The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 233 Forced Evacuation

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The people, already anxious from losing their homes and loved ones, immediately crowded around upon hearing the two men speak, demanding to know what had happened.

One of the men, his voice rough with exhaustion, declared, “I am the son of Doctor Dilan Charlton from Bumblewick. My father went out on a medical visit last night and has not returned. Fearing something had happened to him, I settled my affairs and took my younger brother to search for him. We ran through the city all night, but all we saw was King Kamari’s soldiers stationed at his residence. He gave no orders for disaster relief, and every granary was heavily guarded.”

He suddenly turned to Hector, eyes burning with anger. “Mr. Maximum, don’t deceive us. You just came from the granary yourself. King Kamari refuses to open them and wants us to starve, right?”

The crowd gasped in shock. They stared at Hector and interrogated him for the truth.

Hector was momentarily speechless. He did not even know how to calm them down.

As the tense standoff continued, an officer rushed in with a report. “Sir, the County Princess of Cromwell, Isolde, has arrived with Lord Doug Becker and General Kolton Sharp to assist. Marshal Garrett has also delivered military rations for the disaster victims as an emergency relief measure!”

A wave of relief surged through Hector. He was well aware that the County Princess had stationed herself with three thousand troops at East Bridge.

The rumors about the heavy rain also came from her group, saying she was following imperial orders to help the displaced people. As for why she hadn’t entered the city, it was probably because Kamari had stopped her.

But none of that mattered to him now. All he knew was that his people would finally have food to eat.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and commanded, “Let’s go welcome the County Princess.”

As Hector watched the three thousand soldiers march through the storm, their armor drenched by the pouring rain, he saw Isolde, Kolton, and Doug, soaked but steady. The hardships of the day weighed on him, and suddenly, his heart tingled with emotion. Stepping forward, he bowed deeply. “Welcome Your Highness, Lord Becker, and General Sharp.”

Isolde reached out, clasping his hand firmly. With solemn determination, she said, “Mr. Maximus, there’s no need for formalities. The people need us, let’s act swiftly.”

Warmth surged through Hector’s chest. His throat tightened, and for the first time in a long while, he struggled to hold back his emotions.

When the victims knew that Royal Court troops had come to help, they were all excited.

of the stronger villagers to

swiftly, evacuating villagers before the mountains could

some were even more resistant

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Court’s army joined the disaster relief efforts, the villagers of Rustwood Village were to be evacuated.

Village, a disaster was about to strike. According to reports, the entire village would be buried, leaving no survivors. If that happened, Hector would be held responsible

at 1 AM on August 23rd. It was now 12 PM on August 22nd, meaning there was just over an hour left before the

the mountains had been blocked by massive boulders. After continuous clearing efforts, she finally reached the

He argued that their village had endured countless storms over the years without incident, and

the villagers, but the village chief stubbornly refused to

willing to leave, go now.

and taken away on an ox cart was an immense humiliation.

people of Rustwood Village naturally opposed this. In their village, the chief was also the clan leader, a figure of

be bound, the young men clenched their fists, ready

stand a chance. The people of Rustwood numbered in the thousands, while the soldiers who had entered the mountains were only about a hundred.

“County Princess, Rustwood is a village of martial artists. Even the women here know how to fight. If this turns into

Even the village chief, who had just been panting in anger, still carried the vigor of youth, his stomp left a deep imprint in the ground.

of your great martial prowess, respected not only in Rustwood but throughout all of Zloimond. But today,

at her with disdain. “Little girl, I don’t know who you are, but if you’re challenging the warriors of Rustwood, you are truly overestimating

a chance. If I lose, I will leave the mountains immediately,” Isolde said

interest in wasting words with her. Rustwood had existed for hundreds of years since their ancestors first settled here, and life had always been good. No natural disaster had ever caused

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