The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 82
Laszlo cried out as his shoulders were soaked with blood.
“It’s weird. Where’s the inspection team?”
Thierry, who had a bandage wrapped over his head, shot back sharply.
“Haven’t you realized?”
“We were fooled. This… This is a trap!”
Thierry turned his head to look at Tez.
“Tez, where did you get the letter back then?”
Tez murmured back with a pale face.
“The inspection team’s squire gave it to me. He said that the team had already left for the forbidden region…”
“Squire? Which one?”
“His name was… Fred, I think? I don’t remember his name, but he introduced himself as a squire of the investigation team. Hey, you think I’m stupid? The moment I got the letter, of course I checked the temporary lodgings where the investigation team was staying, and it was already empty!”
He’d been silent until now, but Merrick asked.
“Is it Alfred? The kid who said he’s from House Roderick?”
The moment that House Roderick was mentioned, Radis clenched her teeth so hard that her molars let out a grinding sound.
None of these men knew just how much House Roderick went out of their way to interfere with everything that Robert did.
But would they really go to this extent just for the lone reason that Robert was the son of a concubine?
They’re acting like the laws don’t apply to them.
‘No, I can’t jump to conclusions. I need to assess the situation as it is.’
Radis looked around.
She led the subjugation squad towards the forbidden region so that they could find any traces of the imperial inspection team.
They were now near the Underworld Tree, which they heard was the investigation team’s destination, but there were no traces of them at all.
More than half the squad had incurred major and minor injuries throughout this journey.
In addition, the next area over was already the very center of the forbidden region where the Underworld Tree was.
Radis made a decision.
“The pursuit is off. We’re withdrawing!”
But at that moment.
Suddenly, Laszlo’s body was flung into the air.
Countless branches were stretching out from the Underworld Tree’s trunk, casting web-like shadows throughout the fog.
So, it couldn’t be ascertained.
It was impossible to know if there was a real spider web looming within those shadows.
‘It’s the same as back then!’
Radis grabbed the web that was attached to the back of her neck.
A bright flame rose from her hand.
Her gaze was focused first on her hand, and then she looked up.
Above her head, a thread as thick as a human being’s finger was coming down from the white fog and the web-like shadows.
In fact, it was burning rapidly from where she had grabbed it.
With a clicking sound, the broken thread fell.
With cold eyes, Radis inspected the rapidly burning thread.
She knew it now. It’s the same thread that had snatched Laszlo away.
“I’m really unlucky, huh.”
She meant it.
How on earth could she be so unlucky.
There were many monsters protecting the Underworld Tree.
Elves that used the power of spirits. Centaurs that fired arrows with great power. Even immortal golems.
But by far, the most dangerous out of them all was this Arachne.
Radis looked up overhead.
In that suffocating haze, there was a black shadow.
“You—you’re the one who…!”
The faces of her dying comrades flashed before her eyes.
At that moment, Radis was engulfed by an uncontrollable wrath.
She had already died once and this was her second chance at life, but still, it was something that she couldn’t forget.
How long had she spent repeating in her mind the events that took place on that day, blaming herself with all her heart.
When she didn’t notice the trap, when she shuddered at her own helplessness, when she watched her dying comrades. She blamed herself for everything.
After her second life began, she comforted herself by convincing herself that she was now the sixteen-year-old Radis. She chanted to herself as if it was a mantra that none of that happened—no, that it would never happen in the future.
She actively tried not to think of it at all.
Until she came here to the forbidden region.
Until she met Arachne.
Her hand gripped the sword that was entirely covered in rust.
No. It was now covered in mana.
The mana-infused sword trembled faintly in her grasp.
A sharp sound tore through the stagnant fog.
It was Arachne’s web.
As fast as an arrow, as hard as steel, as flexible as a whip.
And, it was also sticky that it was almost impossible to take it off when it’s already stuck on you.
How many people had been lost to this web in the past…!
‘But it’s different now!’
As she thought this, Radis infused mana into the rusty sword.
Over the surface of the sword that was covered with lumps of rust, showers of sparks could be seen by the naked eye.
She was infusing mana in a rough manner, but there was no other choice.
It was something that she learned through the struggles she faced in her past life.
Fire was the best weapon against a spider’s web.