The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

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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.”

get hungry later. Sit, eat with me. Keep me

while.”

hesitated, then nodded. “Alright,

coat, fetched another bowl,

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for a thousand coins, and I entered the Langley household as your servant. From then on, I trained alongside

tough. Following me, you never got the good life, never advanced in rank, never even started

Geoffrey’s mention of

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

taken care

his bowl, eyes narrowing. “What

my health worsens by

and rest.

some nourishing food from the market. Have

“I will.”

he could barely keep anything down. He vomited often, sometimes even blood. Still, any food he

Geoffrey let out another quiet sigh. “I wonder if she’s cold

his heart clenching. The Ministry of Justice’s prison is like an ice cellar. They only give hard buns and spoiled oatmeal to eat. Just thinking about

muscle twitched in

One is for the court, the other… is for Peyton.”

As he reached the door,

“Harlan,”

Harlan turned. “What?”

him steadily. “It’s cold

stepped outside, and closed the door behind him,

Geoffrey sat still, his face calm. Yet behind that composure,

idea that this fleeting farewell, this casual remark, might be their

busy. Harlan waited half an hour before he

you here? Is something wrong?” Peyton asked

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brows lifted. Maybe it’s for the best. He neeils

Then I’ll

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acknowledged with a wave, but just as Harlan reached the door. Peyton suddenly shouted after