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.

his eloquence. He had debated three senior ministers in court, citing classic texts

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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

Isolde merely sipped her coffee, unfazed.

intervention was unnecessary. One against

afford to

to watch that

down her coffee

ruthless. Cristina won’t last here much longer.”

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

like Cristina, avenging past grievances so openly might damage his

who hurt

wasn’t entirely convinced but nodded

and was immediately briefed by

“Where is she?”

training hall.”

a grand central hall flanked by two smaller side halls. Before they had moved into Montlins Manor, they had repurposed

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

doors stood wide open, the crack of a whip slicing through the air inside. He stopped at the entrance, watching as Isolde moved like lightning–spinning, leaping, her whip cutting through the air

fight before. His attacks were swift, merciless, and efficient. Isolde had clearly inherited

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

soldier’s way

time for flashy moves–only quick, decisive kills ensured survival.

Isolde’s skillful display, an itch stirred in

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flick of his wrist, the tree branch evaded her whip’s grasp, darting straight

grazing just above her. Using the momentum, she slid across the ground, her whip whirling back in an attempt to coil around his

caught him, he would be thrown off balance.