The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 321 The Lesson

After greeting the elders, Isolde was led into the house to meet her peers.

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A group of cousins–both male and female–gathered around, laughing and teasing. Patricia nudged a tall young man who had been standing at Natasha’s right and introduced him with a grin. “This blockhead here is your eldest cousin, Gianni Sharp. This one’s Peter Sharp, your second cousin. Third cousin, Spencer Sharp. Fourth, Reed Sharp. And the youngest one here, Alex Sharp.”

Isolde greeted each of them with polite gratitude. “It must have been a tiring journey. I truly appreciate you all coming back for my wedding.”

The Sharp men, all of them young generals, were more eager to hear about Isolde’s military exploits than discuss wedding matters. “Come on,” Alex said eagerly, “let’s sneak off and have some drinks. I want to hear the real story of how you crushed Kamari at Zloimond.”

Patricia smacked him on the arm, laughing. “Another time! There’s too much to do tonight.”

Alex groaned but relented, seeing the wisdom in her words.

Isolde chuckled. “When I return for the three–day visit, I’ll bring Oliver and tell you everything.”

“What, we don’t even get a preview? That doesn’t count!”

“Out, out!” Patricia waved them away, half–scolding, half–laughing. “Go make yourselves useful. The red carpet needs checking, and this household is short–staffed. Since you’re all so skilled at hard labor, lend a hand.”

Reluctantly, the men filed out, leaving the women to continue with the wedding preparations.

The Sharp family had always been a straightforward, lively bunch. While they didn’t adhere rigidly to every tradition, the more meticulous relatives ensured that the wedding followed all proper customs, leaving no detail overlooked.

The sheer number of rituals made Isolde’s head spin. Tomorrow was going to be exhausting.

And that was just the wedding day itself–what followed afterward left her completely dumbfounded.

“Remember,” one aunt instructed, “the day after the wedding, you must greet your in–laws and the elders of the Valen family properly. The formalities must be observed.”

Isolde felt faint.

Natasha, who had been quietly listening, chuckled and reassured her. “It’s just one day. After that, things will be much easier. But on that day, everyone will be watching. You must do it well, for Oliver’s sake, and so your father–in–law isn’t put in a difficult position.”

“Understood,” Isolde replied, bracing herself.

Then, an aunt suddenly interjected, “I heard that Old Lord Allan Valen and Lady Heidi are returning for the wedding as well.”

expression tightened instantly.

of the Valens, who were military men, Allan Valen was a scholar. He had retired from his

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anything that strayed from the

breached protocol. Allan had berated her in front

as some called her–who had been married into the family three years after Pablo’s mother had passed. She had brought two grown children from her previous marriage, who had

this woman was the same age as Margaret.

now, Isolde would have to

worse by

with was bad enough. Now she had to contend with Allan and a step- grandmother of unknown disposition.

soured

Isolde, having encountered

past life, knew well how difficult Allan could be. He

following every custom, every

long?

your uncle that the King plans to appoint him as Grand Mentor to instruct the

groaned. “Great. Just what we need–him turning the princes into joyless, unbending

his real task will be to instruct the Crown Prince in

him,” Natasha said, shaking off her irritation. “It’s almost time for the ‘hair–combing‘

was a crucial

her longevity and many children, would comb the bride’s hair while offering blessings, symbolizing health, a harmonious marriage, and a future

as the elderly woman picked up an ivory comb, tied with a red silk

rare, blushing face, glowing with a beauty like the first bloom of spring.

the most respected matron in Argentum combing my hair. And

with a long, fortunate life,” Natasha

I have been. I have no regrets in this life. May she receive my blessings

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gentle strokes, she ran the comb through Isolde’s hair, murmuring blessings