The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 411 Selling the Ancestral Grave

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As the crowd around them grew larger, Jaime realized that speaking outside wasn’t going to work. Seeing Isolde’s overly flattering attitude, he coldly said, “Wait here. I’ll go inform Lawson.”

Isolde bowed politely. “Thank you for your trouble.”

Jaime instructed someone to keep watch at the door and quickly ran inside.

Soon enough, Jaime came back out and glanced at Isolde, saying, “Lawson is merciful and has allowed you to speak, but you’re not allowed to enter the main building. You must remain outside.”

“Thank you, I understand the rules,” Isolde replied, nodding gratefully.

It was fine not to go inside; they could speak in the courtyard.

The large church doors swung open, and some of the onlookers perched on the walls, while others gathered near the entrance. The flickering light from the bonfire inside made everything visible.

Lawson sat at the entrance of the church, appearing to be in his sixties, with graying hair and a thin face. His eyes were deep–set, and faint spots marked the corners. He looked stern, surrounded by many young men from the family. Even though this was just a small church in Zrork City, Lawson carried himself with the air of someone presiding over an official court session.

Impressive.

Isolde could see a few older men sitting inside the church, but there were so many people at the door that she couldn’t clearly make out who was inside. However, sitting among the elders was one person who looked very familiar. It had to be Vance.

Isolde kept her composure as she stepped forward and bowed toward Lawson. “I, Isolde, pay my respects to Lawson.”

even bother to look up. His voice was slow and dismissive as he replied, “Ah, so it’s Isolde.

presume to have you rise. It is

hand, and another person eagerly filled it with tobacco and lit it. Lawson took a few long puffs, the smoke enveloping him as he said, “Speak. What is it you want?”

Lawson immediately barked, “Stand where you are! No closer.”

apologetically. “Apologies, I forgot the rules for a

gestured for her to proceed.

give her a bit of a lesson, show some authority, but her constant smiles made it difficult for

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411 Selling the Ancestral

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of his pipe against the armrest of his chair, his voice. turning sharp. “What’s this? Now you’re blaming us for this? The family already selected a burial plot for him. It was your husband, that so–called general, who, in his arrogance, refused to bury him there. If you’re going to

you’ve selected is unstable, the soil is loose. If a storm comes, the grave could be exposed. And my father was a First–Rank Duke, according to the proper rites, his tomb must be built to a certain standard. The plot you’ve chosen is unsuitable. The mountain is so large, surely there’s a better spot.

to intimidate me. The state has its laws, but families have their own rules. He is a Langley, and his tomb cannot surpass the standards of our ancestors, or it

fade. “Of course, family rules and state laws must both be followed, but doesn’t the state law take precedence? Since my father’s tomb must follow the proper standards, it would be best if we follow those standards. As for whether it’s an act of usurpation, I’m sure the

“This matter isn’t for you to decide. You’re an outsider, a woman married into the family. This is not your responsibility. But since you’re a marquise, I’ll indulge you a bit. There’s no room for discussion. If he’s to be buried in the ancestral grave, it must be

words, the matter was settled. No

was purchased by my father. The deed is in my hands. All I want is for him to be buried peacefully and properly. If

think you own it?” Lawson’s eyes gleamed with disdain. “If you’re so determined, go door to door and tell all the other branches of the Langley family to dig up their ancestors and move them. If you want the land, you can try taking

trace their lineage back to the family were buried there. But if

as she said, “I would never dare disturb the resting place of our ancestors. But I am a businesswoman, and this mountain

to address the crowd of onlookers and raised her hands in greeting. “I ask that you help spread the word. I’m considering selling this mountain. Its energy is exceptional. My father’s rise from a humble soldier to a First–Rank Duke is proof enough of that.

erupted in shock, with people exclaiming, “Is