The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 271

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

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When they arrived at the villa, Harlan was waiting outside. Seeing Isolde, his eyes filled with anger. “I never thought you could be so heartless. He’s already in such a state, and yet you still want to send him to his death?”

“You know?” Isolde raised her hand, signaling Hattie and Hazel to secure the carriage.

Harlan was furious. “Of course, I know! Your father didn’t hide it from me. You’re quite clever, Lady Isolde, sending me away while persuading your father to go to his death. Even if you hate him, you could have just stayed away. Why must it come to this? His body can’t withstand any punishment now–even a single strike could kill him. How can you be so cruel?”

“He agreed to it,” Isolde replied without explanation, nor did she wish to argue with Harlan. Hattie and Hazel finished tying the carriage and approached, and the three of them entered the villa.

Harlan wanted to continue persuading her, but Hattie held his hand. “Hey, Harlan, if Lady Isolde truly wanted to harm him, why would she bother with all this?

“Sending him to the palace is sending him to his death! In such cold weather, with his body so weak!” Harlan’s eyes reddened. Deep down, he didn’t believe Isolde could be so cruel. He knew this might be a necessary measure, but how could Geoffrey’s frail body endure such an ordeal?

Inside, Geoffrey had already risen, and several thorny branches lay beside him.

He was bare–chested, his emaciated body exposed. The cold weather had turned his lips purple.

When he saw Isolde enter, he straightened his neck, trying to appear more dignified, and forced a smile. “I’m ready. Just need to carry the thorns, and we can set off.”

Isolde looked at his pale face and purple lips. “Wait. Put on some clothes first,” she said, then turned and walked out.

“Lady Isolde, what are you doing?” Hazel followed her out.

“I’ll make some ginger soup.

“Let me do it. You should talk to Geoffrey,” Hazel offered.

Isolde shook her head. “No, I’ll do it.”

She had nothing to say to him, nor did she want to see him in such a pitiful state.

Drinking ginger soup could make one’s body heat up and drive away the cold.

Ginger soup could warm the body and drive away the cold. Alcohol could too, but since they were he to the palace, drinking was out of the question.

suppress the ache in her heart. When life and death were at stake, all past grievances could

still resentful, but now that resentment was buried beneath the weight of

were to die from

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to think

a profound connection to family. She couldn’t make sense of the emotions surging within her

bread from breakfast and a pot of soup,

had said

anything down, vomiting frequently, so he likely hadn’t eaten

ginger and pepper soup filled a large bowl, its steam

softly, “Stay positive.

respond, simply sitting by the stove and rubbing her face with her

seen her like this, grew concerned. “Are you

head, pulling the firewood from the stove and extinguishing it. Black smoke

a smoking piece of wood and threw it to the ground, her voice sharp with frustration. “It shouldn’t be like this. At least not this way. If he dies on the way or is punished by the King. I’ll be to blame. He’d

wouldn’t even be

face roughly, picked up the soup,

closest family you have in

chord

life, but after the

those cold, vengeful thoughts born out of care? If she didn’t care, she

when life and

Hazel

the room, Geoffrey had already tied the thorny branches to his back. The thorns dug into his flesh, and

blood was painfully vivid, stinging the eyes and bringing tears.

had calmed down somewhat, likely

go,” Isolde said, trying to keep her voice steady.

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out to take the bowl, his hands

warm,” Harlan said, giving Isolde a complicated look before turning to

nodded heavily and began to drink.

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