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.”

neck. His body Shook with suppressed sobs, and silent tears soaked her tunic. Such courage from a child

overwhelmed her. How could I haven considered abandoning him?

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men come, pretend to be asleep. Don’t

small and shaky. T… I got it.”

She thought of Princess Aveline and Lord Garraway, imagining the torment of parents who didn’t know if

alone would be hard enough. Taking

past life faded into insignificance. Right now, all that mattered

memory was right, Theodric’s death came on the seventh night of the

have. She needed

The whip

the worst of their kind. If they were truly working with

yet? If Blackwell wants me dead, why waste

answer hit her: leverage. She was worth more alive The bandits could

ransom or favors.

slim chance, but

eyes shifted to the flickering oil lamp. Then to the dry straw scattered

plan began to form.

killed her and Lord Theodric, it meant they hadn’t ironed out their deal with whoever had hired them. Until they struck a bargain,

sat in silence, biding her time. Are there guards outside? If not, any

dragged until, after what felt like hours, Lod Theodric

a flicker of movement–small and swift. Her heart leapt. Leonis.

resolving into a familiar figure. Her pulse quickened. In every life she’d lived, this man

intense. “Keep quiet,” he whispered. “I’ll find

replied, her voice barely audible. She nodded toward the oil

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face gave nothing away as melted in the shadows, finding a hidden

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