The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Betoth

Chapter 380 I Shall Submit a Memorial

Oliver faltered. “You’re still thinking of him… Have you stopped hating him?”

Frished

Isolde let out a bitter smile. “Hate! Resentment! Of course. But in the end, he is my father. And in Zlomond, he did save my life. Even without that, he is a general–just like us. A general’s fate should not be one of disgrace.”

“But if we don’t expose the truth, you’ll suffer for it. I can’t bear to see that, Oliver sighed.

“I’m not afraid of suffering. In this life and the last, have I not endured enough? Just this once, listen to me- no pleading, not from you, not from my master. This will pass, in time.”

Oliver’s heart clenched. When they married, he had vowed she would never shed a tear, never endure hardship under his watch. But now? Mere days into their marriage, he was already failing her.

He gently cupped her face, his eyes dark with sorrow. “Alright. I’ll listen to you. But don’t worry. I’ll make ⠀⠀sure justice is served,”

Isolde forced a smile, trying to make it look reassuring. Yet her eyes turned red with unshed tears.

Oliver pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly it was as if he could shield her from the world. “How can I let you bear this alone? I wanted to beat Arthur senseless and get thrown in with you. We swore to share joy and suffering together,”

“No. Absolutely not.” Isolde pushed away, blinking back tears. “I don’t know how long I’ll be locked away. What if Grandmother passes while I’m still inside? You must visit her for me, talk to her, remember everything she says, and tell me when I return.”

That was her greatest fear. When Esme had suggested fleeing, she had considered it–running until her grandmother was gone, then returning to accept her punishment.

But if she fled, the King’s wrath would only intensify, and his vengeance would fall on the Valen and Sharp families. If her grandmother learned of it, it could be the final blow to her fragile health.

go to the palace. I’ll beg the Queen Mother for medicine. I promise–your grandmother will hold on until you return.” Oliver wiped away her tears.

“Alright. Alright. Isolde quickly brushed at her face. “It’s time. I have to go.”

Oliver took her hand. “Then let’s go together.”

as he saw Isolde emerge. He raised his hand.

Ashley watched the scene unfold, a satisfied

her stubbornness, her inability to yield. Had she been more flexible, had she known when to

steps light and victorious. Removing Isolde meant eliminating her

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urging them to remain silent–to not alarm Garrett and Natasha, and most importantly, to not plead

But staying

in turn, brought Johnathan and Rosemary into the fold. Alongside

so many were pleading on her behalf, challenging his decree. His verdict was swift–if anyone

struck terror into the court.

the news from Geoffrey. But when he heard how the King had reacted, he panicked and rushed to inform

His injuries had mostly healed, but lingering ailments. from his wounds still plagued

let out a deep sigh.

do?” Harlan asked anxiously. “The Ministry of Justice’s prison is no place for Isolde.

thought. “There is nothing to be done. Defying an imperial decree–it was bound to

other way?” Harlan’s heart

There is no other way.” Geoffrey stepped outside. Snow had begun to fall, blanketing the world in white. He stared at it for a moment, dazed. “It’s

been for a while now,” Harlan answered. “Come

prison before.” Geoffrey continued walking into the snow, his voice distant. “It’s as cold as

today.”

freezing. How will Isolde survive it?”

winds howl, strong enough to strip a man to the bone. If you walk too long outside. your ears

exaggeration,” Harlan muttered, fetching a cloak to drape over him. “But yes,

cold.

memory. “No heated floors, just charcoal braziers. One winter, the doors and windows were sealed too tight. She nearly suffocated in her sleep…