The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 188 A Formal Greeting

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Doug stared in disbelief, his mind racing. She’s truly lost it. When did she start thinking like this? He snapped. “Don’t even think about it. Tomorrow, I’ll send you straight back to Argentum. If you go off looking for the King or Queen Mother, I swear, I’ll break your legs.

He truly believed she had gone mad. But, even more unbelievable, just two days later, there he was, sitting beside Isolde in a carriage heading back to Argentum.

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Over the last two days. Isolde had spent every night digging on the mountain, her fingers battered and bleeding by the end of each session. She wasn’t even using proper tools, but when she found clothes or objects, she dug them out with her bare hands, terrified of damaging what was hidden inside. By the time she was done. Doug had realized something–this girl, who once claimed she didn’t want to marry Oliver, had secretly been in love with him all along

She had thought herself unworthy of him, that after returning from the estate, she didn’t deserve someone like him. Doug sighed inwardly. The more he thought about it, the more he understood. The feelings had always been there–hidden beneath that pride of hers.

During these two days, Doug had secretly investigated the Zloimond army. They were only a few thousand strong, and even counting the provincial troops, the total force didn’t exceed ten thousand. And those provincial soldiers? They were formidable, but not overwhelming by any means.

A few years back, when the Queen Mother was absent from Argentum, the Northern Desert and Thalvinar had repeatedly invaded. While it had only been small skirmishes, the King had been kept busy, gradually loosening his control over the regional lords. The result? Ambitious men like Kamari had seized the opportunity to expand their influence.

Kamari’s father had been the elder brother of the late King, entrusted with Zloimond’s territory. Kamari inherited that title, but his temperament was nothing like his father’s. While his father had been a kind and humble man, content with his position and grateful to the court for granting him Zloimond–a rich, fertile land with access to rivers and trade routes–Kamari, with wealth and power, had begun to nurture dangerous ambitions.

He now believed that Zloimond’s prosperity, bolstered by the monarchy, should make him the King. This year, he had begun gathering soldiers, recruiting strategists, and inciting the populace by claiming the court was overtaxing them, further fueling discontent.

Doug snapped out of his thoughts when Isolde’s eyes fluttered open, her body shifting slightly. He asked, “Would you like something to eat?”

Isolde looked up, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. “I’m not hungry.”

Doug frowned, noticing how pale she looked. “You haven’t slept in two days, and you barely ate anything. Here, drink some water. He handed her the flask.

Hattic, Hazel, and Vincenzo had stayed behind at the inn, following Isolde’s instructions to continue searching. Aside from the coachman and the two of them, no one else was accompanying them on the return to Argentum.

a few deep gulps before setting the flask aside. She rested her head on the soft

know you cared for Oliver this much.”

worry.

a moment, then

Mon,

A Formal Greeting

the vengeance is

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would not stop until she avenged him. But her greatest concern was whether the King

think you could convince the

Even if I manage to convince the King, there’s no way you’ll be allowed to

I’ll find a way to follow them. All I care

dress.”

Harrison leading them. Both have the necessary authority and prestige

quietly, her gaze never

her, concern written all over his face. She wasn’t merely consumed by grief or rage–there was something else brewing inside her, something he couldn’t

Isolde, frustrated with the slow pace of the carriage, insisted on switching to horseback when they stopped at an inn to feed the horses. Doug reluctantly

herself with the same commanding presence. When she cracked the whip and urged the horse on, it was as if she had transformed into a

was momentarily stunned. Isolde has really

gave him a fleeting glance. Her exhaustion had changed her appearance so much that Kolton didn’t

the entrance of the manor. Isolde thought for a moment that Prudence had passed away. But then, Ryker stepped out of the door, his face calm as ever, though a flicker of relief seemed to hide

in

him coolly.

shook his head. “No,

Priscilla? She died so

troubles, Prudence’s confession. her stroke, and the conflict between Vance and Priscilla over the Sharp family dowry. He told her how Bryant had