The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 185
Chapter 185
Translator: Yonnee
—
“May I read it?”
When Radis asked, Yves nodded.
The first thing Radis checked was the sender’s name.
“His Highness?”
The letter was from Olivier.
Radis quickly read the contents of the letter.
[ Dear Marquis Russell,
My stay at your residence last winter refuses to leave my mind. It was warm. It was just that, but of course, warmth is not all your residence has… ]
The formalities at the start were lengthy, but to summarize, the third prince would be visiting Loire in the near future.
Radis recalled how Olivier was in their last meeting.
Dozing off, Olivier looked like a pretty cat that’s all curled up by the warm fireplace. In Radis’s eyes, he was really so adorable.
‘No, but the prince is a very beautiful and cool person, so why is that the first thing that popped up in my mind? I guess being cute is the best.’
Thinking this, Radis smiled.
Radis returned the letter to Yves and said,
“Marquis, isn’t this a very good thi…”
No, well, she was about to say.
However, with Yves looking as if he had deflated so gravely, Radis couldn’t complete her sentence.
With a gloomy expression, Yves was pouting as he crushed the innocent violet pudding beneath his spoon.
If Yves had been like a beautiful spring flower earlier, he now looked like a flower that had fallen to the ground and had been brutally beaten down by the monsoon.
“What’s wrong, Marquis?”
“What’s wrong with what?”
“Why do you look so dismayed?”
“……”
“His Highness is coming. Aren’t you happy?”
Yves grumbled.
“No, I’m not happy.”
“……?”
Radis couldn’t figure out what’s wrong with Yves.
She narrowed her eyes.
‘Is it because it’s spring now? His mood isn’t the best because of the change of seasons?’
She was quick to surmise this to be fact.
‘Yeah, it’s possible.’
Yves’s mood aside, Radis wanted to do her best to fulfill Yves’s wish to reinstate his household as a duchy.
‘The Marquis is quite competent himself, so if he forms close ties with His Highness, he’d be able to do well after that. And if they become friends, won’t he be happier, too?’
In her eyes, nothing would be better for the two than to become close friends.
In a great mood, Radis took a spoonful of the purple pudding and put it into her mouth.
As though the pudding contained spring flowers themselves, the scent of flowers and pleasant greenery blossomed in her mouth.
* * *
Olivier looked out the small window of the carriage, taking in the view.
The scenery outside the window was flitting by so fast that the boulevard outside didn’t seem real anymore.
But even then, it still felt like the carriage was running much too slowly.
‘Couldn’t there be a warp gate connecting the Imperial Palace and the Marquisate?’
Thinking of such nonsense, Olivier was greeted by the lukewarm wind blowing in through the open window.
The air in the north was still chilly, but spring had already arrived in the south.
The sand and dust from the ground entered the air as the wheels of the carriage disturbed them, but despite the dry smell, the fresh scent of the lush foliage mixed with the wind. And besides that, there was the sweet scent of the spring flowers that had just begun to bloom.
Somehow, somewhere, there seemed to be a faint trace of her scent.
And with this, it felt as if his polydipsia—his excessive thirst—was starting once again.
Oliver could not hold back any longer.
“Joel.”
Joel, who was riding on horseback next to the carriage, pulled the reins and got close to him.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Are we still a long way off?”
Joel looked at Olivier in disbelief.
‘Your Highness…! That question, do you know how many times you’ve asked the same thing?’
Once on the way from Elarion, the capital, to the gate of Dvirath. Twice more after passing through the warp gate and riding onto the carriage sent by the marquis.
‘Three times! Three!’
These words threatened to pop out of Joel’s lips.
“Your Highness, are you feeling antsy?”
Joel, however, habitually pushed down on the urge to utter such words and merely answered politely.
“Not long now, Your Highness. You will soon see the walls of Loire.”
“…Alright.”
Joel stared at Olivier’s hand, which was hanging over the carriage window.
Joel could not believe it.
It had been fourteen whole years ever since he started serving Olivier as his liege.
What he realized during all those years was that Olivier was an extremely aloof person who did not care much about emotions such as joy and sorrow.
Of course, Olivier was still human. He was happy when he’s happy, and he was angry when he’s angry.
But the threshold of him actually expressing these emotions was high.
And in addition, even on the rare occasion that the threshold was met, his reactions were mostly weak and unnoticeable.
If he’s delighted, pfft. If he’s angry, huff. Just to that degree.
He could not believe that Olivier was evidently showing how anxious he was right now.
In Joel’s mind, he could clearly picture Yael making hearts with her fingers.
‘Is it really like that…?’
Want to read more? Up to [25] advanced chapters are available on Patreon:
For update pings, novel discussions and/or to send mistake reports, join our discord server~!
Want to read more? Advanced chapters are available on Patreon! (for selected novels only)
≪ Discord ≫
≪ Novel Updates ≫
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
