The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 382 Laughing at You

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When Arthur personally delivered Isolde to the Ministry of Justice prison, the suffocating rage he had been holding onto finally found release.

That day. Mell had rushed to inform him that Cristina had been placed under house arrest. Enraged, he hurried to the Valen estate, where he crossed paths with Isolde The mere sight of her ignited a fire within

Her arrogance, her cold indifference–she had always been the pampered jewel of the Valen family, surrounded by doting elders and deferential servants. When she saw him, she deliberately turned away, as if he were beneath her notice. Strip away her title as County Princess, and what was she? A mere fifth–rank general.

Arthur had climbed the ranks of the court, married Agnes, and was basking in his prime. But ever since Isolde entangled Cristina in her schemes, he had suffered repeated humiliations, losing face time and time

again

Secing Cristina’s pitiful state only fanned the flames of his fury. He recalled how Isolde once rode out, surrounded by an entourage, basking in her former glory. And now, standing before him was the broken ruin of his sister. His fists clenched. He swore to himself–he would rip that haughty expression off Isolde’s

face.

Leaving the Sunset Chamber, he unexpectedly ran into Ashley in the corridor. He had no reason to meet with her, but since their paths crossed, he could not ignore her.

Ashley smiled at him. “Are you here to see Isolde? She’s gone out.”

Arthur was momentarily stunned. Why would she assume I was here for Isolde?

But her next words made everything clear.

“You’re a man of virtue, are you not? If you do see Isolde, you should remind her–what kind of granddaughter doesn’t return home to mourn her grandmother? If His Majesty were to hear of such disrespect and unfilial conduct, he would be furious.”

The moment she spoke, Arthur understood. Behind Ashley’s gentle, benevolent smile lurked a blade, sharp and poised to strike. And in that moment, a trace of his own killing intent flickered to life.

Yet he swallowed it down. To accuse Isolde was to challenge the Valen family. He still hoped Cristina would receive fair treatment under their roof. So, after leaving Ashley, he sought out Margaret.

He begged her. He begged Margaret to find a better living arrangement for Cristina, to ensure she was not mistreated. He even promised that Heidi would never suffer a single hardship in the Langley household.

But Margaret’s response was a face of cold indifference. She did not even deem him worthy of a single

word.

turned

Cristina had made mistakes, but surely Pablo would not hold such a deep grudge against a mere

woman.

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death of her.”

Arthur, already fierce, now became an

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with a single–minded fury, so much so that, for a fleeting moment, he was tempted.

was not entirely reckless. Agnes was not the real enemy–Oliver and Isolde

returned to

this was fate handing

and filial disrespect above all else. So, Arthur waited. And when Prudence’s funeral passed without

Isokle–venomous, reckless, and treacherous–was finally

to the

iron bars, watching her as she was led inside, hoping to see fear

simply sat on the damp straw, lifted her head, and looked at him with the same

as always.

she

be proud of now? Do

Isolde laughed.

that laughter, at the way she gazed at him as though he were

are you laughing

“I’m laughing at you. At a so–called Baron who behaves like a petty, gossiping village wife. At a man who preaches morality while indulging in filth and corruption. At a fool who has blindly walked into Ashley’s trap without even realizing it. And above all, I’m laughing at the fact that, even though I sit behind these bars,

at her, but her words gnawed at the edges of his thoughts. Had he

is clear. But you… you should be afraid. After all, someone must take the fall for this. And if it isn’t me, it will be

Arthur spat,

be so sure! Isolde flicked her sleeve, her smile almost dazzling in the gloom of the prison. “Because if

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