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!”

a faint, indifferent smile. “Let them

moment, anyone who tried to approach Mary found themselves

completely did Isolde rise from

away.

truth well: to show mercy to your enemies is to be cruel

own scheme, and precisely because it was her

one’s mistress–especially with Painroot Extract was a grave offense. The pain alone could drive someone to bite their tongue

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

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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

She clenched her teeth and shouted, “Guards! Seize the

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

on you. Now’s the time to act. Duke

her brother into the estate’s private affairs would raise eyebrows and hurt

happened upon the scene. They stopped Miss Langley from committing

Bring Marshal Blackwell and Eleanor here

off, and Isolde allowed herself a small smile. Her plan was unfolding exactly as

streets away. Milton and his

had risen through the ranks on the strength

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

figure in his green brocade robe, a sword

but those who knew him understood he was a cunning and

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

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