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Blake endured it, and offered to treat his new colleagues. Michael stepped in to defend him, pointing out that Blake had indeed earned merit on the battlefield and had received the king’s commendation. This intervention prevented Caleb from further harassing him.
Michael wasn’t protecting Blake out of personal loyalty. He had done it because Salvador and the Ministry of Defense had recognized Blake’s achievements. Michael preferred to avoid unnecessary trouble, knowing that Rafael disliked such cc
As Blake began his new role, Freya hoped to secure an official position for herself, even if it were just a minor role in the Capital Guard or as a small team leader in the Mystic Army. She knew her past mistakes would limit her to a lower ranking post, but given her significant contributions in the victory at Victory Pass, she thought finding a position wouldn’t be too difficult.
All she wanted was to have a position that would allow her to hold her head high.
However, Freya’s expectations were overly simplistic. Even Sophie, who held only a nominal title, didn’t need to report to the Capital Guard Headquarters or participate in Mystic Army training unless specifically required. She had the option to go if needed, but she didn’t have to.
Freya waited several days, only to receive a document from the Ministry of Defense stripping her of her military rank and erasing all recognition of her achievements at Victory Pass.
She was no longer a general or even a soldier. All her contributions were nullified, as if she had never been on the battlefield. She was required to return the general’s armor, the military insignia, and her weapons. She couldn’t even keep her military uniform.
This shattered her emotional barrier.
She considered herself superior because she was different from other women-after all, she had been on the battlefield. She was a soldier, a centurion, a general. She had endured many hardships, and had eventually married into the Jaffe family.
She thought her journey was only the beginning and that she would soar to greater heights, pioneering a path for women so they could serve as officials in the future.
Instead, marrying into the Jaffe family marked the end of everything she had hoped for.
Freya went mad, smashing things in the courtyard. She destroyed everything in sight, and the servants dared not approach. They sought out Amelia, who dismissed their concerns, saying she wouldn’t interfere with Freya’s outburst in her own courtyard.
As Rebecca was still ill, no one dared to tell her.
Even those who knew wouldn’t approach Freya. Serena took a glance and, with venom in her eyes, cursed Freya. If it weren’t for this vile woman seducing Blake, Sophie would still be her sister-in-law and wouldn’t be marrying the Hell Monarch.
This woman was nothing but a calamity!
Eventually, Rebecca learned of the situation. Her gaze was blank for a long time, before she let out a bitter laugh.
“Oh? Not only is she no longer a general, but not even a soldier too? What exactly did our family gain from her? We spent so much money to have her marry into our family, and she’s turned out to be utterly useless -just a worthless shrew.”
Her tone was both malicious and helpless. Besides, she was right.
Despite coming from a distinguished background, Sophie was well-educated and cultured. She was also trained in martial arts from a young age. She was considerate and dutiful, always taking initiative in her responsibilities.
However, Freya was quite different. She would get angry when things didn’t go her way, and although there were many in the residence who resented her, no one dared to voice their criticism openly. The thought of that night, when Freya was smashing things and fighting with Blake, was enough to give Rebecca a heart attack. She deeply regretted her decisions.
Sophie’s audacity to speak boldly at Harmony Palace was proof of her substantial influence and power.
In contrast, Freya only dared to be domineering within the confines of her own household. When faced with outside criticism, she wouldn’t dare to respond. She lacked the confidence and capability to stand her ground.
In the capital, power determined everything. Before the many influential figures, Freya was nothing.
Rebecca had been bedridden for days, and Freya had never once come to attend to her. Freya couldn’t even display the most basic respect to her in-laws. Her own family had left the capital, clearly avoiding her like the plague.
It was baffling that someone like Freya had been brought into the Jaffe family household.
Rebecca grew increasingly infuriated, which aggravated her condition. However, there was nothing she could do to change the situation. She even found herself resenting Sophie for concealing her affiliation with her guild.
If Rebecca had known that Kyle was Sophie’s senior, she would never have allowed Sophie to leave the family!
In truth, Rebecca didn’t fully grasp Kyle’s influence. She had only seen the admiration people had for him, with a single painting fetching a fortune. Even Eleanor had been stunned for a long time after knowing the torn painting was a genuine piece. It was clear that Kyle was a remarkable figure.
After Rafael had gone to the Pathfinders Guild, Helen had once again summoned Sophie to the palace.
Following the events at Eleanor’s birthday banquet, Helen’s view of Sophie had changed. However, it wasn’t enough to change her mind about accepting Sophie as her daughter-in-law.
Helen considered various approaches; she realized she had no effective means to sway Sophie through coercion, especially given how Sophie had dared to defy Eleanor. It was clear that strong-arm tactics would not work.
Thus, Helen decided to appeal to Sophie’s emotions and reason with her, hoping she would voluntarily withdraw. Upon arriving at the Evergreen Palace, Sophie was greeted with a table set with an array of snacks and coffee. Helen was known for her haughty demeanor, but she managed to force a smile, though it was clearly strained and unnatural.
After Sophie paid her respects, Helen dismissed the attendants and began to chat with Sophie in a casual manner.
*I genuinely mean well for you,” Helen began. “Rafael has deceived you. He already has someone he loves. He once swore he would marry no one but her, so he will never give you a place in his heart. What happiness can you expect from marrying a man who doesn’t love you? You’ve been married once already. Why let yourself be played and deceived by another man?”
Helen expected to see heartbreak on Sophie’s face, but was surprised to find no change in her expression.
Sophie replied calmly, “His Highness didn’t conceal this from me. I’ve long been aware of it.”
Helen was surprised. “Since you know, why still marry him? If he doesn’t love you, and you don’t have feelings for him, why go through with it? Is it just for the title of a princess consort? The Duke of Northwatch’s family’s reputation is already high enough. There’s no need to trade your lifetime happiness for it.”
“Lady Helen, why do you think that among so many women, he chose me?” Sophie asked with a smile.
Helen pondered this for a moment, and replied, “To him, as long as it’s not the woman he loves, it could be anyone.”
“Indeed, anyone would do,” Sophie agreed. “But why is it me?”
This question left Helen momentarily speechless.
Helen couldn’t understand why her son was so insistent on marrying Sophie. If he needed a wife to manage the household, there were countless noblewomen in the capital to choose from-women who were pure, dignified, well -educated, and of distinguished families.
Why choose a divorced woman?
Helene looked at Sophie, stunned, and asked, “You’re right. Why indeed?”
*There are two reasons,” Sophie began. “The first is that I am the one he loves…
Helen couldn’t help but scoff, “Don’t be absurd! That’s impossible. You haven’t been in the capital for long, and have only met him a few times. How could you be the one he loves?”
Sophie knew full well that she wasn’t his true love. She used this statement to lead into her second point, encouraging Helen to think deeper.
‘The second reason is that he believes I am a suitable choice as the Hell Monarch’s consort, and also a very…safe choice.”
Sophie emphasized the word “safe,” dragging it out deliberately.
For Helen, the concept was baffling.
Safety?
Helen frowned. What did that even mean? If she didn’t understand it, it must involve something from the previous era or power struggles-areas outside her expertise.