The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 32
At the unfamiliar occurrence, Radis approached the door and opened it herself.
Radis was surprised.
A man clad in all black was standing at the narrow doorway.
He was about twice as tall as Radis, and even his shoulders were twice as wide.
Everything draped over his large frame was black.
The lavish cape over his shoulders, the luxurious closely fitted doublet, the silk pants, and his boots.
The only part of his body that didn’t feature this absence of color was his face, but even that was half-covered by his long black hair.
What could only be seen below his curly fringe was his straight, angular nose, sharp jawline and mesmerizing red lips.
And as his lips moved, a smooth, low-pitched voice spilled out like opulent leather.
It was only a moment, but Radis wondered if she should attack this man.
Because this figure standing in this dark hallway looked like a monster.
Radis suddenly realized that she was reaching towards her empty side, as if she was about to pull out a sword that she didn’t even have.
Smiling at her own foolishness, she relaxed her hands to her sides and opened her lips to speak.
“Who are you though?”
She could see the man’s jaw flinching.
He slowly crossed his arms and replied.
“Aren’t you talking too informally¹?”
“I’m just returning the favor.”
A crooked smile tugged on the man’s lips.
He stroked his chin and as if expressing his surrender, he spoke.
“Fine. It’ll be like this from now on, huh? It’s not bad. I’ll introduce myself then—I am Yves Russell. Marquis Russell.”
Radis widened her eyes as she looked up at the man.
‘This is Marquis Russell?’
She couldn’t believe it.
This black-clad man was Marquis Russell, the lord of the widest land in the south!
‘I heard that he’s young, but rather than young, it’s more like he has an immature atmosphere to him…’
It’s not that she didn’t want to talk to him, it’s just that she didn’t want to be polite. But he was a marquis.
“I am—no, my name is Radis… sir.”
While saying that, she suddenly realized that Zade and Margaret were a short distance away in the dark hallway, watching them.
They looked strangely nervous.
Radis reluctantly added.
“Okay, Radis. Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“If your quarters had a drawing room, we could talk there, but I don’t think that’s the case.”
Marquis Russell took a cursory glance of the small room, then turned back to Radis without taking a lot of time looking around.
“Let’s take a short walk in the garden.”
It didn’t seem like he was asking her to fight, so she didn’t have to think deeply about accepting the invitation to talk.
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, at which she heard Margaret muttering behind her, ‘Without even changing clothes!’ but Radis didn’t care.
The clothes she had were all old clothes that didn’t look much better than what she had on right now. And that horrible pink sponge of a ‘dress’.
Radis strode out the hallway and habitually headed for the rear garden.
Unlike the garden at the front of the mansion, which was decorated with all sorts of colorful flowers, the rear garden was more of a vacant lot than anything.
When they got there, Radis leaned against a fence and crossed her arms, looking up at Marquis Russell.
“May I know what you’d like to talk about?”
The marquis strangely didn’t answer, staring only at Radis with his lips firmly shut.
After a while, Radis spoke again.
“…What is it, did Your Excellency really just want to take a walk?”
“Then would you like to go to the garden out front?”
“No, it’s fine. I’d like to talk, so this place is enough. But I’d like to ask, have we perhaps met before?”
Radis frowned as she stared at him.
Even if she looked over at him again, this was her first time seeing him.
The same was true in her previous life.
If she had met a person that had such a unique presence like him, she would have definitely remembered.
“I don’t think we have, Your Excellency.”
“Yeah… That should be the case. It’s just that you said something strange. No, never mind.”
Marquis Russell shook his head and said this with a firm tone, as though banishing the thought.
“Why did you think so?”
“This household. And you.”
Radis frowned and slightly scowled at the marquis.
She couldn’t even guess what it was that he wanted to say.
¹ Korean is a highly hierarchical language, so it couldn’t be expressed well in English, but Marquis Russell commented on Radis talking informally because it’s usually considered rude to do so when meeting someone for the first time. Since the marquis is of high stature, it’s natural for him to talk like that, which was why he was surprised when Radis said she’s only returning the favor—she’s technically not allowed to do that.