The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 135 Off to the Parliamentary Library

Clark quickly greeted, “Uncle.”

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Geoffrey looked at him, his eyes filled with complexity. “You used to call me dad when you were younger”

Clark paused. It was true that he used to call him that, but after his younger brother was born, Grandmother had ordered that he stop and refer to Geoffrey as “Uncle” instead.

“Don’t want to call me that anymore?” Geoffrey asked, his voice calm but carrying an underlying weight.

Clark hurriedly explained, “No… it’s not like that.”

He felt nervous, but his grandmother had given a strict order.

Geoffrey understood the boy’s dilemma, so he didn’t press further. “Fine, if you don’t want to call me father, you can still call me uncle.”

Clark felt conflicted. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; it was just that he had grown used to calling him “Uncle.” When Geoffrey had raised the idea of being called “father” again, Clark couldn’t help but feel grateful but also struggled with the difficulty of saying it.

“Please, sit down,” Clark stammered.

Geoffrey, with a calm gesture, sat down and tapped the table. “Sit down, I have something to ask you.”

Clark obeyed, though he felt nervous. It was always hard for him to be in Geoffrey’s presence; the man had always seemed so imposing, so out of reach.

Geoffrey regarded him for a moment. Clark reminded him so much of his younger self. The only difference was that when Geoffrey had joined the military, his mother hadn’t objected.

Looking back, maybe she didn’t think much of his talents and figured he would never amount to much in the army.

But Geoffrey had worked his way up, eventually being appointed as a general, and it had solidified his career. However, his mother’s smiles had grown fewer and fewer with each passing year.

sure you do well in the Parliamentary Library. Learn, work hard,” Geoffrey spoke briefly, his words not as long–winded as

moved by his words, felt his throat tighten.

to Lamgett Manor,”

Geoffrey mostly stayed in his study

not knowing what else to

but something held him back. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere felt right, and bringing

Clark asked, “How’s

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added, “Don’t dwell on what happened tonight. Forget what needs

Clark replied, respect clear in

some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll arrange for a

bowing slightly as Geoffrey turned to leave. “Goodbye…” he murmured,

morning, Duke’s estate was bustling with activity.

Clark to go to the Parliamentary Library, one for Geoffrey, Prudence, Vance, and Priscilla to head to the magistrate’s office,

tense. The Parliamentary Library was a prestigious place, the starting point for many influential people in the Eryndral Empire, and although it seemed like a humble beginning, it was a place that could elevate someone to great heights. It was a place that scholars from

enter.

Street, they encountered a commotion. People had

the human wall blocked his

with the news. “Sir, a little beggar has been beaten badly. There’s blood everywhere. He might die

hasn’t anyone taken him to

medical center? Even if they did, no doctor would treat him without money.”

head bleeding, his body shaking in convulsions. His eyes were wide, pleading, but the words coming from his mouth were incomprehensible, sounding more like a dialect of

me,” Clark called out.

at the Parliamentary Library. You can’t afford to

on the carriage, and you take him to the medical center.