The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17 Going Down the Mountain

Oliver suddenly asked, “Do you know why the bandits took you?”

Isolde replied. “I don’t know. Perhaps it’s for the same reason they captured the prince.”

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Revealing Milton and Lord Harmon of the High Magistracy would be pointless. Without evidence, it would only tip off the enemy.

Milton was a formidable opponent, and Oliver still didn’t fully trust her. It was better to steer him toward her ow suspicions.

Oliver seemed to accept the explanation. He had already suspected that the prince’s abduction was tied to the case involving corrupt officials in Shadowmere and Argentum. Lord Garraway, head of the High Court, and Duke Blackmoor, the Roya Inspector, might have been targeted through their children as leverage.

If this theory was correct, it meant someone was colluding with the bandits.

“Who knew you were going out with the maid?” Oliver asked.

Isolde, knowing his sharp intellect, had assumed he would set this issue aside and reflect on it once home. But his mind was already racing ahead.

She sighed softly. This man is frighteningly clever.

“Someone from my household,” she answered after a pause.

“Anyone else besides them?” Oliver pressed.

Isolde thought carefully. “No one else.”

She realized he was beginning to suspect someone in the Duke’s estate.

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“I saw you sparring with Marshal Blackwell the other day. Is there any personal grudge between you?” Oliver asked again.

In the pitch–black darkness, Isolde’s voice carried an icy undertone. “Not exactly a personal grudge. But you probably know about Eleanor Blackwell and William Valen.”

Oliver’s tone was indifferent. “I’ve heard little about it.”

“Eleanor Blackwell is carrying my fiancé’s child. She hopes to marry into Marquis Eldermere’s estate, that’s all, Isolde said, her voice calm and steady.

Silence crept in, filling the void. After a long pause, Oliver finally spoke. “My father once said that the future lady of Marquis’s estate can only be you.”

His words seemed to offer comfort, but his voice carried no warmth.

Isolde neither confirmed nor denied, but she replied politely, “Thank you.”

The conversation ended. Theodric had fallen asleep but kept clutching Isolde’s sleeve.

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“We must leave immediately,” Isolde said, standing and stretching her stiff, curled–up limbs. “The enemy has been alerted. The bandits will likely move tonight. Marshal, you must return at once and bring reinforcements to root them out.”

Oliver’s handsome face darkened with resolve. “Let’s

He lifted Theodric in his arms, and the three of them, accompanied by a wolf, began their descent.

Isoldes injuries were not serious, but it was still relatively difficult to walk on the mountain path. His wounds were painful and bleeding. He had only walked for a mile, but his arms and calves were already dripping with blood.

“I’ll carry you, Oliver said calmly as he held her hand.

Isolde shook his head. “It’s just a small injury.”

Oliver pur Theodric down and pulled her to sit down.ll help you bandage your wound again. It’ll be easier to walk this way.”

The most serious injury was the sword wound on his calf.

down, lifted the hem of her skirt, and pulled up her pants. Her left calf was completely swollen. The wound was very deep, about the length of a finger. The skin was turned outwards, and blood was seeping out.

are so serious? Oliver’s

the big deal about this

had for pain. He had seen a young lady who screamed as

so badly injured that she did not even make a sound.

her pale calf were faint scratches from the sword’s edge–mere grazes,

against the tree, watching him intently as he carefully tended to her. Her heart

they were but two wandering souls adrift in a world that neither truly

ended, only to be inexplicably pulled back into existence by some unseen force.

defied all reason.

to her past life. Worry shadowed her heart. In that life, Oliver Valois had fallen on the battlefield. Would history repeat

would not march to war alongside William. And without her presence, Oliver would not meet his end

foreboding lingered. Memories of Oliver’s final

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bodies. Amid the chaos, there had been no retreat, no respite. Survival hinged solely on fighting their

escape impossible. She had leapt from her horse, hoisted him onto the saddle, and urged the beast to flee. But the horse, startled and wild, bolted. Välen,

her, until a great blade intercepted the enemy’s spear, and a strong hand seized her arm, hurling her to safety. She turned in time to see a man’s chest impaled by a

she had brushed aside in

had not been an accident. It was deliberate. He had sacrificed

a sharp breath, fury igniting

she had foolishly loved a man so cowardly, so selfish and vile. She had even been willing to

his gaze lifting

masked her emotions. “No,” she said, shaking her head.

his sharp eyes betrayed a glimmer of thoughtfulness.

noticing the dark stain of

rising to his feet. He glanced at the crimson seeping through his tunic.

She had seen him

had pierced through his abdomen. With painkillers scarce and the battle raging, the military doctor had

Lord

the edge of the woods. “Take my horse,” he said to Isolde. “Ride back with

the main road would be bustling with travelers. He would not risk tarnishing Isolde’s reputation by letting prying eyes spread

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asked, “Do you know why the bandits took you?”

it’s for the same reason they

Finished

Magistracy would be pointless. Without evidence, it would only tip off the

and Oliver still didn’t fully trust her. It was better to steer him toward

was tied to the case involving corrupt officials in Shadowmere and Argentum. Lord Garraway, head of the High Court, and Duke Blackmoor, the Roya Inspector, might have been targeted

theory was correct, it meant

knew you were going out with

aside and reflect on

sighed softly. This man is frighteningly clever.

my household,” she

them?” Oliver pressed.

“No

was beginning to suspect

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other day. Is there any personal grudge between you?” Oliver

the pitch–black darkness, Isolde’s voice carried an icy undertone. “Not exactly a personal grudge. But you probably know about Eleanor Blackwell and

indifferent. “I’ve heard little

Marquis Eldermere’s estate, that’s all, Isolde said, her voice

finally spoke. “My father once

but his voice

confirmed nor denied, but

Theodric had fallen asleep but kept clutching Isolde’s

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alerted. The

darkened

arms, and the three of them, accompanied by a wolf,

still relatively difficult to walk on the mountain path. His wounds were painful and bleeding. He had only walked for a mile, but his

Oliver said calmly as he held her

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