The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 97

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 97

It felt like being completely submerged in a barrel overflowing with golden honey wine.

Her head was spinning, her face kept turning red, her tongue was getting twisted, and she kept blurting out things she shouldn’t say.

Eventually, she went beyond saying things she shouldn’t and ended up confessing her innermost thoughts that she absolutely shouldn’t have revealed.

“…If Lord Olivier were a noble lady, I would have offered my sword to you.”

At her words, Olivier burst into laughter.

“Ah, Radis!”

He clutched his stomach and crouched down, laughing heartily.

“Please, stop being so cute! I’m really going to die!”

Radis’s face had turned red and red again, and was now becoming purple.

“I, I’m serious!”

Olivier, who had been crouching on the ground laughing, looked up at her.

Her face, red like a ripe plum, came into his view.

In the end, he had no choice but to roll on the ground laughing.

Since she couldn’t let the prince roll around on the ground alone, Radis gritted her teeth and knelt down on one knee to sit on the ground.

She fanned herself with her hand to calm her flushed face and muttered.

“But it’s true…”

After a while, Olivier, exhausted from his fit of laughter, lay on the emerald grass and let out a thin sigh.

“Haah…”

Olivier looked up at Radis with his moisture-filled purple eyes and said.

“This is the first time I’ve laughed like this since I was born.”

Radis grumbled.

“This is also the first time I’ve seen someone laugh like that since I was born. You’re really too much. Besides, I wasn’t joking, I was serious…”

Olivier rolled once on the grass, then sat up to match Radis’s eye level.

“Really? Like what knights do, you’d make a vow for me?”

“…It’s not ‘like what knights do,’ I am a knight too.”

Olivier blinked.

“A knight?”

“I may not look like it, but I was formally knighted recently.”

Radis saw the laughter fade from his face and his lips tremble with shock.

She became bewildered.

‘Is that really so surprising?’

Perhaps Olivier, who lived surrounded by great knights in the Imperial Capital, might have an aversion to women being knighted.

There were indeed some conservative nobles who felt that way.

Then Olivier said.

“Who?”

“Pardon?”

“Who knighted you?”

At his interrogating tone, Radis panicked and rolled her eyes.

“The, the Lord Marquis did…”

At her words, Olivier let out a low groan.

“Eve Russel, are you saying that man exchanged vows with you before the sacred flame?”

“Y, yes…?”

“…”

Olivier raised his hand and slowly touched Radis’s hair.

Radis saw various emotions rise and mix in his purple eyes like overlapping colored glass.

She couldn’t tell what each one was, but this much was certain.

All those emotions swirling and shaking in his eyes were the most human and simultaneously the most beautiful she had ever seen in his gaze.

Olivier opened his mouth.

“What do you think of him, of Eve Russel?”

His voice was dark and sweet like chocolate.

Radis, who had been completely absorbed in those fragile, beautiful eyes and sweet voice, repeated his question to herself a couple of times before coming to her senses.

“Huh? The, the Lord Marquis?”

Radis panicked and rolled her eyes.

‘Well, he’s gloomy and black both inside and out, I don’t know if he’s trying to look cool but he puts on airs and is quite pretentious. But actually, he’s completely childish inside.’

But if she said that, Olivier might come to despise Eve.

Radis laughed awkwardly and expressed herself as vaguely as possible.

“He, he’s someone I’m grateful to…”

Olivier’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“That’s right. You owe him a great debt. After all, he’s the one who allowed me to meet you.”

He lowered his head and slowly stood up straight in that spot.

So Radis couldn’t see his shadowed face.

He brushed the dirt off his coat and said in a somewhat dry tone.

“I intend to repay him sufficiently for that.”

At his words, Radis didn’t know what expression to make.

Seeing Radis unable to say anything with a troubled face, Olivier changed his expression.

He smiled as if to reassure her and said.

“I’ll give him what he wants. So you don’t need to feel any sense of debt to him.”

Eve Russel said.

“What’s this?”

What he pointed to with his chin was a sack placed next to his office desk.

His aide, Marcel, answered simply.

“Letters.”

Eve Russel slightly opened the sack.

As Marcel said, it was full of letters inside.

“More precisely, letters from people requesting invitations to the Lord Marquis’s estate.”

Eve Russel’s lips twitched.

“What invitations?”

“People from all walks of life who wish to see His Highness Olivier Arpend, the 3rd Prince of Cardia and the most beautiful man in the Empire, even from a distance, are requesting that Your Lordship the Marquis grant them the opportunity.”

Eve Russel’s lips twisted unpleasantly.

“I already invited those who were interested and held a grand banquet, and the schedule is all set. Why are they sending these scraps of paper now? Are they telling me to use them as kindling?”

“Hmm… These are people who didn’t believe His Highness would really stay in Luare.”

“What?”

Marcel glared at the documents and said.

“Previously, when His Highness visited the Lord Marquis’s estate, he was, how should I put it, somewhat uncooperative, wasn’t he?”

“…”

“They must have thought it would be the same this time. They sat on their hands thinking that, but now that His Highness seems to be staying in Luare for an extended period, they’re in a panic.”

Having said that much, Marcel looked up ahead.

Kugugugugugu.

There, a demon archduke was descending, emitting streams of dark aura.

Marcel screamed internally.

‘Uwak!’

He hurriedly pressed his right palm against his left palm and shouted.

“Your Lordship’s social skills have exceeded those foolish people’s predictions! Hehehehehe!”

However, Eve Russel’s anger did not subside easily.

In fact, Olivier’s previous stay in Luare remained as a subtle blemish on Eve Russel’s achievements.

At that time, he had poured money into holding an enormous banquet, rare to see in the South, under the pretext of celebrating the 3rd Prince’s birthday.

However, the 3rd Prince’s attitude was extremely cold.

Throughout the banquet, he maintained his position with an expressionless face and unenthusiastic attitude, then returned to the capital after just two days from the start of the banquet, using the Empress’s summons as an excuse.

Because of this, some southern nobles who had harbored resentment against Lord Russel even mocked him, saying he had made unnecessary expenditures trying to attract the attention of the 3rd Prince, who paid no attention to the South whatsoever.

Of course, such nobles were only a very small number, including the Rodrick Family, the long-standing nemesis of the Russel Marquis.

Most of the southern nobles praised Lord Russel’s achievement in inviting a prominent heir to the imperial throne to the South.

However, even among them, the perception of “it’ll be the same this time too” seemed to remain.

Therefore, those who hadn’t bothered to express their intention to visit the marquis estate were now finally flooding in with invitation requests.

Eve Russel spat out a curse.

“Those who can only suck their thumbs and watch…!”

Marcel spoke passionately.

“Exactly! Your Excellency has such overwhelming authority that they must have thought inviting royalty was as easy as flipping one’s palm!”

“Hmph.”

“How could those incompetent and foolish people know how much effort Your Excellency, with your genius, puts in addition to your dazzling brilliance?”

“Ahem.”

“Your Excellency! You who walk forward looking ahead, toppling mountains and opening seas—why should you be bothered by the grumbling of foolish sheep who can only chatter complaints from the very back of the flock?”

Eve Russel still looked indifferent, but seemed quite pleased by Marcel’s flattery that bordered on misinterpretation.

“That’s true.”

He kicked the bag of letters away with the pointed tip of his shiny shoes and leaned against the window.

“Anyway, we can’t change the prince’s schedule now. I don’t want to see this, so get rid of it. Take it away and tell them to use it as firewood.”

Eve Russel’s gaze, which had been scanning outside the window with a casual look, stopped at one spot.

After entrusting his horse to the stable keeper, Olivier said.

“By any chance, do you like chess?”

Radis nodded.

“I’m relatively fond of it.”

Olivier smiled with narrowed eyes and said.

“I play with Joel every day, so sometimes I’d like to try with a different opponent. If you have time, would you be able to play with me?”

Radis fell into thought for a moment, placing her thumb against her chin.

She had planned to look through the magic-related book that Eve had lent her today.

However, as far as she knew, Olivier’s schedule was quite tight.

There probably wouldn’t be many days like today when they could spend time together.

Besides, books don’t run away, but Olivier had to leave the South in a few days.

Having made up her mind, Radis nodded.

“If I’m acceptable, I’d be happy to.”

Olivier smiled with apparent joy.

He met Radis’s eyes and took her hand, lightly kissing the back of it.

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