The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 395 Embarrassing Words.

Nicole blushed. “Stop it. There’s nothing certain yet—you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

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Isolde smiled. “Tomorrow, when I enter the palace for my audience with Queen Mother, I’ll bring it up the princess.

Nicole’s emotions wavered between excitement and anxiety.

It wasn’t that she thought too lowly of herself, but given her family–her disgraceful parents and her brother’s reputation–who in Argentum’s noble circles would take her seriously?

Yet still… she couldn’t help but hope.

The next morning. Isolde woke early.

with

“You could sleep in a little longer. Esme urged. “Queen Mother has other consorts to receive first. You won’t need to be there immediately.”

“I couldn’t sleep anyway.” Isolde admitted.

She hadn’t rested well–her dreams had been muddled, and her mind was restless.

Noelle prepared warm water for her to wash, while Esme applied a light powder to mask the dark circles beneath her eyes.

“How does your chest feel today?” Esme asked.

“Better. Oliver left me medicine. I took one last night and woke up feeling less suffocated.”

“Good. Take another after breakfast,” Esme instructed.

Isolde chuckled. This medicine is rare. I shouldn’t waste it.

“Your health is more important. If we need more, we’ll find a way,” Esme said firmly.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take another dose.”

After breakfast, Isolde swallowed another pill before setting off.

the palace, she only brought Esme along. Hattie and Hazel

affairs.

“Queen Mother will see

you,” Isolde said.

look better today. Oliver was so anxious when he came seeking medicine for you–Queen

warmth. “I will. Thank

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“Understood.”

instead of the expected ten–minute wait, it was fifteen

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morning as well. Rowena explained, but her attendants claimed she was unwell and had summoned an imperial physician. She will arrive later. The other consorts have now left. Queen Mother is ready for you”

nodded and followed

sat at the head of the room. draped

nibbling on snacks. At Isolde’s arrival, Catherine

forward, kneeling. “Your Majesties, I greet you both. May you

father’s

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

have been as sharp in recent years, but once, he

but said nothing. Some people, no matter how often corrected, never learned the art

come to express my gratitude for Your Majesties‘ kindness and

is cold. And oh, you poor thing–no parents left, and

hesitated, unsure how to respond to such blunt

said, waving

again and took her seat.

at her, pale as a ghost. Haven’t been sleeping, have you? So tragic.

developed a newfound sense of compassion in recent years, but her words had yet to catch up with her

bowl. “Queen Mother prepared

early this morning, knowing you’d be coming. Drink while it’s

at Thelma gratefully. “Thank you,

Thelma said

this about? Are you ill?”

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