The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 65

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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 65

Translator: Yonnee

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Adapted from a chapter of the original novel, 〈 Dame Angela 〉, the play was titled as 〈 Dame Angela and Two Men 〉 and was meant to be a farce.

At the beginning of the play, the romance between Dame Angela and Prince Christian was the main plot.

Radis, who didn’t know the original work’s content, fell in love with the sweet acting of the two main actors.

However, with the emergence of a new character named Lamia, there was a tonal shift in the play.

Lamia, who adores Christian, repeatedly bothered Angela and interfered with the group’s adventures.

Radis kept watching.

Honestly, she was annoyed by Lamia, but there were usually such obstacles in any story.

Soon however, a cruel truth that Angela and Radis did not know was revealed.

It was the fact that Christian and Lamia were engaged.

“Huuuuh?”

Radis was really, truly angry.

She let out one overdrawn sigh to soothe the boiling rage within her.

“What’s wrong?”

Meanwhile, Yves could barely hold in his boredom behind her. He asked what was wrong.

Radis couldn’t stand it anymore and dragged the limp Yves forward.

“Christian, that horrible jerk! He had a fiancée from the beginning, so why was he pursuing Angela so much?”

“Heroes are originally such lechers…”

“The hero is Angela, not Christian.”

“Then she’s still connected to Verno. Seeing how sad his song was for her, I think Verno’s serious about Angela.”

“Right. Verno’s muuuch better than Christian. And with Lamia, I wondered what kind of problem she had with Angela when she was bothering her, but she deserved it. She saw her fiancé being lovey-dovey with someone else—if it’s to that extent, then she was even too nice.”

“Nice? Didn’t you see how much she bothered them?”

Radis pretended to break something with both her hands.

Seeing this, Yves only shook his head.

“I don’t know who would ever have a woman like you.”

“There’s no need for you to worry about that, Marquis.”

Radis focused on the play again.

Behind her, Yves eagerly met Olivier’s gaze, but Radis didn’t notice.

This was because the play was reaching the climax.

Angela, who realized Christian’s betrayal, fell into a deep despair.

Her love was infinitely pure, and so the resulting despair was deeper and darker.

The climax of the play was when Angela’s red flames turned black.

The red sword she had been using to cut her enemies without hesitation so far had turned entirely black.

Angela couldn’t move, as though she’d become stone.

Dark fairies came out and danced round and round the unmoving Angela, and finally, Angela collapsed.

Cries of sorrow erupted from all over the audience.

It was at that moment.

“Angela!”

Verno appeared. He raised Angela and embraced her.

Angela, who was in his arms, looked as though she had already passed away, and he sang a sorrowful, mournful song full of love.

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“Hiic…!”

At Verno’s song, Radis burst into tears. She blew her nose into a handkerchief and shed many tears.

Verno’s true love for Angela made her open her eyes again.

The darkness receded, and red fairies jumped out to the stage, dancing in excitement.

“Oh!”

Radis was startled.

The wise Luminus was coming down from the sky!

To be exact, he was hanging from a rope tied to the ceiling and was slowly descending, but.

“Ahh, pure love has saved this world!”

As the wise Luminus descended from the sky, the audience on the first floor cried out in surprise.

“As it is providence, it is also fate!”

Luminous proclaimed this with a deep, loud voice, waving his long white sleeves hard—perhaps because it was difficult to balance in the air.

All the actors came up on the stage and danced beautifully, and so, the play ended there.

Radis clapped her hands along with the others.

Until her palms felt numb.

“Radis.”

As he grabbed her shoulder, Yves Russell flinched.

Radis was crying so much with a runny nose.

“Marquis!”

With tears pouring down her cheeks, Radis continued.

“For bringing me here, thank you so much…! I will never forget your kindness!”

It was the first time in Radis’ life that she was so moved to the point of tears.

Like the marquis, the play was magnificent.

Yves was flustered.

“Why are you crying? Was it so sad that you started crying?”

“It’s not that I’m sad, it’s because I’m touched!”

“Goodness, here…”

Yves smiled as he took out a handkerchief.

Then, he held Radis’ chin and carefully wiped her eyes and nose with the soft handkerchief.

“Was it that fun to watch?”

While her chin was still in his hand, Radis nodded several times.

It felt like she had escaped into a wonderful dream.

She had never gotten the chance to feel this way before.

She realized that this might be the reason why even the indolent David would come to the theater while he was in disguise.

With a smile, Yves let go.

Then, he placed an envelope in her hand.

Radis asked as she sniffled.

“What’s this?”

“Open it, my remarkable stepping stone.”

Radis took out a note from inside the envelope.

The content was short.

[ The next time we meet, can you smile at me, too? —O.A. ]

Radis’ swollen eyes looked up at Yves, who was smiling broadly while raising one thumb.

“What’s… this?”