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.

his lap and let out a long breath. “Morning court tomorrow?”

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to have

But not entirely.

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

refused outright. “There’s nothing to

but before she left, she only wished for a final meeting with Oliver–to

anyway, there was no harm in a last conversation. He sent word to Oliver, asking him to

I can

to say

“End things properly.”

are you afraid of offending Allan?” Hattie asked.

always been good to Oliver, treating him like his own grandson. He’s been kind to us–I

“Fine. I’ll go

a cloak, called for Miniro, and left.

soon as he stepped out, Hattie turned to Isolde. “Can you guess what Cristina is planning?”

“I can.”

scream,

looked down on him. She wouldn’t lower herself like that. No, she’ll hold her head high and make a grand accusation. If I’m not mistaken,

expression darkened. “Incense?

the only way she can stay in the

afraid you’ll

she doesn’t believe I will. A pampered noblewoman like her know the world. She thinks that

thing of

pondered for a moment before beckoning Hattie closer. Lowering her voice, she whispered, “Hattie, if she really has lit the incense, don’t

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point.” Hattie turned and

finished

out exactly as Isolde

that evening, she sent Mell to buy aphrodisiac

else to go–if she returned home, she could still find another

had no hope with Johnathan, after

campaign in Zloimond, he suddenly seemed….

she had once dismissed, the man she had never deemed

dreams.

no longer dreamed

was Oliver.

robes, his defiant, unrestrained demeanor–everything about him made her heart race.