent eyes and said.

“Shouldn’t someone be happy about that fact?”

He couldn’t understand why this crow-like Lord Russel was now acting like an interferer.

However, the next moment, Eve Russel did something beyond Olivier’s understanding.

He also plopped down next to Radis.

Eve Russel grinned and said.

“Someone might be feeling jealous.”

At his words, Olivier’s eyes narrowed with a strange light.

Meanwhile, Radis, squeezed tightly between Olivier and Eve, two men of considerable build, had only this thought.

‘It’s hot…!’

Actually, she had been hot since earlier.

The dress she wore was made of thin fabric for transitional seasons, but she couldn’t help being hot with so many layers underneath the dress.

Moreover, the heat that had risen while lending her knees to Olivier hadn’t subsided.

Being trapped between two men in that warm state, she was on the verge of sweating on her forehead.

Finally unable to bear it, Radis jumped up from her seat.

“Just a moment.”

She walked to the window and threw it wide open.

Cool wind blew in from outside.

Radis sat in the empty seat across from the sofa where Olivier and Eve were sitting.

Sitting spaciously by the window where the cool breeze blew gently, she finally felt like she could live.

Sitting across from them, Radis realized that Olivier and Eve were staring at her intently.

The two men, who ended up sitting together after Radis slipped out from the middle, were silently looking at her.

Feeling as if she had done something wrong, Radis added like an excuse.

“It was hot.”

At her words, Eve smiled brightly.

“Well done, Radis.”

“…?”

At the sudden smile, Radis looked at Eve with suspicious eyes.

‘Come to think of it, Lord Russel said something about jealousy earlier…? Don’t tell me he was jealous of me? Did he want to sit with His Highness?’

Radis looked back and forth between Eve and Olivier’s faces.

Eve’s face was full of smiles as if something made him so happy, while Olivier had returned to his usual expressionless face.

‘Aha. I have some sense too, Lord Russel.’

It seemed like Eve wanted to build a friendship with Olivier now.

‘Lord Russel must have been waiting for this day.’

Radis looked at Eve and sent her an intense gaze.

Eve seemed to understand what her gaze meant, as she raised one corner of her mouth crookedly to show a smile.

Radis stood up from her seat and said.

“Ah, I’m. So. Thirs. Ty.”

She realized her voice sounded too awkward and cleared her throat with a cough.

“I, I should bring something to drink.”

She walked stiffly like a wooden doll and left the drawing room.

As the door closed, heavy silence settled in the drawing room.

Olivier slowly turned his body and leaned against the armrest of the sofa while staring intently at Eve Russel.

Though his gaze wasn’t particularly kind, Eve Russel smiled wickedly with good humor.

“You said we would meet again soon, but I didn’t expect to see you this quickly.”

Then Olivier opened his mouth.

“Five years.”

“…?”

“I’ll return the ducal seat to House of Russel within five years.”

Eve Russel’s lips hardened stiffly while maintaining their smiling shape.

Olivier continued speaking.

“Twenty-two years ago, when conflicts with the kingdoms of the Northern Continent reached their peak. Emperor Claude summoned six dukes to wage war.”

Olivier’s face remained expressionless as if wearing a mask, but a strange fervor could be felt in his eyes alone.

“Rebelloa, Coban, Ruswell, Bayard, Glover… and Russel.”

Throughout the Empire’s long history, no matter how many changes occurred, the names of those six ducal houses remained unchanged as if carved in rock.

Until twenty-two years ago.

“However, the Duke of Russel of that time, Noah Russel, ultimately did not respond to the summons.”

Eve’s stiffened lips parted.

“…Duke Russel was suffering from a chronic illness at the time.”

Olivier nodded his tilted head lightly.

“Of course there must have been good reason for his absence. However, due to Duke Russel’s absence and the opposition from the Bellius Party nobles, the Emperor’s plan fell through.”

Olivier continued speaking after a barely audible sigh.

“Right after that, the Kingdom of Harte came seeking peace, so the Emperor was barely able to save face, but in any case, the Emperor was enraged at having his will thwarted. That fury was poured entirely upon Duke Russel who had failed to respond to the summons. As a result, House of Russel suffered the humiliation of being stripped of the ducal seat they had held for nearly five hundred years.”

Eve Russel was no longer smiling.

Between her black hair, her golden eyes were emitting a hot light like molten flowing gold.

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