The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 367 Changing Her Tune

A servant entered and reported to Rosemary, “Lady Cristina insists she is Oliver’s concubine.

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Rosemary smiled. “I see. Bring in some little friends to keep her company. Let her play with them for a while, and then ask again. If she gives the same answer, let them continue playing–until she changes her mind.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Isolde, intrigued, asked, “Little friends? You think she’ll be swayed by that?”

She had assumed Rosemary would take a more direct approach–perhaps a good scolding or a harsh lesson.

“In front of these ‘little friends, I’ve rarely seen anyone stay stubborn for long,” Sadie said with a soft smile, leading Isolde to the breakfast table.

“I thought you’d at least put her through a little suffering,” Isolde remarked.

“I gave Arthur my word that I wouldn’t harm her,” Rosemary said coolly. “I won’t break my promise.”

Sadie chuckled. “Finish your food quickly. Once we’re done, we can go to the room next door and see for ourselves.”

Excited, Isolde hurriedly stuffed down a few pieces of cake, took a few big bites of pastries, and washed it all down with a gulp of soy milk. “Alright, let’s go watch the show.”

Sadie stood, smoothing her dress. “Mother, we’re off.”

“Go on,” Rosemary yawned, stretching. “I’m exhausted, and it’s freezing. I need to go back and hibernate.”

Isolde giggled. “Your name is Rosemary, but you’re not a snake. You don’t need to hibernate.”

Rosemary shot her a look. “Go on, you chatterbox.”

“My mother hates the cold,” Sadie explained as they walked. “So when we dragged her out of bed last night, it probably lit a fire in her. She won’t let this slide so easily.”

“Oh.” Isolde grinned. This was going to be good.

Cristina had arrived at the Bourbon family estate full of defiance, fully prepared for a beating if necessary— but she had no intention of changing her words.

To her surprise, she hadn’t been mistreated at all. Instead, she had been given food, drink, and warm accommodations. That was when she started thinking–perhaps Rosemary didn’t dare harm her after all.

After all, she was the daughter of the prestigious Felton family. Would Rosemary really dare lay a hand on her?

If they wanted to keep her locked up for a few days, so be it. Hadn’t she already spent enough time confined in the Valen family?

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drug she had used had been strong, yet Oliver had spent the entire night speaking to her without reacting in the slightest. Even when she had thrown herself into his arms, he remained

William–he had barely exchanged two sentences with her before losing

the difference between the two men. And

possessed true self–restraint. A man who remained faithful even after marriage, refusing to take a concubine. That man should have been hers.

it should have been hers.

now, it had all been

curled up on the bed, feeling utterly

She reached out, intending to shut it properly–only to feel something cold and damp beneath her

snapped back instantly. She turned, and what she saw nearly

lazily over the windowsill, was a

as her arm. It lifted its broad, flat head, flicking its tongue as

bloodcurdling scream. “Someone! There’s a snake!

rushing to the door–only to find it firmly locked.

“Let me out! Let me

calm voice sounded from outside. “Lady Cristina, Lady Rosemary asks

this

sorely mistaken! Tell her–I am Oliver’s concubine! I

Rosemary.”

she backed into a corner, keeping

wasn’t

a snake. Nothing to be afraid of. Arthur said

then, a soft whistling sound echoed from somewhere unseen.

snake…

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sinkamin~th..J Indian din…

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in smooth, practiced motions, closing the

mere moments.

reach–a teacup, a coffee pot- and hurled them

call this bravery? Using snakes to scare me? If you have any real courage, just kill me already!” she shricked.

voice outside the door spoke again, unbothered. “Lady Cristina, Lady Rosemary asks

OLIVER’S CONCUBINE! Tell that wretched woman she can kill me if she dares!”

won’t kill you. She won’t even harm you. You have nothing to

just then–another sound.

A familiar hiss.

more pythons began sliding in through

thick as her arm, each moving with

trembled violently, her entire body shaking as the room filled with

moved toward her in