The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 10
Today was Margaret’s happiest day.
It was the day when she held a banquet to celebrate her precious son’s entrance to the Imperial Academy.
“Everything has to be perfect today!”
She closely supervised the garden’s landscaping, the mansion’s decorating and the banquet’s dishes to be served, but even as everything was hectic, a smile did not leave her lips.
She ordered the servants.
“The admissions officer of the Imperial Academy is going to be here soon. The family can’t look bad. You all make sure to serve them without holding anything back.”
The servants bowed low.
Meanwhile, the lovely Jurich was thrilled about the fancy banquet.
Wearing a light green dress that matched her pretty green eyes, Jurich was excited about the biggest cake she had ever seen. She circled around it while swaying her arms at her sides.
Margaret saw her and opened her arms.
“My pretty baby!”
They embraced tenderly.
“What’s your brother doing?”
“He’s in the library!”
“In the library? How admirable!”
“Nooo, he said he was going to take a nap because he had nothing else to do.”
Margaret’s forehead wrinkled.
“Ah, that kid. The admissions officer will be here soon! Go wake up your brother.”
Just as she was about to run there with her arms swaying as she skipped, she suddenly looked back.
“Oh, by the way, Mom! Where’s Radis?”
Margaret’s voice became sharp.
“Radis? What about her?”
“Umm, it’s a party to celebrate Brother’s entrance, right? Shouldn’t the whole family be together?”
“It’s fine. Aren’t you going…?”
“Bring back your brother!”
Jurich nodded and turned around.
Then, Margaret opened the main door.
At the end of the day, even Roto, the gardener, would be able to attend wearing his one and only clean suit.
And yet Radis wasn’t allowed to come.
It was no wonder that this question came to Jurich’s mind.
‘Isn’t Radis family, too?’
“Thank you for inviting me.”
Klein, the Imperial Academy’s admissions officer, entered House Tilrod mansion with a smile on his face.
“You must have had a rough time coming here.”
Zade Tilrod, the family’s patriarch, greeted Klein, who was surprised to see Zade’s mottled face and plump body.
As far as he knew, Zade had once been a promising knight who was well-known in the South.
But the glory of the past could not be found in Zade’s present.
Klein quickly schooled his features and hid his thoughts behind a polite smile.
“I’m glad to be able to deliver the Imperial Academy’s certificate of admission to the historic House Tilrod. How proud you must be to have an exceptional son.”
Zade smiled bitterly at the admission officer’s words.
He was once a knight.
He knew better than anyone that David had no talent at all for knighthood.
Zade was hoping that Radis would fail the test, but that stupid Radis passed on behalf of David.
His hands were shaking just thinking of the future.
He grabbed the shoulder of a servant and took a glass from his tray, downing the entire glass of wine in one gulp.
Then, he opened his mouth.
“I’m very proud. Yes, I’m very, very proud…”
Margaret separated Zade, just as his hands began to tremble, from the bewildered Zade.
“Come on in! I’m Margaret Tilrod, and the lady of this house. David will be here soon. Oh, he’s coming down!”
She was busy guiding Klein away from her husband, then pointed to the stairs that were connected to the banquet hall.
With a helmet over his head, David was in full armor as he descended the stairs.
A smile appeared on Klein’s face.
“At the entrance exam, David was admired by everyone. I was very impressed by the eldest son of the Tilrod family. He was like Alexis Tilrod, the Sword of Fire…”
While Klein was speaking, David slowly approached.
Then, as though in slow motion, he unsheathed his sword… and pointed it straight ahead.
Klein trailed off and stopped speaking.
Surprised, Margaret shook her head frantically.
“D-David! What are you doing?!”
Fortunately, David did not come any closer.
Instead, he turned his head and looked around the banquet hall.
Still unsure of what was going on, the mansion’s servants continued to smile as they watched David looking around the beautifully decorated banquet hall, the lavish dishes on the long buffet table, and the tall cake decorated with many other sweets.
Then, he lifted the sword…
As if to slash a man, he sliced off the top of the cake.
Margaret let out a tearful shriek.
Because the part of the cake that was flung through the air landed exactly on Margaret’s chest.
She couldn’t resist the force behind the cake, and so she tumbled back and floundered.
“What! What is this?!”
Zade, who was a little behind Margaret and Klein, shouted after her.
“David! What are you doing?!”
David did not answer.
Instead, in one fluid motion, he wiped off the cream on the blade with the tablecloth, then sheathed the sword once more.
Then, he strode up to Klein and held out his hand.
“The certificate of admission.”
As Klein’s face had turned pale, he handed over the envelope that had been tucked under his arm.
Taking this from him, David tore open the envelope that was enclosed by a luxurious golden seal, then took out the admission certificate.
David Tilrod, the eldest son of House Tilrod, passed the entrance examination with flying colors, and is thus given admission into the Imperial Academy.
Then right in front of Klein’s face—
David tore the certificate to pieces.
Margaret, who had been sweeping off the cream from her chest, screamed.
Under the helmet, pink lips opened.
And she took the helmet off.
The gardener Roto, who was standing nearby, dropped the hat that was in his hands.
Rather than David, the person underneath the armor was Radis.