The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path

Chapter 139

Translator: Yonnee

Robert opened his eyes.

The wide expanse of the azure sky, which he thought he would never see again, was right before his eyes.

Is this heaven?

Robert stood up and looked around.

Seeing that the sky was blue, it didnt seem like he had fallen to hell.

If this was heaven, then he would be able to meet Radis.

But something was off.

What heaven looked like to him now was the same as the small hill that was overlooking the Roderick households drill hall.

And when he found someone coming up the hill path leading from that drill hall, Robert couldnt help but frown.

It was a scrawny young man with greasy hair stuck to his head, seemingly from wearing a soldiers helm.

It was such a memorable face that Robert cant ever forget that face even if he wanted to.

The young man was Heron Roderick, the eldest son of the prestigious Roderick family.

Robert! You filthy illegitimate punk!

Robert was flabbergasted. He lay down on his back once more.

Its hell.

The heck are you saying? Anyway, you damn punk, you were sneaking a peak at my training time, werent you?

Robert closed his eyes completely.

Its impudent of me to even think I had gone to heaven.

He failed to protect her.

For him to go up to heaven even after committing that great sinjust the thought of it was foolish. And for him to even expect that hed be able to see her again made him click his tongue from his own shamelessness.

Tsk

But the sound seemed to have offended Heron.

You still arent getting up, punk? If you dont get up now, Ill step on you directly!

Robert casually grabbed Herons ankle and flung the scrawny kid away.

AAACK!

Heron continued to screech as he scuttled away, and meanwhile, Roberts mind was riddled with tangled-up thoughts.

But Heron looks younger No, he has become younger.

He closed his eyes and stopped thinking about Heron.

Well, there must be some good reason.

After a while, he heard people coming up the hill.

It was the knights of House Roderick, and Franz Roderick himselfthe head of the household.

When they surrounded him, Robert had no choice but to rise to his feet.

Franz Roderick snarled.

Robert, did you touch Heron?

Robert said nothing and merely stared at Franz Roderick.

This place really must be hell.

Follow me.

Robert imagined that Franz Roderick would be leading him to some kind of cauldron with boiling oil now.

However, Franz Roderick pushed Robert into the knights quarters instead of a cauldron.

It was the punishment he was given for daring to lay a hand on the eldest son of the household when he was a mere son of a concubine.

Robert was not able to grasp his true situation until a long time had passed.

That this wasnt hell.

* * *

This years winter was unusually warm.

Compared to the previous years, the mild weather was a blessing to the commoners as they were spared from the bitter frost.

Above all, thanks to the extreme decrease in apparent monster movements, farmers during the harvest season and the winter could earn a little additional income from hunting and foraging. And so, the winter was more prosperous for them.

But even this small peace seemed to have escaped House Tilrod.

What the hell?

While holding a letter bearing the seal of House Roschilde, Margarets hand shook greatly.

The knuckles of that hand were completely white, but her face was entirely red.

As Jurich was just coming down the staircase, Margaret came into her field of view.

Jurich felt conflicted.

She wondered whats troubling her mother, but on the other hand, she was too afraid to approach her.

After the utter humiliation she had faced at the Russell familys mansion a few days ago, Margaret sharply became violet, as if she was a wounded dragon.

Thus, everyone around Margaret felt unsafe near her.

The Tilrod manors master bedroom was the site of the most intense battle.

Each and every night, pieces of furniture were smashed here and there. Violent sounds could be heard banging nonstop.

Zade, who did not know what Margaret had gone through, was driven out of the bedroom and was now just practically living at his study.

The servants, on the other hand.

Their patience had reached their limits. Margarets endless tantrums were taxing, and one by one, they quit their jobs and left the manor.

Now, there literally were only a handful of servants left here.

But Jurich could not leave.

For Jurich, this was her home, and Margaret was her only mother.

Jurich was terrified, but she still lingered around Margaret.

Just like now.

Jurich stopped in the middle of the staircase and slowly looked up to see Margarets eyes.

At first glance, Margaret looked as if she was going to tear the letter apart, but she soon took a deep breath and set it down.

Thinking that Margaret had calmed down a little, Jurich crept down the steps.

Mom Whats going on?

Margarets nostrils flared. Clearly, her temper had not cooled.

Its nothing!

Jurich gulped nervously and slipped her hand towards the letter.

Then um, i-is it alright if I

At that moment, a spark flashed through Jurichs eyes.

Because Margaret slapped Jurichs hand away so sharply that it made a tremendous sound.

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