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.”

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

while.”

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

the document into his coat, fetched another bowl,

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wave of nostalgia washed over him. It was winter when I arrived, too. My father wold the for a thousand coins, and I entered the Langley household as

me, you never got the good life, never advanced

frowned at Geoffrey’s mention of this life. The

one day

is taken

eyes narrowing. “What are you saying?

my health worsens by

and rest.

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

“I will.”

he could barely keep anything down.

out another quiet sigh.

be,” Harlan murmured, 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 it makes me sick. Can we get something to her? Even

muscle twitched in

the letter. One is for the court, the other… is for

he reached the door, Geoffrey suddenly called out to him.

“Harlan,”

Harlan turned. “What?”

steadily. “It’s cold out.

Harlan nodded, stepped outside, and

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

had no idea that this fleeting farewell,

the courthouse, Peyton was busy. Harlan waited half an hour

Is something wrong?”

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Maybe it’s for the best. He neeils to

Then I’ll take

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wave, but just as Harlan reached the door. Peyton suddenly