The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 205 Oliver Will Be Fine

Pearls

Sadie was the Queen Mother’s precious pearl. She had free access to the palace, which meant no one bothered to check her identity.

Isolde smiled at her. “Thanks, Princess!”

Sadie’s reputation was legendary. When people saw how familiar she was with Isolde, it clicked that Isolde was soon to be her sister–in–law. No one dared to speak out of turn in front of Sadie.

The two of them made their way into the palace, where a palanquin awaited them. Sadie Bourbon waved it off. “We’ll walk. No need for that.”

“Of course, Princess, the supervisor said, bowing low. He knew better than to argue.

As they strolled along the long palace path, Sadie Bourbon spoke up casually, “Don’t let what those people. Say get to you. Do whatever you want.”

“I’m not bothered,” Isolde replied, her eyes taking in the red palace walls and the golden, glazed rooftops that seemed to stretch on forever.

“Good,” Sadie said, sensing that Isolde wasn’t just brushing her off. She fell silent.

The two of them did not have much to talk about as they walked.

There wasn’t much to talk about as they walked. Sadie was naturally reserved, and Isolde had a lot on her mind but wasn’t in the mood to talk.

Then, out of nowhere, a man approached them. He was dressed in a green official uniform, his face handsome and composed. He held a stack of books in one hand and didn’t notice them until he was nearly past. He was too busy flipping through the pages, lost in his own world.

“Clark!” Isolde called out. Clark stopped dead in his tracks, a look of joy crossing his face. “Isolde? What are you doing here?”

“The Queen Mother’s chrysanthemum banquet is today. I’m here to attend,” Isolde replied with a sigh. You bookworm, she thought, your fiancée’s right in front of you, and you don’t even notice.

“Oh,” he said, distracted. “Right. I forgot.”

His eyes then landed on Sadie. He froze for a second, blinking at her before his pale face flushed bright red. He looked lost, unsure of what to do. His hands instinctively reached out in greeting, but then he remembered he was holding a book, and it slipped from his grip with a loud thud.

…” His ears turned scarlet as he stammered, clearly embarrassed.

he quickly tried to correct himself. “1–uh–greet Princess Isolde… No, no, no… Sadie, Princess

Isolde couldn’t help but want to smack her forehead. Seriously?

pick up the book. She flashed a warm, gentle smile, her eyes

Clark muttered, his face still burning. He took the book back, but he was so flustered it was clear he couldn’t compose himself.

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handkerchief and dabbed at the sweat,

+5 Pearing

off guard. His whole body went rigid as if struck by lightning. His neck turned an even darker

shock and pure

Isolde said quickly, worried that Sadie might be

tucked the handkerchief away, her expression softening, a playful glint in her eye.

Cute? The guy who just bolted in

Well, I guess we

ridiculous… Isolde muttered. But honestly, it didn’t.

couldn’t bring herself to call him cute. Not in

completely unbothered, and kept walking without

behind, still in a daze. For the first time, her brain couldn’t quite keep

in a situation like this, even if she’s not mad, she’d at

like she’d

scalp tingled with

brother’s hairpin is a bit damaged,” Sadie said suddenly, breaking

surprised.

a new one tomorrow. You can pass it along.”

least the princess didn’t look down on her brother. That was

didn’t leave her face. It was almost like it was glued

twice at someone

weird way of working things out,

ask, “Princess, what’s

at her. “What’s wrong

easily misled. But the words died on her tongue. She couldn’t throw her

her hesitation and speaking what was

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