The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 167 The Star of Doom Strikes.

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Geoffrey led Clark out into the courtyard, where the lanterns burned bright, casting a cold, pale light over Clark’s face.

“Should I speak to Luka for you about the leave request?” Geoffrey asked.

Clark paused, staring at his father, then replied, “Do you think I should take leave, Father?”

“Of course,” Geoffrey answered, his voice firm. “It’s only right for you to come back and care for your grandmother.”

Clark hesitated before speaking. “But I’ve been working on the Annals of the Eryndral Empire with the editors. If I take leave, Luka will likely assign someone else to take my place.”

Geoffrey blinked in surprise. “He’s just started, and already he’s been promoted to work on the Annals of the Eryndral Empire? That’s quite a promising future…” He trailed off, his thoughts lingering on Clark’s future.

“So, you don’t want to come back and care for your grandmother?” Geoffrey asked after a pause.

“No, that’s not it,” Clark answered, looking conflicted. I just… during the day, you, Vance, Priscilla, and the servants will be here. I can try to return earlier in the evening, and sleep in grandmother’s room. How does that sound?”

Geoffrey thought for a moment. “That’s a good idea. But it will be exhausting for you.”

“It’s no trouble,” Clark replied, a hint of hope flickering in his eyes. “Father, can you talk to grandmother about it?”

Geoffrey nodded. “Alright, I’ll speak to her. Being part of the Annals of the Eryndral Empire is a great honor. I’m proud of you, Clark.”

However, when Geoffrey entered Prudence’s room and explained the situation, she broke down into hysterical sobs, gasping for breath between her tears. “I just wanted to secure a good reputation for Clark,” she cried, “but he doesn’t appreciate it! I’ve tried so hard, but he doesn’t care!”

sent Geoffrey into a panic. He rushed to calm her down. “Mother, please, don’t cry. Clark will take the leave. He’ll come

“Grandmother,

those words, he slowly backed out of the room.

the crisp autumn wind hit him, and he felt the season’s melancholy embrace.

his

downcast expression, immediately understood something was wrong. She didn’t care much for reputation, but for someone in the political world like Clark, a

have no choice but to do this, don’t you?” she said, her tone

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the place where they were born, and others leave to seek their fortune elsewhere. Some return in glory, while others die far from home. Everyone seems like

Empire, researching the lives of exceptional people. It’s such a shame, though, such a shame…

She wasn’t one for grand ambitions, but she had a deep respect for those who did have them.

realized, was just like Oliver’s–both men sought something grand. Oliver, a soldier, longed to ride on the battlefield, to drive out invaders and defend the homeland. But in one of their rare conversations from the past, he had mentioned that if there were no more wars, he would lay down his armor and wander the mountains, seeking peace and beauty

in her sleeve, a soft smile curling at her lips. She missed him dearly–Oliver had

If you’re part of the Annals

can only try to look at it that way,” he replied, though his voice lacked

but after hearing the details, he fell silent for a moment before responding. “Go aled

the section on the customs of the provinces

“I’ll

a pang of melancholy.

her shops and estates. Vance and Priscilla kept bringing new contracts for her to sign, and the money flowed back

visited. Prudence had asked him to come to help select a burial plot and an appropriate

felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Her face was swelling more each day,

with Prudence, Xavier stepped outside to meet Geoffrey. His face was serious.

something I have to tell you. Xavier said,