The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 288
Chapter 288
Translator: Yonnee
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The White Mask immediately considered two possibilities.
Either the sword she wielded was a Yarek, something close to an artifact-level magic tool, or she was the successor to Alexis Tilrod’s position as Steward.
Or perhaps both.
Any of those would become a significant obstacle to his plans.
However, he had no time to investigate Radis further, as events were rapidly unfolding.
The foolish emperor had ruined the Womb, and just as foolish were his former colleagues, who, in their attempt to steal Hestia’s mana stone, had left the laboratory in chaos.
While the White Mask was frantically cleaning up the mess, Radis Tilrod had left the capital and headed south.
And today, she appeared in Willingham.
The moment he received word from his subordinate, he used the teleportation scroll he had stolen from the Magic Tower and traveled to Willingham.
Margaret, now standing on her own two feet, as if her back had miraculously healed, said,
“That wretched girl seems to have gone to the house in the forest. That’s the only thing out there.”
“Is there someone who can guide me?”
“The old gardener used to manage that place, but he’s gone now. Jurich, you roughly know where it is, don’t you?”
The young daughter, named by Margaret, was so terrified she couldn’t even walk on her own.
The White Mask picked up Jurich and rode off on his horse.
She didn’t seem to resemble her sister at all.
She trembled so much that she couldn’t even properly guide the way and repeatedly asked,
“What happens now?”
The foolish girl’s ignorance stirred a slight sense of pity within the White Mask.
He had been receiving continuous reports about the Tilrod family and knew well how much they resented and envied Radis.
Leaning close to the girl’s ear, he whispered,
“Radis Tilrod will be punished. In return, Her Majesty the Empress will bestow great rewards upon the Tilrod family.”
However, it seemed the foolish girl did not understand his words.
She only continued trembling without any specific reaction.
The White Mask spoke again,
“That means you’ll have finer dresses and jewels than your sister.”
At those words, Jurich Tilrod removed the finger she had been chewing on from her mouth.
Now silent, with her hands neatly placed on her stomach, the White Mask smirked inwardly as he observed her.
As he walked along the forest path, the White Mask finally located Radis Tilrod.
He didn’t approach hastily but instead assessed the situation from a distance.
According to what he had heard, Radis Tilrod was a master swordsman, as well as well-versed in magic.
Engaging her directly would be a dangerous move.
Moreover, the man with her was none other than Daniel Sheldon, who had vanished from the capital.
Though his current state was unclear, Daniel Sheldon, once one of the Twelve White Dragon Knights, was as dangerous as Radis Tilrod.
The White Mask touched the black orb safely stored inside his cloak.
‘This will make for a good test.’
As he pulled it out, he muttered in a low voice,
“Everything that stands in our way will become a sacrifice to the darkness and be buried in secrecy.”
Just as he was about to hurl the black orb at Radis Tilrod, Jurich Tilrod suddenly let out a suppressed scream.
“R-Run…!”
At Jurich’s voice, Radis turned toward him.
But even if she had noticed, it was already too late.
The White Mask hurled the black orb at Radis, shouting,
“Master, Steward, it doesn’t matter! None of it will stand against the flames of the Abyss!”
The black substance inside the orb was chaos itself.
The Abyssal Flame, which would one day cleanse this world and build a new one from the ashes, engulfed Radis.
* * *
Something flew toward her, and before she could even register what it was, her body reacted first.
Radis stepped in front of Daniel, drawing Regia.
[ Ack! ]
Regia let out a sharp scream as it cut through something.
[ Ah! Hot, hot, hot! ]
Though rare, Regia seemed to be in pain, but there was no time to tend to it.
A black mass spread out on either side like wings, closing in on her.
Regia groaned and shouted,
[ That’s the Abyssal Flame! You mustn’t let it touch you! ]
‘Mustn’t let it touch me?’
[ Ugh, those pesky Abyssal beings! Always trying to claw their way into the mortal realm…! ]
Regia’s blade began to glow with a golden light.
[ Doing this reminds me too much of that punk Phaenos. I hate that, but I have no choice! ]
Golden vines began to extend from the blade.
‘What is this?’
[ It’s a light spell I learned from Lord Luu. ]
Blinding light burst forth from Regia, splitting the Abyssal Flame.
From where the blade had passed, golden vines wrapped around the black substance.
The Abyssal Flame writhed, as if alive, trying to avoid the golden vines.
In response, the ends of the vines split into multiple strands, tightly binding the fleeing black mass.
The black substance trapped by the vines burned a vivid crimson before dripping to the ground.
The White Mask let out a piercing scream.
“I-Impossible!”
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