The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 48

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.

her previous life, before she had died–Doug

detached.

Isolde only cried harder, her

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

out, patting her back gently. “What’s wrong with you, girl?” he muttered. “You were

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cried harder.

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From the footsteps, from the faint breath, he knew

me to introduce Orson to Geoffrey, Oliver

Isolde clung to Doug, weeping. His face was

away. But after only a few steps, he hesitated. Turning back, he asked

Oliver replied, turning slightly. The wind from the mountains stirred his robes, making them billow like banners

beforehand… would you still have been able to tell, at

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, pleading for Isolde’s rescue. We had no prior knowledge. We weren’t lying in wait–we were the last ones to arrive.

frowned. “Then why? Why were you and Mr. Becker so certain Isolde had

“that you don’t understand her at all.” “I’ve only met her a handful of times, but even I know this–she knows how to 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. “But instead, she supposedly

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to rely on. 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 at

pale as he asked, “Mr. Becker

lengths to protect her. He… he is fiercely protective. He wouldn’t allow anyone to harm

He wouldn’t have done this

for a moment before finally saying. “Yes, you have a

remained silent for a long time before staggering

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