The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 61

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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 61

Translator: Yonnee

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The carriage stopped in front of the Golden Rose Theater.

To match its splendid name, the Golden Rose Theater had both its interior and exterior adorned with golden waves.

Yves Russell, who got off from the carriage first, held the door and smiled up at Radis as he looked back at her.

“Shall we go, Your Ladyship?”

“…Ladyship?”

It was the first time she was called that all her life.

But then, after seeing Radis going up the red-carpeted stairs of the theater with Marquis Russell as her escort, who wouldn’t call her that?

It seemed like there was a small social gathering being held at the beautiful lobby right now.

People who came to the theater to watch a play gathered at the lobby while chatting.

Then, a gentleman with a very dashing mustache approached Yves.

“Oho, who do we have here! Is that you, Marquis Russell?”

“Long time no see, Count Braunt.”

“Hahaha! It seems like you’ve grown a lot. You look so dignified, too. My wife, come over here! Look who it is!”

Countess Braunt and some other people in the lobby came closer.

It seemed like Yves knew all of them.

After saying their greetings to one another, it was natural that all their eyes rested on Radis.

Yves spoke.

“This lady here is Miss Radis Tilrod.”

Not used to being the center of attention, Radis immediately felt her face burning up. But even so, she greeted them as politely as possible.

“Oh my, if you’re from the Tilrod family, then it’s that Tilrod family? Whose ancestor is Sir Alexis Tilrod—a founding father of the country?”

“That’s right, Madam.”

“Gosh, come to think of it, the Marquis also has Verad Russell who’s a founding father of the empire as well, correct? Oh my goodness, how amazing!”

“There’s a deep significance in seeing you both together like this.”

At that, there was a flurry of conversation.

Radis couldn’t keep up.

Golden light poured from above her head, from the walls and from the columns surrounding her from all sides.

The theater itself was already spectacular, but the smiles of everyone around her were even more dazzling.

Elegant laughter, subtle jokes about how opportune this all is, a sudden toast, champagne, more laughter.

It seemed like she was being assaulted with ten hallucinations all at once.

“…is.”

“……”

“Radis!”

Snapping out of her reverie, Radis looked up. She was just standing there looking like a drunkard with both her hands occupied by two glasses of champagne. She couldn’t refuse when they were offered to her.

And Yves Russell had a smirk on his lips as he looked at her.

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“Goodness. You just need to pretend to sip and send it back. Did you drink everything?”

Yves Russell took the glasses with leftover champagne in them from Radis’ hands, then passed them off to a servant.

Then, he placed the back of his hand over Radis’ cheek gingerly.

“Your face is bright red, Radis.”

Radis was just on the verge of instinctively breaking his wrist, but she couldn’t do it. It was either because she was too flustered or because she was too tipsy from the champagne.

Well that’s a relief.

She didn’t know what would happen if she had broken off his wrist amid this very crowded theater lobby.

“…It’s because I get flushed easily.”

“Wait a sec.”

Yves fetched some ice water for her.

He sat her down and also sat down in front of her, smiling as he watched her finish drinking the glass.

Those who watched this scene were all wide-eyed.

“It looks like their relationship isn’t ordinary?”

“Marquis Russell finally has a lover?”

“He was never the topic of any scandal, though there were still all sorts of rumors about him. Even so, it’s a bit of a relief.”

As Radis sipped a little of the ice water, a theater employee brought a pamphlet for her.

The play was called, 〈 Dame Angela and Two Men 〉.

Intrigued, Radis opened the pamphlet.

The play was an adaptation of the romance part of the novel titled, 〈 Dame Angela 〉.

Radis turned to Yves.

“Have you read the novel?”

“Which novel?”

“’Dame Angela.’”

Yves Russell shook his head casually.

“No.”

“This play is adapted from the novel.”

Radis spoke with a tearful face.

“This… I’ve never read the novel for this, but can I know the story when I watch the play?”

Yves shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. The novel is a novel, and this play is a play, right? Aren’t they two separate things?”

“Huh? They’re different! Haa, if you told me about it in advance, I wouldn’t read the book! We went through a gate just to watch a play, but this… I should at least read the entire pamphlet.”

Spreading the pamphlet out, Radis looked at Marquis Russell.

“Shouldn’t the Marquis read it, too?”

“Then read it for me.”

“……”

Before reading it aloud, Radis glared at Yves.

“In the Dallit Village, a girl called Angela resided, and she had a mysterious power over fire. All the villagers feared her and thought she was a witch.”

As she read the word ‘fire’, Radis flinched.

But it’s just a novel’s plot. She continued reading.