The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

Translator: Yonnee

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In her previous life, Radis’ body was left in a horrible state.

The miasma that entered her system was extremely poisonous to humans.

Those who were exposed to that were supposed to take enough time to rest while waiting for the miasma to go away on its own. If not that, they would need to go to a temple and pay a hefty sum to receive a purification ritual from a priest.

Back then, Radis had no choice but to endure it all on her own.

Her skin, which had also been exposed to the blood of monsters for so long, became dark purple, and some parts of her body were even already rotting.

It wasn’t just her skin.

The misama permeated every part of her whole body deeply.

Her eyesight had gradually declined and her body weakened.

In that dire situation, she overcame the limitations of the human body and mind that she thought she couldn’t withstand.

She found out how to change miasma into mana.

As a result, she did not die. She grew stronger.

But that was only a temporary measure.

And there were side effects.

Even though she gained strength from the miasma, she had to live with the torturous pain of a body poisoned entirely by miasma.

Her vision grew blurry and, even when her skin was only slightly touched, it felt as though her bones were being crushed.

There were times when black crystals would be mixed with the blood she coughed out. Every time this happened, she would think that her demise wouldn’t be far away.

So now that she had returned to her sixteen-year-old body, Radis felt utmost comfort for the first time in a long while.

“I can’t believe it feels this good to be healthy.”

Her bedroom door was locked from the outside, so she slipped away to the roof by going out through her window.

She had no problems moving at all.

These nimble limbs and light body were unfamiliar, but it felt good.

Without her body hurting, she practiced her swordsmanship even if she didn’t have a sword in her hands.

She could feel the scorching clay tiles of the sunlit roof with her bare feet.

The roof was sloped, but it was like flat land to her.

She was someone who once lithely wandered through the harsh forest of monsters.

On the steep roof, she made her way bare-footed and bare-handed.

Her foundation was the imperial swordsmanship basics that Armano taught her.

Without a sword, she assumed the position of a knight’s stance.

Of course, during battle, there was no time to take this stance perfectly, but whenever she could, Armano’s voice always seemed to resonate in her ears.

‘There are enemies in front of you and there are people you have to protect behind you. In the middle of both is your sword. You must observe everything.’

Armano would look into the eyes of the young Radis, who was still in the knight’s stance, and continued.

’There is also something you must never forget—behind your sword is someone you must also defend preciously. It’s yourself, Radis. You have to protect yourself.’

Armano never said these words to David, and this always made Radis curious.

Why did Armano say this only to her?

Her feet stepped over the bricks.

Her footwork was the foundation of her movement.

Quickly, slowly. Forcefully, softly.

She moved forward like a flowing current.

As she lunged, she didn’t forget to keep her back defended.

The foundation of imperial swordsmanship was defense.

A knight must never lose hold over emotions that were like a raging wave.

There must always be room to protect what’s behind a knight, and so her form was ready to spring back at any time, like ripples over a lake’s surface.

Many things had happened ever since she learned imperial swordsmanship from Armano, and her technique had changed, but she never forgot this foundation.

She had often practiced this swordsmanship technique dozens or even hundreds of times in just one day alone.

Regardless of whether she was on dry land, in a harsh forest, or amidst vast darkness.

She would sometimes lose her balance and collapse on the ground, but she would get back up without fail.

Because it was through her sword that she lived.

“Huuu…!”

Soaked in sweat and now unable to move one muscle, Radis lied back down on the roof.

The blue sky above her was endless.

The white clouds scattered at some places, then merged again in others, reaching out as far as they could.

“The sky—it’s so pretty.”

In her previous life, she couldn’t even afford to look up at the sky.

It was only before she died, in her deathbed, that she could look up.

However, by then, she had already lost almost all her sight.

Right now, she could see clearly even the edges of the fluttering clouds.

This alone made her cry tears of joy.

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