The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 145

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Chapter 145

Translator: Yonnee

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The moment he heard Bronson’s attack that only seemed to be a harmless greeting, Yves Russell’s lips hardened.

“Isn’t it too early to call it spring yet?”

Allen cut between Yves, who was about to let out a fearsome black aura, and Bronson, who was at a loss.

“Now then, there’s a lot on the agenda today, so let us start the meeting.”

The other administrators quickly read the room and no longer mentioned the vest, but Yves just became increasingly distressed as time went on.

‘Why did I have to choose green?’

He chose this vest for the simple reason that it looked the most like black.

But there was something he had forgotten for a moment.

His aunt, the wife of his father’s younger brother, had green eyes.

“……”

When he realized this fact, he could no longer concentrate on the meeting.

“You’re as dogged as ever, goodness.”

He couldn’t even remember his aunt’s face anymore.

However, the woman’s cruel words had embedded themselves deeply in his heart like thorns, and he could never forget them.

Yves tried his hardest to listen to the administrators.

However, their words sounded like white noise to him now.

Like that dreadful, buzzing echo amidst the misty forest where he had once been trapped…

“I can’t take this anymore!”

It was inside a carriage when his aunt had screeched these words towards his uncle.

“This brat should have died with those people!”

“You, stop it! This kid has golden eyes. You know what that means, right? We need this kid.”

“Are you out of your mind? That’s just a mere superstition!”

Suddenly, Yves Russell realized that his palms had become clammy.

He stared at his hands.

With how much strength he was putting in his clenched hands, the back of them had veins protruding as though they were tree roots.

He lowered his hands from the table. Allen was looking at him with concern in his eyes.

“Your Excellency, are you alright?”

Yves Russell took a deep breath before answering.

“I’m feeling a tad fatigued today. Since the urgent matters in today’s agenda have been taken care of, write down a report about the rest of it and send it to my office. Marcel will be there to receive it.”

Standing up, Yves rubbed his tired eyes.

After returning to his room, the first thing he did was take off his vest and vent his frustrations on it, but he did not feel better.

All he wanted to do was crawl into his bed and hibernate for the next few days, covered entirely by his blankets.

However, he would have to attend dinner just one hour later with merchants who had come to visit Larrings.

He breathed heavily with his eyes tightly closed, but he heard his aunt’s apparition coming up behind him, shouting—

“Is this all you can do? You’re just so useless!”

Then, his uncle appeared as well, his whole body soaked with blood.

“Everything is for the family.”

Then Ashton, whose shoulder had been torn off.

“Did you do this?”

Unable to bear it any longer, Yves Russell grabbed his chest.

He gasped roughly.

The familiar space around him looked like it was closing in on him, about to devour him.

Yves stormed out of his own room, opening his door with all of his strength.

“……!”

But Radis was standing there in the hallway.

In a black cloak.

With eyes wide open like a startled rabbit, Radis asked in a panicked voice.

“No, I mean, i-it’s not that I’m going out right now, but… I came here to l-let you know that I’ve borrowed your cloak…”

In his current state, Yves couldn’t even register Radis’s lame excuse just now.

Yves drew close to the dark angel in front of him and pulled her into his embrace.

He felt her warmth starting from his chest.

At this moment, he was so grateful for her presence to the point of tears.

Everything around him was trying to devour him, slowly cornering him until he could go nowhere.

At least, it was like that.

But now, as long as he was in his angel’s embrace, he was safe.

Helplessly, he relied on her.

His trembling body yearned for her warmth. He leaned down and nuzzled the crook of her neck, taking in the pleasant fragrance of her hair.

On the other hand, the one and only thought that passed through Radis’s mind was this:

‘What in the world?’

These days, she was preoccupied with looking for a chance to go into Monsterwood.

It felt as if her head was going to explode because it was so full of many thoughts, and it seemed like the only way to clear her head was to wield her sword as much as she wanted.

She figured that it would be a waste to go to the woods in her good clothes, and it would be better to borrow one of the marquis’s old cloaks. So, she snuck into Yves’s walk-in closet and pilfered one.

But then, she was caught red-handed by Yves.

The biggest problem, however, was not that she snuck out one of the marquis’s cloaks, but rather the fact that she was about to sneak out of the residence.

And as expected, Yves suddenly dashed right at her and began to crush her in his arms tightly.

‘Pressure torture?’

But she wasn’t feeling any pain to call it that.

Besides, Yves’s condition seemed rather unusual.

As they were so close together, she could feel his very loud, very erratic heartbeat right now.

And he was breathing so fast that it’s as if he was running at full speed.

Radis reached up and patted him on the shoulder.

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