The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 25
These were the initials embroidered on the handkerchief. It was the very proof that the events that unfolded weren’t just an illusion.
Had it not been for this handkerchief, Radis would have thought it was only a fever dream, perhaps after she fainted as she hit her head when she tripped.
Meeting him was something she couldn’t believe.
‘Like an angel.’
As she stroked the initials with her fingertips, Radis folded the handkerchief delicately and held it tightly.
‘If we ever meet again someday… I’ll return it.’
Then, she went to the ladies’ room and arranged her clothes, tried to fix her ruined high heels, then prepared herself before she returned to the banquet hall, bracing herself for the scolding that she was sure to get.
’Even so, if you have the courage for it, you’ll get through it all no matter how hard it is.’
The gentle voice gave her courage.
As she returned to the banquet hall, she looked around to take in her surroundings and found a familiar coat of arms.
It was a shield engraved with doves, the crest of House Roschilde.
Radis approached the middle-aged man wearing clothes that bore the family crest.
Realizing that she had approached him, the man greeted her with a gentle smile.
“Good evening. You are…?”
“Good evening. My name is Radis.”
And having to force herself, she added.
“From the Tilrod family.”
“Ahh, Miss Radis. I am Felice Roschilde.”
“It is an honor to meet you, Sir Felice.”
Radis, who wasn’t familiar with how conversation went in high society, immediately went straight to the point after just a short moment of hesitation.
“I know a lot about the reputation of the Roschilde family’s subjugation squad. I heard that it is one of the shields that protect the Empire from Monsterwood.”
Felice smiled and shook his head humbly.
“I’m only doing my duty.”
“No, you’re a really great man. By the way, are you recruiting new soldiers?”
Felice looked at Radis with a slightly awkward smile.
His eyes seemed to be scrutinizing her.
Seeing his gaze, Radis realized that she had made a mistake.
In this place, she was talking to him while wearing this outfit.
If I had at least met him in proper attire while holding a sword instead of this pink frilly monstrosity…!
Then, Felice opened his lips.
“Truthfully… It’s not the recruitment period.”
Radis, whose cheeks had turned red, bowed her head.
“Excuse me, I apologize for making a mistake…”
“But I can’t refuse such an admirable lady’s request.”
“Pardon? You’re saying…”
“You mentioned that you’re from the Tilrod family, correct? I’ll send someone later.”
“Thank you very much, Sir Felice!”
“You don’t have to be grateful. In fact, no matter how many people there are, we don’t have enough in the subjugation squad.”
Radis was so happy that she wanted to jump up and down.
The imperial subjugation squad she was part of in her previous life was impoverished.
The empire’s support was nothing short of a rat’s tail, and most of the necessary supplies were provided only after they had begged for support from the aristocrats of nearby territories.
Although the difference was that squad members were at least allowed to take as many magic stones as they could want.
On the other hand, when she entered a subjugation squad belonging to a noble household, the magic stones that they were to acquire were automatically surrendered to the noble household. Even so, the squad members were treated better there than in the imperial subjugation squad.
Except for the regular subjugations, they were given vacations, and they could also get regular purification ceremonies at the temple.
And the best thing was this: she could leave the Tilrod family this way.
‘The Roschilde household was famous for treating their soldiers well during subjugations. If I can get into their squad…!’
As Radis was about to turn around, she felt her heart swell with hope.
But then over her path, a gray shadow was cast.
It was Huber.
As he looked alternately between her and Felice Roschilde, he looked enraged as his fists clenched and unclenched.
“What’s with this bastard?” Huber said.
Radis was astounded.
“What? Bastard?” Radis asked.
“Is this bastard bothering you, Miss Radis?”
“You seemed to have misunderstood something. I’m the one who talked to Sir Felice first.”
Radis said this straightforwardly.
“And it’s none of your business who I talk to.”
Her words seemed to have struck a nerve with Huber.
Huber stopped clenching and unclenching his fists and instead kept them closed. He approached Radis one step at a time.
He was visibly incensed, and as he spoke, his voice was so low that it seemed to boil.
“I’m trying to treat you nicely, but you keep testing me.”
Radis stared at Huber, but he continued to speak.
“Your mother left you to me. Do you think you have a choice? You’re mine today. How dare you make me angry.”
Huber grabbed Radis by the arm.
He continued to act more roughly, and their surroundings buzzed as other people noticed the commotion.
She could have rejected Huber here, but she didn’t want to make a fuss, so Radis quietly followed him.
When they reached a deserted hallway, Huber turned to her and yelled.
“I’ll fix that bad habit of yours today!”
But as he turned around, Radis aimed at the back of his head—at a vital point—and landed a punch.