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

approach Mary found themselves met with the crack of Isolde’s whip.

completely did Isolde

away.

well: to show mercy to your enemies is to

This had been Mary’s own scheme, and precisely because it was her doing, Isolde had dealt with her so

was a grave offense. The pain alone could drive someone to bite their tongue or dash their head against the wall.

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pale face, Isolde’s mind began to turn. Mary

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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?

a flash of malice lit her eyes. She clenched her teeth and shouted, “Guards!

your energy. Do you really think these men are a match for me?” Isolde smirked, sinking back into her chair. Her cold, disdainful gaze

blame will still fall on you. Now’s the

frowned, torn. Bringing her brother into the estate’s private affairs would raise

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

then nodded. “Do it. Bring Marshal

small smile. Her plan was

only three streets away. Milton and his daughter Eleanor arrived

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

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

his green brocade robe,

but those who knew him understood he was a cunning and ruthless man, showing no mercy–even to those who

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

had fallen victim to Milton’s treachery: a forged letter ruined his reputation, and a single arrow pierced his heart.