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.”

was slow and dismissive as he replied, “Ah, so it’s Isolde. My apologies for not

immediately responded, “No, no, I would never presume to have you rise.

his 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

forward, but Lawson immediately barked, “Stand where you

her tracks, smiling apologetically. “Apologies, I forgot the

gestured for her to

bit of a lesson, show some authority, but her constant smiles made it difficult for him to raise his hand against her. Better to hear her out

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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

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. How about I bring

He is a Langley, and his

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

to try to intimidate me?” Lawson’s face darkened. “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.

was

deed is in my hands. All I want is for him to be buried peacefully and properly. If that can happen, everyone will be

to door and tell all the other

Langley family’s ancestral plot, any family members who could trace their lineage back to the family were buried there. But

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

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. If someone is interested, I’m happy to arrange a sale. If a

crowd erupted in shock, with people exclaiming, “Is this