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The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 67 - [ 10. Night market ] - Belle Reservoir
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※ This novel’s chapters have been split into halves, but they’re numbered normally to make things simple. Moving forward, the TL will be posting as often as she can to compensate for the length. You can read more about this on the TL's note at the end of chapter 1~
Chapter 67
Translator: Yonnee
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10. Night market
“Radis…!”
Yves Russell, who had come to her room to find her, stopped in his tracks as he saw this strange sight.
The maids of the mansion were huddling together on a sofa in the drawing room as they were looking intently at a book.
In the middle of the huddle was Radis, who was the one reading a book beside Berry. She looked up at Yves.
“Marquis?”
Startled by what she said, the maids moved away from the book and jumped to their feet.
While Yves was trying to find his words, the maids quickly arranged the seats and left the drawing room, as though they were a low tide at sea.
Still taken aback, Yves spoke.
“Did I disturb you?”
Radis closed the book she was reading.
“Well, it couldn’t be helped.”
“What were you reading?”
“It’s a book that April lent to me after hearing about the play. Everyone wanted to read it, so I was reading it out to them.”
Yves picked up the book and checked the front cover.
Seeing how crude the cover was, it seemed to be a clumsily made copy.
The title was 〈 Dame Angela 〉.
It seemed to be the original novel of the play that Radis and Yves watched together.
Holding the book in his hand, Yves narrowed his eyes and glanced at Radis.
‘Come to think of it, I did hear that she learned swordsmanship.’
When he first investigated Radis, he recalled Allen’s report to have something written about that.
Though he didn’t pay it any mind.
“Anyway!”
Yves tossed the book aside and continued to talk.
“I didn’t come here to talk about this. I want to give a gift of gratitude and apology towards you, Miss Stepping Stone, and it would be lovely if this could encourage you and cheer you up for the future. What would you like? Is there anything you want?”
“What? No, it’s fine. I didn’t do anything.”
“You were really angry back then. It’s my token of apology, so anything at all, just tell me!”
Radis was about to refuse, but she was captivated by the word ‘anything’.
Yves smiled as soon as he saw her expression.
‘Yes, yes, think about it, Miss Stepping Stone! …No, I mean, Miss Golden Goose…!’
As he exchanged glances with Olivier back in the theater that day, Yves could feel something like a sense of conviction he had never felt before.
Yves Russell had constantly been trying to break through Olivier’s impregnable barrier all this time.
The marquis hated social gatherings to the point that he’s gotten sick and tired of it all, but he diligently attended all the imperial banquets and visited the northern region to the point that the threshold of the teleportation gate had gotten worn out.
His recent effort was holding Olivier’s birthday banquet—he poured out a lot of money and manpower for it.
However, Olivier reacted coldly to everything.
What’s up with that begrudging reaction.
Yves had poured out more than a thousand gold for a banquet that lasted only a night, but he heard not one word of thanks from the prince.
‘Hateful jerk.’
In comparison, he barely had to lift a finger to take Radis out of the Tilrod household and tout her in front of Olivier.
He didn’t even expect for his reaction to be that big.
At the theater that day, Yves could finally feel that he had gotten one step closer to Olivier.
However, the road would be difficult to tread in the future, and Radis’ help would be essential along the way.
‘For that, it would be necessary for me to please this unnecessarily effective golden goose.’
At that time, Radis opened her lips after thinking about it.
“I…”
Yves welcomed her words and spoke up.
“Say whatever you want. A new dress? Jewelry?”
“No, I have enough of those. What I need is a sword.”
With his excitement dying down, Yves looked at Radis with an increasingly blank face, then he glanced down at the books piled up next to her.
‘You’ve gotten some false hope after reading that novel, huh.’
Radis hesitated for a moment, but she continued speaking.
“If possible, I hope it’s a sword made of iron that’s reinforced by mana. A normal longsword is enough.”
Yves glared at the book for a second, then nodded.
“Aha, reinforced with mana.”
“And… The simpler the shape of the hilt, the better.”
“Oho, did you read about that in the book?”
“Pardon?”
Seeing Yves Russell’s expression, Radis flinched.
There was a reason why Radis was hesitating like this.
She knew that mana-reinforced iron was extremely expensive.
She would never have been able to own one in her previous life if not for Robert. He noticed that she could wield mana, so he gave one to her as a gift.
‘But you told me to tell you what I want…’
Radis’ shoulders shrank, then she added.
“Or a shortsword is fine, too…”
Yves nodded.
“Okay.”
“Really? It’s fine?”
“I think it’s far from the gift I imagined I would give, but I’m the one who said that you can ask anything you want.”
Yves then left the drawing room in disbelief.
“She must have really enjoyed the novel. Gosh, how can there be a person in this world who’s so baffling.”
Radis seemed to have learned some swordsmanship in the past, perhaps even to the extent of self-defense.
However, since she read a novel where the protagonist was a female knight, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to think that this was the reason she wanted a sword now.
It was pretty typical of a girl to think like that.
“The writer seems to have done quite some research, seeing that she knows about mana reinforcement and the hilt shape. Goodness me, she’s just really… Right now, I’m willing to buy her even a gem that’s worth one billion rupens. But a sword? One sword…? Will she even use it?”
Yves headed to his office, pressing down on the bridge of his nose as he was lost in thought.