The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 353 Back to the Manor

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“Ninthy?” Garrett raised an eyebrow at Reed. “Oliver is your brother–in–law. How does that make him ‘Ninthy‘?”

The older cousins exchanged glances and smirked in silence.

Isolde felt her eyelid twitch–this could only mean trouble.

She glanced at Oliver, who was focused on his drink, as if trying hard to hide something. Narrowing her eyes, she wondered–just what exactly had these men been talking about all afternoon while drinking and chatting?

“Yeah, why Ninthy?” Natasha asked curiously.

Alex chuckled. “Grandmother, we were just talking with Oliver about his family, and it turns out that among his kin, he ranks ninth. So we started calling him Ninthy.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, why not? It’s not like we call anyone in this family by their actual names anyway.”

Oliver lowered his head even further. Poor Natasha and her innocent logic–he was truly sorry.

The lively dinner continued with laughter, drinks, and merriment.

Afterward, it was time to head to the Governor’s Manor this was the final stop of their homecoming visit. Stuffed from the feast, the couple climbed into the carriage, both feeling like they might burst.

“God, I really hope the Master didn’t prepare another banquet,” Isolde groaned.

“Even if he did, I’m not eating,” Oliver declared. He had devoured several lamb chops and two bowls of lamb soup–he was beyond full.

Isolde suddenly remembered the earlier conversation and draped an arm over Oliver’s shoulder. “So, Ninthy, you sure had a lot to drink,tonight.”

Oliver shot her a glare. “What ‘Ninthy‘? That’s nonsense.

“Right? What ‘Ninthy‘ indeed? I wouldn’t know. Why don’t you enlighten me?”

“Didn’t I already explain? I’m the ninth in my family,” Oliver said.

“Oh, is that so? Well, that makes sense. Because if we were talking about last night’s events, the most you’d qualify for is ‘Eighthy,‘ not ‘Ninthy“,” Isolde quipped coolly.

Oliver’s face darkened. “What kind of nonsense is that? How could this title have anything to do with last night? And if we’re being precise, eight times is eight times. I wouldn’t exaggerate it to nine.”

Isolde didn’t believe a word. Ninth in line? Douglas only had one son–Oliver. And Douglas was the Valois family’s eldest son, meaning everyone else in the hierarchy was younger than Oliver. Even if the ranking were true, Oliver would be ‘Master Oliver,‘ not ‘Ninthy!

Watching his self–righteous expression, Isolde sneered. Fine. Tomorrow, I’ll ask Alex myself. Let’s see what Ninthy really means.”

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ask about family rankings?”

before muttering, “What’s

me, and you’re already lying? Of course I’m going to

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hide it! They cornered me for half an hour, badgering me until I finally gave in! There were plenty of topics to discuss, yet somehow, they were obsessed with the wedding night! I don’t

laughter. “Even so, you

I’m not talking to them,” Oliver grumbled. He was still sulking–how could five men gang up on one? And to pry into his private affairs,

that back when they weren’t close, she had assumed he was cold and

just didn’t know how to interact with people.

social experience, she’d have to teach

at the Governor’s Manor, Isolde let out a relieved

couch in the warm chamber and collapsed

entered, glancing at them sideways.

and bowed. “Doug.”

Doug nodded. “Sit.”

remained at ease in

cross–legged, eyeing Doug’s pipe. “Since when

the Queen Mother. It’s a new

Queen Mother smokes pipes?”

Doug exhaled a plume of smoke. “Big habit

must know her well. Tell me about

you. Who gave you permission to pry into her affairs?” Doug shot her a look.

her too. Why don’t you ask me?”

do you know?” Isolde

want to know? I’ll tell you later.”

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Isolde leaned back lazily. “Ugh,

frowned. “Did you have Sadie check

her head up with a

to Oliver. “Take her to the Bourbon family tomorrow. Have Sadie examine her.

“Got it.”

Isolde sat up, eyes gleaming. “Doug, why don’t you come with us?”

Doug asked.

to bring you along. Old folks shouldn’t be cooped

rolled his eyes. “Old? Me? And cooped up? I’m barely in Argentum

travel less and start training