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.

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

ran to Geoffrey, her sobs loud and desperate. “My Lord, save

flickered, and he sheathed his sword, bowing. “Your Grace?

He helped steady Matilda, glanced at the guards struggling to rise, then shifted his gaze to the

His expression was

pale face lending her an air

dirt, she approached the Duke. Milton’s earlier strike had ravaged her insides,

her pale lips–bitter, mocking, and filled with sorrow. “If you loathe me so much, send me back to Windermount. Why poison my food? My mother gave her life to bring me

his eyes, and he stood motionless,

vision darkened, dizziness swept over her, and her body went

her waist, and the faint scent of agarwood reached her.

She fainted.

skill is. legendary, yet you stoop to using it

she’s done. And let me remind you, this is a family matter, entirely outside the

was unapologetically direct. “Your Grace, I disciplined Isolde today

waver from

her indignation plain. “Uncle Isolde has killed someone–she even tried to murder Aunt! Father only acted

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

how outrageous his demands. To be dismissed so bluntly was an affront.

his voice tight with fury. “But remember this:

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in ruins. For the sake of our family ties, I advise you to deliver her to the High Court

behind him. Eleanor hurried after him, her face

then gathered herself and addressed Geoffrey carefully. “My lord, my brother and

Geoffrey interrupted, his voice cold and clipped. “Then you may report what

her protests, Matilda curtsied. “Yes, my

She relived her death at William’s hands, watching helplessly as

raw and agonizing, echoing through the chamber.

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