The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 36 Selling the Estate:

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On the outskirts of Argentum, there were three estates under Matilda’s management. One of them. Montlins Manor, had been secretly added to Michelle’s dowry–something Geoffrey was completely

unaware of.

And today, it was Montlins Manor that they were heading to.

Montlins Manor was far from Argentum. Even after leaving the city, it required another hour of travel by carriage.

Three carriages were used for the journey. Matilda, Michelle, and Eleanor shared one. Isolde rode with Jacqueline and Helena. The third carriage was cramped with maids and servants. As for Harlan, he followed behind on horseback.

The final carriage lagged behind, slowing the entire procession. By the time they arrived at Montlins Manor, night had already fallen.

Ryker was waiting in the darkness with estate workers, torches in hand. As soon as Matilda and Isolde stepped down, the overseer and laborers rushed forward, crowding around Matilda and Michelle with excessive enthusiasm while completely ignoring Isolde.

Helena, noticing the slight, whispered angrily, “They claim this is a handover, but Mrs. Langley hasn’t even introduced you properly.”

Isolde merely smiled faintly, signaling them to follow her inside.

Montlins Manor was vast, spanning over a hundred acres, with numerous farmhouses built to house workers and their families.

At its center stood a three–courtyard estate made of blue bricks. Though aged, it had clearly been renovated in recent years.

Ryker lingered at the back, waiting until Isolde passed before speaking coldly. “Isolde, don’t take it personally. The workers don’t know you yet, so they didn’t greet you.”

Isolde smiled slightly. “It’s alright. They’ll know me soon enough.”

Ryker let out a mocking laugh, adjusting his hat as if trying to hide the spot where his ear had been cut.

“We’ll see about that.”

Then, he turned and strode inside.

Inside the main hall, the estate’s overseers and housekeepers surrounded Matilda and Michelle, eager to please. Matilda, looking warm and benevolent, listened attentively to their concerns before addressing them one by one. “Randy, how’s your rheumatism? It hasn’t flared up again, has it? Estella, is your cough getting any better? Aviana, this is your third child, isn’t it? And finally, you have a son! Your late mother–in–law must be watching over you.”

worker’s life as if they were her own family, proving just how much

pleasantries did Matilda turn to business. “Since

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to look at Isolde, their expressions indifferent and half–hearted as they murmured. “Greetings,

“A pleasure to meet

“Where’s Otto? Have him bring the manor’s account books for Isolde to

Isolde even know how

stroked Leonis, saying

understands them or not is irrelevant. If she doesn’t, she can always

the trouble. Montlins Manor hasn’t turned a profit in three years. We’ve been running at a loss, just barely covering wages. This year, the estate couldn’t sustain itself any longer, so I had to request 1,000 from Mrs. Langley just to keep it

“Prepare my quarters. Have the account books delivered to my room. And tell Otto Baker

Leonis and walked out.

hear what Estella just said? The estate has been losing money every year! Mother has been using her own private funds to keep it afloat! What’s the point of looking

it’s such a burden, then there’s no need to

fell over the room. The estate workers paled. Selling the estate meant they

darkened. “Isolde, hold on. The manor belonged to your mother. I won’t allow you to sell it.”

“It belongs to me. If I say I’m selling it, then it’s sold. Mrs. Langley, you have no say in the

matter.”

another word, she walked away, completely ignoring the overseers whose faces

he merely glanced at her briefly, his face unreadable, saying nothing.

came to escort Isolde to a room. So she chose one herself.

she was settling in, Estella stormed in, face twisted with displeasure. “Isolde, this

room.”

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