The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 203

Chapter 203 Making Clothes for Her

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When Garrett saw the two of them approach, he stashed his spear and leapt into the air. Without missing a beat, the spear flew straight toward Anthony.

The spear shot forward like lightning. Anthony nearly had a heart attack. His body jerked backward, barely dodging the spear as it whisked past his face. He hit the ground with a thud.

Garrett let out a loud laugh. “Nice reflexes!”

Anthony slowly picked himself up, his legs wobbling like jelly. He cursed in his head, What a cold–hearted old bastard. Called me here just to try and kill me.

Isolde was equally shocked. He quickly reached out to help Bentley up. “Grandpa, this is insane! If he hadn’t dodged in time, he’d be a goner.

Garrett just grinned. “Let’s have a look at the spearhead.”

Anthony glanced back, confused. He saw that the spearhead was unnervingly white–whiter than any normal steel spear. “What’s this?”

But before he could say anything else, Isolde had already picked it up. He squeezed it, eyes widening. “It’s paper!”

Not just the spearhead–everything, the whole spear, was made of paper.

Anthony was dumbfounded. To turn soft paper into something so tough and sharp? How did he manage that? What kind of insane internal power must that take?

Garrett chuckled. “By the time the spear hit, I’d already used up most of my strength. If you hadn’t dodged. it would’ve just left a bruise at worst.”

Anthony gave him an appreciative thumbs–up. “You’re amazing, Marshal Sharp. Seriously.”

Garrett snapped his fingers, and someone quickly set up coffee. He led the two of them over to sit down.

“So, your name’s Anthony Bentley, huh?” he asked, waving his sleeve nonchalantly.

Anthony, no longer brimming with his usual arrogance, lowered his head in respect. “Yes, my lord.”

Garrett gave him a nod. “Nice name.”

blinked, confused. “Nice

A name like yours symbolize strength and priceless.” He slapped Anthony on the

Strength? Priceless?

exactly a scholar. Still, he figured if a Great Marshal

that when Isolde fell off that cliff, you searched for three days and nights without stopping.

glanced at Isolde, a bit uncomfortable. “Well… Isolde and I go way

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see someone so loyal. You two must

this guy was getting a little too serious for comfort.

got a glint in his eye. “Kid, ever thought about joining the military? You’ve got the making of a soldier. You won’t die too

his last chat with Isolde, he’d started questioning his life choices. Am I really just waiting away? Maybe I should actually do something with my

“Yeah….I’d like

shot? No. You need to make up your mind. I’m

said, mustering all

smiled, clearly pleased. “Good. Since you’re so determined, pack your things and report to North Camp

turned to Garrett and asked, “Grandpa, who’s the current commander

answered casually, “It’s your

“Didn’t he go to Zloimond?” She hadn’t heard about this new

the King issued an edict,” Garrett

skipped a beat, a surge

her expression, raised an eyebrow.

her face and shook her head. “Oh,

more to it, but with

up, Isolde said, “Grandpa, I’m going

said, his expression softening. He remembered how surprised he’d been when she agreed

had expected resistance, but she had simply said she’d support anything

so

Isolde arrived, Natasha was making

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