The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 199 Kill Your Own Mother

When it came to ghost marriages, there was a second type–one where one partner was still living while the other had passed

This ceremony was far grander, almost like marrying someone alive. It involved date setting, personal welcoming, and the formal binding ceremony.

But there was an unspoken truth attached to this kind of marriage the noble died, while the lowly lived

Isolde, for all her noble blood, was caught in this predicament. Her father, the Duke of Blackmoor, was a powerful figure; her grandfather, a Great Marshal; and she, herself, had been granted the prestigious title of County Princess by the King. And yet, here she was, about to marry a dead general.

Oliver Valois, once a Great Marshal, was barely given a second thought by anyone who mattered.

Most considered him little more than a puppet in the Southern Watch, elevated by Doug Becker. To the court, he was like an ornament–a pretty face on a statue made of enemy corpses–gifted his rank thanks to the King’s loyalty to Douglas.

As for his own battle honors? There weren’t many. One could count them on one hand, the most notable being the elimination of a band of bandits. The rest of the victories under his belt were nothing more than the Marquis of Eldermere’s successes, fought by the Marquis‘ command, not his own.

So when word spread of Isolde’s upcoming marriage, it hit everyone like a punch to the gut.

Even Geoffrey was left reeling. In fact, he was nearly the last person to know his own daughter was about to

marry a corpse.

The shock was too much to bear. He couldn’t believe his ears. How could she–his precious daughter- marry a dead man?

Out of options, Geoffrey sought out Doug Becker, desperate for an explanation.

Doug didn’t waste a second on sympathy. The moment he heard the Duke wanted to talk about his daughter’s marriage, he threw up his hands. “This is her choice. You wanna say something? Take it up with

her.”

The Duke wasn’t surprised. He’d known Doug wouldn’t show him mercy, and he’d steeled himself for that cold reception.

Hearing Doug’s words, the Duke snapped, “You’re her master, aren’t you? You can’t just stand there and let her marry a corpse, can you?”

Doug’s face was stone–cold as he responded, “Even you have no say in this. What can I do?”

The Duke’s expression darkened, his voice tightening with emotion. “Don’t talk to me like that. I know I messed up. I’m not proud of it, but I’ve realized it. “I’m just worried she won’t know how to live the rest of her life. Can we have a civil conversation, without you throwing insults my way?”

anger boiling over. “Is that supposed to be an insult? I haven’t even said half of what I could. If I don’t disgust you, who the hell will? You

in defeat. He lowered his head and sighed. “Go ahead,

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want me to do? She made her choice. She’s just as stubborn as her mother was

fool!”

Duke froze, taking a long, deep breath. Tve failed both of them. All I can hope for now is to make things right… somehow.”

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his head. “I can’t just sit back and do nothing, even if she’s angry

again. “You really think she’ll be happy marrying Oliver? Is that what you’re holding on to? You’ve completely lost it. What the hell happened to caring about what actually

Duke’s tone grew sharper, his gaze intense. This is exactly what we

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in a low, tense voice, “Listen to this: your mother poisoned Prunella multiple times. Isolde carried that poison in her womb. Sadic says she’s got maybe three years left, at most

dropped the bombshell and then, without another word, turned

violently. His mind went blank, but Doug’s words kept echoing in the

years? Just three years? Is Doug trying to provoke me on purpose?

wouldn’t curse Isolde like that. He

So, it’s true?

how he even got back to the residence. He stumbled toward Blesertin, his steps

passed, “My Lord,

didn’t even acknowledge her, walking right past her as if she was invisible.

She had taken her medicine and drifted off to sleep. The festering on their faces wasn’t fully healed, but at least the

She slowly blinked his narrowing them again. “It’s… you.”

eyes of

top of that, the cold medicine Isolde had given

say anything, just staring at her.

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