The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

apter 48 Doug Is Her Master

Eleanor was carried down the mountain, while Michelle and Matilda were sent away ahead of time.

The officials who had arrived that day had all departed–save for Tyler.

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It wasn’t that Tyler couldn’t leave, he simply refused to walk alongside them. Only after everyone else had gone did he finally bid farewell.

Geoffrey personally escorted him to the gates of the manor.

The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the entire estate in a warm, gentle glow, casting long, soft shadows across the countryside.

But Tyler remained still, his gaze locked onto Geollrey. His voice, carrying a note of resination, broke the

silence. “Geoffrey…. how did it come to this?

Tyler sighed, clapping a hand on Geoffrey’s shoulder.

“When the case first arose. I deliberately delayed the trial. I had my men summon you here, hoping your presence alone would be enough to deter those in the estate from giving false testimony. Anyone with half a mind could see that this was a setup meant to frame Isolde. And yet… you didn’t see it? You arrived and acted without even questioning the case.”

With that, Tyler shook his head and turned away.

Geoffrey watched him go, his figure disappearing into the lengthening shadows. He turned his gaze toward the courtyard, where the jujube trees cast flickering silhouettes under the fading sunlight.

Everyone had seen through the trap. Everyone–except him.

He stood there for a long time before finally making his way back inside. But when he entered the hall, Doug, Oliver, and Isolde were nowhere to be seen.

Oliver stood at the edge of the pavilion, overlooking the distant reservoir.

With his height, he could just make out the rippling waters, the marks along the bank where Michelle had been dragged under.

Doug sat on a large boulder by the reservoir. Before him, Isolde knelt, her posture rigid, her body. unwavering–but her tears fell freely, one after another, in silent, unstoppable streams.

To see her master again… it felt like a lifetime had passed.

before she had died–Doug had

Doug’s voice was cold, detached.

only cried harder, her sobs escalating into unrestrained wails.

the resentment, everything she had carried alone–upon seeing her master, it all surged forth, overwhelming

out a quiet sigh, the coldness on his face softening just slightly. He reached out, patting her back gently.

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watching as Isolde clung to Doug, weeping. His

without a word, he turned and walked away. But after only a few steps, he hesitated. Turning back, he asked Oliver, his voice grave, “Oliver, tell me one thing, and tell me the truth.

wind from the mountains stirred his robes, making them billow like

hadn’t known beforehand… would you still have been able to tell, at

was a carefree laugh, full of unbridled confidence. But in the depths of his eyes, a flicker of irony flashed–too brief for anyone to catch. “Known beforehand?” he echoed. “Vincenzo came to Southern Watch, seeking out Mr. Becker,

and Mr. Becker so certain Isolde had been

fight. If she had truly wanted Eleanor dead, she would have simply abducted her, taken her to some desolate place, and finished the job however she pleased.

in the heat of the

She wouldn’t pick a fight unless she was absolutely certain she could win–because she knows that, if she did, there would be no one

face turned pale as he asked, “Mr. Becker analyzed it this way too, didn’t

he would go to great lengths to protect her. He… he is fiercely protective. He wouldn’t allow anyone to harm Isolde. “When Vincenzo arrived, Mr. Becker had just returned to Argentum. The Queen Mother sent someone to summon him, yet he chose to come to the manor instead of entering the

is cautious, rational. He wouldn’t have done this unless–at

in silence for a moment before finally saying. “Yes, you

long time before

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