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.

who tried to approach Mary found themselves met

began to falter completely did Isolde rise from her seat

away.

one truth well: to show mercy to your enemies is to

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

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, the girl likely wouldn’t have survived.

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pale face, Isolde’s mind began

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this reaches the High Court of Parliament, what will people think?

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

a match for me?” Isolde smirked, sinking back into

urgent. “Madam, 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

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

and happened upon the scene. They stopped Miss Langley

“Do it. Bring Marshal Blackwell and

a small smile.

three streets away. Milton

the court, had risen through the ranks on

the estate’s mistress, a rare privilege

in his green brocade robe,

him understood he was a cunning and ruthless man, showing no

him on the battlefield. He was reckless, glory–hungry, and ambitious, much like William. But unlike

to Milton’s treachery: a forged letter ruined his reputation, and a single arrow pierced his heart. Isolde had witnessed it all, powerless to act.