The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 174
Chapter 174
Translator: Yonnee
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Robert was really only misunderstanding the situation because he wasn’t aware of the contract between her and Yves Russell.
In the first place, Yves brought Radis to the marquisate because he was under the impression that Olivier Arpend, the third imperial prince, was fond of her.
And after that, Yves took great efforts as a matchmaker between Olivier and Radis.
For Yves Russell, Radis was a stepping stone to Olivier so that he could become a duke—or a goose who’d lay golden eggs.
Recalling how Yves had called her a goose before, Radis smirked.
Once again, Radis concluded with a firm tone.
“Unless there comes a day that the sun rises in the west, that will never happen.”
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21. Mana sword
“Hmm…”
Radis tilted her head to the side.
What she was looking intently at right now was the core of a halved golem.
A golem was a kind of monster that could only move within the bounds of Monsterwood. In the past, there were quite a lot of them, but a large number of their species had been eradicated recently. They could only be seen in the forbidden region these days.
Radis had also contributed quite a bit to the subjugation of the golems, but it was the first time she was seeing its core in such a form.
She examined the golem’s core, which had been split into two pieces.
The core was the size of a fist, and overall, it looked like an almond.
It had a dark brown hue, and it had a complicated pattern all throughout its surface, intertwined with wood grains.
To be precise, what she was looking at so intently was this pattern.
“Just what in the world is it saying?”
At first glance, the pattern only looked like what you’d see on the trunk of a tree—intricate wood grains that you’d see anywhere in the forest. However, as she looked closely, they looked like letters.
Uniting its two halves, Radis stared hard at the golem’s core.
And the longer she stared, the more it seemed like the brown patterns on the surface were moving subtly.
In addition, there was a stinging sensation in her eyes, and she could feel a wave of nausea coming straight at her, just like how she’d feel whenever she’d pass through a warp gate.
‘It felt just like this when I saw the runes at the stone gate of the forbidden region.’
Still staring hard at the golem’s core, Radis held up her quill and tried her best to copy the patterns onto a sheet of paper.
However, even when she exerted herself, the patterns she saw with her eyes were much too different from the patterns she was writing down.
It’s as if the patterns were changing each moment, like the moving clouds up in the sky.
And it’s strange that this was happening, because the husk of the core continued to be just a solid surface. Nothing seemed to have changed at all.
Radis looked at the letter-like patterns that she had transcribed.
They looked like crawling earthworms, quite honestly.
“Ugh, this isn’t gonna work.”
After quite a long time there, Radis finally got up from her seat. She crumpled the piece of paper that’s been littered with scribbles that looked like partying worms.
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At that time, Yves Russell was alone in his study. He was also staring quite hard at something.
“As expected, my hair doesn’t look good, huh…?”
Yves had his butt glued to his chair behind the desk, and he was glaring hard at the mirror in front of him. His arms were crossed over his chest.
He hated the idea of anyone touching his hair. Anyone at all.
No, he never allowed it, period.
It’s to the extent that he was even the one cutting his own hair.
But of course, there’s no way that he was proficient at this.
It’s fortunate that his hair was naturally curly, so it didn’t look all too weird even if his hairstyling skills were abysmal.
In a melancholy voice, Yves Russell muttered.
“Radis… seems to like neat things…”
Her own immaculate hair was always perfectly neat, whether she wore it down, tied up, or braided.
It’s gotten to a point that he had the momentary urge to ask how she maintained her hair.
“Hmm…”
Picking up a comb, Yves carefully combed his hair.
However, no matter how much he tried to tidy it up, his hair just poofed up even more as he combed it.
“Ugh.”
Yves Russell was shocked to see his own reflection.
“What? What’s wrong with this?”
He glared at the comb and pushed it away.
“Did someone put a curse on this comb or something?”
Yves stared at the mirror again. There was a cruel expression on the face that stared back at him.
“What the hell is this, seriously. I should just wash my hair.”
Covering the mirror, Yves got up from his seat.
Or rather, he was about to, but someone banged on the door of his study.
His tone laced with irritation, Yves spoke.
“What?! Don’t interrupt—”
“Marquis!”
Yves’s eyes went wide the moment he realized it was Radis’s voice.
He hurriedly picked up the mirror he had just covered and once again confirmed what he looked like.
“Ugh.”
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