The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 337 Crumbling Under Pressure

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Isolde’s voice was cold and sharp. “I must say, your words are quite astonishing. Oliver is a general, a commander of soldiers, a protector of this land. It has never been his duty to concern himself with trivial household matters. That has always been the order of things–men rule the outside world, women rule the home. Or does the Felton family not follow this principle? Tell me, when Arthur takes a concubine, does he not consult you first?”

Agnes let out a slow, chilling laugh. “What a sharp tongue you have.” Then, her expression turned icy. “No matter how eloquently you speak, at the end of the day, you’re simply watching Cristina die without lifting a finger. Do you have no heart at all? If Cristina hadn’t stepped aside, would you even be standing here today as Oliver’s wife? The very fortune you enjoy was given to you by her! And now, she doesn’t even ask to take your place–only to be a concubine. That is what a concubine is meant to be, after all! And yet, here you are, barely a day into this marriage, already jealous and petty. With a heart this narrow, how do you expect to ever command the Sharp family as its matriarch?”

She then turned to Allan and Pablo. “Grandfather, Father, I will not deny that Cristina has made mistakes. She is stubborn, and yes, she has acted recklessly. But this is still a human life we are speaking of. She has tried to end her life twice in one night–can you not see how deeply she feels for Oliver? Grandfather, you are a man of rules and tradition. Look at Cristina–her lineage, her reputation, her talent and beauty. Would being a concubine truly be beneath her? If not, then why not grant her this position? It would cost Isolde nothing–she would lose nothing–and she would gain the reputation of being generous and magnanimous.”

Allan did not appreciate Agnes‘ pushy attitude, but logically speaking, this was indeed the simplest solution.

So, he turned to Isolde. “Isolde, do you agree?”

Before Isolde could respond, Pablo stepped in, bowing slightly. “Father, this is unreasonable.”

Allan silenced him with a single look. “Sit down. I am speaking to Isolde.”

Allan’s gaze

remained fixed on Isolde, waiting for her response.

She stood slowly, her posture regal and unshaken.

“I do not agree.”

Agnes‘ head snapped up. “You would truly stand by and watch her die?”

Isolde’s voice remained calm 9

her eyes piercing.

“In this world, everything worth having must be earned. I did not become Oliver’s wife because Cristina ‘allowed‘ me to. I fought for this. When Oliver fell from grace, she was the first to abandon him. So tell me- what loyalty, what love, what devotion do you speak of?”

She took a slow step forward, her tone cutting like a blade.

she is demanding a concubine’s position–using death as leverage? And if

sharp as steel, pressing Agnes into

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chip. If I grant her the position of a concubine today, what stops her from demanding my own position as wife

had gone deathly

valid method to get what one wants, shall I draw my own blade and slice my throat open? Shall I say that unless Cristina stays beneath me, I will die? And if she refuses to submit,

air before adding, “I am not well–versed in poetry or philosophy, but I understand this much–nothing in this world comes free. And anything that does will never last. Nor will it earn respect. You may

her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected Isolde to be so ruthless, so decisive,

stammered, face flushed with anger

ignored her, stepping forward and kneeling before Allan.

“Oliver and I have sworn loyalty to each other long before today. We have fought side by side, risked our lives for one another–not just as husband and wife, but as warriors on the battlefield. If Cristina had ever shown Oliver true kindness, had ever stood

she not only abandoned him, she

out of courtesy to Arthur. Otherwise, she

tradition above all else. But tell me–if Cristina were not Arthur’s sister, would you have tolerated this spectacle? Would you allow a woman to demand a

Allan was silent.

on the armrest, his

tonight is an important night for you. Take Isolde and return to your chambers. I will

stood immediately. “Yes, Grandfather.”

forward. “But Cristina’s father was your student!

to leave, stopped in her

her voice

“Silence!”

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you dare to pressure him using personal connections? Do you intend to sully his name? To make it appear as if he is willing

you not realize how this would