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 smile. “Let them

who tried to approach Mary found

completely did Isolde rise

away.

truth well: to show mercy to

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

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

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face, Isolde’s mind began to turn. Mary was dead–why not seize the opportunity?

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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,

lit her eyes. She clenched her teeth and shouted, “Guards! Seize the Miss Langley! And throw out all the food in

me?” Isolde smirked, sinking back into her chair. Her cold, disdainful gaze swept

leaned closer to Matilda, his voice low and 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 her, and we can dispose of the food.

brother into the estate’s private affairs

upon the scene. They stopped Miss Langley from committing murder. As for the poisoning, she has no proof. When Duke Langley returns, do you think he’ll believe her over Marshal Blackwell?”

it. Bring Marshal Blackwell and Eleanor

allowed herself a small smile. Her plan was

only three streets away. Milton and his daughter Eleanor

the court, had risen through the ranks on the strength

service had elevated Matilda from a concubine to the estate’s mistress, a rare privilege granted

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

seemed open and honest, but those who knew him understood he was a cunning and ruthless man,

faced him on the battlefield. He was reckless, glory–hungry, and ambitious,

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