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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handle Lady Isolde’s ceremony. I’ll

“Understood.”

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purpose. She knew Prudence had reached the point of desperation–so bitter that she had abandoned even her own

did Prudence really think she could get

only an old servant inside, her face full of unease. When she saw Esme, she immediately lowered her head. “Esme, the

had gone to such lengths to seize the

servant away. “Leave us.”

walked up to

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

to me.” Her voice was hoarse, laced with venom.

do you really think she should kneel before you before honoring them?

and flung the doors and windows wide open.

wind swept through the room, instantly stealing its warmth.

back to the bed, grabbed the blankets, and yanked them onto

Why hasn’t it been changed?” she asked mockingly.

want. But even

thing to say on such a joyous day. Besides, with Sadie here, you won’t be dying anytime soon.” Esme’s tone was light, but her eyes were cold.

of icy air swept through the room.

looking after you properly. Since I have

rolled up her sleeves and

kept her warm, but the same could

on itself, and she sneezed violently, over and over.

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fingers, still clutching the dagger, were growing stiff

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

Prudence had passed out from the cold. Her face had turned a ghastly shade of

won’t last much

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

the worst kind of punishment–wanting to fight

that, she left

finishing her first round of bows. She would soon pay her respects to both