The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 416 A Dream

Clark let out a sigh as he finished reading the letter, then handed it to Isolde.

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She took it gently–it wasn’t long, just a few pages of parting words and carnest instructions. Four lines stood out: he urged Oliver to treat her well, spoke of her future on the battlefield, and offered bits of advice. from his own hard–earned experience. At the end, he made one final request: to be buried beside Prunella.

There were a few lines for Clark as well, mostly guidance for his career. But beneath all the advice, you could feel the final warmth of a man reluctant to let go of the world.

Isolde’s eyes turned red. She looked up toward the flickering firelight and managed a smile. “When I came back from the manor, I wanted so badly for him to like me. I tried so hard to please him. I toned down my wild ways, studied etiquette like a proper noble lady of Argentum… but in the end, it was only at the moment of his death that I truly received his love. Still, I got what I longed for. He said he only wanted to be buried beside Prunella. Maybe that means he doesn’t really care where it is, as long as she’s there?”

Clark didn’t object this time–not because of the letter, but because of what Isolde had said.

Isolde had waited until Geoffrey’s final moments to be loved by him. And Geoffrey, even in death, had still been thinking of her. He probably wouldn’t have wanted to be far from her, even in the afterlife. As for the ancestral grave… maybe it was just a formality. If he could rest eternally beside the one he loved, and watch over the daughter he had never truly let go of, what else really mattered?

Clark found his thoughts drifting. Sadie’s face surfaced in his mind, and his heart warmed.

If he could live and die with the one he loved, nothing else in this world really mattered.

He looked up at Isolde and said softly, “Isolde, if they stay stubborn tomorrow, let’s bring Father and Mother back to Montlins Manor right away.”

Isolde’s eyes shimmered. “Alright.”

The three of them shared a quiet smile. Though tinged with sorrow, it felt–for the first time–like peace. Maybe this was the best outcome after all.

“If we’re really taking them back to Montlins Manor,” Oliver said, “shouldn’t we send someone ahead to start preparing the burial site?”

Clark shook his head. “No need to rush. Let’s wait and see what happens tomorrow. If they still refuse, we go. But if they give in… maybe that was Father’s wish all along. Maybe he did want to return to the ancestral grounds.”

Isolde had already made up her mind to leave, but she nodded. Clark had a point. They needed to see it through.

They talked a while longer, drank a bit too much, and soon the haze of sleep began to settle over them.

Oliver remained awake. He helped Clark lie down and rest, then gently pulled Isolde into his arms.

She was so exhausted, she drifted off almost instantly.

much time passed when suddenly the flap of the tent rustled open.

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in a jade crown, with striking features and

a deep red silk gown embroidered with butterflies and winding clouds, delicate and graceful,

mother in life, but she’d memorized the portrait, stared at it for

said, smiling through her tears. She stepped forward and took Isolde’s hand.

She was afraid–afraid if she spoke, the vision

gently turned and led her forward

feel cold. She followed in a daze, glancing between the woman leading her

Was she dreaming?

light, the world around her fading into

Prunella released her hand. Isolde panicked and reached for her–grasping at air.

“I’m right he

came from

She looked up.

”

ahead.

jujube tree, smiling at her with

broke down,

were so close. But

blurred her vision. Only their smiles remained, bright and clear. Then, hand in hand, they

be here,” came their voices from afar.

Isolde cried out, helpless.

She couldn’t move.

moon hung cold in the sky. And in the jujube grove, a gentle

“Isolde, Isolde!”

voice pierced the darkness, anxious

opened her eyes and saw

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slowly, disoriented. “It was… a