The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 139
Robert opened his eyes.
The wide expanse of the azure sky, which he thought he would never see again, was right before his eyes.
“Is this heaven?”
Robert stood up and looked around.
Seeing that the sky was blue, it didn’t seem like he had fallen to hell.
If this was heaven, then he would be able to meet Radis.
But something was off.
What heaven looked like to him now… was the same as the small hill that was overlooking the Roderick household’s drill hall.
And when he found someone coming up the hill path leading from that drill hall, Robert couldn’t help but frown.
It was a scrawny young man with greasy hair stuck to his head, seemingly from wearing a soldier’s helm.
It was such a memorable face that Robert can’t ever forget that face even if he wanted to.
The young man was Heron Roderick, the eldest son of the prestigious Roderick family.
“Robert! You filthy illegitimate punk!”
Robert was flabbergasted. He lay down on his back once more.
“The heck are you saying? Anyway, you damn punk, you were sneaking a peak at my training time, weren’t you?”
Robert closed his eyes completely.
‘It’s impudent of me to even think I had gone to heaven.’
He failed to protect her.
For him to go up to heaven even after committing that great sin—just the thought of it was foolish. And for him to even expect that he’d be able to see her again made him click his tongue from his own shamelessness.
But the sound seemed to have offended Heron.
“You still aren’t getting up, punk? If you don’t get up now, I’ll step on you directly!”
Robert casually grabbed Heron’s ankle and flung the scrawny kid away.
Heron continued to screech as he scuttled away, and meanwhile, Robert’s mind was riddled with tangled-up thoughts.
‘But Heron looks younger… No, he has become younger.’
He closed his eyes and stopped thinking about Heron.
‘Well, there must be some good reason.’
After a while, he heard people coming up the hill.
It was the knights of House Roderick, and Franz Roderick himself—the head of the household.
When they surrounded him, Robert had no choice but to rise to his feet.
Franz Roderick snarled.
“Robert, did you touch Heron?”
Robert said nothing and merely stared at Franz Roderick.
This place really must be hell.
Robert imagined that Franz Roderick would be leading him to some kind of cauldron with boiling oil now.
However, Franz Roderick pushed Robert into the knights’ quarters instead of a cauldron.
It was the punishment he was given for daring to lay a hand on the eldest son of the household when he was a mere son of a concubine.
Robert was not able to grasp his true situation until a long time had passed.
That this wasn’t hell.
* * *
This year’s winter was unusually warm.
Compared to the previous years, the mild weather was a blessing to the commoners as they were spared from the bitter frost.
Above all, thanks to the extreme decrease in apparent monster movements, farmers during the harvest season and the winter could earn a little additional income from hunting and foraging. And so, the winter was more prosperous for them.
But even this small peace seemed to have escaped House Tilrod.
“…What the hell?”
While holding a letter bearing the seal of House Roschilde, Margaret’s hand shook greatly.
The knuckles of that hand were completely white, but her face was entirely red.
As Jurich was just coming down the staircase, Margaret came into her field of view.
Jurich felt conflicted.
She wondered what’s troubling her mother, but on the other hand, she was too afraid to approach her.
After the utter humiliation she had faced at the Russell family’s mansion a few days ago, Margaret sharply became violet, as if she was a wounded dragon.
Thus, everyone around Margaret felt unsafe near her.
The Tilrod manor’s master bedroom was the site of the most intense battle.
Each and every night, pieces of furniture were smashed here and there. Violent sounds could be heard banging nonstop.
Zade, who did not know what Margaret had gone through, was driven out of the bedroom and was now just practically living at his study.
The servants, on the other hand.
Their patience had reached their limits. Margaret’s endless tantrums were taxing, and one by one, they quit their jobs and left the manor.
Now, there literally were only a handful of servants left here.
But Jurich could not leave.
For Jurich, this was her home, and Margaret was her only mother.
Jurich was terrified, but she still lingered around Margaret.
Just like now.
Jurich stopped in the middle of the staircase and slowly looked up to see Margaret’s eyes.
At first glance, Margaret looked as if she was going to tear the letter apart, but she soon took a deep breath and set it down.
Thinking that Margaret had calmed down a little, Jurich crept down the steps.
“Mom… What’s going on?”
Margaret’s nostrils flared. Clearly, her temper had not cooled.
Jurich gulped nervously and slipped her hand towards the letter.
“Then… um, i-is it alright if I—”
At that moment, a spark flashed through Jurich’s eyes.
Because Margaret slapped Jurich’s hand away so sharply that it made a tremendous sound.
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