The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Translator: Yonnee

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“What? Sacrifice?”

“That’s right. She’s been fighting monsters because her cowardly brother couldn’t do it—for six whole years. She received a title under Brother’s name, was bestowed a pure magic stone yet she just brought it back home. What else could that be called if not sacrifice?”

“You, watch your language! Who are you calling a coward?!”

David slammed the table with a knife still in his fist.

“Why should I be called a coward?!”

“Then should I call you despicable instead? Come to think of it, it was Radis who took the test for the Imperial Academy in your name, and you’ve just been shamelessly boasting about it all your life. I was just thirteen when it happened, but I remember all about it.”

“Shut up.”

David’s eyes were burning with fury.

“Did anyone ask her to do it? Why should I be a coward when she’s done all that by herself? Why should I be despicable?”

“Ah, right, right! You never asked her! It’s all because Mother coerced her to do it for her beloved son. And now, that beloved son is just lying down under a tree with his mouth open, waiting for an apple to fall down as Mother shakes the tree vigorously for him.”

To mock him even further, she pretended to be under a tree herself, opening her mouth with a red face.

Then, she spoke with a lower tone to mimic her brother’s voice, pretending to hold an apple in her hand.

“Oh, I hate obligations, but it’s good to reap the benefits without having to lift a finger. I was too scared to hunt monsters, but wow! While pretending to be a valiant knight, I can meet so many girls! Yum, yum!”

David jumped up and rushed to Jurich’s side just to grab her by the hair.

“Argh, let me go!”

“I told you to shut up! I never asked for anything like that!”

“Ugh, it’s always like this, right?! You’re only strong in front of weak people like me and Mother!”

“Shut up! You yourself only married well because of the money Radis earned! Why are you criticizing only me, you hypocrite!”

“Argh! It hurts! Let go!”

“Oh, I know. Does your husband have a mistress? Gerrick does, you know. Because he likes young women so much. I heard that a daughter’s fate mirrors her mother’s exactly. Does your husband have a lover, too?”

“What…? You!”

Not being able to endure it any longer, Jurich retaliated and sank her nails into David’s arm.

David collapsed, screaming.

The brother and sister fought like banshees, tearing each other’s hair off, scratching each other as if they were children fighting over candy.

It was only until Margaret returned that they parted with tears in their eyes.

* * *

The eldest daughter of House Tilrod, Lady Radis Tilrod, couldn’t take off her heavy armor and helmet until she arrived home.

When she took off the helmet and wiped off the dry blood on her, it was clear that her face looked terrible.

The once beautiful face now looked as gaunt as a corpse.

Her skin had deteriorated to a mottled purple hue after the prolonged exposure to miasma.

Her body was in a worse state.

Her condition was no better than a lone candle in a howling wind, the miasma exposure being only the cherry on top of all the injuries she sustained during the subjugation expedition.

The old maid who was wiping down Radis’ body hesitated before speaking to Margaret.

“Madam, she’s in terrible shape. Shouldn’t we bring in a doctor or a priest?”

Without any warning, Margaret slapped the maid across the cheek severely.

“If a doctor or a priest finds out that she’s been exposed to miasma and not David, will you take responsibility?!”

The maid quietly put away the filthy armor, clearly wanting to say something, but deciding to keep silent.

She also picked up the helmet on the floor and gave Radis a sympathetic look.

‘The poor young lady…’

Because she was only a maid, she couldn’t dare go against House Tilrod’s Madam.

As the maid left the room with the armor and helmet, Margaret glanced sideways at Radis. Even if she didn’t know anything about medicine, she knew instinctively that it was severe.

But what could she do?

She couldn’t call a doctor to heal her wounds or a priest to clear away the miasma.

Then, Radis’ eyes slowly opened.

Her eyes were shrouded with fog.

Margaret was haunted by the unusually dim dark eyes. Her eyes usually shone with acuity. But soon, Margaret forced herself to speak with a bright tone, yet she avoided looking into Radis’ eyes.

“Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”

“……”

“I’ll get you some soup.”

Margaret hurried out of Radis’ small, cramped room.

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