The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 142

※ Regarding the length of the chapters, you may refer to the translator's note at chapter 1.

Chapter 142

Translator: Yonnee

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Robert’s jaw was clenched as tight as it could be. A grinding sound could be heard coming from him audibly.

“…Sold where?”

“T-To the marquisate! The Russell Marquisate!”

Then, Irene cupped both of her hands around her mouth, and her voice dropped to a whisper.

“I-I don’t know what kind of hardships Milady is going through now. Please help her…!”

The look behind Robert’s eyes sank darkly.

He bowed slightly to express his gratitude towards Irene.

“Thank you. I commend you for your courage.”

“You must help her, sir…”

At this, Robert nodded.

“I definitely shall. I will put even my own life on the line.”

His words carried nothing but sincerity, with no need to add nor subtract anything.

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“……”

As he had decided to visit Radis, Yves Russell now stood outside the door without taking a step inside the drawing room just yet.

“You all can just continue. Don’t mind me.”

A few young women were seen sitting ‘round the table of the drawing room. They were having a small tea party amongst themselves until now, but they quickly rose from their seats the moment he arrived.

Yves Russell, embarrassed, hurriedly repeated,

“No, you can just continue…”

Then, Radis spoke to the maids.

“You guys can just sit down. I’ll be back in a bit.”

After Radis saw that they sat down again, she was the one who left the drawing room and closed the door behind her.

Yves spoke in a somber tone.

“I seem to always disturb you all.”

“Ah, well… Isn’t it inevitable since you’re the boss?”

“I guess I am, but never mind. More than that…”

Glancing sideways at Radis, Yves asked,

“Are you… alright? You know, like, how you feel…”

Radis’s face went slightly red.

It was a few days ago that Margaret’s rampage took place, and the people of the marquisate didn’t broach the topic with her a single time. They were careful not to mention ‘Margaret’ or ‘House Tilrod’ to Radis as if they had all agreed to it.

However, oddly enough, they all kept walking on eggshells around her.

Just like how Yves was doing now.

“I’m… fine.”

“R-Right. T-That’s good.”

Lost as to how he should act, Yves brought a hand over his lips and chin.

Then, he suddenly handed over a thick envelope to her.

Upon receiving it, Radis flipped it over and confirmed the name of the sender.

“Daniel Sheldon.”

She nearly asked, ‘Who’s that?’ but soon recalled that it was Armano’s real name.

“Master…!”

Seeing how her mood soared right then, Yves gruffly snorted.

“Since he sent a letter through me, Sir Sheldon must have finally come to his senses.”

Radis glanced slightly up at him and thanked him.

However, Yves did not turn around even after he had already delivered the letter.

“Just what does that guy want anyway?”

“……?”

“Seriously, gosh! Even if you guys know each other from way back! Right now, you’re mine! Right now, my—! My vassal! Isn’t that so, Radis? Right?”

The contents of her teacher’s letter seemed to bother him.

Sighing, Radis opened the letter before Yves’s eyes.

Most of the letter contained normal small talk, but the main part was towards the end.

[ My cutest and loveliest student.

Over here, I told my friends about you.

When they learned that I taught you imperial swordsmanship, they said that they wish to ascertain your skills for themselves. ]

Yves’s eyes grew very wide.

“Look! That guy really still hasn’t come back to his senses! I knew this would happen!”

Puzzled, Radis asked.

“What’s wrong?”

“For you to show your imperial swordsmanship skills in front of the Order of the White Dragon? It’s the same as saying that they’re going to recruit you!”

“…..!”

“That’s not happening at all!”

Mulling it over for a moment, Radis spoke up.

“Wait a minute, Marquis. If I get into the Order of the White Dragon… Wouldn’t that be very beneficial to the Marquisate?”

But Yves firmly shook his head.

“No!”

Then, with a tone more vigorous and more enthused, he continued.

“Listen, Radis. The Order of the White Dragon is the best chivalric order of the whole Empire. Sure, you could say that being part of that order is an honor in its own way as a knight. But! If you join them, you’re going to be chained to Geas.”

It’s the first time Radis was hearing this.

“Geas? What’s that?”

“To put it simply, you’ll be bound by contract. It’s like a shackle that’s made up of mana, and you can gain more power by taking the oath. But if you violate the oath, there’s a high likelihood that you’ll lose your life.”

Shocked, Radis blinked dazedly.

“Really?”

“Yes, really! If you join the White Dragons, you’ll have to take an oath of loyalty to the Imperial Family, and the Emperor will basically hold your shackles and accept all his commands.”

Yves shook his head.

“If you decide to join the chivalric order, you won’t be able to resist being bound to Geas. After that unreasonable shackle will be put on you, the Emperor will just drag you around for the rest of your life!”

“Aha.”

Radis nodded.

“I understand, Marquis.”

“…Do you really understand?”

“Yes. I’ll think about it properly.”

“Proooperly? Don’t forget, this matter concerns you, okay? Think about yourself! You just gotta say no, never! You’ll just be shackled by a weird contract and be forced to work for an old man who’s desperate to wage a war!”

But then, Radis got sidetracked. She gaped openly at him with her eyes going wide.

“Marquis…”

Radis pointed at his vest.

“You’re wearing… green?”

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