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.

him alive–standing tall in black brocade, his commanding presence a blend of elegance and authority–she was overcome

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she heard those familiar footsteps, she’d let her guard down on purpose, allowing Milton to strike.

loud and desperate. “My Lord, save me! Isolde has

he sheathed his

the guards struggling to rise, then

His expression was unreadable. “You killed her?”

hair and pale face lending her an

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

broke across her pale lips–bitter, mocking, and filled with sorrow. “If you loathe me so much, send me back to Windermount. Why poison my

anguish passed through his eyes, and he stood motionless, as

body went limp as

and the faint scent of agarwood

She fainted.

Milton Blackwell. “Marshal Blackwell, your skill is. legendary, yet you stoop to using it against

this is a family matter, entirely outside the Marsha of Brackenfell’s jurisdiction or

Isolde today for the family’s

eyes didn’t waver from Isolde’s pale face.

indignation plain. “Uncle Isolde has killed someone–she even tried to murder Aunt! Father only acted to save her. If you doubt it,

I appreciate your concern, but matters within the Duke’s household are mine to resolve. I must insist you leave.”

courted his favor, no matter how outrageous his demands. To be

well,” he said, his voice tight with fury. “But remember

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our family ties, I advise you to deliver her to the High Court

out, his cloak swirling behind him. Eleanor hurried after him, her face a mix

and addressed Geoffrey carefully. “My lord, my brother and niece only came to visit me. They simply-”

body. Geoffrey interrupted, his voice cold and clipped.

Matilda curtsied.

her fevered dreams, the horrors of her past life returned. She relived her death at William’s

and agonizing, echoing

broke through the suffocating darkness, clear and