The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 162
Chapter 162
Translator: Yonnee
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Swinging his sword once to shake off the mud from the blade, Robert approached Radis.
“You okay?”
“Ah… yes.”
Radis examined her hand, which was holding her sword.
Her palm felt like it was being burned—as if what she was holding was an iron rod that’s been thoroughly heated by fire.
Looking at her hand as well, Robert said,
”Give me your hand.”
Robert took out the handkerchief that Radis had given him earlier, then he wrapped it around her hand.
Radis felt that her face was burning more than her palm.
‘It hasn’t even been five minutes since I told him not to be careless with such bravado, but look at me now.’
Radis was being stubborn for no reason.
“Captain, I’m alright.”
Holding her wrist tighter, Robert spoke sternly.
“If you just let this be, it’s going to get worse. We have to cool it down first.”
He poured cold water over the handkerchief.
The burning palm felt a little better after that.
Robert picked up her sword for her as it was by the trunk of the tree. Returning to her side, he found a downcast Radis who’s trying to cool down her hand.
“What’s with that sword?”
Radis groaned, glaring at the black sword that seemed to be emitting a malicious glow for some reason.
“That sword…! I shouldn’t have brought it.”
“If I didn’t see it wrong, it seemed to reject mana.”
“That thing! It’s a haunted sword!”
At her words, Robert examined the sword in his hands carefully.
And, looking closely at the side of the sword, he spoke again.
“It doesn’t look like this sword was reinforced with ordinary mana.”
With a contemplative expression, Robert grasped the sword’s hilt.
He held it up for a while, but he soon returned it to Radis again.
“Indeed, it’s rejecting mana.”
Radis was seriously regretting that she brought this sword.
‘I knew it. I should have thrown it away the moment I found it suspicious.’
But she couldn’t throw it away now because she didn’t bring any spare swords.
She was forced to sheathe it again.
Seeing Radis putting the sword back in its scabbard with a disgruntled expression, Robert asked.
“What did you mean when you said it’s haunted?”
She hesitated a bit, but she answered nonetheless.
“It’s exactly that. It moved on its own and talked, too. It only did it once, then it went quiet after that… I thought it was just a hallucination though…”
“The sword spoke? What did it say?”
“It called me… by a strange name.”
Radis thought that Robert wouldn’t believe this absurd story from the get-go.
Talking about such nonsense was making her feel troubled. In her embarrassment, she dug through the collapsed mud with the sheathed sword’s tip.
“…It called me Hestia.”
As she inspected the mud, something got caught. It was the golem’s nucleus.
Radis picked up the seed-shaped nucleus that had been split in half.
It was the first time for her to see a nucleus retaining its form. So far, all of the ones she had destroyed with her sword had been almost burnt to a crisp.
‘Oh?’
Radis was busy looking at the golem’s split nucleus closely, and she put it into her pocket.
Robert asked further.
“And what else?”
Turning her gaze back to Robert, she answered.
“It talked about time, too. It sounded like it knew I died and then regressed. That’s why I didn’t throw away the sword, but after it spoke once, it never spoke again.”
Radis propped her elbow over the sword’s hilt.
“I figured I must have been out of my wits because I took in so much of the forbidden region’s noxious air at that time, but now that this happened today… I think I’ll be throwing this sword away as soon as we go back.”
Listening to what she said, Robert responded.
“Radis. Have you ever heard of weapons known as the ‘Yarek’?”
As a puzzled expression found its way on Radis’s countenance, Robert continued without waiting for an answer.
“Perhaps you don’t know. I wouldn’t have known about them either if it hadn’t been for Heron clamoring about them.”
If it’s Heron, then it was a name that Radis had heard of before.
Heron was, if she remembered correctly, the eldest son of House Roderick.
He also played a major role in exiling Robert from the household.
Radis gauged Robert’s mood unknowingly.
However, even as it was Robert himself who mentioned Heron’s name, he didn’t look affected at all.
“The one and only God had created weapons for the sake of the world’s protection. It’s said that God has given the weapons their own souls so they could choose a master for themselves, and this is to prevent people with wicked intentions from using their strength. The weapons, of course, have formidable powers.”
“That sounds like the legend.”
“It is the legend.”
Radis glanced at the sword that’s been sheathed into its scabbard.
“That’s impossible. This is a sword I bought at the auction house for just 110,000 rupens. The sword that was auctioned along with it was sold for 1.1 billion rupens, and it was introduced as the legendary ‘Pyrrh’.”
At her words, Robert smirked.
“It’s the sword that my father bought at the night market.”
“Ah, did you get to see it too, Captain?”
“Certainly, it’s a beautiful sword made out of good metal, but it didn’t seem to be ‘Pyrrh.’”
“What?”
Erasing the smirk from his lips, Robert continued speaking with a serious face.
“’Pyrrh’ was the sword of Alexis Tilrod, the ancestor of House Tilrod, and it’s one of the Yareks. It’s known as the ‘Sword of Fire’. The sword that my father bought, on the other hand… Was just an ordinary sword.”
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