The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 266
Chapter 266
Translator: Yonnee
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“Uh… what?”
Marcel, with his hands hanging down, stood up awkwardly.
Yves groaned.
“Nothing’s going right because of you. Now Radis saw something strange!”
“…I’m sorry. What were you trying to say?”
Yves pointed to the training yard with his finger.
“I was just about to say it’s a relief that Radis seems to be in a better mood!”
Marcel’s mouth dropped open.
“Is that what you were trying to say?”
“Yes! What on earth were you imagining?”
Marcel laughed sheepishly, dispelling the improper thoughts from his mind.
“Nothing at all!”
“Treason? Treason! Understandable? What do you even think of me…!”
“Hehehe!”
Marcel quickly changed the subject.
“Yes, it’s a relief that the young lady’s mood seems to have improved! Since returning from the capital, she hasn’t spoken much, and the retainers were very worried.”
“Indeed. Probably because of that pretty madman. Ugh, it’s all my karma…”
Yves Russel sat on the window ledge and clutched his chest.
Feeling guilty for the misunderstanding, Marcel cautiously spoke up.
“Did you perhaps want to cheer up the young lady?”
“Of course.”
“Isn’t a gift the best way to cheer someone up?”
“That’s the classic way. But Radis is, how should I say it, simple? Bold?”
Lost in thought, Yves crossed his long legs and rubbed his chin with one hand.
“She doesn’t care for jewels, dislikes dresses. Flowers too…”
A pleased smile appeared on his lips as he recalled the necklace dangling on her chest.
“…Hmm, the only thing that comes to mind is meat.”
“In that case, my lord, I have a secret strategy to share.”
Marcel spoke solemnly.
“It was last autumn. Lorraine suddenly wanted to change our meeting place. She said we should meet in the middle of a field, and I wondered why.”
“A field?”
“Yes. It was bothersome, but I went out, and Lorraine had prepared a picnic. I really wanted to move to a warmer place quickly, but for Lorraine’s sake, I cut ham and apples with her. While doing that, I remembered the first time I met Lorraine. It was during a picnic in a similar place. So I mentioned it.”
“And?”
“Lorraine said, ‘Yes, today is the day anniversary of when we first met, and this is the exact same place.'”
Yves covered his mouth with his hand that had been rubbing his chin.
“…How are you still alive?”
“I almost got buried in that field.”
“I see, I’ve been talking to a dead man all this time. How did you come back to life?”
“I survived with this.”
Marcel puffed up his cheeks and poked his finger into them, winking.
“My lord, this is a truth of life. Being cute is the best.”
Yves, with a look of disgust, pushed him away with his foot.
“Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. You better treat your fiancée well. No other woman in the world would tolerate that.”
Marcel slid back as he was pushed and began gathering the top-priority documents scattered on the floor.
“Of course. My life is all about Lorraine. I even have a date with her tonight.”
“……”
“My lord, in that sense, I will handle everything else somehow, but please just do this.”
“……”
“My lord, please… Didn’t I share a life-saving strategy with you?”
“……”
“……”
* * *
The spring flowers had disappeared without a trace.
Where the fragrant and delicate things had vanished, fresh and sturdy leaves had taken their place.
There was no need to feel sad about it.
The seasons would come again.
But despite that, it seemed to be human nature to feel regret.
To not pass by indifferently, to look back even once more.
To love the delicate things that wither even under heavy raindrops a little more.
Under the shade created by the cherry tree, Radis spoke.
“The flowers were beautiful. I hope we can see them again next year.”
[ Huh? Of course we will? We’ll see them a hundred more times, don’t you think? ]
“I won’t live that long…”
[ By the way, Radis, it feels kinda weird when you hold me there… ]
“Endure it.”
She was holding the middle part of Regia and carving a golem-creating spell into a wooden block.
Regia grumbled,
[ It’s hard to make a useful golem with just wood, you know? ]
“I know. I’m just practicing.”
[ And I’m not a carving knife! ]
“It’s hard to inscribe runes without you. And remind me, who was it who caused that accident in the arena?”
[ Now that I think about it, I always had a modest dream of becoming a carving knife at least once, Big Sis. ]
“Uh-huh.”
After writing the rough spell on the wooden block, Radis placed it on the ground and began piling dirt on it to shape it into a golem.
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