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.”

quavered as she replied, “My lady, my parents sold me to this house to pay for my

I as well,” Noelle added

back gate to tend

two servants took the money and hurried

sky had grown ominous, heavy with storm clouds. Though it was early May, the air was thick and restless, and the promise of a downpour hung over

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a torrential rain, shrouding

haze.

Britney, she said, “Take care of Helena. Make her some millet

are you going?” Britney asked,

voice.

the rain swallowing her figure almost instantly. Her voice carried faintly through the downpour. “To have a word with

he received not only a monthly wage but also

in the capital, he had amassed enough wealth to own a sprawling courtyard with three gates, a wife, and three

Though he had been lashed earlier, the sight of that “little wench beaten nearly to death filled

marrying into the Marquis house, his daughter Eleanor now stood a chance to wed as the legitimate wife. A reward from the general would

wine, called for his concubines to prepare some light dishes, and

rolled and rain lashed the earth in torrents.

She whipped me in front of the servants, as though I were beneath her. Who does she

behave, no doubt about that.

She can dream on. Still, credit where it’s due–the brat clawed her way back from Wol Mountain alive.

Marshal must reward you for this, don’t you

grabbed her brother, she’d never have dared accuse Isolde Langley of eloping

will reward you. Last time you promised to buy me a gold bracelet–don’t tell me you were only teasing me.”

pinching her chin with rough affection. “A gold bracelet? Hah! I’ll buy you a

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up. She sprang to her feet to pour him wine, her voice lilting. “You’ve said it now.

back cup after cup. Half–drunk, he reached for Lady Canrell’s hand, pulling her toward

split the sky outside, followed by a roar of thunder