The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path

Chapter 130

Translator: Yonnee

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Yves Russell was snuggly wrapped in the usual black robe today, so he couldn’t help but freeze up with shock.

Seeing Yves like this, the corners of Olivier’s lips went up a little.

“I guess you didn’t know that about me. Please be mindful of that from now on.”

Olivier said this with a low voice, then soon took a step back from the other man. He stared at Yves with the same cold gaze he usually had.

“A small incident took place yesterday which made me unable to return to the Imperial Palace right away, that’s why I stayed overnight. I thank you for your generosity, Marquis. See you again soon.”

Olivier bowed slightly, then turned around.

Waiting at the front of the mansion, the attendants of the imperial palace and the knights of the imperial guard bowed to Olivier as he passed by.

And there, a carriage with the imperial family’s coat of arms greeted him—as if it was a yawning black abyss that was the entrance to hell.

Towards the imperial palace he would return, where people with pitch-black cores endowed themselves with shining, gold shells, and where the stage had been set with a floor lined entirely with sharpened knives.

It’s time for him to return to that place.

Olivier stood at the door of the carriage and looked back for the last time.

‘It’s the first time I’ve yearned for something so badly.’

At first, he only wanted to see her smile.

After seeing her smile once, he thought that he could turn away from her without any regret.

However, with every passing moment that he spent with her, he found that he could not bear to take his eyes off her.

When he saw her munching on delicious food as her cheeks were all puffed up like that, it was the first time that he learned how to be full even without eating food.

He even brought chocolate—the food he was the least fond of—to his mouth without thinking.

Even while embarrassed, she was so adorable.

And when she had been so enraptured by a hat that had a clearly strange design, he was compelled to buy it for her, even when he knew it’d be too excessive.

However, what was he to do? She was so charming even when she was being a little angry.

“Ah.”

Olivier let out a small sound.

“I didn’t get the chance to give the cake to the Lady.”

An attendant by his side replied while bowing down.

“I shall deliver it without fail, Your Highness.”

Olivier nodded lightly, and eventually climbed into the carriage.

Whenever he would present her with more gifts, she always looked conflicted and hesitant, and would also try to dissuade him most of the time. However, seeing her like this only made Olivier understand the meaning of the word, ‘lovely’.

In the rattling carriage, Olivier gently closed his eyes and recalled Radis.

So moved to the point that she might cry at just receiving candy.

So innocent as she smiled at the swans.

So worried as she saw him trembling.

And last night, she couldn’t bear to leave him, and so she slept deeply next to him…

If only he could, he wants to stamp the image of her behind his eyes.

‘No…’

If he were to be greedier…

‘I want her.’

As soon as he realized it, he felt a strange sensation spreading throughout his entire body.

At this moment, he was completely filled with desire, with yearning for her.

To the point that everything else felt insignificant.

He, himself, was shocked by this epiphany.

Throughout all his life, he regarded himself to be a fairly cold and cynical man.

Agitation and any show of emotion were such things that he thought foolish. He much preferred abiding by a solid plan, approaching everything that came his way with equanimous intellect.

But, here and now, he had a hunch that he would not be able to continue doing so.

‘What should I do to have her?’

The moment he decided that he wished to have her for himself, his heart began to pound excitedly, frantically.

Yet, as opposed to his frenzied heart, the look in his eyes sank colder and colder.

‘Should I reinstate Marquis Russell as a Duke? Then, the Empress… No, it wouldn’t be too difficult to manipulate Charles. But does the Marquis truly want only that? Will he give her up completely?’

Though Olivier immediately corrected his thoughts.

‘No, this isn’t the right approach.’

If he were to go on like this—if he would try to win her pure affection with such methods—this would be nothing but an insult to her.

‘Radis, what must I do to win you over?’

Olivier was the kind of man who would make plans upon plans and countermeasures upon countermeasures that would take a long time to create, like a long, complex and meandering maze.

His experience in making such plans hones his ability to study the problem at hand and quickly derive a solution to it.

But he found himself unable to do so with the matter he’s facing now.

“Why?”

Olivier peered out the carriage window and gazed upon the Russell Marquisate’s townhouse.

She’s in there.

He needed only to traverse a short distance to reach her once more—only a few minutes and he would be in front of her again—however, as it was now, it felt as if he was extending his hand towards a distant star in the evening sky.

With such warmth in her eyes, with such sweetness in her smile… He did not know what to do to keep her in his arms.

I want her.

I want her so much.

He couldn’t think of a plan or any way at all to get her.

His mouth began to feel dry and he began to feel oh so thirsty, as if a lump of cotton was stuck inside his throat.

Olivier groaned in pain. Then, he sighed.

“Haa…”

In his yearning for her, the breath that he let out made it seem like he’s become a man wholly dedicated to sugar, as sweet as its fragrance was.

t/n: gosh when olivier started thinking like a yandere i kinda got excited a little?? but when he corrected his thoughts, that’s when i swooned even harder aaaaargh

((fyi, i’m primarily on team yves, but our dear prince is making it so hard XD))