The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 9 Borrowing Strength

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When Geoffrey arrived at the High Court of Parliament that morning, he found Oliver Valois, the deputy commander of the Southern Watch, waiting for him.

However, Geoffrey had left the document at his estate. le had taken it home the previous evening to review for any oversights but had forgotten to bring it with him to the office.

Pressed for time, Oliver accompanied Geoffrey back to the manor to retrieve it.

As they stepped through the gates, the sound of a skirmish echoed from the rear courtyard. The grand hall, however, was eerily empty.

Geoffrey’s expression darkened. He exchanged a sharp look with Oliver, and together they hurried toward the commotion.

In the Pearl Tower, they arrived just in time to see Milten deliver a vicious blow to Isolde. Her body flew through the air and landed hard, crumpled like a discarded rag.

Without a second thought, Oliver sprang forward, catching her just before she hit the ground.

Isolde spar blood but steadied herself, locking eyes with him.

Before her time travel, there had been only one person she could never best–Oliver, the Marshal of Brackenfell.

Oliver was the adopted son of the Marquis of Eldermere and the elder brother of William. His father by blood, Douglas Valois, the famed Marshal, had fallen in battle. Afterward, the Marquis of Eldermere took Oliver in but let him retain his family name.

At thirteen, Oliver went to war alongside his adoptive father. Even then, he showed no fear, cutting down over thirty enemies in his first campaign. The Regent himself had praised him as a worthy heir to his father’s legacy. By sixteen, Oliver had earned the title of Marshal of Brackenfell.

The Royal Court, always keen to honor its war heroes; saw Oliver’s promise. The Marquis of Eldermere ensured his talents were nurtured, and by twenty–one. Oliver had been named Grand Marshal. Leading the imperial forces against the Thalvinar, he returned victorious, earning the title of Marquis of Brackenfell.

But the glory was fleeting.

In the second year of his marquisate, Oliver fell in the Battle of Ashenford. He was struck down while saving Isolde. The cruelest irony was that she had put herself in danger to save William.

William had never masked his disdain for Oliver. Even years later, when she visited Oliver’s grave to p her respects, William sneered and, with a show of contempt, kicked over the incense burner.

pay

To everyone else, Oliver was a man of unyielding courage, a paragon of strength. Only William refused to

Before her time travel, she had carried the weight of Oliver’s death, the guilt gnawing at her for years.

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truly lost to Milton earlier. When she heard those familiar footsteps, she’d let her

loud and desperate. “My Lord,

expression flickered, and he sheathed his sword, bowing. “Your

complicated air. He helped steady Matilda, glanced at the

his eyes settled on Isolde. His expression

pale face lending her an air of quiet defiance. “Yes,” she said, her voice

Duke. Milton’s earlier strike had ravaged her insides, the pain like a

send me back to Windermount.

froze in shock. A flicker of anguish passed through his eyes, and he

over her, and her body went limp

the faint scent of agarwood reached her. Only Oliver was known

She fainted.

sharp gaze locking on Milton Blackwell. “Marshal Blackwell, your skill is. legendary, yet you stoop to using

done. And let me remind you, this is a family matter, entirely outside the Marsha of Brackenfell’s jurisdiction or the Southern Watch’s”

Geoffrey, Milton’s tone was unapologetically direct. “Your Grace, I disciplined Isolde today for the family’s

eyes didn’t waver from Isolde’s pale

tried to murder Aunt! Father

as steel, flicked to Matilda before he addressed Milton with formal restraint. “Marshal Blackwell, I appreciate your concern, but matters

Geoffrey had courted his favor, no matter how

with fury. “But remember this: your daughter has

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sake of our family ties, I advise you

Eleanor hurried after him, her face a

addressed Geoffrey carefully. “My lord, my brother

and

Matilda curtsied. “Yes,

In her fevered dreams, the horrors of her past life returned. She relived her death at William’s hands, watching helplessly as her child was cast into

agonizing, echoing through

Miss Langley…” A voice broke through the suffocating darkness, clear and