The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 233
Chapter 233
Translator: Yonnee
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28. A duel, a fight
Kneeling at the feet of Olivier, Yael finished reporting on the events that occurred in the Archive.
“…Afterwards, Sir Sheldon met his death due to a rampage from the Geas. It was Sir Claudio, his close friend, who personally took care of his remains and laid him to rest in the knights’ cemetery.”
The incident in the Archive and the death of Daniel Sheldon were buried in complete darkness by the emperor of the empire.
Because the emperor executed numerous people to bury the incident, it took quite a long time to uncover this far.
Feeling guilty about this fact, Yael slightly lifted his gaze to gauge Olivier’s reaction.
Olivier, who had deeply sat back into his chair, was maintaining his usual perfect expressionless facade, making it difficult to discern his thoughts.
His gaze was fixed on the blade of a razor placed on the table.
The razor, with a handle carved out of ivory, looked like a piece of art when left untouched.
No one would know how sharp the blade was until it was swung to slice something apart.
After an unbearable silence, Olivier’s lips parted.
“What about her?”
His voice was unnecessarily cold, prompting Joel, who brought the vest, to hastily respond.
“By a stroke of luck, the magical artifact malfunctioned at the very moment His Majesty the Emperor was about to cast two sets of the Geas on her. I heard that Her Ladyship managed to escape without receiving any.”
Olivier asked in a voice smooth enough to raise goosebumps.
“Was she hurt?”
The moment he heard those words, Joel felt as if the smooth side of a blade was brushing against the base of his neck.
With his head bowed and in a steady tone, Joel replied.
“She did not shed a single drop of blood.”
“Is that so?”
Olivier looked at the cream-colored vest laid down by Joel with clear eyes devoid of any emotion.
‘The Emperor tried to bind her with two Geases?’
Olivier stared intently at the vest, delicately embroidered with violet-shining silk thread.
The silk vest felt as though it was peeling off someone’s pale skin.
The opal buttons on it seemed to be staring back at him.
‘He wanted to bind her with an unbreakable curse, to make her eternally his?’
Olivier covered the jewel with his hand to block its gaze.
The touch of the lukewarm, round gem felt almost like an eyeball.
The thought of that ominous gaze reaching her made his head feel like it was turning upside down.
‘What was that man planning to do if he had her heart in his hands? Why must he desire everything despite already having so much?’
The feelings Olivier harbored towards the emperor of the empire could not be summed up in a single word.
Intense loathing, faint hope, a stickiness like glue that couldn’t be scrubbed away, an intensely suppressed desperation, and a capricious wind, all mixed together like pieces of colored glass in a stained glass window, constantly creating different colors.
The emperor of the empire had shattered it all today.
Olivier gathered the finely broken pieces of glass with his bare hands.
The needle-thin pieces of glass sliced in various directions into his tender flesh, causing bright red blood to flow, but he continued to sweep them together undisturbed.
And he looked into what he had gathered in his hand.
Hatred.
Olivier asked in a dry tone.
“Have you confirmed Sir Sheldon’s corpse?”
Yael, who was applying scented oil to Olivier’s silver hair, slightly furrowed his eyebrows and responded.
“The body interred in the cemetery has been confirmed. However, due to the curse’s effect, it was burnt to a crisp, making it impossible to ascertain whether it was indeed Sir Sheldon.”
Olivier stood up and said,
“The Geas is not that kind of curse. Sir Sheldon is likely still alive.”
“If Sir Sheldon is alive, what happened to his Geas?”
“That’s something we’ll have to investigate for now.”
Faint cheers could be heard from beyond the window.
The sound was coming from the direction of the royal stadium.
Today was the day that Robert Roderick, a knight from the South, was to challenge the ‘Trial of Incandescence’ to receive his master’s seal.
Sir Xenon, a knight serving the Lebeloia Duchy and the fourteenth master, was to be his opponent.
Joel draped a vest over Olivier’s shoulders.
The faint musky scent embedded in the clothing felt like the smell of blood, but Olivier paid it no mind.
He spread his arms, allowing Joel to button up the vest and tighten the waist as Olivier’s mind wandered to other thoughts.
For instance, the death of the emperor, something he had only vaguely considered until now.
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