It wasnāt until Radis was alone that she wrinkled her brows and groaned painfully.
When she forced herself to sit up, she saw the bandages that the maid wrapped over her body. Blood was already spreading over the newly wrapped bandages and the thinly spread medicine.
The person known as Davis, the eldest son of the Tilrod family, who now no longer needed to disguise herself as a knight of Willingham, opened her pale lips.
The maid did her best to treat her wounds, but it was only a temporary solution.
Her body was already beyond salvation, with older wounds mixed in with the fatal injuries she received during the demon subjugation.
āIt was a failure this time. I shouldnāt have gone. It was a trap.ā
Radisā troops battled the demons for three days and three nights just to survive. She was able to come back alive like this, but many of her comrades lost their lives.
Those who were left alive were fatally wounded just like her.
Injuries such as these would have still been manageable, but the problem was the demonic energy that seeped through the air and into their bodies when the powerful demons were vanquished.
Thatās why she realized this.
āI was foolish to fall for such a trap.ā
Laying on her bed, a mess, Radis laughed self-deprecatingly.
But strangely enough, it didnāt occur to her that this was all unfair.
Because her whole life was one long thorny path.
One step would be empty, another step would be a fiery pit.
She couldnāt imagine a straightforward, easy path.
All her life, she lived always struggling to navigate through those traps, tearing her body and mind apart countless times, but now that she had finally fallen into one, she was angry.
But most of all, she was exhausted.
She couldnāt even lift a hand to cover her mouth.
Radis coughed, her body spasming as if she was a fish out of water. It felt like her lungs were tearing apart.
Then, she could feel something trickling out of her mouth. She must have vomited blood.
āNow, your favorite rabbit soupā¦ā
Margaret, holding the plate, freaked out at the sight of the blood-soaked Radis.
āOh, oh my god! Someone come! Maggie, Maggieā wipe it off!ā
The old maid, who had gone to the laundry area, returned once more at Margaretās scream.
The maid wiped Radisā face carefully with a sad face. After Maggie went out, Margaret placed the bowl of soup on the table next to Radis.
āEat this and get some rest. Youāll be better after you sleep.ā
Margaret still couldnāt bring herself to look into Radisā eyes.
Radis, who looked at Margaret quietly, took her bloody coat jacket from the ground and pulled something out.
In an instant, the room was filled with a radiant light of five colors.
Margaret took a step back, her frightened face looking as if she would faint any second.
What Radis pulled out was a jewel the size of a fist that radiated five colors.
āThis is a mana stone that I brought back from the last expedition.ā
Margaretās eyes widened at the word āmana stone.ā
Mana stones were sometimes priced higher than diamonds of the same size, depending on the quality of the magic it contained in it.
This mana stone was shining so extraordinarily, with a brilliance that even the naked eye could see.
Besides, look at the size of it!
āNo, this⦠Just how much is this? You did a great job!ā
Radis replied to the excited Margaret.
āI was told there was a priest who fell from grace and was expelled from the temple. Theyāre trying to cover it up with money. If itās this, you can call that priest in secret.ā
The weight of the stone left Radisā hand as it was handed over to Margaret, and the older womanās jaw immediately dropped.
Margaret walked out of the room without saying a word, as if hypnotized by the brilliance of the mana stone.
Radis lay in bed and looked out the window to see the sky.
āItās alright. Iāll get better after the priestās purification.ā
There were lots of thoughts swirling through Radisā mind, but one thought in particular consumed her.
That⦠once she woke up from her slumber, she would still be alone.
ā¦She just let the sad thoughts wash away.
āMother, what about the priest?ā
āIāve sent a messenger to the temple. Heāll be here soon.ā
āMother⦠Is the priest here yet?ā
āDidnāt I just say I already sent someone?!ā
Margaret clicked her tongue.
āDid you hear a false rumor? Maybe the priest youāre talking about isnāt there.ā
Now, Radis didnāt even have the strength to sit up anymore.
Lying on a small bed that barely fit her body, Radis looked up at Margaret, who squirmed defensively, folding her arms to cover her chest as she tried to control her expression.
And Radis realized that the priest would not come.
Radis opened her lips to say something, but she closed her mouth without saying a word.
Her throat was tight with all sorts of emotions that she couldnāt speak properly.
After a while, she could barely string together a few words.
āWhy⦠are you doing this to me?ā
Looking at her nails, Margaret said nonchalantly.
āWhat? Did I do something?ā
A single drop of tear flowed down Radisā cheek, which was already such a dark shade of purple that it was almost black.
āDid I⦠do something wrong?ā
āAre you doing this because Iām bad? Was I⦠a bad daughter?ā
Margaret turned away, her arms still folded, and looked at the dilapidated wall.
The silence that stretched between them consisted of Radis waiting for Margaretās reply, and Margaret reflecting on what Radis had said, as if she was thinking about all this for the first time.
Radis was a daughter that Margaret didnāt want since the beginning, so she never liked her. Not once did Margaret ever feel any affection for Radis.
Maybe it was because she was a cold mother?
Margaret loved her eldest son, David, very much.
For Davidās sake, she could even give up her life.
She also loved her daughter, Yurhi.
She could give the world to Yurhi.
So, Margaret was sure that she wasnāt a bad mother.
What about Radis? To Margaret, she was just an annoyance. For some reason, she didnāt like her.
But was it because she was a bad daughter?
āOh, I donāt know.ā
It was all too annoying just thinking about it.
āWhat else? You deserve it!ā
At Margaretās words, Radisā soul was shattered.
To her parents, that was all they felt about Radis.
They didnāt even feel guilty whenever they used her as an emotional trash can where they rolled and poured out all their frustrations to. Until the very end, they didnāt feel guilty at all.
Not precious, not someone to be proud of, not even lovely.
Itās not that Radis didnāt know this.
With all her might, she tried everything she could to become a true part of her family, to the point that she didnāt care how her flesh would melt, how her bones would break.
Thatās why now, she was broken.
āFatherā¦? Whereās fatherā¦?ā
Her father, Jade Tilrod, always looked away from her.
Maybe, if he saw her in this pitiful state, heād be a little sad. Her father might try to help her if he saw her now.
But her mournful call seemed to have triggered Margaretās anger more.
āI donāt know where he is!ā
Margaret shouted in a loud voice.
But contrary to her words, she knew exactly where he was.
Jade was with his mistress, Flora.
As if they were just playing house, Jade and Flora had a small abode with their two bastard children.
Just the thought of it made Margaret feel like she was going crazy.
Frustrated, Margaret began to sneer, completely forgetting Radisā serious condition.
āCome to think of it, your name comes from āGladiolus,ā right?ā
Even as she was suffocating with despair, Radis continued to listen to her mother.
āDid you know that the gladiolus flower is usually dedicated to a virginās grave? Your fate has been tied to that name since you were born, so donāt blame me.ā
Margaret spoke coldly, lifting a bowl of soup that had not been touched.
āTake a good rest. You might get well that way.ā
The door was shut behind her.
Radis looked up at the ceiling blankly.
She believed that happiness would come to her someday if she continued to endure it all.
But she believed that even though Margaret was a heartless mother, because she needed Radis, she might come to like her even just a little bit.
A little⦠just a little⦠Radis thought Margaret would come to love her.
And as she continued to support her family, she believed that her father would one day look at her.
She thought that if she just kept enduring, just kept sacrificing, she would be able to hear a thank you from her younger siblings someday.
Alone on her bed, Radis coughed up blood.
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Even if she couldnāt see herself, she could feel the black crystals mixed with her blood.
āJust once⦠Mother⦠Father⦠I wanted to feel the warmth of your embraceā¦ā
The sensation in her hands and feet slowly disappeared.
āI wanted you⦠to be proud of meā¦ā
But it was a dream that would never come true.