Filed To Story: Queen of the Battlefield Her Return to Glory Novel Online Free
“None of your concern?’ Freya sneered icily. “Yes, you’re about to marry Prince Rafael. Why would you care about Blake? But Sophie, fet me ask you something: would you still love Blake if Prince Rafael wasn’t in the picture?”
Sophie’s eyes grew cold with annoyance. “You came here to ask me this? What answer do you want from me?”
Freya spoke with a harsh, rude urgency, “I want to hear the truth from you. If Prince Rafael wasn’t an option, would you still have feelings for Blake? Even after the divorce, did you still hope he would come back to you? After leaving Valor Estate, have you ever regretted it? Have you ever been jealous of me? Have you ever hated me?”
Sophie remembered what Charlotte had said-that Freya was nearly insane. And seeing it for herself now, Freya indeed seemed to have lost touch with reality.
What was all this about?
It had been so long since the divorce, and Blake was set to marry someone new. Instead of confronting the new bride, Freya had come to question Sophie-someone who was no longer connected to Blake in any way.
What was the point of this?
“First, when Blake returned to tell me he was going to marry you, I had no lingering feelings for him. I would have left the Jaffe family immediately if I could,” Sophie responded plainly
After Sophie finished speaking, Freya burst into wild laughter.
“You can’t even speak the truth, Garissa. Where is your so-called bravery? It’s nothing but hypocrisy!” Sophie ignored her and continued, “I remember the arrogant way you spoke when you came to see me. You demeaned women and reduced them to dust. I don’t envy you, I only despise you. As a woman yourself, you have no pity for your own kind, and your character is questionable.”
Freya snorted coldly. “Is that so? But even then, you had impressive martial arts skills. Since you found me displeasing, why didn’t you take the chance to fight me?”
“Because it was beneath me!” Sophie’s eyes darkened. “To me, you were nothing more than a buffoon. I had no interest in engaging with you. Besides, your offenses against me were only verbal, so I retaliated with words. The one who betrayed his promise was Blake, so my ire was directed solely at him.”
“Beneath you, huh? I don’t believe you didn’t want to kill me back then.” Freya snorted again. “I know your noble ladies are hypocritical and pretentious, but your minds are as narrow as a needle’s eye. “You didn’t make a fuss with me to preserve your virtuous reputation, thinking the Jaffe family would support you. Who would have thought they were planning to have Blake divorce you instead?” Freya lifted her chin, the black veil over her face swaying with the motion. “At that moment, you must have felt utterly hopeless, right? And enraged?”
Sophie laughed aloud. “What was there to feel hopeless about? With a family like that, it’s being trapped with them that’s truly despairing.”
“You’re still pretending. You’re really good at it.” Freya swept a vase off the table, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud clatter. “Look into your own heart and ask yourself: Have you never harbored any resentment toward me?”
As the vase shattered on the floor, the orchids inside it scattered everywhere. Their petals spread out, stained pale by the water.
Sophie glanced at the broken vase and calmly said, “Lulu, ask Frederick how much this vase cost. Have the Ernst family reimburse us for it.”
Lulu spoke up loudly, “I know this vase wasn’t very expensive. It cost fifty silver coins. It’s a new design from the shop, and there are only about ten in the entire capital.”
anger.
Freya’s voice rose sharply, laced with would dare ask me for compensation?
“Sophie, it was already exceptionally generous of me to let you take your dowry with you back then. Since you married into the Jaffe family, the dowry belongs to them. What right do you have to take it all away?
Sophie sneered. “How were you a general if you didn’t understand the law? No wonder you were dismissed. I was granted a divorce by the king, so naturally, I was entitled to take my entire dowry. I even have the right to reclaim the portion the Jaffe family spent, but I haven’t pressed them about it. Is that t? Did you come here today hoping I would retrieve that money?
“I could accommodate your request, but isn’t the Jaffe family preparing for another wedding? Would they do the same as they did when Blake wanted to marry you, and ask me for a loan? You asked for so many gifts back then. Now, in order to uphold your virtuous reputation, why don’t you use those gifts to help Blake get a new wife?”
The mention of Blake remarrying, along with being dismissed and stripped of her military rank, was a deep wound for Freya. Sophie’s words were like a direct stab to her heart.
Freya erupted in fury, pointing at Sophie and shouting. “You’re just a discarded woman! What’s there to be so proud of?”
“And you’re just a concubine. What’s there to be so arrogant about?” Sophie replied with calm indifference.
“I am a general’s wife! I married with the full honors of a rightful wife. I will not let go of my position, no matter what!” Freya retorted sharply.
Sophie lifted her head, her eyes icy with a piercing coldness. Then, go tell the Earl of Silverstone’s family about it. Why come here to talk to me? Are you trying to preserve your dignity before me?
“Freya, you say I hate you, and it’s true-I hate you to the core. I’m well aware of what you did at Victory Pass. The destruction of my family is inextricably linked to everything you did there.” Freya froze, clearly shocked by how much Sophie knew.
Sophie stood and walked through the puddle on the floor, each step bringing her closer to Freya.
She bent down and whispered into Freya’s ear, “Has Liam’s revenge not made you see the truth yet? you still think you’re the greatest female general in the world? Freya, you’re nothing. Blake married out of novelty. If he truly loved you, he would have given you the position of a primary wife instead of secondary wife.”
Freya’s face turned pale. “That’s because he still wanted to preserve your dignity. As for me, I don’t c about the title.”
Sophie grabbed the other woman’s colla touch that carried a bone-chilling coldness.
then released it before smoothing out her neckline with a
“Do you think I care about the dignity he preserved for me? And what do you gain from not caring abou titles? You came here today and flaunted your power. Did you think I might be concerned about my reputation and let you make a scene?”
Sophie gripped Freya’s chin, pressing hard enough that her jaw felt like it might crack. The pain made tears well up in Freya’s eyes.
“It would be easy to kill you, but I want you to live well. You look down on women and belittle their struggles in the household, but I’m certain that one day you’ll become just that kind of person.” Freya struggled fiercely. “Let go of me.”
Sophie held firm, forcing Freya to look up at her.
“What makes you think I’m so easy to provoke? Is it because my divorce came quickly, making you think I’m weak and easily bullied? Or do you think that just because I’m a woman, I would be sentimental about Blake? Do you think I must still love him, so you’ve come to humiliate me and vent your anger?
“You dare not confront the woman Blake will remarry, but came to me instead. Did you know that the matriarch and the third daughter of the Earl of Silverstone’s family came here the other day, and even they had to treat me with utmost respect?”
“What…?” Freya murmured in disbelief.
Freya saw the cold, ruthless glint in Sophie’s eyes, Had she misjudged? Had Sophie really not hoped Blake would come back to her after the divorce?
No, Sophie must have been longing for Blake, but had been fortunate enough to meet Rafael, who was willing to marry her..
“The matter at Victory Pass has nothing to do with the destruction of your family,” Freya said defiantly, though her demeanor had weakened slightly.
Her presence as cold and imposing as ever, Sophie released Freya and said, “Whether it is related or not, you know in your heart. Leave the fifty silver coins and get out of here. If you come to trouble me again, I break both your legs.”
Freya’s jaw ached with a pain so severe it felt like it might shatter. Even opening her mouth was difficult. At that moment, Sophie looked genuinely terrifying.
After sitting there for a while, Freya finally asked coldly, “Back at the Southern Frontier, you could have led your troops to rescue me, but you didn’t. You allowed the soldiers to remain at the base of the mountain, leaving me to endure endless humiliation. Sophie, I’ve always believed it was out of hatred for having your husband taken from you.”
Sophie stood tall, the light casting a cold glow on her exquisite, icy face.
She spoke in a tone as frigid as the winter wind, “A man who is heartless and unfaithful-I’ve discarded him like a worn-out shoe. In my eyes, he’s not even worth as much as a dog. Only you still value him.” “It’s impossible… That can’t be! How could you not care about him? After a year of working like a servant in Valor Estate and spending all that money, how could you not love him? I don’t believe it!”
As her attitude shifted, Freya grabbed Sophie’s arm. “You must have once loved him, right? So, I’m sure you can’t bear to see him sell himself for his career and marry a discarded woman! She’s an old woman! If you go to him and tell him not to marry her, he won’t!!
Sophie looked at Freya’s suddenly humble demeanor and sneered. “Freya, look at yourself. You’ve truly become the person you despised the most.”
Freya shook her head, “No… it’s different!”