The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman'’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

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When they arrived at the villa, Harlan was waiting outside. Seeing Isolde, his eyes filled with anger. “I never

thought you could be so heartless. He's already in such a state, and yet you still want to send him to his death?”

“You know?” Isolde raised her hand, signaling Hattie and Hazel to secure the carriage.

Harlan was furious. “Of course, | know! Your father didn’t hide it from me. You're quite clever, Lady Isolde,

sendingaway while persuading your father to go to his death. Even if you hate him, you could have just

stayed away. Why must it cto this? His body can’t withstand any punishment now-even a single strike could

kill him. How can you be so cruel?”

“He agreed to it,” Isolde replied without explanation, nor did she wish to argue with Harlan. Hattie and Hazel

finished tying the carriage and approached, and the three of them entered the villa.

Harlan wanted to continue persuading her, but Hattie held his hand. “Hey, Harlan, if Lady Isolde truly wanted to

harm him, why would she bother with all this?

“Sending him to the palace is sending him to his death! In such cold weather, with his body so weak!” Harlan’s

eyes reddened. Deep down, he didn’t believe Isolde could be so cruel. He knew this might be a necessary

measure, but how could Geoffrey's frail body endure such an ordeal?

Inside, Geoffrey had already risen, and several thorny branches lay beside him.

He was bare-chested, his emaciated body exposed. The cold weather had turned his lips purple.

When he saw Isolde enter, he straightened his neck, trying to appear more dignified, and forced a smile. “I'm

ready. Just need to carry the thorns, and we can set off.”

Isolde looked at his pale face and purple lips. “Wait. Put on sclothes first,” she said, then turned and walked

out,

“Lady Isolde, what are you doing?” Hazel followed her out.

“I'll make sginger soup.

“Letdo it. You should talk to Geoffrey,” Hazel offered.

Isolde shook her head. “No, Ill do it.”

She had nothing to say to him, nor did she want to see him in such a pitiful state.

Drinking ginger soup could make one’s body heat up and drive away the cold.

Ginger soup could warm the body and drive away the cold. Alcohol could too, but since they were he to the

palace, drinking was out of the question.

Isolde couldn't suppress the ache in her heart. When life and death were at stake, all past grievances could be

set aside.

She was still resentful, but now that resentment was buried beneath the weight of survival. Perhaps if he lived,

her anger would remain.

But if he were to die from this punishment....

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She couldn't bear to think about it.

In both her past and present life, she had never experienced such a profound connection to family. She couldn't

make sense of the emotions surging within her now.

In the kitchen, there was leftover bread from breakfast and a pot of soup, mostly water.

Harlan had said Geoffrey today.

uldn’t keep anything down, vomiting frequently, so he likely hadn't eaten much

Isolde added spepper to warm his stomach. The ginger and pepper soup filled a large bowl, its steam

making her eyes water.

Hazel watched her and said softly, “Stay positive. It'll be alright.”

Isolde didn’t respond, simply sitting by the stove and rubbing her face with her hands.

Hazel, who had never seen her like this, grew concerned. “Are you okay?”

Isolde shook her head, pulling the firewood from the stove and extinguishing it. Black smoke rose, reddening her

eyes.

Suddenly, she grabbed a smoking piece of wood and threw it to the ground, her voice sharp with frustration. “It

shouldn't be like this. At least not this way. If he dies on the way or is punished by the King. I'll be to blame. He'd

be dying for me, and I hate that.”

If that happened, she wouldn't even be able to hate him properly.

After speaking, she wiped her face roughly, picked up the soup, and walked out.

Hazel hurried after her, catching up quickly. “Whether it’s hate, resentment, or unwillingness, he’s still the

closest family you have in this world. The most important thing is that he’s still alive now.”

Those words struck a chord in Isolde’s heart.

She was unwilling and resentful. She could have hated him for the rest of her life, but after the events in

Zloimond, all the revenge she had imagined was no longer possible.

But weren't those cold, vengeful thoughts born out of care? If she didn’t care, she wouldn't have bothered at all.

She took a deep breath. As she had thought earlier that morning, when life and death were at stake, all else

could be set aside.

I'm fine. Don’t worry,” Isolde said, turning to Hazel with a faint smile before striding away.

When she returned to the room, Geoffrey had already tied the thorny branches to his back. The thorns dug into

his flesh, and blood was already seeping out.

The bright red blood was painfully vivid, stinging the eyes and bringing tears.

Harlan had calmed down somewhat, likely after Hattie’s reasoning.

“Ginger and pepper soup. Drink it before we go,” Isolde said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Geoffrey was a little flattered.

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He reached out to take the bowl, his hands trembling slightly, whether from the cold or emotion.

“Drink it while it's warm,” Harlan said, giving Isolde a complicated look before turning to Geoffrey.

Geoffrey nodded heavily and began to drink.

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The ginger was strong, as was the pepper, meant to drive away the cold and warm the stomach. After finishing

the bowl in one go, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“Delicious, delicious!” Geoffrey even ate the ginger pieces, his eyes glistening with what seemed like tears.

Isolde smiled. “Get ready. Let's go.”

The wind outside was strong, so it was best to set off while the warmth from the soup lasted.

Harlan turned away, wiping his eyes. “Tll prepare the carriage.”

Bearing thorns to seek forgiveness meant he couldn't ride in a carriage. He would have to walk barefoot and

bare-chested, carrying the thorns, all the way to the palace.

Since they were at a villa outside the city, the carriage would take them to the city gates, after which they would

continue on foot.

Imperial Palace.

Layla’s Palace.

Early that morning, Margaret had brought Agnes to the palace to visit Layla.

“You always bring so many things. Are you here to relieve the poor? You mustn't do this anymore. | don’t have

much to offer in return, Layla said, sitting in her chair.

She wore a light green satin dress embroidered with flowers, an outfit Margaret noticed she had worn the

previous year.

Her hair ornaments, though valuable, were not particularly fashionable.

Her demeanor remained proud, her well-maintained face smooth and rosy, though fine lines were visible at the

corners of her eyes, and there was a hint of weariness in her gaze.

The Hanson family had not been doing well in recent years. Though they still held high positions and generous

stipends, the King’s strict surveillance meant that communication between the palace and the outside world was

limited. The Hanson family dared not send too many gifts to the palace, fearing it would attract gossip.

The higher one climbed, the more one feared gossip.

The Queen Sophia, known for her frugality, had reduced the monthly allowances of the palace consorts by a third

compared to when Layla first entered the palace. While the consorts never lacked food or drink. luxurious items

couldn't be obtained solely through royal gifts. With the need to maintain connections and distribute favors,

Layla found herself somewhat strapped for resources.

Margaret had occasionally sent gifts to the palace in the past, but without receiving anything in return from

Layla, she had gradually stopped.

Thus, Layla’s words were a subtle reminder that Margaret had stopped visiting her sister once there was no

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