The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 333 My Lady Is Fading

He was far too drunk to even think about bathing.

Isolde had no choice but to send everyone out and use warm water to wipe his face and body.

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The chamber had built–in heating walls. Isolde opened the small vent in the fire wall, allowing the warmth from the charcoal–burning stove in the corridor to flow inside. With the doors and windows shut, the room quickly grew cozy.

These heating walls and channels had originally been constructed under Margaret’s orders, meant for William’s wedding. The craftsmanship was impeccable–so long as the fire burned strong, the warmth would never cease.

As the room filled with heat, Isolde undressed him.

His clothes reeked of alcohol, undoubtedly drenched from spilled drinks during the feast. Even the usual scent of sunken wood incense was completely overpowered.

She wiped his upper body clean and sat on the edge of the bed, covering his abdomen with the quilt. Her gaze drifted to his iron arm.

The design was intricate, an astonishing feat of engineering in Isolde’s eyes.

She had once worried most about where the prosthetic met his severed limb, but seeing how effortlessly he moved it, she had gradually set those fears aside. Now, up close, she still didn’t fully understand how it worked. The connection point had strange, claw–like extensions–reminiscent of an octopus–that clung to his shoulder, keeping the arm perfectly in place. It didn’t budge an inch.

Looking even closer, it almost seemed like veins had grown around the interface.

Of course, that wasn’t the case.

But she had no idea what material it was made of. It even seemed to change color at times.

She reached out and gently traced his thick, dark brows, sighing softly. “Tonight is our wedding night… and you’re passed out drunk.”

Tucking him in, she stood up and glanced at the untouched wedding feast on the table. She was hungry, but she had no appetite anymore.

A knock came from the door.

“Lady Isolde, Esme sent some cake. Has Oliver woken up?” Hattie’s voice was low.

“He hasn’t. Maybe we should skip it.”

“No, Esme insisted he must eat.”

Isolde opened the door, expecting Esme but finding one of the old house matrons instead.

She carried a tray with a bowl of cake, craning her neck to peer inside. “Oh my, the General’s fast asleep? Well, this cake is meant for him to feed you.”

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everyone should rest.”

to take the

“Alright, then. You should rest soon as well.”

cake inside, she

Finished

I’ll cover the first half, and she’ll take the second. Come, let’s get you out of these clothes and into

water.”

had considered skipping the bath–too cold, too tired, and

or bathe first?”

at the cake. “That’s not for

Hattie smirked. “Miniro said that before the General got drunk, he ordered some food to be kept warm for you. He planned to eat with you when he returned. Since he’s out cold, you

eat?” Isolde asked.

a

eat with

“That wouldn’t

forced to drink tonight. Still, after looking forward to this day for so long, she couldn’t help but feel a

relented. “Alright, I’ll

away and replaced with steaming

flicker, the moment felt dreamlike. She still couldn’t quite believe it–she had really married

at her.

sigh?” Isolde

did.” Hattie was busy devouring her food,

since we started preparing for

be good from now

it will be.” Isolde clinked her cup

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hurriedly finishing their meal,

Hattic. “No need to keep

can do. Tonight may not be

anything will happen.”

Finished

It won’t hurt to be cautious. Besides, I’m not sleepy. It’s just a couple of hours–Hazel will relieve

couch outside. The heating wall reaches there, so it won’t

it. Now get to bed. You’ve been up for too

shut the door and turned to look at

treats–candied fruits and nuts, half–crushed

brushing broken pieces

dead to the world, not even stirring as she

she climbed into