The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 30
When Marquis Russell arrived at the gates of the Tilrod manor, the household’s servants who greeted him almost felt like they couldn’t breathe.
In the region south of the Silver River, there was no one who didn’t know the reputation of Marquis Russell.
Moreover, ‘that’ Yves Russell became even more famous when he succeeded the title. Or perhaps, notorious rather than famous because anyone in the south must have already heard the hideous rumors surrounding him at least once.
Whether the monsters had deprived him of his soul, whether he was cursed by them. Or, in fact, whether he might be a monster himself.
However, aside from such horrible rumors, the servants of the mansion instinctively had to lower their heads when Yves came into view.
There was a natural instinct in people to recognize someone who exuded the air of a ruler.
Those who lowered their heads to bow looked at each other.
That was the kind of man Yves Russell was.
Once faced with him, Zade and Margaret, just like the servants, could only think that they wanted to bow their heads.
But they were the owners of this mansion, so they had to resist this urge.
Zade and Margaret greeted the Marquis, feeling that their lifespan was being cut short in the process.
“Your Excellency, Marquis, it is an honor to meet you.”
“O-Our residence is not much, but please, come inside.”
David was in his best suit, and Jurich was in her most expensive dress. Even so, they could not dare to raise their heads, and they just kept looking at the floor.
“Your Excellency, it’s an honor to meet you! I am the eldest son of the Tilrod family, David Tilrod!”
“I-I am Jurich.”
Yves Russell didn’t even respond to their introductions. He just nodded slightly.
Then, he took off his gloves and handed them over to a servant, then he walked leisurely into the mansion.
In a daze, Zade and Margaret could only follow behind him, like servants, rather than guide him into their own home.
Marquis Russell entered the drawing room just like that, as though he had been inside this manor dozens of times, sitting on the best chaise lounge in the room naturally.
After which, with his long legs spread out, he stared at Zade and Margaret as if telling them to sit.
The master and mistress of the Tilrod mansion sat blankly on small chairs one after another without even feeling that this progression was strange.
“The reason I am here—”
Marquis Russell spoke languidly.
At his words, Zade and Margaret stared blatantly at the Marquis’ lips, captivated, not wanting to miss a single thing.
“—is because what I need is in this place.”
Zade and Margaret looked at each other.
As if the answers were written on each other’s faces.
What the marquis needs?
There couldn’t possibly be something like that in the Tilrod manor.
But the marquis was here, so it must be.
Zade hastily spoke up.
“If you tell me what it is, then…”
Margaret belatedly jabbed her husband on the side with an elbow.
While Zade groaned silently, she hurriedly added.
“C-Can you tell us what it is? Is there anything that the Marquis wants inside the Tilrod manor…?”
And he answered simply.
Zade and Margaret’s eyes widened considerably.
When they made such flabbergasted expressions, the two whose features looked nothing alike, suddenly became similar.
Instead of Zade, who was so flustered that he couldn’t say anything, Margaret asked.
“Radis Tilrod… By that, d-do you mean the eldest daughter of the family?”
“Are there two Radis Tilrods here?”
“No, no of course not. But why would you need that child…?”
Marquis Russell, who had been looking indifferently somewhere else, turned to Margaret.
His eyes were covered by his bangs that were wavy at the tips, but as their gazes met, the only thing she could feel was his coldness.
Without even realizing, Margaret had bowed her head.
Marquis Russell stared down at Margaret and spoke right then.
“I hope you do not make me repeat myself again. I need Radis Tilrod. So, just tell me. Will you give her to me or not?”