The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Translator: Yonnee
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In some cases, the life that eldest daughters tread is painful only because they were born as eldest daughters.
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01. The death of just another eldest daughter
A knight riding a horse passed through the House Tilrod’s gate.
The sudden appearance of the knight was the harbinger of tragedy.
With his armor entirely covered by the black blood of a monster, with a stench that pervaded, with his own injuries seeping blood through the heavy metal of his armor.
And it was as though he could barely hold onto his saddle.
“Ugh…”
The knight, moaning with pain, slipped from his horse as soon as he passed through the mansion’s gates.
The gardener who was working by the fence was startled and immediately ran towards him.
“No, Lady Radi…”
The gardener hastily corrected himself and used the proper title.
“Young Master David!”
As he tried to remove the knight’s helmet, he shouted at the village kids who followed the knight to satiate their curiosity.
“You filthy brats! You’re sightseeing? Get out! Leave!”
“Uwaah! Sir David’s dead!”
“Y-You brats!”
The fallen knight was David Tilrod, the eldest son of the Tilrod family and the well-regarded vice captain of the imperial subjugation squad, which was in charge of hunting monsters.
…As far as the rest of the world knew.
The gardener, who chased off the village kids threateningly, quickly laid the knight on the ground and peeled off his armor.
Before long, red hair cascaded down and swept over the knight’s shoulder.
“Goodness, Milady! Please wake up!”
Wanting the knight to breathe more easily, the gardener straightened the knight’s head.
The unconscious face was soaked with the black blood of monsters and with the knight’s own red blood, but there was still a distinct beauty to it.
The knight’s brows furrowed, then the eyes beneath them opened slowly.
“Ugh…”
“Milady, are you awake? Please let me help you.”
The knight rose from the ground without saying a word, walking slowly and refusing the gardener’s help.
With a mixture of sadness and respect, the gardener looked at the knight’s retreating figure and bowed his head.
At that time, dinner was in full swing inside the Tilrod household.
Margaret, the madam of the house, was busy taking care of David Tilrod, the eldest son who was sitting at the table.
“David, my baby! Eat some vegetables, too.”
“……”
But David was busy looking at a book of poetry.
Sitting opposite David was Jurich, the family’s second daughter.
“Leave him alone, Mom! Older Brother’s busy looking for poems to write in his love letter.
“Oh my, a love letter?”
David, who had his nose buried in his collection of poems, raised his head and glared at Jurich.
“Hey! Shut up!”
“……”
“Ohohoho!”
Margaret pushed a plate of meat before David.
“David, don’t be so hard on your sister. Dating isn’t something you should be ashamed of. But who’s the lucky woman? Hohoho!”
Instead of answering his mother, David yelled at Jurich.
“You’re married! Why do you keep coming here?! Hey, if you and your big mouth want to start some trouble, just do it with your husband!”
“What? Big mouth?!”
“Stop, stop!”
Margaret stopped the brother and sister’s petty quarrel before it could take off into a more serious argument.
Then at that moment, a maid approached Margaret.
“Madam, Master David has…”
The maid realized that David was sitting at the table and promptly corrected herself.
“No, Lady Radis has returned.”
Margaret snapped back at the maid.
“What did you say?”
“Her wounds are very serious.”
“……”
Margaret sighed deeply, the back of one hand over her forehead not as a gesture of worry, but annoyance.
Her cutlery clattered on the table as she slammed her hand down.
“I have to go. David, eat your vegetables, hm? And Jurich, don’t provoke him anymore.”
After Margaret left, Jurich put down her own knife when her appetite disappeared.
She stared at the fish atop David’s plate.
It wasn’t just fish—it was chock full of vegetables, bread and some grilled meat.
No matter how much you stared, all the good dishes were placed in front of her brother.
Jurich stared intently at David, who was still focused on his poems.
Not even looking at the food, he used his own fork to take from all the plates as he wished, as if everything was his.
Eventually, Jurich decided she couldn’t take it any longer, so she opened her lips with a sly smirk.
“Oh, our poor Radis.”
“……”
“She sacrificed her life for her family, for our dear older brother, only for him to be like this.”
David turned sharply to Jurich as he heard her sarcastic tone.
t/n: my girl radis is baaaack!! ahh i missed her so muuuuch!!!
just to make it clear, compared to when i was translating this novel at the previous website before, the chapters have now been split (they’ll be numbered normally though), and this to alleviate the workload on my part. still, i’ll try to update often to compensate for the length. if you’d like to read where i left off at the previous website, you’ll need to wait for chapter 83. we’ll get there in just a couple weeks, don’t worry!
i’ll be posting the chapters gradually over a certain period of time because i need to fix some errors I had made before with the military and fantasy elements that i wasn’t so familiar with last year, and i’ll fix the flow and diction of the narrative here and there too.
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