The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 179

※ Regarding the length of the chapters, you may refer to the translator's note at chapter 1.

Chapter 179

Translator: Yonnee

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The answer to her question was simple, and he easily found it.

Radis seemed to be asking about golems.

However, Olivier didn’t know much about them. He wasn’t sure about other magic tools either.

Unlike other man-made magic tools, golems were born in the realm of the Underworld Tree and could come to life only within that same space.

Besides that, studying a golem requires the core of a golem. Yet before even acquiring one, one must shatter a golem, take out its core and destroy that very core.

It’s not an easy thing to do.

“……”

As Olivier was lost in thought, his gaze remained at the last line of the letter.

[ Your Highness, I wish you happiness, always. ]

Reaching up with his free hand, he caressed the surface of the paper.

This was a piece of paper that she had touched, these were the letters that she had written, this was her faint scent…

Olivier folded the letter carefully and returned it into its envelope.

He stood up from his seat.

“Joel.”

Joel, who had been bickering with Yael at the drawing outside, entered the study.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I must go and see Sir Sheldon.”

Olivier’s words wiped off the smile on Joel’s face.

Meeting Sir Sheldon was also part of Olivier’s ‘plan’.

It was not at all something that could be done haphazardly.

Joel bowed towards the prince.

“I shall carry out your command.”

When they both left the study and returned to the drawing room, Yael’s smile was also replaced with a serious expression. Bowing towards Olivier as well, she informed him.

“Sir Sheldon is currently at the imperial library as per usual. He does not have anything else scheduled for the rest of the day.”

Olivier nodded slightly to Yael and thus left his residence.

A few years ago, when Daniel Sheldon disappeared, Olivier thought that the knight had already died.

And he could think of no other culprit but the Geas.

Daniel Sheldon was one of the most trusted knights of the empire’s sovereign, Emperor Claude Arpend.

However, it could never be a good thing to be favored by an emperor who was undoubtedly cruel.

The emperor had placed two counts of the Geas upon Daniel.

Despite having such powerful mana while being part of the most elite knightage, the Order of the White Dragon, it was because of the double Geas that Daniel all but lost his freedom for the rest of his days.

So, when Daniel had become missing-in-action and did not return, Olivier thought that Daniel had died after enjoying a brief moment of freedom.

Yet, Daniel came back.

Perhaps due to the influence of the Geas, he seemed to be considerably weaker than he originally had been, but even after everything that happened, he came back alive nonetheless.

“Your Highness the Third Prince.”

Sitting by the window while reading a small book, Daniel stood up and greeted Olivier with a bright smile.

“If you’re interested in Ciavin’s book of poetry, you’re a step too late. I’ve already picked it up first.”

Beaming all the while, Daniel waved the small book in his hand.

“What a shame. I’ve been wanting to read his poem about Potter Hill again.”

Olivier took out the envelope from his inner pocket and continued.

“How about we trade? This letter for that book.”

And the moment Daniel caught sight of Radis’s name on the envelope, the wide smile on his features cleared up.

Daniel answered,

“There is another, better place to read letters.”

At this, he led Olivier to a corner of the library that’s a dead end, with shelves reaching the ceiling on three sides.

Joel stood stationary at the only exit, blocking anyone who might pass.

Then, the bookshelves became a closed room.

As he leaned against an array of old books, Daniel asked.

“How much do you know, Your Highness?”

Perhaps because of the dim lighting of the library, but a shadow was cast upon his beautiful countenance.

“I don’t wish to put you in danger. I’m here only to talk about one particular girl.”

Handing the letter to Daniel, Olivier spoke once more.

“That girl has red hair reminiscent of burning flames and black eyes as deep as the night sky. God had shackled her with a harsh, unforgiving duty, yet despite having lived in such a dark world, she shines brilliantly.”

Only partially listening to Olivier until now, Daniel burst into laughter at this.

“Good heavens, Your Highness. I didn’t know you’re a fan of mine?”

“I’ve read ‘Dame Angela’ three times and also went to see the theater adaptation…”

An elegant smile rose upon Olivier’s lips.

“…Armano.”

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