The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 255
Chapter 255
Translator: Yonnee
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Radis, feeling a surge of joy at seeing her, instinctively called out her name.
“L-Lady Elizabeth…!”
At Radis’s words, Elizabeth suddenly held out her hand firmly.
Radis hesitated.
‘Was it wrong to acknowledge her?’
However, Elizabeth’s gesture wasn’t meant to dismiss her.
With a dazed expression, Elizabeth began to walk toward them.
‘She’s lost it.’
Elizabeth covered her mouth with both hands.
‘This is like a scene from the play, Dame Angela…!’
As Elizabeth approached with a peculiar expression, Olivier and Robert’s conversation halted.
Radis called out to her cautiously.
“Lady Elizabeth?”
Elizabeth covered her mouth with the hand she had extended earlier and said,
“Just a moment… Can you all just look this way…?”
At her sudden request, the four of them looked at her in bewilderment.
Elizabeth felt as though she were under divine protection.
‘Ah…!’
In the dazzling light of the chandelier, Radis was looking at her with worried eyes.
Standing right behind her, Olivier looked unusually serious, his melancholy face as beautiful as a flower drenched in rain.
And today, Marquis Russell, whose beauty was in full bloom, was looking at Olivier’s profile with a pointed smile, a dangerous charm exuding from him.
In the center of them all stood Robert, the epitome of raw masculinity and virility…
‘This combination couldn’t be more perfect…!’
Elizabeth let out a squeal.
“Ah…!”
She felt dizzy and swayed.
‘It was a good life…’
Radis grabbed her shoulder.
“Lady Elizabeth, are you feeling dizzy?”
Olivier extended a hand to Elizabeth with a stern face.
“Lady Ruthwell, please come this way. A chair has been prepared for you.”
The moment she took his gentle hand, Elizabeth felt she could die without regret.
Half dazed, she collapsed into Olivier’s chest, leaning her head against him and whispering softly.
“Ollie, I’m sorry…”
Though slightly irritated by the unexpected close contact, Olivier, ever the gentleman, supported her.
* * *
Joseph Lebeloia was clinging to the emperor’s side, showering him with flattery.
“Your Majesty! As you know, I have never neglected my duties as a Duke of the Empire. The prosperity of the northwest has brought great stability and wealth to the Empire, hasn’t it?”
However, his words fell on deaf ears.
The emperor was consumed with the realization of his irreversible laziness over the long years and was seething with anger because of it.
‘Radis Tilrod…!’
When he failed to place a Geas on her, he had thought it was merely an issue with the magic artifact.
However, the prowess she displayed in the arena was beyond genius.
And the miraculous technique her pitch-black sword emitted.
The public refused to accept it as a miracle and believed it was a trick, but that technique was no charade.
It was real.
As the emperor, who had almost monopolized knowledge of mana and techniques, he knew.
Even if he brought the best mage from the magic tower, it would be impossible to devise such a powerful and perfect technique in an instant.
‘Radis Tilrod, who on earth are you?’
Once hailed as a hero, the emperor of the empire was keenly aware of any challengers to his authority. He might have instinctively known this from the beginning.
That was why he had desperately tried to place a Geas on her.
But his plan failed. If he couldn’t make her his, the emperor knew he had to eliminate her.
The question now was how to do it.
‘If only it were thirty years ago, no, twenty years ago! No, even ten years ago…!’
The emperor would have drawn his own sword, leaped into the arena, and personally dealt with the suspicious knight who wielded such profound techniques.
But now, it was impossible for him.
He could barely remember the last time he had even held his sword, which had once never left his side.
The realization shocked him.
‘Daniel, he’s no longer by my side either.’
His sharpest sword, Daniel, had also left him.
Without the magical tools, the emperor could no longer create a replacement for Daniel.
He couldn’t even fully trust the knights of the White Dragon Order anymore.
The only geas placed on them was to ‘be loyal to the empire’.
In his younger years, when he believed he embodied the empire, that was sufficient.
But not anymore.
‘They all just want to take my place.’
The old tyrant looked around with a livid glare.
The nobles of the Iziad faction seemed ready to give him everything, but their desires were obvious.
They wanted Charles to be named crown prince and Rollise Lebeloia to be made the crown princess.
Their loyalty would only last until that goal was achieved.
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