The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth:

Chapter 22 Rainy Night

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Isolde let out a deep sigh and swung her legs off the bed. The physician’s ointment was still there. She carefully applied it to her wounds, tending to herself in silence.

The whip marks on her back were out of reach, so she fore a strip from an old garment, soaked it in the salve, and clumsily wrapped it around her injuries.

She had faced death countless times on the battlefield and returned as a shadow from the Marquis’s burning estate. As long as she could draw breath, she would never surrender.

So much for the bonds of blood–such ties were worth little more than ash.

Once her wounds were dressed, she went to check on Helena, who had just woken and was sobbing like a child.

“My lady, they tried to force me to say you’d eloped with someone, Helena cried, her voice trembling. “When I refused, the steward struck me and took my bother away.

Isolde’s gaze lingered on the red mark across Helena’s check. She reached out, gently brushing her fingers over it. “Does it hurt?”

Helena blinked back tears. “No, it doesn’t

“Don’t worry,” Isolde said softly, a faint smile curving her lips. “Everyone who’s wronged us will pay for it- one by one.”

Geoffrey had sent a doctor, but Isolde refused to see him.

When the steward delivered the news, Geoffrey, in a fit of rage, roared, “Let her die! Don’t waste food on her–let starvation finish the job!”

Once again, the Pearl Tower was left without food. Isolde called Noelle and Britney into the room.

Sitting straight–backed in her chair, she fixed them both with a sharp, icy look. “Do you still wish to serve me here?”

The two glanced at each other before nodding quickly. We do, my lady.”

“As you’ve likely noticed, Isolde said evenly, her tone almost mocking. Tm the sort of lady everyone

seems to despise.”

me to this house to pay for

I as well,” Noelle added stiffly.

some money. “Take this. Fetch a doctor–have him enter through the back gate to tend to Helena. Buy a charcoal stove

lady!” The two servants took the money and hurried out into

grown ominous, heavy with storm clouds. Though it was early May, the air was thick and restless, and the promise

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hour approached, the heavens opened in a

haze.

hat before stepping out. Turning to Britney, she said, “Take care of Helena. Make

lady, it’s pouring, and you’re injured. Where are you going?” Britney asked,

voice.

turning back, the rain swallowing her figure almost instantly. Her voice carried faintly

butler of the Duke’s estate had served for over a decade. As a cousin to Matilda, he received not only a monthly wage but also

of land in the capital, he had amassed enough

was in particularly high spirits. Though he had been lashed earlier, the sight of that “little wench beaten nearly to death filled him

marrying into the Marquis house, his daughter Eleanor now stood a chance to wed as

for his concubines to prepare some light dishes, and reclined with one in each arm as he

and rain lashed the

dared to treat me like air–me! She whipped me in front of the servants, as though I were beneath her. Who does she think she is? The

no doubt about that. So…her chances of marrying into the Marquis’s house are completely dashed,

dream on. Still, credit where it’s due–the brat clawed her way back from Wol Mountain alive. Lucky for us, the Marshal covered his tracks well. Even if Lord Harmon comes poking around, who’ll believe the ravings of a disgraced,

eyes gleamed with greedy curiosity. “The Marshal must reward you for

butler puffed out his chest, pride dripping from his words. “Of course. If I hadn’t grabbed her brother, she’d never have dared accuse Isolde Langley of eloping with a lover. The Duke believes the tale

reward you. Last time you promised to buy me a

Hah! I’ll buy

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to pour him wine, her

back cup after cup. Half–drunk, he reached for

bolt of lightning suddenly split the sky outside, followed by a roar