The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 7
As Zade mentioned, the Tilrods were a family of knights.
Their ancestor, Alexis Tilrod, was a knight of Dantes Arpend, the First Emperor of Cardia. And it was said that he was called the ‘Sword of Fire.’
As the First Emperor’s knight, he had opened a new era through the reclamation of territories occupied by monsters.
But ever since his time, the Tilrods had been on a steep decline as they failed to produce decent knights generation after generation.
Then, Alexis Tilrod’s talents had been misplaced.
It manifested in Radis, the outcast of House Tilrod.
‘She’s a genius.’
Armano realized that he found a single pearl amidst a sea of mud. Now, he realized that this mud wasn’t just mud.
But the tutor, who secretly visited Armano, had tipped him off before he even met the child.
“Don’t compliment Miss Radis. If you do, you might get kicked out without getting a letter of recommendation.”
Armano didn’t want Radis’ talent to be buried away. He poured all his passion into Radis and her talents, pretending to teach both David and Radis together.
And the lazy David liked it this way. It was an interesting sight seeing his sister sweating under the scorching sun. David laughed at Radis to his heart’s content, happy to take a nap under the cool shade.
In the same way, Radis was also glad that she could learn swordsmanship and receive compliments from a reputable teacher.
Armano, the one who taught them, was also happy.
But this bubble of happiness amidst the mud was bound to pop.
It didn’t last long.
The year David turned fourteen years old, everything was revealed.
“Sir, I’m sending David to the Imperial Academy.”
“I heard it’s the elite training grounds for knights. I’m thinking of entering David for early admission. What do you think?”
As he looked at Zade and Margaret’s shining eyes, Armano realized that the time had come. He opened his mouth with great hesitation.
“It’ll probably be difficult.”
Zade’s face was stiff. The same was true for Margaret, but she pulled it together and smiled, then asked again.
“As expected, fourteen is too early, right? Would it be alright if it’s next year, or the year after that?”
“No, it won’t be possible no matter how old he is. I apologize for letting you know this late. David doesn’t have any talent in swordsmanship.”
Armano tried to explain to Margaret—that David had no talent, no perseverance and no motivation to become a knight in the first place.
Instead, Radis had it all.
But Margaret didn’t want to hear any of it.
“This sly b*tch…!”
The target immediately became Radis.
“You seduced your teacher like the fox you are! That’s how you ruined your brother’s and your family’s future!”
Margaret screamed and slapped Radis’ cheek. Hard.
Radis didn’t even so much as whimper as she kept her head down. She was already used to accepting and enduring all the violence and verbal abuse directed at her.
Armano grabbed Margaret’s arm.
“Madam, please stop!”
Margaret slapped him on the cheek, too.
“You’re fired! You even ruined my jewelry!”
Armano ws promptly kicked out, but the current situation had yet to be resolved.
Margaret needed to somehow get her son into the academy. She always did everything to give her precious jewel a bright future.
“You do it.”
Radis, whose face was swollen after being slapped on the cheek, raised her head.
“You ruined it all, so you fix it. Go take the test in David’s place.”
“You’re about the same height, so no one will know if you wear armor and a helmet. Your faces are similar, too.”
Margaret brought out a pair of scissors used for cutting cloth.
Margaret hit Radis on the head one more time, which made her bow her head, then Margaret yanked the child’s hair and swooped down with her scissors.
Radis couldn’t say anything and just trembled, watching her tangled hair falling in front of her eyes.
She could see the faces of her two younger siblings through the gap in the open door.
David’s face was red from trying to hold back laughter, and Jurich’s big eyes were fraught with terror.
Then, after Margaret had cut Radis’ hair, she said,
“I’ll forgive you if you do well for David’s sake. You are the Tilrod family’s eldest daughter. Isn’t it natural for you to do your best to support your brother since he’s the pillar of our family?”
The eldest daughter.
The word sounded like a revelation to Radis. She had never been called ‘daughter’ before.
Radis did everything Margaret told her to do.
She took the entrance test at the Academy, wearing her brother’s armor with her chest, which had just started to grow, bound tightly.
Then, she saw her brother leave the house after she had passed the test for him.
It was the first compliment she heard from her mother. Radis smiled.
Her hair had been cut badly, and her face and body were covered in bruises.
But she was happy.