The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 360 A Meeting with Oliver

Isolde lay sprawled on the soft training hall mat, panting heavily.

Finished

She was completely drained. Before Oliver had arrived, she had already been training for over half an hour, and sparring with him had taken another thirty minutes. It was clear–she had been neglecting her training lately. Her stamina had dropped significantly.

Oliver sat beside her, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead.

“I heard you lost your temper today,” he remarked.

“Yes.” Isolde turned to face him. “Got a problem with that?”

“Regret,” Oliver sighed.

“Regret? It’s not too late. She hasn’t left yet,” Isolde huffed.

“I regret not witnessing your moment of glory firsthand,” he teased, giving her nose a playful pinch. “What did you think I meant?”

“I thought you’d be reluctant to see her go,” Isolde chuckled.

Oliver scoffed. “I wanted her gone ages ago. If you hadn’t stepped in, I would’ve thrown her out myself.” His voice carried an unmistakable edge–his home had no place for another woman, not even in name.

“She’s still here for now, but I doubt she’ll last another two days,” Isolde mused.

“I heard Arthur had some harsh words today.”

“Hattie told you?”

“Mm.” A fleeting chill flickered in Oliver’s gaze.

Isolde propped her forehead against her hand. “Did Hattie also tell you that I had harsher words for him?”

“She said you stood up for me.”

“I’m protective.”

“Thank you.” Oliver’s smile softened, warm and genuine.

“I thought you’d blame me for bringing that up.” After all, when he was publicly rejected, he had kept his emotions in check, but she knew–he had felt humiliated.

“Blame you? Why would I? Having someone as fierce as you on my side is an honor,” he said. Having her was enough to erase any past humiliation.

Happiness glowed on his face as he gazed at her, her cheeks flushed from exertion, her eyes gleaming with vitality.

lap and

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to have blown over.

But not entirely.

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unwilling to give up so easily. She sent word, requesting to see

nothing

leaving, but before she left, she

leaving anyway, there was no harm in a last conversation.

“Go ahead. I

nothing to say to

“End things properly.”

of offending Allan?”

good to Oliver, treating him like his own grandson. He’s been kind to us–I respect that. Why offend him

I’ll go and be

grabbed a cloak, called

Hattie turned to

“I can.”

scream,

Oliver. She’s always looked down on him. She wouldn’t lower herself like that. No, she’ll hold

expression darkened. “Incense? That’s low.”

way she can stay in the

not afraid you’ll

her know the world. She thinks that if she

thing of

voice, she whispered, “Hattie, if she really has lit the incense,

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turned and left.

finished

played out exactly as Isolde had

that evening, she sent Mell to

stay. Not because she had nowhere else to go–if she returned home, she could

no hope with Johnathan, after her heartbreak and despair,

his victorious campaign in

she had never deemed worthy–was now appearing

dreams.

no longer dreamed of

was

his ragged blue robes, his defiant, unrestrained demeanor–everything