The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 16 Hiding

Oliver barked sharply. “Go, now! I’ll hold them off!”

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Isolde, knowing he could fend for himself, quickly replied, “I’ll leave a trail for you. There’s a place you can hide for now. Once you get free, head right. Near a large boulder covered in vines, you’ll find the entrance

to a cave”

Without waiting for a response, she scooped up Theone and ran forward with all her might. But the mountain bandits closed in, blocking her escape from three sides.

She swiftly unfastened her belt, secured Theodric to her back, and, with her Flowing Cloud Whip in hand. dove into the fray alongside Leonis.

Leonis fought ferociously, lunging and tearing at the attackers, saving Isolde from several close calls. But with Theodrien on her back, she was at a disadvantage

She couldn’t launch an offensive and was forced to defend, step by step. After over a hundred exchanges. her arms were slashed, and a cut on her calf slowed her down. Theodric clung to her, sobbing in fright

Suddenly. Oliver broke free from the enemy’s encirclement, leaping through the air like a hawk. He landed with precision, knocking several bandits aside with swift kicks before turning to her. “Are you hurt?” he demanded.

“Just scratches! Isolde shouted back, breathless.

“Go. now!” Oliver commanded, slashing his way toward her, his blade cutting down those who dared. approach.

Without hesitation, Isolde turned and fled. The night was pitch black, and she couldn’t see the path ahead. She relied entirely on memory to guide her.

Her exceptional memory, honed through her past battlefield experience, didn’t fail her. She reached the hidden cave she’d stumbled upon in a previous life.

Tossing down her handkerchief as a marker, she slipped inside and quickly untied Theodric. At last, she allowed herself a moment to catch her breath.

“We’re safe now,” she whispered, holding Theodric close her voice soft but steady.

The boy lay limply against her, his sobbing subsided, though he remained silent. Isolde noticed his burning forehead–his fever was worse. He needed a healer, and fast.

Clutching Theodric, she waited anxiously for what felt like hours. At last, she heard faint movement outside. Her heart leapt Is it the bandits or Oliver

Relief washed over her as Leonis bounded into the cave She hugged the wolf tightly before looking up to see Oliver slip inside behind him

The sharp scent of blood hit her nose. She noticed his labored breathing

“You’re hurt?” she asked, alarmned

Just a scratch, Oliver replied gruilly, dismissing her concern. He sank to the ground beside her, his

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by chance long ago. The vines outside hide the entrance-it just looks like part

faint light of stars and moon unable to pierce the cave. Only their ragged breathing broke the

cry.” Isolde whispered, stroking his back gently. If you cry, the bad men will hear us

body trembling as he buried his face

do you know Wolf Mountain

hissed, motioning for him to stay

Search every inch of

tightly. She held him

enough for two, forcing Isolde and Oliver to sit shoulder to shoulder. Their heartbeats thundered in the oppressive silence, each pulse magnified by the confined space. Torchlight flickered outside, briefly illuminating their tense faces.

went to his sword, his body coiled like a predator ready to spring. If the enemy drew close,

worth. The light and voices faded as the bandits moved on. Isolde exhaled, her shoulders

his fingers came away sticky and wet. He brought them to his nose and

her. “You’re injured? Why didn’t you say

nothing.” Isolde replied, her voice calm but

immediately. “What’s wrong?”

Isolde said, “Five inches from my right

five inches from her right hand. The sharp scent of blood filled the air.

felt a cold, slippery surface. It was a snake.

it bite?” he asked

replied

curled into himself, trembling as he asked, “What…

smile. “Don’t be afraid. At bites

hand. feeling around the wound.

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venomous. Hold still,”

you. Isolde muttered, her voice

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of his sword carefully reopened her wound. Oliver pressed his palm, infused with warm energy, against her shoulder, guiding it downward.

was faint, almost a whisper. It

venomous snake.

light, Oliver’s

its properties to counteract poison and swelling, was