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.

entwined, Isolde rested her head on his lap and let

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

“There’s nothing to say to her.”

her mistakes and declared that she was leaving, but before she left, she only wished for a final meeting with Oliver–to settle past grievances so neither would hold

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

intention of going. But Isolde said, “Go ahead. I can already guess what tricks

have nothing to say

“End things properly.”

afraid of offending

Isolde replied calmly. “Allan has always been good to Oliver, treating him like his own grandson. He’s been kind to us–I respect that. Why offend him

found her reasoning sound. “Fine. I’ll go

called for Miniro, and left.

turned to Isolde. “Can you guess what Cristina is

“I can.”

usual–cry, scream,

She’s always 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

darkened. “Incense? That’s

the only way she can stay in the Valen family.”

not afraid you’ll make her

noblewoman like her know the world. She

thing of

Lowering her voice, she whispered, “Hattie, if she really has lit the incense, don’t rush in right away. Let’s

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Hattie turned and

finished

exactly as Isolde

she sent Mell

she had nowhere else to go–if she returned home, she could still find another marriage.

Johnathan,

returned from his victorious campaign

man she had once dismissed, the man she had never deemed worthy–was

dreams.

longer dreamed of

was

ragged blue robes, his defiant, unrestrained demeanor–everything about him made her heart