The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 3
It wasn’t until Radis was alone that she wrinkled her brows and groaned with pain.
When she forced herself to sit up, she saw the bandages that the maid wrapped over her body. Blood was already spreading over the newly wrapped bandages and the thinly applied medicine.
The person known as Davis, the eldest son of the Tilrod family, who now no longer needed to disguise herself as a knight of Willingham, opened her pale lips.
It really, really did.
The maid did her best to treat her wounds, but it was only a temporary solution.
Her body was already beyond salvation, with older wounds mixed in with the fatal injuries she received during the monster subjugation.
‘It was a failure this time. I shouldn’t have gone. It was a trap.’
Radis’ troops battled the monsters for three days and three nights just to survive. She was able to come back alive like this, but many of her comrades lost their lives.
Those who were left alive were fatally wounded just like her.
Injuries such as these would have still been manageable, but the problem was the miasma that permeated into the air when the powerful monsters had been vanquished, which soon seeped into their bodies.
That’s why, in the end, this was her realization.
‘I was foolish to fall for such a trap.’
Laying on her bed, a mess, Radis laughed self-deprecatingly.
But strangely enough, it didn’t occur to her that this was all unfair.
Because her whole life was one long thorny path.
One step would be empty, another step would be a fiery pit.
She couldn’t imagine a straightforward, easy path.
All her life, she lived always struggling to navigate through those traps, tearing her body and mind apart countless times, but now that she had finally fallen into one, she was angry.
But most of all, she was exhausted.
She couldn’t even lift a hand to cover her mouth.
Radis coughed, her body spasming as if she was a fish out of water. It felt like her lungs were tearing apart.
Then, she could feel something trickling out of her mouth. She must have vomited blood.
The door opened again.
“Now, your favorite rabbit soup…”
Margaret, holding the plate, freaked out at the sight of the blood-soaked Radis.
“Oh, oh my god! Someone come! Maggie, Maggie— wipe it off!”
The old maid, who had gone to the laundry area, returned once more at Margaret’s scream.
The maid wiped Radis’ face carefully with a sad face. After Maggie went out, Margaret placed the bowl of soup on the table next to Radis.
“Eat this and get some rest. You’ll be better after you sleep.”
Margaret still couldn’t bring herself to look into Radis’ eyes.
Radis, who looked at Margaret quietly, took her bloody coat jacket from the ground and pulled something out.
In an instant, the room was filled with a radiant light of five colors.
Margaret took a step back, her frightened face looking as if she would faint any second.
What Radis pulled out was a jewel the size of a fist that radiated five colors.
“This is a magic stone that I brought back from the last subjugation.”
Margaret’s eyes widened at the mention of ‘magic stone.’
Unrefined magic stones were sometimes priced higher than diamonds of the same size, depending on the quality of the miasma energy it contained.
This magic stone was shining so extraordinarily, with a brilliance that even the naked eye could see.
Besides, look at the size of it!
“No, this… Just how much is this? You did a great job!”
Radis replied to the excited Margaret.
“I was told there was a priest who fell from grace and was expelled from the temple. They’re trying to cover it up with money. If it’s this, you can call that priest in secret.”
The weight of the stone left Radis’ hand as it was handed over to Margaret, and the older woman’s jaw immediately dropped.
Her mouth was watering.
Margaret walked out of the room without saying a word, as if hypnotized by the brilliance of the magic stone.
Radis lay in bed and looked out the window to watch the sky.
‘It’s alright. I’ll get better after the priest’s purification.’
There were lots of thoughts swirling through Radis’ mind, but one thought in particular consumed her.
That… once she woke up from her slumber, she would still be alone.
…She just let the sad thoughts wash away.
A few days later.
“Mother, what about the priest?”
“I’ve sent a messenger to the temple. He’ll be here soon.”
Another few days passed.
“Mother… Is the priest here yet?”
“Didn’t I just say I already sent someone?!”
Margaret clicked her tongue.
“Did you hear a false rumor? Maybe the priest you’re talking about isn’t there.”
Now, Radis didn’t even have the strength to sit up anymore.
Lying on a small bed that barely fit her body, Radis looked up at Margaret, who squirmed defensively. Margaret folded her arms to cover her chest as she tried to control her expression.
And Radis realized that the priest would never come.