The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 34
“No… But what does anything have to do with the Third Prince’s smile? Prince Olivier was just… He was just being kind. That was all. There’s nothing beyond that.”
Even the name that sounded so sweet was difficult for Radis to say out loud.
Marquis Russell straightened his posture and folded his arms over his torso.
“That’s up to me to judge. Anyway, I’ve told you everything. If the Third Prince showed you favor at least once, then he would be very happy to meet you again. And all the people worried about him liking men would be relieved. That alone would be enough merit to take you away from this place. Of course.”
“I don’t understand how aristocrats think.”
“Don’t try to understand. Just choose—will you follow me willingly or would you like to be dragged away by my hands?”
“What if I refuse both?”
Marquis Russell’s lips curled up into a vicious smile.
“Will your family leave you alone?”
Radis frowned slightly at his words.
He was right.
Margaret wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity like this.
If Marquis Russell had already said that he’d give money in return for taking Radis, Margaret herself would send off Radis to the marquis even if it meant tying her up.
‘I wanted to leave this house, true, but I don’t want to be sold to such a strange person.’
Radis sighed as she leaned against the fence.
Marquis Russell muttered.
“Why are you sighing?”
Suddenly, he grabbed Radis’ shoulder.
Surprised by the unexpected contact, Radis looked up at him.
And the marquis spoke in a sharp tone.
“It wouldn’t benefit you to stay here. Get rid of any hope. You should abandon them before they abandon you.”
“Grab the bull by its horns while you still can.”
“Is this even an opportunity? To be sold?”
“What’s wrong with being sold? If it’s unfair to be sold by other people, then you sell yourself!”
Marquis Russell spoke quickly in a cold voice.
“Let’s sign a contract. I think you already know what a contract entails. I’ll pay you 100 million rupens per year. You’re sixteen years old now… and the minimum contract period is two years. Until you turn eighteen years old and have your coming-of-age ceremony, the Russell Marquisate will take charge of you.”
Radis’ eyes grew wide.
“What did you just say?”
“Should we put it in writing?”
“No, no! Don’t write it down. Wait, but why? Why are you being this way? You can take me anyway without having to sign this contract, right?”
“I could forcefully take you away, but that’s not what I want to do. I need your voluntary cooperation. And for that, money is of no matter.”
As though Radis’ reaction was satisfactory for him, Marquis Russell eased on his impatience and waited for her to answer in a relaxed manner again.
Radis’ eyes quivered.
100 million rupens.
And in two years, it would be 200 million rupens…!
That money would be enough to buy a cherry farm, and more.
It was too much money to even be upset about the fact that she was being sold.
‘A cherry farm!’
Radis’ shoulders shook a little, only just a little, but then she straightened up again.
‘With that money… I can establish as many cherry farms at the borders as I want!’
In an instant, her gloomy future was enshrouded with the bright hope of cherries.
Radis stared at her employer—no, at Marquis Russell and asked.
“Are you… being serious?”
“Of course I am.”
Suddenly, there seemed to be a shining halo atop Marquis Russell’s head.
The effect of the magical words ‘100 million rupens’ was enormous.
Radis, who couldn’t even hold just a single copper coin throughout both her lives, had to struggle not to kneel in front of the marquis.
Marquis Russell looked at the quiet Radis and spoke.
“I don’t make meaningless propositions. Don’t make me repeat myself. I need you.”
Radis looked up at the black-clad man in front of her, agonizing over what to do.
At the end of the day, she was still being sold, but the terms were so good that there would be no better contract to enter.
For her to leave the Tilrod household, as a minor, Radis had to find a guardian for herself anyway, along with a place to stay.
If both requirements could be fulfilled, she was even willing to become a squire, no, a servant during subjugations.
But she couldn’t believe that she was given such favorable conditions.
‘This is really ridiculous, but in its own way… isn’t this such a good opportunity?’
Deep in thought for a while as she bit her lower lip, Radis finally opened her mouth to speak.
“Alright. Let’s… sign that contract.”
And it was only then that Marquis Russell gave a satisfactory smile.