The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 66 - 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 66

Translator: Yonnee

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“You did great, Radis!”

“With what…? His Highness… is here?”

“He was, but he already left.”

Yves pointed upward.

Only a few meters away, Radis could see a brilliant balcony that was exceptionally decorated.

The curtains were closed now, as if no one should know what’s inside.

In that second, Radis’ expression changed.

Surprise. Shock. Anger.

Now, the angry Radis grabbed Yves Russell’s raised thumb and squeezed it tightly.

“I thought it was weird. Did you bring me here just to do this?”

The play, the amethyst necklace, and this balcony seat!

“Aack!”

All of this was the scheme of Yves Russell, who donned black clothes on the outside, and was likewise evil on the inside.

Shaking Yves Russell’s thumb recklessly, Radis shouted.

“Sure, I already know. I knew from the very beginning that you’re only using me. But can’t you at least give me a warning in advance?!”

“R-Radis, it hurts!”

As the balcony grew noisy, an usher looked inside.

But after grasping the situation, the usher stepped down with a pleased smile.

That’s because, on the surface, the tall Marquis Russell and the cute Radis were so close together and seemed to be bickering while holding hands.

However, Yves Russell was truly, utterly in pain.

“Ahh, ow ow OW! Ra, Radis? It k-kinda, really hurts? Can’t you let go?”

With narrowed eyes, Radis looked down at the swollen thumb.

‘This… Should I break it?’

Seeing her expression becoming strange all of a sudden, Yves Russell backed down.

“I-I’m sorry! I went too far, right? S-So, please, this, just first let go of this and we can talk…!”

Radis glared at Yves with a terrifying gaze.

But she soon let go of Yves’ hand with a sigh.

He was her employer, moreover a marquis, and he had even shown her a play today.

“My finger…!”

Yves Russell exclaimed as he looked at his red thumb.

“Radis… You, why are you so strong?”

As she huffed out hot air through her nose and left the balcony, stomping away while holding Prince Olivier’s note and the play pamphlet with her.

‘If I was being serious, you wouldn’t be standing there right now, Marquis!’

Blowing Yves stared at Radis’ back as she left.

“Wow, how can a woman be like that? As time goes by, I really can’t understand that prince’s taste.”

It felt like he was going to die from the pain on his thumb, but even so, Yves was in a good mood.

With his sore thumb raised, he smiled brightly.

“Hehe… hehehe, bwahahaha!”

In the past few years, just how much effort did he put into approaching Prince Olivier!

According to Yves Russell’s judgment, the next person who would sit on the throne, succeeding the current Emperor Claude Arpend, would be the Third Prince Olivier and no one else.

Admittedly though, the current emperor was not a competent emperor.

It was obvious that if the next emperor would be Charles, the entire empire would fall into the hands of Empress Adrianne and her father, Duke Lebeloia, along with the Iziad faction, of which the center of power was the duke.

The emperor also knew this fact, which was why he had yet to appoint First Prince Charles as the crown prince.

Gabriel, the second prince, was popular amongst the general public. But because his biological mother, Mirena, was a commoner, it was holding him back from taking up the throne.

Next, then, was the third prince, Olivier Arpend.

Compared to Charles, who always caused trouble, and Gabriel, who was popular with the empire’s people, Third Prince Olivier had never received any attention.

However, his capabilities were superior to anyone else. Apart from that, his mother, the former Empress Ziartine, was from House Pelletier. It’s one of the most affluent families in the empire.

In addition, Olivier was the most popular among the aristocrats because of his beautiful, doll-like appearance and seemingly eccentric attitude.

It was a famous fact as well that even Adrianne, who had deposed Ziartine and became the current empress, favored Olivier.

‘That’s probably because the Third Prince hasn’t revealed his true nature yet.’

Yves was sure that Olivier had a different face.

Why else did he need to wear such a solid, ice mask?

Masks were necessary to hide your face.

Of course, Yves couldn’t support Olivier so openly right now.

However, if he could manage to find a way to connect with Olivier in advance, when there came a time that Olivier would need strength, he would surely seek out Marquis Russell.

At this point, he would be just the person the prince needed. Marquis Russell would no longer be just a marquis.

‘The Russell Marquisate will become the Russell Duchy…!’

Beneath the dark fringe over his face, Yves Russell’s eyes flared with ambition.