The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 242 It Can’t Be William

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He looked at her that way. Before leaving for Zloimond, he had told her that he would marry her when he returned.

However, at that time, there was no such pain in his eyes.

“Isolde, I’ll use all my strength to protect you in this life. I won’t allow anyone to hurt you, not even a little bit. And I won’t let anyone who has harmed you off.” His fingers brushed against her cheek, still carrying the faint scent of blood.

His voice was forced through clenched teeth, unwavering and resolute.

After the battle at the Zloimond Armory, no one knew what he had been through or what he had seen. The pain that almost seeped into his bones tortured him every day, forcing him to live tenaciously and come back to protect someone,

Isolde was slightly stunned. The Oliver she knew had never shown such intense love or hatred.

He had always been indifferent to everything. Even knowing that his adoptive mother disliked him and that William hated him, he simply fulfilled his duties without complaint.

The mild–mannered person suddenly delivering such sharp words caught her completely off guard.

She knew that only facing life and death could change a person’s nature so completely.

She knew that what he had been through was truly perilous. He had barely escaped with his life.

Slowly, she lifted his sleeve. The iron hand extended all the way to his elbow, with a section of his arm embedded within a metal casing. There were no visible fastenings. She gave it a slight pull, but it didn’t budge.

“It won’t come off. The Grand King Emeritus made this iron hand. When I woke up, it felt as if it had fused with my flesh. But it moves as naturally as my own hand. It’s truly magical,” Oliver said.

“This isn’t iron, is it?” Isolde touched the metal hand, noticing that its color was off. It was whiter than ordinary iron.

“It’s not iron, but I don’t know what it is either.” He moved his fingers, and the metal hand worked smoothly. Even the joints could bend and straighten, just like real fingers.

it black iron? But it doesn’t seem

I tried slashing it with the Primordial Sword, and it didn’t leave

stunned. “Stronger than black iron? Then what exactly is it? This is incredible.”

know,” Oliver said with a slight smile. “But don’t worry. As long as I’m alive, that’s

and gently smoothed his slightly disheveled dark hair. “Yes, coming back alive is the most important

you

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expression grew serious in an instant. She said solemnly. Tm afraid that won’t

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you not believe I will treat you well? Or…

sorrowful eyes. “While you were away from

moment I return to the capital!

Why do you think that? And why can’t it be

you don’t have deep feelings for him, submit a divorce petition

him, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. It was almost as if he knew something about her past–things he shouldn’t have known. But that was impossible. He had been gone long before she ever married William. There was no way

question but held back. Such

she simply raised an eyebrow and said with a trace of resentment, “Yes, I married someone from the

his brows, then widened his eyes in

had thought that saying this would make him understand immediately.

sons. It was either William or him.

to thinking it was

coughed up blood in

would not possibly guess that she had been in a spirit

wasn’t William, then the only one left was his

though he himself found the thought absurd, he

capital and news of your death came back, I

thought, it was obvious that she couldn’t have married

widened his eyes. But then, the light in his eyes quickly returned and sparkled. “So… you married me?”

we got married,” Isolde snapped,

thought shot out faster than the rest. “No way. There was no wedding ceremony. A

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