The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 323 Farewell

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Isolde quickly expressed her gratitude. Sadic looked at her warmly and said, “No need to be so formal. When my wedding comes. I’ll be using her too, so I figured I might as well arrange it now.”

Esme chuckled. “Sadie, your time is coming soon.”

“A young lady speaking of her own marriage without the slightest bit of shyness,” Aveline teased with a smile.

“What’s there to be shy about? It’s a joyous occasion.” Sallic stepped closer, studying Isolde carefully. “Your skin is so smooth–applying makeup later will be a breeze.”

The makeup artist approached to greet Isolde. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with flawless skin, a neatly coiled bun, and a bright red outfit that exuded festivity.

“I appreciate your help,” Isolde said with a respectful bow.

The woman smiled. “You’re so down–to–earth.”

The preparations began–makeup, the elaborate wedding attire, the intricate hairstyle. The phoenix crown was set aside for now, to be placed on her head only after the formal ceremonies. The entire process took over an hour.

Outside, the sound of firecrackers echoed. The auspicious hour had arrived—it was time to pay respects to

the ancestors.

Ryker entered and quietly reported to Esme, “Everything at the ancestral hall is set. We’re just waiting for Lady Isolde to arrive.”

Esme nodded. “Alright, let’s get moving. Has the snow stopped?”

Ryker exhaled, his breath misting in the cold air. “No, it’s coming down even harder. The ground is covered, so everyone will need to tread carefully–it’s slippery.” ·

“Understood.”

Ryker turned to leave but then hesitated. Lowering his voice, he added, “Just now, someone from the old madam’s quarters came by. They said Lady Isolde should go there first to pay her respects.”

“Of course, she must greet Natasha. But first, the ancestral hall. There’s no rush,” Esme replied.

Ryker shook his head. “No, it’s not Natasha. It’s Prudence.”

Esme froze for a moment–she had almost forgotten that woman still existed.

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Her lips curled into a cold smile. “Why? Is she expecting Lady Isolde to bow and thank her for not killing her? If it weren’t for Lady Isolde’s sheer luck, she would have died when she was pushed off that cliff outside the city.”

Ryker exhaled sharply. “That’s exactly it. But the servants say Prudence somehow got hold of a dagger. She swore that if Lady Isolde doesn’t come to kneel before her, she’ll curse her–swear that she’ll take her own life and leave behind bad luck for the wedding.”

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Ryker. “You handle Lady Isolde’s ceremony. I’ll deal

“Understood.”

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reached the point of desperation–so bitter that she had abandoned even her own grandson.

she could get away

head. “Esme, the dagger was originally placed on

to reach. But Prudence could barely walk–if she had gone to such lengths to seize the blade herself, she

waved the servant away. “Leave us.”

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that her knuckles were white. She pressed the cold steel against her own throat, her eyes burning with

to me.” Her voice

paying her respects to the ancestors first. Or do you really think she should kneel before you before honoring them? You wouldn’t dare take precedence over

for a response, Esme turned and flung the

gust of icy wind swept through the room,

she walked back to the bed, grabbed the blankets, and yanked them onto the floor.

hasn’t it been

her. “You can torment me all you want. But even if I die today, I won’t let her

a joyous day. Besides, with Sadie here, you won’t be dying anytime soon.”

harder as another wave of icy air swept through

after you properly. Since I have some time before Lady Isolde arrives, I might as well clean up

rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

folding clothes, scrubbing the dust away. The movement kept her warm, but the same could

curled in on itself,

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still clutching the dagger,

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with faint amusement. What a stubborn old woman. Even on her deathbed, she clings

sweat dampened her brow, but Prudence had passed out from the cold. Her face had turned a ghastly shade of purple, but even in unconsciousness,

shallow. She won’t last

out, she plucked the dagger from Prudence’s grip, then gently covered her with the discarded

punishment–wanting to fight

that, she left quietly.

hall, Isolde was finishing her first round of bows. She would