The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 240
Chapter 240
Translator: Yonnee
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Rollard was a knight who had followed the typical elite path—born into a noble family, graduating from the imperial academy, and then becoming a squire under a prestigious knight.
While it may look glamorous on the outside, each step of the process was soaked with his sweat and tears.
He had passed the academy’s threshold on his third attempt, starting from the age of twelve.
The imperial academy, known for its elite knight training, had an entrance as narrow as the eye of a needle, but surviving there was an ordeal in itself.
The academy’s curriculum was notoriously tough and grueling, and communal life was harsh enough to bring tears.
Enduring countless harsh treatments, mock assaults under the guise of guidance from seniors, corporal punishments, and military-style discipline…
Through these, he was reborn.
Rollard believed that such tempering was the way to truly make a person into a knight.
However, in the South, there was still a bad custom of knights being appointed too easily simply because they pleased a noble.
And it was especially obvious how exactly this pretty woman before him had been appointed.
She was a living embodiment of corruption itself.
Then, it was his duty as a true knight to rectify that.
Rollard shouted.
“Pick up the gauntlet!”
Radis, trying to soothe the guy’s boiling anger, sighed deeply.
She sent a pleading look to the servant standing in front of Rollard, asking for mediation.
The servant also seemed perplexed as to why Rollard was acting this way.
At that moment, the emperor’s servant approached them and spoke in a solemn voice.
“Sir Rollard wishes to duel Dame Tilrod here and now, as decreed by His Majesty the Emperor.”
Hearing this, Radis widened her eyes and looked towards the central platform.
The emperor was looking at them with a very gentle smile.
‘That annoying old geezer again…!’
Radis, rubbing her forehead and sighing deeply, heard Rollard shout.
“Dame Tilrod!”
“No, calm down first…”
Just then, a roar erupted from the center of the arena.
Radis, startled, looked towards the center of the arena.
Xenon was staggering backwards.
His armor was deeply dented at the chest as if it had been struck by a boulder.
“Agh! My armor! My armor…!”
Xenon, in pain from the damaged armor, suddenly knelt down.
Knights from the edge of the arena rushed towards Xenon.
Radis felt a crushing shock.
‘Am I really tangled up with this fool, missing out on seeing the captain in action?’
However, the extremely agitated Rollard was oblivious to the situation in the arena.
As surely as he believed that he would not lose to Radis, he believed that Xenon would not lose to Robert either.
Without even looking, Rollard, convinced of Xenon’s victory, shouted once more.
“Dame Tilrod! Make your choice. Duel with me, or kneel right here!”
Radis bent over and swiftly picked up the gauntlet.
“Fine. Let’s do this.”
Her hand holding the gauntlet trembled.
With fiery eyes, she glared at Rollard and spit out each word.
“Let’s duel.”
* * *
Radis had never really understood the purpose of duels.
Typically, duels arose from long-standing grudges, unbearable insults, or damaged honor.
Essentially, it meant abandoning resolution through dialogue and deciding the outcome through strength, a concept she found somewhat difficult to comprehend.
However, now that she had missed Robert’s performance because of Rollard, Radis suddenly understood the meaning of a duel and why people were willing to throw an expensive gauntlet onto the dirt to initiate one.
‘Will there ever come another day in my life… when I see the captain, in his splendid armor, receiving cheers from many people as he duels?’
Given Robert’s personality, that seemed unlikely.
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the impressive scene of Robert she had missed.
……
“It’s unimaginable!”
Radis glared at Rollard with blazing eyes.
Rollard was equally infuriated.
He slowly drew his longsword from his waist as if to show off.
“Did you think I’d go easy on you because you’re a woman?”
“Please don’t.”
“Just because you’re an unqualified knight who didn’t graduate from the academy, as long as you hold a sword, you should have known that you could lose your life at any time.”
“I know.”
Radis narrowed her eyes and said,
“Why would you assume I’d ask for mercy, that I wouldn’t know better?”
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