The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 173

Chapter 173 How Many More Must You Kill?

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Steven had arrived on horseback, and Geoffrey ordered a servant to bring out the horses. He casually asked, “Garrett’s back, but what about Natasha?”

“She’s back as well, along with several generals, Steven replied.

Geoffrey, though, harbored a secret dread for Natasha.

She wasn’t strict with him–not in the least. In fact, she treated him as though he were her own son. But that kind of maternal tenderness, that soft warmth–it was something Geoffrey couldn’t bear.

After Prunella’s death, Natasha had never once reproached him; instead, she’d comforted him, even when her own heart was breaking. But every time he saw her sitting alone on the chair in the hallway, her face filled with quiet sorrow, it twisted something deep inside him. It was a feeling he couldn’t escape. He couldn’t bear it, couldn’t stand her grief.

As they rode towards the Sharp family estate, Geoffrey thought, She must want to see me.

Back in Argentum, Natasha would summon him for anything, even something as trivial as a good meal. She always made him feel like part of the Sharp family.

But now, looking at Steven and the two aides behind him, the atmosphere was far more serious than he anticipated.

The Sharp family estate wasn’t far from the Duke’s mansion, only a short ride away. By the time they arrived, Garrett’s entourage had just reached the estate gates.

Geoffrey quickly dismounted and moved forward to help Garrett off his horse. Garrett shot him a quick glance and grumbled, “I’m not that old, Geoffrey. I don’t need help just yet.”

Geoffrey gave a nervous chuckle. “Garrett, you come back and don’t even bother letting me know? At least so I can meet you at the gates.”

“How could I trouble you, Geoffrey?” Garrett snorted..

Geoffrey straightened up, his expression neutral. He knew very well that Garrett had never liked him. From the day Prunella had decided to marry him, their relationship had been fraught with tension. It was only out of respect for Prunella that they managed to tolerate each other.

attendants, slowly descended from the carriage. Geoffrey hurried forward. “Natasha, I

kindly, her eyes soft with emotion. “It’s been many years, Geoffrey. How have you

tightened, and he answered in a choked voice, I’m fine… I’m

Prunella, a wound that would never heal. Sixteen years had passec mother’s

it a

welled up in Natasha’s eyes as she studied him. She reached out and patted his hand. “Come inside. Harlan has

“Harlan… hurt?” His voice

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look. “You just said you didn’t need help, now

his hand dismissively. “Get her inside first, he grumbled.

looked at Geoffrey. “Come to my room later. I have something for you.”

course,” Geoffrey said numbly.

and sharp. “I found Harlan in Wamond Vale. He said Snowy–Isolde–fell

of Snowy made Geoffrey’s blood run cold. He already knew it was Isolde they were talking about. The thought of her falling from the Wamond Vale cliff hit him like a thunderclap, a freezing wave of

badly injured. He’s unconscious,” Garrett

over, his steps slow and heavy. The air smelled of blood. Harlan was pale, his face drawn and lifeless, his body covered in deep cuts and bruises. His hands. face, and even ears were marred with small but vicious wounds. It was clear he’d been through a savage battle.

Geoffrey whispered, his mind racing with questions, each one darker than

their journey back? The sheer brutality

mean

Isolde had enemies–Wolf Mountain’s bandits and the remnants of Milton’s

truly a curse. Even Harlan, her closest ally, was now nearly

tightened with grief and rage. Thirty years had passed since Harlan had stood by his side. They’d fought together, lost everything

He wanted to scream.

him back to Duke’s estate, Geoffrey

wounds like this? I have military doctors with me. Do you think I should just

followed Garrett inside.

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