The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

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Oliver knew that something was wrong with just a glance. He dodged to the side and saw flames fly out in front of him. The flames were blinding and very powerful. For a moment, he could not see anything.

He closed his eyes and endured the discomfort as faint, fragmented sounds reached his ears.

Then, Ashley chuckled. “It’s fine. This is just a mechanism set up by the Rebel King. It won’t harm anyone.”

Oliver opened his eyes and saw that the light had disappeared. He opened the box and saw some papers lying quietly inside.

He picked up the papers and unfolded them, frowning slightly. “What’s this?”

Ashley leaned over to take a look and said in frustration, “Why isn’t it the letter? How did it turn into sacred scripture instead?”

Oliver looked very disappointed. “It’s hidden so well, yet it turns out to be sacred scripture?”

“No, it was originally letters. I don’t know when they were swapped.” Ashley looked at it in a daze, seemingly disappointed.

Oliver looked at her. “Are you sure it was originally letters?”

“Absolutely. I saw it with my own eyes, and I saw him put them in.” Ashley sighed with regret. “Now that the letters are gone, the Great Marshal probably won’t cooperate with me. Forget it, this must be my fate.”

With that, she shook her head and turned to leave.

Oliver watched her walk out, a cold smirk playing on his lips. He raised his hand slightly, and Hattie jumped down from the rooftop, swiftly following after her.

The moment the flames had flared, he had clearly heard the sound of paper shifting. Isolde was right. Ashley did have a way of pulling off a sleight of hand.

After obtaining the letter, Ashley returned to her room. She quickly took them out and scanned through them, confirming that they were indeed the correspondence between Kamari and the officials conspiring with him in Argentum.

Her hands trembled slightly. This was simply an opportunity sent straight from the heavens.

Back then, she was the one who suggested saving these letters, to keep those officials in check.

However, as she stared at the letters, a new worry crept in. She wondered how she could enter the palace.

It was not easy to enter the palace. If no one brought her along, she would not be able to enter the palace.

Marquis of Eldermere and his wife would never

the letters to the Marquis.

It seemed impossible.

considered the best course

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asked why she did not hand it over immediately and waited until now, she

went over the names of the

took out the letters, selecting one for cach named official

clothes and sat in front

she had many people

was to Seamus Santiago, the Grand

profound literary knowledge and revered as a sage of the era. Humble and upright, he governed with integrity and had earned the King’s

no particular hobbies except for his love of fine

finest tea leaves in hand, Ashley

for a

with a respectful gesture. “This humble official greets Your

has been a long

do not recall ever meeting Your

“Why not have them step outside so we can talk in private? I know you have a fondness for tea, so I brought you some

of political experience. Wise and observant, he knew Ashley’s visit was more than just a

a dark expression, he waved his hand, dismissing the

not simple. But with Kamari dead and Ashley not yet recognized in the palace, she had little power. Seamus sought to maintain control of the conversation and responded calmly, “Your Highness, it is an honor to receive you. I should give you a grand welcome, but I must soon leave for the palace for my duties. If I do not host you properly, I will

clear he was politely asking

with poise and grace. “Mr. Santiago, I have nothing urgent today, so I won’t take much of your time. I only have a

pocket and placed

it. The distance wasn’t far, and he could clearly see the words on the envelope. “Respectfully,

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head, Seamus suddenly stood up and rushed over to snatch the letter. He tore it into pieces.

angrily. “You dare