The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 23 Did You Do It?

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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.”

butler was dragged out. The pouring rain poured on his wound, making him cry

lightning split the heavens, briefly lighting the inside. There, huddled

the scars etched

howled, and two ragged pieces of his ears dropped

wife arrived with

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Duke’s estate!”

and tearing

Pearl Tower, the gates shuddered under a barrage

his butler with

Isolde was planting vegetables. Noelle had brought back seeds earlier, and Isolde intended to scatter them–simple labor for a life of self–reliance.

lips as her gaze met the Duke’s. “Well Your Grace, what an unexpected

visit.”

to seek revenge–what madness is

aching leg. Isolde limped forward, her voice sharp with mockery. “Your Grace, what accusation is this? Speak plainly. But if you wish me to raise my hand against you–my

his voice booming with indignation. My Lady, all I’ve done has been under His Grace’s and Madam’s orders. If I’ve offended you. punish me! Kill me, if you must. But what

laughter rang out, cold and cutting. Your family was harmed? Well, perhaps you’ve made one too many enemies, and someone came

common servant–you’ve no right to treat him so? If he brings this to

said coolly. “But if you wish to accuse me, evidence will be required.”

scoffed. “Evidence? The butler’s wives saw

the High Magistrate. 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

face paled. “What nonsense is this?”

questioned the guards, you listened to Lady Blackwell and the butler. You believe you’ve uncovered the truth But tell me, Your Grace–did

can you deny it? Even if I asked you outright, would you