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.

her previous life, before she had died–Doug

voice was cold, detached. “I’m not

cried harder, her sobs escalating into unrestrained wails.

had carried alone–upon seeing her master, it all surged forth, overwhelming her in a flood.

face softening just slightly. He reached out, patting her back gently. “What’s wrong with

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didn’t turn he didn’t need to. From the footsteps, from the faint breath,

to introduce Orson to Geoffrey, Oliver said casually.

Isolde clung to Doug, weeping. His

walked away. But after only a few steps, he hesitated. Turning back, he asked Oliver, his voice grave, “Oliver, tell me one thing,

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

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

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, pleading for Isolde’s rescue. We had no prior knowledge. We weren’t

Why were you and Mr. Becker so certain Isolde had

said finally, “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

act irrationally in the heat of the moment. A crime of passion

rely on. She wouldn’t pick a fight unless she was absolutely certain she

Becker analyzed it

shook his head again and said, “No, Mr. Becker doesn’t analyze. Even if Isolde really did kill someone, 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

“No… Mr. Becker is cautious, rational. He wouldn’t have done this unless–at the very

looked at him in silence for a moment before finally saying. “Yes,

a long

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