The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 248
Chapter 248
Translator: Yonnee
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“Apparently, Sir Xenon didn’t want to give up the master position to Sir Roderick.”
“But Sir Roderick completely overpowered Sir Xenon!”
“It was such a dazzling display of skill. And what a handsome man he is…!”
“Miss Arne, please explain it well to Lady Ruthwell, especially the part about his beauty…”
Elizabeth, who had been lost in thought among the giggling ladies, spoke up.
“It makes sense for the Lebeloia Dukedom. Right now, Lebeloia is the only one protecting the Iziad faction, while the Velleius faction has both the Coban Dukedom and the Viard Dukedom. It’s only natural for the Lebeloia family to keep House Russell in check as they were once a pillar of the Velleius faction.”
Elizabeth suddenly realized the ladies were smiling enigmatically at her.
Tilting her head and giving a friendly smile, she continued.
“…How charming must he be for Lady Greenfield to be so smitten?”
At her words, Arne Greenfield beamed and raised her voice.
“Lady Ruthwell, listen to me! It was worth braving the scorching sun to go to the arena.”
In an excited voice, Arne Greenfield described the sight of Sir Roderick removing his helmet.
How his sweat-drenched platinum hair shone as if surrounded by a halo, how his tanned brown skin looked as sweet as chocolate, how his martial prowess was like that of a hero from mythology…
As the ladies around her sighed sweetly, Elizabeth felt her chest growing tighter.
She could never get used to this.
The greenhouse, with rare plants kept and nurtured within it while exuding their thick, humid scent, was no different than a birdcage.
These plants could never leave the greenhouse.
Even if they did, they would soon meet their demise.
The plump, greasy leaves would turn yellow, and the hollow, over-fattened stems would start to rot, attracting all kinds of insects with their sweet, decaying smell.
Furthermore, the beings outside the greenhouse would not be kind to those dying plants.
Someone, curious about why they had become so, would surely press their fat stems with a finger.
Elizabeth could easily imagine the once-solid stems collapsing under that curious touch, oozing rotten liquid, and spilling insects from the torn bark.
The unkind beings would marvel at the sight and say,
“Elizabeth, why don’t you try harder to win the favor of His Highness the First Prince?”
“Being so stiff and rigid, no wonder the First Prince is hesitant about you.”
“The one holding your fate is Her Majesty the Empress.”
“You are behaving just like your mother!”
Ignoring these whispers, Elizabeth would smile gracefully and say,
“I am really looking forward to tonight’s banquet!”
As she wore a brilliant smile, her dear Olivier whispered one last thing in her ear,
“If you also aspire to the Empress’s position, you should be more considerate of the First Prince’s feelings…”
Elizabeth wanted to scream.
In her very early years, she and Olivier hadn’t worn masks.
“Ollie! Eat this.”
“…….”
“Hey! You’re so thin, just skin and bones, why don’t you eat anything?”
The small, adorable Olivier looked at her with his big, pretty purple eyes and whispered,
“Except for what Joel gives me, I can’t eat anything. Everything else is poisoned.”
“What are you talking about? There’s no poison. This is from my house.”
Olivier then spoke as if revealing the most important secret,
“Zozoth, if you eat something poisoned, it hurts terribly. If you don’t throw it up immediately, you could die. So, you always have to be careful about what you eat.”
Elizabeth felt stifled.
“No! This is safe. Look, I’ll eat it first.”
She opened her mouth wide, forgetting that her front tooth was loose, and bit into the cookie to show him.
—Crack.
There was a strange sound, but Elizabeth thought it was just the cookie breaking.
She chewed the cookie and smiled brightly.
As she did, Olivier’s face slowly turned pale.
He looked at her with a terrified expression and began to back away.
Confused, Elizabeth asked him,
“Ollie…? What’s wrong?”
At that moment, Olivier’s face went completely blank.
“Goodbye, Zozoth.”
After Olivier disappeared, Elizabeth looked in the mirror.
The spot where her front tooth had been was now empty, and blood was flowing from it.
She looked at the blood-stained cookie and cried sorrowfully.
She did not cry because she had shown an unattractive side to someone she liked.
She cried because she realized that the child, who always stood in the shadows without expression, would no longer trust even her.
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