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.

found themselves met with

Mary’s labored breathing began to falter completely did Isolde rise from her seat

away.

to show mercy to your

own scheme, and precisely because it was her doing, Isolde had dealt with her so decisively.

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 Helena’s pressure points,

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she looked at Helena’s pale face, Isolde’s mind began to turn. Mary was

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my sile. Mother, you had Mary poison my food in an attempt to kill me. “If this reaches the High Court of Parliament, what will people think?

teeth and shouted, “Guards! Seize the Miss Langley! And throw out all the food in the inner rooms!”

sinking back into her chair. Her cold, disdainful gaze swept over the guards, restless yet hesitant to

you. Now’s the time to act. Duke Langley is at court. He added, “Call for Marshal Blackwell. Let him subdue her, and we can dispose of the food. Frankly, none of our men are

her brother into the estate’s private affairs would raise

pressed on. “Say Marshal Blackwell and Miss Blackwell came to visit and happened upon the scene. They stopped Miss Langley from committing

it. Bring Marshal Blackwell and Eleanor

Isolde allowed herself a small smile. Her plan was unfolding exactly as she’d hoped.

three streets away. Milton and his daughter

once a junior officer at the court, had risen through the ranks on

from a concubine to the estate’s mistress, a rare

broad–shouldered, Milton cut an imposing figure in his green brocade robe,

honest, but those who knew him understood he was

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

letter ruined his reputation, and a single arrow pierced his heart. Isolde