The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 21

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 21 We Will Get It Back

Matilda and Eleanor possibly couldn’t miss such a spectacle.

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Seeing Geoffrey consumed with rage, Matilda stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. “My lord, must it come to this? Surely, words can resolve this without tearing apart the bond of father and daughter.”

Even as she spoke, her hand clamped onto Isolde Langley’s arm with cruel force, her nails biting into the wounds already there. “Isolde, do as your father says. Keel. Plead for his forgiveness and let his anger subside.”

Geoffrey’s face darkened further, his voice like a rolling storm. “Kneel and take your punishment, and 1 will be merciful. Defy me, and if I beat you to death, it will at least settle things with your mother?

Isolde lifted her chin defiantly. “Then do it. If I so much as cry out, I’ll have no complaints.”

The whip cracked through the air and struck her arm, searing her flesh. Isolde didn’t flinch, her expression hard, though the fiery pain surged from her arm to herskull.

“Kneel!” Geoffrey roared again.

Isolde raised her blood–smeared face, her voice laced with derision. “Is that the best you can do? Show me the strength you take to the battlefield. If you’re going to strike your own daughter, at least strike with some honor. This is nothing–I’ve killed bandits with more force than that.”

Geoffrey’s fury erupted. He struck again and again, each lash cutting into her flesh, reopening old wounds. Blood streaked down her arms and pooled at her feet, but she didn’t waver

Watching from the side, Matilda and Eleanor smirked with cruel satisfaction, their eyes glinting with malice.

Hearing the commotion, Helena–weak and gravely injured–crawled from the shadows, her voice trembling as she clung to Isolde. “Please, my lord, have mercy!”

Isolde’s gaze burned with anger as she looked at Geoffrey. “Go on! Beat me to death if you can. At least it’ll settle this miserable bond. I owe you nothing but the life you gave me. You never raised me. The estate 1 live on is my mother’s; two years of your food doesn’t buy my soul. Let’s finish this here and now.”

on Helena’s frail back instead. She let out a muffled cry, her strength finally giving way as she collapsed.

release Isolde. Her

forward to drag Helena away. When she wouldn’t let go, the butler struck her

already at her limit, crumpled to

snarl, she kicked the butler in the stomach, sending him sprawling. “You miserable cur! How dare you lay a hand on her? Do you think I won’t make you pay for

reached a breaking point. He lashed out wildly, the whip striking Isolde’s face, arms,

back.

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her, drenching her in crimson. Her body swayed, trembling on the edge

raised her head. Blood trickled into her month, and she licked it

whip once more–but this time, Isole caught it midair.

held firm. Shock flickered across his face. “Unfilial wretch, release

blood spilling

voice was steady, chillingly clear. “Twenty–five laslies. I’ve taken them all. The debt is paid. From this day forward, if you lay a hand on me or mine again, I swear on my life, I will burn this house to

she wrenched the whip from his grasp and

beside her. The solid table cracked clean in two with a thunderous sound, scattering fine dust that spiraled upwards before

rooted in stunned silence.

He had dismissed her as someone with only a few decorative tricks, never

blurred and spun like

a dull thud, she crumpled to the

whisper before unconsciousness claimed her. Yet, even that

and barked, “Someone, help Lady Matilda at once! If anyone dares to ask why she didn’t return last night, tell

further, dousing whatever flicker of softness he’d

injuries,” he ordered coldly. “And have her examined. If she’s no longer pure, the engagement will be called

the manor so well–behaved, so dutiful–how did things come to this? Killings on a

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