The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 18 Safe Return

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Isolde replied firmly. “No, Lord Theodric is unwell. Marshal, escort him back to the city first. If I were to take him alone, I couldn’t handle any danger that might arise.”

“Then how will you return?” Oliver asked, his tone tinged with concern.

Isolde smiled faintly. “It’s so close. Even walking. I’ll be back in no time.”

Oliver’s sharp brows furrowed slightly as he shook his head. “No, your foot is injured.”

Theodric clung tightly to Isolde’s sleeve, his fever–flushed face stubborn. “Lady Isolde, I don’t want you to leave,” he said, glancing nervously at Oliver.

Isolde froze, briefly meeting Oliver’s tense and shadowed gaze. His stern expression was enough to make Theodric uneasy.

She knelt slightly to reassure Theodric with a soft smile “Don’t be afraid. The Marshal is a good man. Don’t yo remember? He saved us yesterday.”

But Theodric refused to let go, his little hands gripping her tightly. “Take me back yourself,” he insisted, his tone resolute despite his small stature.

Isolde hesitated, then turned to Oliver with an apologetic look. “Marshal Valois, would you mind if we shared a horse?”

Oliver, already uneasy about letting her return alone, sighed and replied, I don’t mind. But you should. If anyone sees, it could tarnish your reputation.”

Isolde chuckled softly, her voice calm yet resolute. “Reputation? I care nothing for it.”

Oliver was caught off guard by her words. A woman who cared nothing for her reputation? The very idea was almost absurd. Though Isolde and William’s betrothal had been a topic of discussion, a tarnished name could still ruin everything, not to mention the objections Oliver’s foster mother would surely raise.

“If you truly don’t care, then let’s go.” Oliver said at last, Isolde was already astride her horse, her posture straight and composed. The sun framed her silhouette, casting a soft halo around her figure as she smiled warmly. Yet beneath that radiant expression lay a trace of sadness, subtle but unmistakable.

One thought nagged at him. If the same person is behind the abduction of both Theodric and Isolde, why target her rather than the Duke of Blackmoor’s son?

Everyone in the capital knew the Duke cared little for his daughter.

She seemed oblivious, yet Oliver suspected she understood far more than she let on.

Another mystery tugged at his mind; his horse had never allowed anyone else to ride it–carried Isolde now without so much as a hint of resistance.

As Theodric clung tightly to her, Oliver mounted awkwardly behind them, careful to avoid touching her. But the saddle was narrow, and despite her attempts to can forward, the closeness was inevitable.

cloak and handed it to her. “Cover your recognize

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sharp “The dignity of the Valen name isn’t something I’m willing to gamble

that William disliked him. While Oliver treated William with the deference of an elder brother,

everyone.

set off

of blood from Oliver’s wounds. Isolde’s heart

bear it,” she urged, her voice laced with

you.” Oliver said flatly. “You’re injured, and if we go faster, keeping any distance will

horseback, there was no distance between

touching the boy’s forehead anxiously. “We cannot afford to delay. A moment

in her voice, Oliver offered no further argument. With a flick of his whip, the horse broke into a gallop, its hooves thundering

for speed and endurance–flew across the earth, swift as the wind and unmatched in

his horse kicking up clouds of dust in its wake. A rising star at the Emperor’s court–who

gift to the Eryndral Empire that none could tame, save Oliver himself. That horse,

without hesitation. Oliver’s steed thundered through, the

Milton and his patrol were making their rounds,

face veiled, carried the young heir slumped against her shoulder, his back turned to Milton. The

turning to watch Oliver disappear around

just now?” he asked

soldier hesitated, then replied, “Marshal, I couldn’t make out the man, but judging by the horse, it

as one of the Emperor favorites, he

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the city as if it were his own–is there no one bold enough to report him to the imperial censor?”

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in the military. Milton found Oliver insufferable. A boy barely past

was clearly grooming him. Without that backing, no way he could hold such

she? His father was the famed Marshal, Douglas Valois, and his adoptive father, the Marquis of Eldermere, is a figure of renown. Both the Valois and the Valen families boast

expression darkened further as he rode on in silence. His own lineage had always been his weakness. The most accomplished of his ancestors, a great–uncle, had risen no higher than a fifth–rank gate commander.

position at the city gates. Years of maneuvering and quiet scheming had eventually earned him a post

stood vigilant. Oliver reined in his steed