The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Fire

Isolde was dragged into the bandits stronghold on Wolf Mountain.

In another life, she’d been here before–bin only after the bandits were long gone.

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The structures, built entirely of wood, weren’t much to look at, but they were solid. Back then, she’d seen the right wing scorched by fire, yet the rest stood firm

This place wasn’t just a hideout–it held a dungeon.

The dungeon, once a natural cave, had been reinforced by the bandits with iron bars and gates. Now, it served as her prison.

She lay still on the cold stone floor, listening as the heavy footsteps of the bandits faded into the distance. When all fell silent, she finally opened her eyes.

The only light came from a flickering oil lamp, its glow faint and uneven, barely illuminating a few paces around her.

Her hands were free, and the gag had been removed. The bandits must’ve decided she was no threat.

Up here on Wolf Mountain, after all, what could one woman do? Even a hundred soldiers wouldn’t stand much of a chance against these brutes.

The quiet was broken by the faint sound of breathing–hot hers. She strained her ears, but no other noises reached her.

Carefully, she pressed herself to the ground and peered into the dark. When she was sure no one else was near, she crawled toward the sound.

What she found made her heart lurch: a small figure. Achild. The boy was alive.

Even in the dim light, she recognized him. Lord Theodic. Relief coursed through her

But his face was filthy and swollen, his skin flushed red with fever. His breathing was shallow, and she couldn’t tell if he was asleep or unconscious.

She reached out, her hand trembling, and touched his forehead. It was scalding hot. Fear clenched in her chest–he was burning up.

The light touch woke him. His eyes fluttered open, wide and panicked. Before he could cry out, she clapped a hand over his mouth, her voice urgent but gentle. “Shh! It’s alright, my lord. Your mother sent me to get you out of here. Don’t be scared, and stay quiet. Understand?”

The boy froze, staring at her with wide, tear–filled eyes Slowly, his fear ebbed, replaced by silent sobs.

Isolde lowered her hand and pulled him close. “Hush now,” she murmured, stroking his back. “You’re safe. I’ll take you home. I swear it.”

His body Shook with suppressed sobs, and silent

moment, guilt overwhelmed her. How could I haven considered

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the bad men come, pretend to be asleep. Don’t make a

came small and shaky. T… I got

Princess Aveline and Lord Garraway, imagining the torment of parents who didn’t know if their child was

enough. Taking Theodric with her? Almost impossible She might

of that mattered. The hatred she carried from her past life faded

mind raced. If her memory was right, Theodric’s death came on the seventh night of the New Year. That gave her two, maybe three days

waiting was a luxury she didn’t have. She needed

brushed her belt. The whip was still there- sliver

kind. If they were truly working with Milton Blackwell, then

yet? If Blackwell wants me dead, why

worth more alive The

ransom or

chance,

the flickering oil lamp. Then to the dry

plan began to

Risky? Sure. But if the bandits hadn’t already killed her and Lord Theodric, it meant they hadn’t ironed

guards outside?

waited. Time dragged until, after what felt like hours, Lod Theodric finally drifted into

movement–small and swift. Her heart leapt. Leonis.

wasn’t just him. A taller shadow followed close behind, resolving into a familiar figure. Her pulse quickened. In every

quiet,” he whispered. “I’ll find somewhere to lay low. This isn’t the time

barely audible. She nodded toward the

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melted in the shadows, finding a hidden corner where he

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