The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

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The Swardswomans Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 8 The Marshal

Matilda’s furry flared as she shot a sharp glare at Anne. Why are you still standing there? Fetch the doctor! Or are you planning to let Mary bleed to death?”

As if on cue, the doctor arrived.

Imogen led a thin, middle–aged man into the courtyard. He was dressed in a plain gray coat, a leather medical kit slung over his shoulder, and sweat beading on his brow.

At the sight of Mary, he gasped. “These injuries… they’re severe!”

“She’s not your patient. Isolde said coldly. “You’re here to treat the girl inside.”

The doctor hesitated, finally noticing the strange tension in the courtyard. But experience had taught him to keep silent–houses like this always hid unsettling secrets.

Under Isolde’s watchful eye, Imogen led the doctor inside to tend to Helena.

The poison. Painroot Extract, was not difficult to neutralize. A few needles to stimulate key pressure points and two doses of pills were enough to cure it.

When the doctor emerged, Isolde took a pouch from her sleeve and tossed it to him. “You’re done. You may leave.”

He caught the payment and turned to go, but Matilda stepped forward, blocking his path. “Wait! Treat her wounds before you leave.

The doctor glanced nervously at Mary, but before he could move, a whip cracked through the air, its sharp snap stopping him in his tracks. “No one touches her, Bolde declared, her voice icy and firm.

The doctor froze, his gaze flickering to Isolde’s cold, unyielding expression. Trembling, he waved his hands as if to excuse himself and quickly left.

“You’re out of your mind!” Matilda burst out. “You had the doctor here and refused his help? Do you really mean to let her die? If she dies, you’ll be charged with murder. You won’t escape the consequences!”

faint, indifferent smile. “Let them come.”

that moment, anyone who tried to approach Mary found themselves

labored breathing began to falter completely did Isolde rise from her

away.

well: to show mercy to your enemies

scheme, and precisely because it was her doing,

actions, but deliberately poisoning one’s mistress–especially with Painroot Extract was a grave offense. The pain alone could drive someone to bite their tongue or dash their head against the wall. Were it not for Isolde sealing

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at Helena’s pale face, Isolde’s mind began to turn. Mary was dead–why

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in an attempt to kill me. “If this reaches the High Court of Parliament, what will people think? That you tried to eliminate me for the sake of Eleanor? Even William wouldn’t dare marry her after such a scandal. So, I must thank you, Mother, for doing me such

of malice lit her eyes. She clenched her teeth and shouted, “Guards! Seize the Miss

are a match for me?” Isolde smirked, sinking back into her chair. Her

is dead–she was your agent. Even if you didn’t oftler the poisoning, the blame will still fall on you. Now’s the time to act. Duke Langley is at court. He added, “Call for Marshal Blackwell. Let him subdue her,

torn. Bringing her brother into the estate’s private affairs would raise eyebrows and hurt her

to visit and happened upon the scene. They stopped Miss Langley

Marshal Blackwell and Eleanor

herself a small smile.

was only three streets away.

court, had risen through the

Matilda from a concubine to the estate’s mistress, a rare privilege granted only to families who had rendered significant service

figure in his green brocade robe, a sword

who knew him understood he was a cunning and ruthless man,

on the battlefield. He was reckless, glory–hungry, and ambitious, much like William. But unlike William’s hollow bravado, Milton had the skill to back

letter ruined his reputation, and a single arrow pierced his