The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 210
Chapter 210
Translator: Yonnee
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26. The characteristics of eldest daughters
When Yves Russell first learned about Radis, his goal was clear.
Connect her with Third Prince Olivier and use her to reclaim his family’s ducal status.
Radis was just a stepping stone for his plan.
His plan went like this.
Rescue Radis from House Tilrod, as she wasn’t treated well by even her own family, and bewitch her with blinding extravagance.
Then, he’d do his utmost efforts to play cupid between Olivier and Radis.
The Tilrod family wasn’t a prominent household, but the background of their progenitor being a national hero wasn’t bad.
If the daughter of a family that has a national hero for an ancestor was presented to the northern aristocracy adorned with jewels and dresses, the dark-hearted nobles in the southern court would surely approve and applaud.
If he gained support, Radis could even ascend to the position of ‘Crown Princess’.
It would be a great success.
As a new princess, she would try to draw southern aristocrats to the center to solidify her power base.
It was the perfect momentum for the rising south.
Such was his plan.
…Until he met Radis.
While similar old knightly families were falling into obscurity, the Tilrod family, with one esteemed ancestor, continued to live on.
Being the family that produced a national hero five hundred years ago was reason enough for the southern nobility not to ignore the Tilrod family.
Even though the people in the household seemed to excel only in spending staggering amounts of money at one go, the mansion sparkled, and the clothes of the family members continued to be luxurious.
Except for her.
At that time, Radis lived in a narrow and dark room, wearing her younger brother’s hand-me-downs.
Her hair was poorly cut short, and on her emaciated body, there was not a single trace of sumptuousness.
Yet even in such circumstances, she alone exuded dignity.
Observing her, Yves Russell thought to himself.
‘She’s like a cat.’
Not just any cat, but a stray cat.
House cats raised in the marquisate to catch mice would roll over when he passed, rubbing their bodies against his legs and purring.
So, he thought all cats were like that.
But only once, he saw a truly stray cat.
Its face was dirty, its body was skinny, and its ribs were visible.
It was a pitiful sight that anyone couldn’t help but feel sympathy for.
He tossed a piece of jerky at its paws.
If it were the mansion’s cat, it would have gone crazy and pounced on it.
However, the cat just sniffed it indifferently, its face covered in eye boogers.
It didn’t even acknowledge the cheap sympathy.
Then, with a surprisingly elegant gait, it disappeared.
Radis had something reminiscent of that cat.
Yves Russell didn’t mind it.
No, if he were to be honest, he liked that part of her.
With feelings of coaxing and soothing like one would with a cat, Yves Russell persuaded Radis to come to House Russell.
As expected, befriending a stray cat was no easy feat.
The cat turned out to be more powerful than expected and roamed around as if the entire world belonged to her.
There were more than a few moments when his heart sank.
However, the independent creature, after wandering away for a while, returned to him regularly, not forgetting the kindness that had been shown to her.
Little by little, this cat became a precious presence to him.
He realized that something was wrong.
He tried to tame her, but in the end, he was the one who got tamed.
He attempted to use her to reclaim his family’s ducal status, but at some point, the objective and means he had weighed on the scales had changed.
When he realized it, it was already too late.
If the empire’s prince wanted her, there was no way Yves could stop it.
Moreover, Radis had liked Olivier from the beginning.
Even if Yves had realized his feelings now, there was nothing he could do.
As he had tried to use her in a cowardly way, he couldn’t even confess his feelings openly.
Even that felt much too dishonorable.
* * *
The townhouse of the Russell family in Dvirath was bustling with shop runners since morning.
The items they brought were orders for Robert, who had become a master candidate under House Russell.
After inspecting the luxurious boxes brought by the runners, Lina, the butler of the townhouse, sent them upstairs.
“Ardon probably explained the ‘trial’ to you.”
Yves Russell spoke in a low voice.
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