The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 359 Another Day, Perhaps

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Cristina finally saw through it. With a shrill voice, she snapped, “You went through all this trouble just to drive me away? Well, I’m not leaving! If I do, it’ll be on my own terms, not because someone forced me out!”

“Oh? And now you care about dignity?” Isolde sneered, her tone dripping with mockery. “Where was all this self–respect when you and Johnathan schemed against Rosemary?”

Arthur’s face darkened with shame. He turned to Cristina and said, “Let’s go. We don’t need to endure this humiliation.”

Cristina flung off his hand. “No! Why should I leave just because she says so?”

Isolde chuckled, indifferent. “Suit yourself. Stay or leave–it makes no difference to me.”

With that, she waved a hand at Hattie. “See them out.”

Arthur tugged at Cristina. “We’re leaving.”

Cristina shrieked, “No! If I leave now, it means she chased me out!”

Arthur hesitated, his gaze turning stormy as he looked at Isolde. “I assume you won’t mind her staying a few more days?”

“Not at all,” Isolde replied smoothly. “After all, I have a dog at home already–one more won’t make much difference.”

Arthur’s composure cracked. “Must you be so vicious?”

Isolde’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Vicious? Oh, Arthur, you should’ve heard the things Cristina said to Oliver when she broke off the engagement. The arrogance, the disdain–compared to that, I’m being downright merciful.”

“That was in the past! Why keep bringing it up? And back then, you had nothing to do with Oliver. Now you’re rushing to avenge him, but does he even know? Even if he does, do you think he’d approve? Oliver isn’t a petty man.”

“No, he’s not,” Isolde admitted. “But I am. Back then, I wasn’t his wife, so I let it slide. Now that I’ve married into his household, I have every right to settle old scores. Don’t expect kindness in return for cruelty. When you trample on someone, be prepared for the day they rise again and strike back.”

“Well said.” Arthur’s gaze sharpened. “But aren’t you afraid of an endless cycle of revenge? If you destroy Cristina today, what if one day, she comes back for you?”

“Of course I’m afraid.” Isolde’s voice was light, almost amused. “Which is exactly why I’m making sure that doesn’t happen.”

Arthur finally understood–there was no winning against Isolde in an argument.

by the King himself for his eloquence. He had debated three senior ministers in court, citing classic texts until they were speechless.

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burned too many

gave in. He pulled Cristina along, dragging her out despite her continued protests. She cursed all the way to the door, shedding the last remnants of her noblewoman’s grace, behaving

sipped

and help Isolde, found that her intervention was unnecessary. One against two, Isolde had still left Arthur

people, Heidi mused, you could afford to offend. Others… you never should.

you had to watch that

set down her coffee with a soft smile.

“You’re ruthless. Cristina won’t last here much

was the plan.” Isolde’s voice was cool, unyielding.

hesitated. Even if he didn’t like Cristina, avenging past grievances so openly might

glinted. “People who hurt him don’t deserve

entirely convinced but

was immediately briefed by Hattie

“Where

the training hall.”

by two smaller side halls. Before they had moved into Montlins Manor, they

of excitement flashed in Oliver’s eyes as he strode toward the hall.

slicing through the air inside. He stopped at the entrance, watching as Isolde moved like lightning–spinning, leaping, her whip

trained her, and Oliver had seen Doug fight before. His attacks were swift, merciless, and efficient. Isolde had

to Wolf Mountain, where they had fought side by side. Even then, he had been secretly astonished. Her movements were lightning–fast, her strikes deadly precise. She never hesitated, never wasted a

way

battlefield, there was no time for flashy

Watching Isolde’s skillful display, an itch stirred in him. He

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his wrist, the tree branch evaded her whip’s

slid across the ground, her whip whirling back in an attempt

he would