The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 181
The Russell Marquisate’s ‘Room of Rites’.
This place, which would only ever be opened during special ceremonies, seemed to have been plucked directly out of a grand cathedral.
Rather, it didn’t stop at just the appearance.
The ‘Room of Rites’ had been built in the architectural style of a real temple.
The ceiling had been constructed as a round dome, and at the center of it lay the depiction of how the supreme deity, Airum, had first created the world. It bore the symbol of the sacred flame.
Continuing from the flame, the pillars that were lined in an orderly manner were also the very same pillars one would see at an actual temple. Except for the number of pillars that could be seen here, the direction in which they split through the walls from the entranceway was exactly the same.
This symbolized that the world was divided in three according to God’s will: the divine heavens, the mortal realm, and the underworld.
Each wall was further painted in the style of fresco, depicting the creation myth of this world.
And, right beneath the flame on the ceiling above, in the middle of the room, there was a brazier containing an eternal flame that should never be extinguished.
The fire in this brazier originated from the original eternal flame of the main temple.
While walking towards it, Yves Russell thought,
‘I never thought this day would come.’
For this ceremony, he wore a black cape intricately embroidered with his household’s coat of arms—a black lion over a shield—and red epaulets on his shoulders. The very image of him exuded dignity.
Yves carefully picked up the branch of the sacred tree, which had been prepared next to the brazier.
The act of throwing this branch into the brazier to stoke the sacred flame was the signal to begin the ceremony.
Soon, the flame swallowed the branch entirely and burst forth, higher and larger, into a golden flame.
Confirming this, Yves Russell turned around.
Then, Radis took a step towards him.
In a white dress.
Right then, Yves gasped.
The very sight of Radis in a blindingly white dress and a white veil over her head made Yves Russell all choked up.
As though she could read his thoughts, Radis looked up.
And Yves was momentarily taken aback.
He was instantly bewitched by the brilliant smile of her red lips, which he could see from beneath the veil.
Hearing his voice, Radis raised her head to look at him.
Her black eyes, shining mysteriously, captured him completely.
At that moment, he realized.
She was the dark angel he had been looking for all his life.
He felt himself being washed away by such palpable joy, as though he was a parched animal finally finding an oasis.
She never failed to make him feel safe.
No matter how much, he could rely on her strength to his heart’s content.
And at the same time, whenever she would rely on him, he couldn’t feel any happier.
Yves Russell knelt before Radis and spoke from the bottom of his heart.
“Radis! Please make me happy…”
Radis smiled as she heard his confession.
However, there was a shadow looming behind her.
As it turned out, it was that damn bastard of House Roderick.
“Why are you here? Will you not piss off?”
Furious, Yves punched Robert and even kicked him.
Radis smiled. With such pure happiness.
But it was directed at none other than the third prince, Olivier.
In front of the heavily bewildered Yves, Third Prince Olivier was dressed in a soft white suit, and he reached out to Radis.
“Radis, will you marry me? I promise to make you happy forever.”
At Olivier’s proposal, Radis blushed beautifully as she slowly placed her hand upon his.
“If it’s what you wish, Lord Olivier, then of course.”
Yves’s mouth was gaping wide open.
Radis then smiled affectionately towards the other man, and she turned to Yves, who had become no different than stone.
“W-What do you mean, congratulations…”
“You’ve finally attained what you were aiming for.”
Her words made Yves’s eyes open wide.
His whole body trembled.
Desperately looking away from Radis and Olivier, Yves let out a pathetic scream.
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Radis rushed to the platform hurriedly, grabbing Yves’s shoulder.
“Exactly, NO! Marquis, what are you doing! Are you trying to dunk your head into the brazier along with the branch?!”
As Yves was one second away from falling into the sacred flame, he came to his senses.
Then, holding his arm tightly, Radis whispered.
“Marquis, pull yourself together!”
Radis returned to her position, and Yves Russell brought both hands to his face and wiped it roughly to wake up.
‘What the heck was that?’
He looked at the brazier carrying the sacred flame, gaze suspicious.
‘That wasn’t a prophecy… was it?’
With this thought, Yves glared at the brazier grimly.
Was it just his imagination, or did it somehow feel like it was laughing at him?
After giving it a rather profane snort, Yves Russell turned away.
‘That must’ve been just a hallucination, yeah! It’s some wicked trick to rob devotees empty of their pockets, isn’t it?!’
In front of the platform were Radis and Robert, dressed in the black military uniforms of the Order of the Black Lion.
Yves picked up the parchment containing the words he’d need to say for this ceremony. Then, he took a step toward the two of them.
At this, Radis and Robert slowly went down on their knees.
And, unfolding the parchment, Yves began the adoubement.
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