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.”

out to take

You should rest soon as

cake inside, she found Hattie waiting.

Finished

to bed. Hazel and I will take turns keeping watch tonight. I’ll cover the first half, and she’ll take the second. Come, let’s get you out

water.”

had considered skipping the bath–too cold, too

first or bathe first?” Hattie asked.

cake. “That’s not for eating.”

General got drunk, he ordered some food to be kept warm for you. He planned to eat with you when

eat?”

a little.”

eat with

wouldn’t be

drink tonight. Still, after looking forward to this

relented. “Alright, I’ll join you.”

cleared away and replaced with steaming hot dishes. Hattie even brought some warmed

dreamlike. She

at her. “Why

sigh?” Isolde blinked.

was busy devouring her food, clearly starving.

sigh. Ever since we started preparing

from now on.” Hattie raised

it will be.” Isolde clinked her

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hurriedly finishing their meal, they

Isolde turned to Hattic. “No need to keep watch. Go

Tonight may

anything will happen.”

Finished

won’t hurt to be cautious. Besides, I’m not sleepy. It’s just a

the couch outside. The heating wall reaches there, so it won’t be cold.”

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

the door and turned to look

wedding night treats–candied fruits and nuts,

she shifted him to clear them away, brushing broken pieces of dried

the world, not even stirring as she moved him.

was tidy, she climbed into bed,