The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 282
Chapter 282
Translator: Yonnee
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There was a fire burning inside her.
A fire strong enough to burn the entire world to ashes.
But she could never bring herself to destroy the world her family lived in.
On the other hand, her family was full of people who would do anything to her if it meant protecting their small world.
Her father approached with a club in hand.
“This is for your own good!”
After being beaten to a pulp, her mother approached with a bundle of thorny branches.
“This wouldn’t have happened if you had behaved better!”
She was beaten until her body was bruised and then bound with thorny vines, submerged in the river with only her head above water. The current slapped her face repeatedly.
When she lifted her head to breathe, the villagers spat on her.
“Filthy witch!”
“You should just die already!”
She laughed maniacally to keep them from seeing her cry, cursing them with wishes of death to hide the fact that she was in as much pain as they said she deserved to be.
The power inside her, the one that had made her a witch, prevented her from living as a normal person—or dying like one.
Then one day, strangers came to the village.
One of them radiated light from their whole body.
Another was a knight in shining armor.
And the last was a man so beautiful that his face seemed to glow.
The villagers called that beautiful man a prince and bowed to the ground. She did the same.
The prince walked past the villagers who had tormented her, looking at them like insects, and approached her.
“Are you the woman they call a witch?”
Lying face down on the ground, she answered,
“Yes.”
“No, you are not a witch. You are Hestia, the Steward of Fire. You have been chosen by fate to drive darkness from this world.”
The prince took her hand and helped her up. She was utterly confused.
“I don’t understand. That’s not me.”
The prince looked at her miserable appearance and said,
“You have a choice. If you stay here, you will die by their hands one day. But if you come with me, you will become a hero.”
“What’s a hero?”
The prince whispered sweetly,
“A hero is someone loved by all. Everyone will welcome you, and you will be treated to endless delicious meals.”
“They won’t hit me? No one will bind me with thorns?”
At her question, the prince laughed and kissed her dirty hand.
“I will protect you so that no one can ever harm you again.”
Her whole body trembled. It was a dreamlike future she had never dared to imagine.
.
.
The prince was right. Now, people called her a hero.
When she appeared, crowds cheered and threw flower petals.
Wherever she visited, the most powerful people would beg her to stay at their homes, offering all kinds of luxuries to win her favor.
They had no choice but to do so. The future of all humanity rested in her hands.
She fought for them, risking her life against the monsters that threatened to overrun the human world, even though they had once tormented her so cruelly.
“Alexis, you must not become arrogant. Pride will corrupt your soul.”
The messenger of the gods warned her, but she brushed it off.
She silenced Luu by covering his mouth with her hand and shouted,
“Stop nagging, Luu!”
She was an equal to Luu, a fellow Steward. If Luu had the right to lecture her, she had the right to shut him up.
With a sharp voice, she declared,
“I’m saving those who don’t deserve saving. Everything they have, even their insignificant lives, belongs to me now.”
She knew the frailty and cruelty of humans.
When she hadn’t understood her power, they had called her a witch and abused her for being different.
Now, they scrambled to offer her lavish foods, fragrant wines, costly perfumes, and beautiful men who would bring her comfort for a night, begging her to protect them.
She used those beautiful offerings to abuse and forget her terrible past.
Even Verad couldn’t understand her.
“Alexis, do you really think this is the right thing for you?”
With blood-red hands, she replied,
“Verad, they once stoned me until I bled. Now, I’m bleeding and fighting for them. So, shouldn’t they bleed a little too?”
She screamed in frustration,
“Why is it always me who has to bleed?! They should suffer and bleed just like I have!”
“Oh, Alexis…”
Verad wept, but she couldn’t understand why he was crying.
There was only one person who understood her.
“Alexis, you’re right,”
Dantes Arpend whispered sweetly.
“They’re merely paying the price for their own foolishness.”
Only his soft words could make her forget all her pain.
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