The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 8
Radis wrote a letter to Armano, saying how grateful and how sorry she was that he got fired because of her. One day, she found that he replied. Margaret, with one letter in her hand, came to her room.
No matter how hard she tried to practice swordsmanship and to strengthen her resolve, Radis was still afraid of her mother. When she saw her mother’s angry face, her heart pounded heavily.
Radis habitually raised her arms around her head. Because she thought she would be hit.
But Margaret didn’t do that this time.
She wordlessly threw Armano’s letter into the fireplace in front of Radis, a sly smile on her face.
It hurt significantly more than just being hit.
A long time had passed, and David graduated from the academy. He became an apprentice knight after that.
But an apprentice was still just an apprentice.
He had to be acknowledged with merits to officially be appointed as a knight.
In other words, he had to go hunting for monsters.
“I don’t want to go!”
At eighteen years old, David cried.
“Monster subjugation? Why should I join something like that?! I’ll get hurt! I’ll die!”
“Oh, my son! You’ll only have to go a few times.”
“Brian’s not going on the subjugation! His father made him a pupil of a knight he knew. Dad, don’t you even have some connections to make that happen for me?!”
Listening to David, Zade limped out of the drawing room.
Then, Margaret said coldly to his retreating back.
“Ask your father!”
“You said our family was a founding family of the Empire, but what now?!”
David spoke as if the sky was about to fall.
“How many times will I have to go? Mom, please don’t pretend you don’t know! Do you have any idea what goes on in the subjugation? I’ll have to fight in the woods. Do you think I won’t die? They shoot out miasma!”
David got sick of it.
“Do you have any idea how awful miasma is? It’s like poison! They say that if you go hunting for a month and come back home, you need to rest for half a year or else you’ll die. Or you should go to the temple to pay a lot of money and be blessed by priests. Do you have that kind of money in this house?!”
“But… If you kill a monster, you’ll get a mana stone, right?”
“How can I kill one? I’ll get hurt. I’ll die!”
So the story cycled back to the very beginning.
After listening to the conversation silently, Radis slipped out and went to her room.
At this time, Radis was twenty years old. If she had been a normal noblewoman, she would have already been married off.
But she couldn’t. In this era, the parents or guardians of the women had to prepare dowry for the groom.
Neither Margaret nor Zade paid any attention to her.
Besides, as David said, they had no money. The taxes they collected from their estate was too little and it was difficult to manage their territory.
The Tilrods were also carrying a huge debt from sending David to the academy, for both his tuition fees and living expenses.
Furthermore, Radis, who wasn’t active in high society, had no relationships whatsoever.
There were boys dating Jurich, who was three years younger than her, but Radis hadn’t even been in a conversation with a man.
Radis lived like a shadow.
There was no place for her anywhere.
Margaret mistreated her and Zade turned a blind eye to her.
Her younger siblings considered her a nuisance.
The only place she could relax and be herself was at the empty lot where Armano taught her swordsmanship a long time ago.
She continued training there.
She practiced the same swing over and over. Only that.
It was the same that day.
As she wielded her sword, she stopped in the middle of training when she saw her mother approaching.
She wondered if she was going to be slapped again, but Margaret didn’t do that.
Instead, she spoke.
“The Wehnz’s Lord wants you to be his wife. If you’re a healthy woman, shouldn’t you give birth to a son? They don’t need dowry, and he’ll give you money. If you give birth to a son, he’ll give you the estate. Ah, I feel rewarded for the first time for giving birth to you. You know, it’s only right that the eldest daughter is the breadwinner. He’s a 70-year-old man, but he’s still alive and kicking, so just live like newlyweds.”
Margaret smirked when she saw the blood draining from Radis’ face.
“You don’t want to? Then go hunt monsters in your brother’s stead. You’ll be able to wield that sword that you like so much. It’s so humiliating to have an unmarried daughter stay at home. But if you go on that subjugation expedition, I’ll allow you to stay here.”