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!”

responded with a faint, indifferent

Mary found themselves met with the crack of

began to falter completely did Isolde rise from her seat

away.

to your enemies is

had been Mary’s own scheme, and precisely because it

drive someone to bite their tongue or dash

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Isolde’s mind began to turn. Mary was dead–why not seize

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poison my food 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

eyes. She clenched her teeth and shouted, “Guards! Seize the Miss Langley! And throw

energy. Do you really think these men are a match for me?” Isolde smirked, sinking back into her chair. Her cold, disdainful gaze swept over the guards, restless yet hesitant

we can’t leave the food untouched. Mary 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,

frowned, torn. Bringing her brother into the estate’s private affairs would raise eyebrows

Blackwell came to visit and happened upon the scene. They stopped Miss Langley from committing murder.

it. Bring Marshal Blackwell and

Isolde allowed herself a small smile. Her plan was unfolding

was only three streets away. Milton and his daughter

court, had risen through the ranks on

concubine to the estate’s mistress, a rare privilege granted

cut an imposing figure in his green

knew him understood he was a cunning and ruthless man, showing no mercy–even to those

the past, she had faced him on the battlefield. He was reckless, glory–hungry, and ambitious, much like William. But unlike William’s hollow bravado, Milton had the

letter ruined his reputation, and a single arrow pierced his