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.”

distance, smirked as he saw Isolde emerge.

watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smile curling

person’s downfall always lay in their weaknesses. And Isolde’s weakness was her stubbornness, her inability to yield. Had she been more flexible, had she known when to bend, she wouldn’t have brought this disaster upon herself.

steps light and victorious. Removing Isolde meant

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her arrest quickly spread to the Langley and Sharp

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them to remain silent–to not alarm

tell Natasha. But staying

Rosemary into the fold.

pleading on her behalf, challenging his decree. His verdict was swift–if anyone else dared plead for her,

struck terror into the court. No one else dared to intervene.

But when he heard how the King had reacted, he panicked and rushed

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

hearing the news, he let out a deep

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

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

other way?”

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.

been for a while now,” Harlan

into the

today.”

is freezing.

atop a mountain, encased in ice through the long months. The winds howl, strong enough to strip a man to the bone. If you walk too long outside. your

muttered, fetching a cloak to

cold.

the estate,” Geoffrey continued, as if lost in memory. “No heated floors, just charcoal braziers. One winter, the doors and windows were sealed too