The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 137 A Slap

Clark walked out dejectedly, his head hanging low.

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The young page was puzzled. He had come to the Parliamentary Library to become a chief librarian, yet now he was an Imperial Scholar–Apprentice and still seemed utterly dissatisfied. Wasn’t this a great honor?

The page, assuming Clark didn’t understand, asked, “In the Parliamentary Library, an Imperial Scholar- Apprentice is highly respected. Why aren’t you happy?”

Clark managed a smile, one that was more painful than tears. “Happy? Of course, I’m happy,” he said, his voice lacking conviction.

The page chuckled, “That doesn’t look like happiness.”

Clark fell silent and allowed the page to lead him. As the introductions continued, Clark, distracted and disheartened, hardly remembered anyone’s name. All he could focus on were the looks of disdain from the others.

The resentment from the scholars was palpable. It was especially strong because Clark had entered through the back door–he hadn’t even needed to take an exam. So from the very start, the others treated him with contempt. They looked down on him, sneering whenever they got the chance.

As the day wore on, Clark grew increasingly disheartened. He felt a hollow ache in his chest, the weight of his unworthiness sinking in. He was supposed to be an Imperial Scholar–Apprentice, but it all felt like an undeserved gift, not an achievement.

Meanwhile, Geoffrey had left early in the morning with Vance’s people to go to the magistrate’s office. Tyler was there, and Geoffrey discussed the situation, having Priscilla and the others meet with Braden.

Upon seeing her injured son, Priscilla was beside herself with worry, rushing forward to hold him and crying out desperately.

Braden pushed her away, turning to Prudence with tears streaming down his face. “Grandmother, please help me. I don’t want to stay here. Get me out of here.”

Prudence felt the familiar pang of sorrow, but she kept her composure. “Why didn’t you come clean to Geoffrey last night when he came to see you?”

Braden sulked. “All he had to do was get me out! Why does he keep asking so many questions? Is the Duke of Blackmoor not capable of getting me out? He’s always boasting about how powerful he is, yet here I am.”

Prudence was taken aback by his arrogance, still so defiant even after everything that had happened. Her face hardened. “So what if he’s the Duke? The testimonies from the others are against you. If you don’t speak up, no one–not even the princess–can help you. “Do you think the High Magistracy of Argentum is just any small town magistrate’s court? The magistrate there is a prince, and you think the Duke can walk all over him?”

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