The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

1921 Thu, 10 Apr

The Swordswornard’s Revenge Story after rebirth

Chapter 381 He Must Save His Daughter

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Harlan fel a pang of loss upon hearing that Geoffrey was resigning from office. He had always known that Geoffrey longed for the battlefield–he was a warrior at heart, and a warrior’s soul never strayed far from the

But he never expected that the battle of Zloimond would be Geoffrey’s last. He was only in his forties.

Harlan silently prepared the writing tools and stood beside Geoffrey, grinding ink, Geoffrey watched him for a moment before chuckling. “You’re nowhere near as good at this as Prunella

“Who could compare to Lady Prunella?” Harlan replied with a small smile. “It’s hardly something I can compete with.”

Geoffrey’s expression softened with a quiet smile, his face lined with the marks of time, yet illuminated by a warmth that spoke of old memories. “No one in this world could ever compare to her.”

Harlan said nothing, only continued grinding the ink, though his mind wandered to Isolde’s predicament.

When the ink was ready, Geoffrey set his brush to paper. But as he wrote, he suddenly said, “I’m feeling a liule hungry. Do you still remember how Prunella made sesame porridge?”

“I do. She taught me once.

Harlan was not particularly skilled in the kitchen, but there were always a few dishes he had mastered.

“How did she make it?”

“You roast the sesame until fragrant, then add a few peanuts and roast them as well. Grind them finely- finer the better–so the porridge turns out silky smooth. Oh, and you must add a little grains. Without grains, it won’t thicken properly.”

“Now you’ve made me crave it. Go on, make some for me.” Geoffrey grinned.

“Alright, I’ll get to it. Harlan wiped his hands and stepped out of the room.

Outside, the snow had begun falling harder. A gust of wind hit him, biting through his clothes, and for some reason, his heart felt inexplicably heavy.

This winter was unbearably cold.

By the time the sesame porridge was ready, Geoffrey had finished writing. The sealed document sat on the

table.

“Come, let’s eat first, Geoffrey said. “Then, you can take this to Peyton and have him deliver it to the court.”

I’m not hungry. I’ll take it now.”

not hungry now, you’ll get hungry later. Sit, eat with me. Keep me

while.”

nodded. “Alright, I’ll have a little.”

document into his coat, fetched another bowl, and sat down to eat with Geoffrey.

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him. It was winter when I arrived, too. My father wold the for a

Geoffrey sighed. “You’ve had it tough. Following me, you never got the good life, never advanced

at Geoffrey’s mention of this life. The

reminiscing, Geoffrey said, looking at him earnestly. If one day I go before

taken care

eyes narrowing. “What

hand dismissively. “Nothing. It’s just… my health worsens by the

to take your medicine and rest. You’ll recover,” Harlan said firmly.

the letter, pick up some nourishing food from the market. Have the kitchen prepare it for me.”

“I will.”

anything down. He vomited often, sometimes even

quiet sigh. “I wonder if she’s cold in there.”

of Justice’s prison is like an ice cellar. They only give hard buns and spoiled oatmeal to eat. Just thinking about it makes me sick. Can we get something

in Geoffrey’s

is for the court, the other… is for

As he

“Harlan,”

Harlan turned. “What?”

“It’s cold out. Wear something warmer.”

Harlan nodded, stepped outside, and closed the door behind him,

his face calm. Yet behind that composure, his

had no idea that this fleeting farewell, this casual

busy. Harlan waited half an hour before he

you here? Is something wrong?”

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for the best.

I’ll take my

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just as Harlan reached the door. Peyton suddenly shouted after