The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 14 Not in This Life

In Argentum, an hour later, Harlan brought in the soldier.

“Your Grace, Duke of Blackmoor! The soldier bowed deeply, his nervousness plain.

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Geoffrey regarded him with a steady, measured gaze. No need for alarm,” he said, his tone calm. “I have a few questions. What is your name?”

“Hannibal, Your Grace, the soldier replied, standing rigely

Geoffrey inclined his head slightly, his expression kind though his eyes sharpened. “You were at the city gate today. Tell me–what did you see?”

Hannibal hesitated, his unease growing. “Your Grace… I didn’t see anything unusual.”

“Speak freely.” Geoffrey said, motioning to a chair. He poured a goblet of wine and placed it before him. “I assure you, no harm will come of it.”

Hannibal remained standing, his hands trembling. After a moment, he stammered, “Forgive me, Your Grace. I saw… the Lady Blackmoor leaving the tity. She was with a man, leaning on his arm.”

Geoffrey’s expression darkened, though his voice stayed measured. “And how can you be certain it was my daughter?”

Your Grace. I accompanied Marshal Blackwell to your manor once, Hannibal answered quickly. “I saw the Third Lady then and recognized her.”

Geoffrey let out a quiet hum, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Ah, so you’ve seen her before. Then you must have been mistaken, for my daughter remains in the manor and has not left.”

Hannibal froze, realization dawning. He dropped into a deep bow. “Yes, of course! It must have been my mistake. Please forgive me, Your Grace,”

Geoffrey’s smile held. “Ignorance is no crime.” With a wave of his hand, Harlan stepped forward and pressed a folded note into the soldier’s hand.

Hannibal’s eyes widened as he unfolded the note–1,000 thalers

“Take it,” Geoffrey said with easy warmth. “A gift for you and your comrades–have a drink on me. But remember: after drinking, keep your tongue in check. Some things must remain beyond question.”

clutched the note tightly, bowing again. “Yes, Your

with a nod. “You may go.”

soldier bowed deeply before

Harlan turned to find Geoffrey’s expression transformed, his calm façade cracking to

began hesitantly, “the rumors have already spread.

saw and heard”

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must go–bring that ungrateful girl back to me.”

once, Your Gracel” Harlan bowed and left

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eyes against the anger

that day rang unbidden in his

struck like a blate. There had been no sign. Or

“Your Grace, she wept, “this is my failing as well. I should have seen

turned to her, his voice like ice. “Do you even consider her your daughter? If you’d shown her the slightest care, this disgrace

come to paSA,

“It’s my fault, my lord. All my fault!” Her voice trembled as she spoke.

nothing? I thought her quiet

words only fanning the flames of his anger. With a loud crack, he

dabbed at her tears with trembling fingers. “At first, the wretched girl wouldn’t speak a word. But under questioning… she confessed.” Matilda’s voice faltered as shame crept into her tone. “She said Isolde met the scholar late last year. They tell in love at first

family?

maid here!” he barked, his fury spilling

Anne, and before long. Helein was dragged into the room. She

voice sharp. “Duke

her matted hair falling over her tear–streaked face. Her swollen

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yanked Helena’s hair. “Did you forget my warning? Speak truthfully to the Duke–no lies, no shielding Miss Langley!”

broke into sobs, unable to contain herself. “It was my fault… I pushed her to leave with the scholar. She

cruelty flashed in Anne’s eyes, but Matilda gestured subtly for

He kicked Helena hard in the stomach, sending her sprawling on the floor, gasping for air. Finally, she whispered, trembling, Kill me, my lord… just kill