The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

e Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 40 A Host’s Courtesy

Isolde clutched Leonis tightly and turned on her heel to leave.

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Michelle hurried after her, grabbing her arm with a coaxing smile. “Alright, don’t throw a tantrum. Walk with me for a bit.”

Isolde didn’t object. Together, they strolled toward the reservoir.

Eleanor and Randy Estella followed at a distance, their maids trailing behind.

The sun climbed steadily overhead, its golden light shimmering across the water’s surface. Montlins Manor was filled with jujube trees, but the most breathtaking sight was not the trees themselves.

By the reservoir, wild lilies bloomed in soft pink and white, their delicate clusters swaying amid tall feathergrass. Beneath them, the ground was lush with springy green turf.

Isolde wore a simple yet elegant outfit that day–muted hues trimmed with silver embroidery.

Her face was bare of any powder or rouge, her soft, peach–toned skin catching the light, fine baby hairs visible in the glow. Her lips gleamed, full and striking against the daylight.

She was not a woman of immediate, breathtaking beauty. At a glance, she was merely exquisite. But the longer one looked, the more compelling her features became–her bold brows, the quiet strength in her gaze, an effortless elegance tinged with an unexpected sharpness.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was stunning at first sight. But her beauty did not hold upon closer inspection- her eyes too large, her nose too small, her lips thin, her ears jutting slightly. The more one studied her face. the more its imperfections became apparent.

The reservoir was, in truth, a mountain pond, stocked with fish that were netted and sold once every two years. These fish were left to fend for themselves, with the farmhands occasionally tossing in cut grass as meager sustenance. As a result, they were fiercely ravenous.

Isolde tossed a small object into the water. Instantly, sleek black bodies leapt into the air, their scales flashing under the sun.

From the reservoir, the nearby pavilion was visible, nestled slightly lower in the landscape.

Ryker was entertaining a group of ladies, lighting moxa incense to ward off insects. A spread of coffee and refreshments had already been set. With a gentle breeze whispering through the trees, the setting was pleasant and tranquil.

Montlins Manor was a place of striking beauty, its endless stretches of jujube trees forming a sea of deep green. Along the reservoir’s edge, tiny golden sunflowers, no larger than a fingertip, bloomed wild in the rich earth, thriving without the need for cultivation.

The ladies sipped their coffee, chatting and laughing.

from the main estate–one could easily be heard from

peace was suddenly shattered by a commotion near the

turned their heads, but the dense foliage obscured

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40 A Host’s Courtesy

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bowed and strode off, head lowered–concealing, for the briefest moment, the flash of cruel satisfaction

hysterics. Her face contorted, rage and desperation

“I

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always hated me, she shricked. Hated that William Toved me and not you! We are cousins!

Marrying into the Valen family benefits us both! You would be the rightful wife, and 1, the concubine–you, noble, and I, lowly! Why can’t you accept that? Why must you force me to lose my child and marry some villager in disgrace

was sharp, carried far by the wind, each word crystal clear.

sleeves as she stood atop a stone, looking down

above her.

into a twisted, venomous smile–then, without hesitation, she

slicing through the air. “Isolde, are you insane? How could you push her? Someone, help! Save Eleanor!”

thrashed, sputtering, sinking fast–she couldn’t swiITL

to dive in

smiled. A slow, knowing smile. She set Leonis down. And in the next heartbeat, the beast sprang forward like an arrow loosed from a

slope–then straight into the water. With one man drowning, there was no one left to save the other.

swim. At Estella’s desperate cry, they scattered, running back toward the estate to summon help.

voice cut through the air. She flailed, gasping, her terror plain. “Help

ruthless, utterly unyielding. The plan was simple, yet meticulous. Randy was good at swrimming; as long as he could get in,

would be a witness–Isolde would be guilty of attempted.

murder.

then, Randy was bitten by Leonis and plunged

watched in horror as Eleanor gasped and choked, swallowing mouthfuls of water. Desperation clawed at her throat. Thankfully,

advance.

and flung it aside. Then, with