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Isolde slowly lifted her head, fixing him with an icy stare. “You don’t know? That’s unfortunate. I had thought… if you gave me Helena’s brother, I might spare your life. But it seems this deal is no longer on the table.”
She rose s
gracefully, advancing toward him. The butler stumbled back in terror, his feet fumbling clumsily.
With deliberate ease, Isolde plucked the dagger embedded by the bed. The cold steel caught the dim light, flashing menacingly as she twirled it before him. Her smile sharpened. “I’ll give you one more chance- where is Helena’s brother?”
The butler swallowed hard. Mary’s grisly end replaying in his mind. His heart pounded, but pride gave him a shred of defiance.
“Lady Marilda.” he rasped, struggling to sound bold, I’m no bonded servant of the Duke’s house, nor was I ever sold to it. If you kill me, you’ll answer for it–you can’t escape the noose.
Isolde chuckled, soft and low. “A life for a life? Perhaps But.. Her gaze turned sharper, predatory. “Who’s to say I killed you?”
The dagger’s blade pressed against his cheek, the chill biting deep. The butler froze, petrified, afraid to move a muscle.
“You… you’ll regret this,” he stammered, his voice trembling despite himself. The Marshal and the Duke won’t let you go unpunished!”
The words had barely left his lips when Isolde’s hand moved. The blade swept in a clean line, slicing from the corner of his mouth to his ear. Blood streamed down his face as he screamed–a sound swallowed instantly by the rolling thunder outside.
Somewhere, Lady Cantrell fled, her skirts flapping as she disappeared into the storm. She had no mind to intervene, leaving the butler to his fate.
The wind howled, the rain drummed ceaselessly, and no soul in the house dared come near.
At last, the butler’s spirit cracked. Sobbing through his pain, he croaked, “The woodshed… in my family’s woodshed…”
Isolde’s lips curved into a cruel smile. She yanked him to his feet, her voice soft and mocking, “Lead the way, then.”
was dragged out. The pouring rain poured on his wound, making him cry
the heavens, briefly lighting the inside. There, huddled beside the firewood, was a small, trembling figure.”
the scars etched across the boy’s face. Fury ignited in her
one smooth motion, the dagger flashed again. The botler howled, and two ragged pieces of his ears
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Duke’s estate!”
shaking the heavens and tearing through the earth. It wasn’t until dawn that the rain finally ceased.
gates shuddered under a barrage of furious pounding–like thunder
striding in, followed by his butler with ears bandaged and Matilda trailing close behind. fury written across
the yard. Isolde was planting vegetables. Noelle had brought back seeds earlier, and Isolde intended to scatter them–simple labor for a life of self–reliance. She was a
A cold, defiant smile played across her lips as her gaze met the Duke’s. “Well Your Grace, what an unexpected honor. To what do
visit.”
was shadowed with anger and disappointment. “You’re incorrigible. Sneaking out last night to seek revenge–what madness is this? If you’ve a scope to settle, then settle it with me. I’m
with mockery. “Your Grace, what accusation is this? Speak plainly. But if you wish me to raise my hand against you–my father, by name- surely such a sin would invite heaven’s wrath. I couldnt dare, could
Madam’s orders. If I’ve offended you. punish me!
and cutting. Your family was harmed? Well, perhaps you’ve made one too many enemies, and someone came knocking.
right to treat him so? If
him go,” Isolde said coolly. “But if you wish to accuse me, evidence will be required.”
saw you
While we’re there, I’ll inquire about how Constable Harmon dragged me off in the dead of night on a trumped–up murder charge. drugged me, and sent me to Wolf Mountain. I’d love
“What nonsense is this?”
You asked Helena, you questioned the guards, you listened to Lady Blackwell and the butler. You believe you’ve uncovered the truth But tell me, Your Grace–did
you deny it? Even if I asked you outright, would you admit it?
About The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth - Chapter 23
The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth is the best current series of the author Blossom Holt . With the below Chapter 23 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 23 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com