The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

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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.

in black brocade, his commanding presence a blend of elegance and authority–she

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

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

flickered, and he sheathed

at the guards struggling to rise, then shifted his gaze to the lifeless

His expression was unreadable.

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

the Duke. Milton’s earlier strike had ravaged

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 into

anguish passed through his eyes, and he stood motionless, as if struck by lightning-

swept over her, and her body went

firm arm caught her waist, and the faint scent of agarwood reached her. Only Oliver was known to

She fainted.

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

you, this is a family

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

waver from Isolde’s pale

has killed someone–she even tried to murder Aunt! Father only acted to save her. If you doubt it, ask the

gaze, cold as steel, flicked to Matilda before he addressed Milton with formal restraint. “Marshal Blackwell, I appreciate your concern, but matters within the Duke’s household are mine to resolve.

For years, Geoffrey had courted his favor, no matter how outrageous his

fury. “But remember this: your daughter has committed murder. If

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

turned and swept out, his cloak swirling behind him. Eleanor

“My lord, my brother and niece only came

his voice cold and clipped. “Then

Matilda curtsied.

chambers. 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 a blazing fire. The flames devoured the tiny body

were raw and agonizing, echoing through the

through the suffocating darkness,