The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 190 Finally Meeting.

Prudence writhed in agony on the bed, scratching at her body and face with frantic hands. Soon, her skin was covered in angry red scratches, blood trickling down her neck and face. She gasped and growled through gritted teeth, her eyes full of hatred, fixated on the distant figure of Isolde, who was already walking

away.

“You wretch…” She screamed with all the strength she could muster, her voice raw and filled with rage.

The servant, seeing the blood, rushed forward. “Prudence, please, stop scratching, you’re bleeding“”

Prudence forced herself up, only to collapse back down in exhaustion. Her lips were torn open, blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, but the burning itch that consumed her entire body–starting from her feet to her head–could not be relieved. It felt like every inch of her skin was on fire.

The itching, however, wasn’t just discomfort–it was excruciating, especially on her face. The spots where the medicine had spilled were swelling up, and the pain was unbearable, sharp like fire, gnawing into her bones. No matter how hard she scratched, she couldn’t reach the itch, and it drove her close to the edge of madness.

From the main house, faint, tormented growls and shrieks could be heard. The servant hurried to fetch a doctor, who quickly advised a cleansing procedure and prescribed an antidote.

“Increase the dosage… Prudence hissed through clenched teeth, her body trembling with pain. “Keep it going for several more days.”

Meanwhile, in the Pearl Tower, Isolde was preparing herself. She was heading to the Sharp family.

“Isolde, they’ve called a doctor for her, Ryker entered the room, his expression neutral.

“Let them,” Isolde replied, inspecting her exhausted reflection in the copper mirror. “Even if they’ve called a doctor, it won’t matter tomorrow.”

Ryker chuckled darkly. “Indeed. The poison I gave her isn’t so easy to neutralize. Even if they manage to counteract it, she’ll suffer for quite some time–itching down to the bone. It’s pure agony.”

Isolde smirked. “Every day, I want her to suffer. Twelve hours a day with no peace, no relief. But as much as I want her to suffer, I’ll let her live. Just enough to prolong her torment.”

“Honestly, I think it’d be kinder to just kill her,” Ryker said with a shrug.

“Die so easily?” Isolde’s voice was cold as ice, her eyes hardening. “Not after everything we’ve been through. No, we’ll make her suffer as we did, for every wound, for every tear.”

She piled on a heavy layer of powder, covering the fatigue on her face. She didn’t want Garrett and Natasha to see her looking so worn.

she instructed. “I’ll change into

in her attire, but she wanted to make a good impression. She wanted Garrett and Natasha to see her at

she had worn earlier had been left to air out but had likely been picked up by the maids. Her wardrobe was never full, and since she had been sent back to Windermount, only two sets of clothing

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stopped in front of the imposing gates of the

pulled back the curtain. “Isolde, we’re

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the Sharp family estate. Two mighty stone statues stood guard

stepped forward and said, “Apologies, but Great Marshal Sharp is not seeing anyone

waited in line outside, their carriages lined up down the street, all

leaders, Pablo and Harrison, had once been his fierce subordinates. So it made sense that the

the visitors came, bringing with them loads of gifts–an endless procession of items meant to curry favor. Their manners were impeccable, but Garrett was simply overwhelmed.

no one was allowed in,

guard, speaking politely. “Sir, could you

her off dismissively. “Go back. Go back. Great Marshal Sharp won’t

another bow. I understand. Then would you kindly relay a message to him? Tell him that

clearly unsure. He studied her closely. “Miss Isolde

Isolde

stepped forward, nodding. “This is Miss Isolde

and unfamiliar with both Prunella and Isolde, didn’t immediately recognize her. But Isolde’s name was well–known–she was a legend in the Sharp

wanting to make a mistake, said,

inside and made his way to Natasha’s

guard said, catching his breath, “there’s a woman

medicine for a burning stomach, slowly stood up, her body

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rushed out, and before long, they returned with

steps, supported by a servant, she saw Isolde approaching with graceful steps. The moment Natasha caught

in Prunella. The grace in her step, the light in her eyes, it was all too