The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

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Esme carefully arranged Isolde’s hair, murmuring, “You must take care of yourself. Oliver needs to show some restraint–he’s so strong, and yet he still managed to hurt his waist. That’s no small matter.”

Isolde’s face flushed. “Esme, what are you even saying?”

“As long as you understand.” Esme patted her shoulder knowingly.

Isolde turned and shot Oliver a resentful glare, but he only grinned smugly, utterly pleased with himself.

Today, Isolde was dressed in a brand–new crimson gown, embroidered with intricate twin branches symbolizing eternal union. Her hair was adorned with the elaborate headpiece from her bridal dowry, its brilliance leaving no doubt about her noble status. With her poised elegance, she truly looked every bit the dignified lady of the house.

Before stepping out, she donned a luxurious fox fur cloak, a gift from Natasha, which perfectly complemented her refined makeup. She was the very image of a noble bride.

Oliver, too, was clad in red today. His tall, well–built figure made any attire look good, but in the vivid hue of celebration, his striking features became even more dazzling. Despite the softness of his appearance, his bearing still exuded the commanding presence of a warrior–graceful yet unruly, polished yet untamed. Isolde found herself momentarily entranced.

They walked out hand in hand.

By the time they arrived at the main hall, most of the elders had already gathered, with only a few stragglers yet to appear. They were, at least, not considered late.

At the head of the hall, Allan and Heidi sat in the center, flanked by Pablo and Margaret. Across from them were Vance’s uncle and aunt, along with other relatives seated in two neat rows. Isolde quickly estimated–at least thirty people had assembled.

Agnes sat beside Margaret, her expression grim. When Isolde entered, Agnes merely cast her a glance before pointedly looking away.

Unlike the previous day, there were no kneeling cushions on the floor, meaning she would have to kneel directly on the ground for the ceremonial greetings.

Oliver leaned in and whispered, “These are only immediate family members. More will likely arrive later. But my father said we don’t have to greet everyone–only those seated here.”

The head housekeeper motioned for the maids to enter, each carrying a tray in their hands.

“Alright, it’s time for the newlyweds to pay their respects!” she announced with a warm smile.

As Esme spoke, the sound of firecrackers erupted outside, signaling the start of the ceremony.

Oliver led Isolde forward and knelt before Allan and Heidi. Together, they said in unison, “We pay our respects to our grandfather and grandmother.”

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it to Allan. “Grandfather, please have

figure, gave a

took the coffee, sipped it, and then placed it back onto the tray, signaling his attendant to present Isolde’s gift–a pair of flawless jade bangles,

you,” Isolde said politely, accepting the gift with both hands before handing it to Esme to

to kneel before Heidi.

similar age, Heidi’s attire was much more subdued.

presenting the coffee. “Grandmother,

stiffened slightly. She studied Isolde for a long moment before finally reaching out to take the cup.

the waiting maid, presenting Isolde with a

haven’t drunk the

a small, forced smile. “It’s fine. The sentiment

more, though he

before Pablo when a servant suddenly burst into the hall.

up in alarm. Arthur?

his parents, several esteemed elders from their clan, and a retinue of attendants. Their

meet them. “Father, Mother,

said nothing,

demeanor remained respectful as he properly greeted Allan, Pablo, and the other senior members

already humiliated by being forced into concubinage, and now you seek to take her life as well? If you do not give me a proper explanation today, I will take this matter before His Majesty himself and see to

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landed on Isolde.

calmly. “I