The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 6
She tried, and tried again.
She ate properly and cleaned herself up in the bathroom so that her mother wouldn’t be upset anymore.
She tried to be a good child, but it didn’t change anything. Margaret still considered Radis an eyesore and left the child to eat alone.
She played alone as well, because no one cared for her.
If she picked up the branch, it was enough. She could play all day long.
But then, one day.
David, the eldest son of the Tilrod family, was born.
David’s birth was celebrated as if he was a true blessing from heaven. It was nothing like Radis’ birth.
When told that she had given birth to a son, Margaret’s face instantly lit up as if she had become the Holy Mother.
And when Zade heard the news of his son’s birth, he ran out of his mistress’ house and returned home with flowers enough to fill the mother’s room.
Radis was happy because everyone else was happy. Even though she came back to her small room alone and fell asleep with an empty stomach, she was still happy.
David grew up carrying the family’s expectations.
Zade brought in two wet nurses from the capital for the family’s eldest son.
David, who gained weight after breastfeeding from two wet nurses, was such a lovely baby. And Margaret didn’t know what to do because he was so wonderful.
“How can my baby be so cute? David, you’re the only light of my life!”
Radis could only look at David with envy in her eyes.
The year after David was born, Margaret gave birth to the third child, Jurich. She wanted the third child to be another son, but she wasn’t too dismayed because she didn’t want to see two sons fighting for succession.
“I’m sure you’ll be a beauty!”
“Madam, Lady Jurich resembles you a lot. Look at how beautiful her golden hair and green eyes are!”
Margaret smiled with satisfaction at her third child, who looked a lot like her.
“That’s right. You’re really my daughter…!”
Radis and David both had red hair and black eyes like their father, but Jurich was different.
“You’re almost like my twin!”
Margaret felt a special kind of affection for Jurich. For the first time, she felt thrilled for her daughter as she kissed Jurich’s thick golden locks.
When David was four years old, Margaret brought in a tutor.
The resident tutor who taught one child had a salary comparable to a tutor who taught two children. Only then did Margaret think to let Radis be educated a little bit.
The tutor was a bright woman, but she was weak-minded.
She had trouble dealing with David because he was too hyper and violent. Radis, on the other hand, was calm and studious, so she was easy to teach.
“Madam, Lady Radis is very smart. I think she’ll be able to get into the academy at the capital.”
But Margaret was irritated at this.
“She’s two years older than David. It’s only natural that she seems better compared to him!”
The tutor, who immediately grasped Margaret’s attitude towards her children, stopped praising Radis afterwards.
When David was eight years old, the indifferent Zade opened his mouth.
“We are a family of knights, so David, learn swordsmanship and become a great knight. You better be diligent because the southern region is infested with monsters.”
After the meal when Zade left, Margaret laughed behind his back.
“He’s a cripple, but what is he saying about a great knight?!”
Margaret stroked David’s plump cheek, laughing at her husband’s words.
“My baby! You should never become like your father. You’ll be an amazing knight. Our David will march like a king in shining, silver armor as you ride a white horse. Then, everyone will look up and know you’re my son and I’m your mother!”
After this, Margaret yanked Radis’ arm, stabbing her fingernails into the child’s flesh, then shouted.
“Be quiet and go back to your room!”
Radis did so obediently.
The sword teacher who came to teach David was a man named Armano.
Having never been taught how to use a sword, David had to spend a week holding a wooden sword, but all he did was to run away from his teacher.
“Ah, such a stupid child. Do you even want to learn how to use that thing?”
At this, David grasped his sword in his hand properly for the first time.
Then, he yelled, hitting Armano’s leg.
“Cripple! Leg crippled idiot!”
Armano could only cradle his forehead in his hand.
Then came Radis, who wielded a branch and played by herself in one corner of the backyard. And with that, Armano immediately saw her potential.
When he spoke to her, Radis turned away with flushed cheeks, stepping back as she hid the branch behind her back.
“No, no. Don’t run away. Why don’t we learn together?”
Armano was just trying to motivate David by using his sister as a rival.
But it was the first compliment that Radis ever heard in her life.
That was how they first met.