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!”

indifferent smile. “Let them

anyone who tried to approach Mary found themselves met

when Mary’s labored breathing began to falter completely did Isolde

away.

to show mercy to

Mary’s own scheme, and

certain 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

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her gaze locking onto Matilda’s with icy determination. A cruel smile played on her lips. “How fortunate for me–truly, the heavens are on 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? That you tried to eliminate me for the sake of Eleanor? Even William wouldn’t dare marry her after such a scandal.

paled, but a flash of malice lit her eyes. She clenched her teeth and shouted, “Guards! Seize the Miss Langley! And throw out all

match for me?” Isolde smirked, sinking back

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.

the estate’s private affairs would raise eyebrows and hurt her reputation.

read her hesitation and pressed on. “Say Marshal Blackwell and Miss Blackwell came to visit and happened upon the scene. They stopped Miss Langley from committing murder. As for the poisoning, she has no proof.

it. Bring Marshal Blackwell and Eleanor here at once.”

small smile. Her plan was unfolding exactly as she’d

streets away. Milton and his daughter Eleanor arrived

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

the estate’s mistress, a rare privilege granted only to families who had rendered

Milton cut an imposing figure in his green brocade robe, a sword at

he was a cunning

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 his ambition.

ruined his reputation, and a single arrow pierced his heart. Isolde had witnessed it all,