The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 167 - Mercenary guild

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Chapter 167

Translator: Yonnee

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Yves Russell patted Radis’s hair, which was wildly messy beneath his hand.

When her bird’s nest-like hair became flattened on top of her head, it really was a funny sight.

And yet, his heart was beating like crazy.

‘What the?’

With a serious expression, Yves Russell brought both hands to Radis’s cheeks and pressed them together tightly.

And because of this, Radis’s lips protruded like a duck’s beak as her cheeks were pressed, and her smile faded away.

Her red, plump lips opened and closed.

“Whut’re ‘ya—?”

“……!”

“Whut exactly’re ‘ya doing?”

As her lashes were still moistened with small beads of tears, he saw her black eyes staring sharply at him.

Just that glance made Yves Russell feel as though he’d been stabbed straight in the heart. He gasped.

“H-Huh?”

“Eugh.”

Radis pushed Yves Russell’s hands away.

“Be more appropriate, will you.”

Radis hand-combed the messy hair that Yves had messed up further, and she reached up to wipe her eyes on her sleeve.

After that, she looked up at Yves Russell and spoke.

“One day… I’ll tell you everything. I’ll make sure to do that.”

“Uh…”

“Thank you for trusting me, Marquis.”

“U-Um…”

After tidying up her disheveled clothes, Radis hesitated for a moment before she spoke again.

“You know… Marquis. Um, actually, I’m really touched. I never once thought that anyone would trust me like you do…”

Radis bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress her feelings. She was just on the verge of feeling emotional again.

“Thank you, Marquis…”

Then slowly, she reached forward with both arms, gingerly embracing the firm waist of Marquis Russell.

“This must be what having friends feels like, right?”

At this singular sentence, Yves Russell felt his heart plummet to the ground like a ripe apple.

And even as that fallen heart was rolling miserably at his feet, it was still beating hard.

20. Mercenary guild

“Cap… I mean, Robert!”

At one corner of the drill hall of the Russell Marquisate’s residence.

Radis approached Robert, who was warming up with a light wooden sword alone.

“Let’s have a match.”

Hearing the confidence in Radis’s words, Robert raised one eyebrow.

It had been a few days since they had returned from the forbidden territory.

Though he had been carried away by the knights back then, Robert was now staying at the mansion as a formal guest.

Radis picked up a greatsword mounted on the wall and handed it over to Robert.

Taking the sword, Robert asked.

“With real swords?”

“When have we ever held wooden swords?”

“There have been many instances, I believe.”

“Training while we were children doesn’t count. We never did that whenever we sparred.”

A faint smile appeared around Robert’s lips.

What she said just now reminded him of the past.

“Sure.”

Holding the sword that’s been borrowed from the armory, Radis rolled her wrist as a warm-up while furtively glancing towards one platform overlooking the drill hall. Ardon was right there.

Just a while ago, he was sitting down and doing some work, but he was now standing up, watching Radis and Robert.

‘He’s definitely going to gauge my skills and tell the Marquis about this.’

Today’s sparring match had a different initial purpose—it was to make Robert think twice about regarding her as an underdog. Ever since their return, it seemed like he’s thinking that she’s become weak. She wanted to bake him to a crisp.

But besides that, Radis also wanted to ease Yves’s worries even a little bit.

More than she ever actually expected, Yves was concerned and fond of her.

Of course, just the thought of how Yves was apparently worried about her was making her so giddy—to the point of making one side of her chest feel numb—so it made her kind of inwardly happy.

But Radis didn’t want to make Yves worry about her again.

She couldn’t reveal the fact that she had returned to the past, but she believed that Yves would at least be a little less worried if he were to objectively know about Radis’s skills.

Robert smiled faintly at her.

“This reminds me of the old days.”

“Hehe, right?”

Giggling softly to herself, Radis nodded her head once, then she immediately lunged.

With her sword now uniformly wrapped in a thin layer of flames, it clashed directly against Robert’s sword, which was exuding a sheen of blue energy.

Kwaaang!

Accompanied by an ear-splitting sound of metals colliding, not only flames, but even the wind also rose in that moment.

All the knights training nearby freaked out and stepped back.

And as Ardon was standing on the platform, his eyebrows shot up in surprise as well.

Radis watched as her flames burst out bigger than she had intended once their swords met.

This was due to the differing natures of their mana.

Unlike Radis’s mana, Robert’s mana held the property of wind.