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.”

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

while.”

“Alright, I’ll have

document into his coat, fetched another bowl,

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I arrived, too. My father wold the for a thousand coins, and I entered the Langley household as your servant. From then on, I trained alongside you?

Following me, you never got the good life, never advanced in

at Geoffrey’s mention of this life. The words

one day I go before you, I’ll make sure your

is taken care of.

eyes narrowing. “What

worsens by the

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

the letter, pick up some nourishing food

“I will.”

for Geoffrey, but he could barely keep anything down. He vomited often, sometimes

another quiet sigh.

They only give hard buns and spoiled oatmeal to eat. Just thinking about it makes me sick. Can we get something to her? Even just a cup of

twitched in

“Deliver the letter. One is for the

letters and rose to leave. As he reached the door, Geoffrey

“Harlan,”

Harlan turned. “What?”

him steadily. “It’s cold out. Wear something

nodded, stepped outside, and

still, his face calm. Yet behind that

fleeting farewell, this casual remark, might be their

Peyton was busy. Harlan waited half an hour before

What brings you here? Is something wrong?” Peyton

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wave, but just as Harlan