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The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 188
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Chapter 188 A Formal Greeting

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Doug stared in disbelief, his mind racing. She's truly lost it. When did she start thinking like this? He snapped.

“Don’t even think about it. Tomorrow, I'll send you straight back to Argentum. If you go off looking for the King or

Queen Mother, | swear, I'll break your legs.

He truly believed she had gone mad. But, even more unbelievable, just two days later, there he was, sitting

beside Isolde in a carriage heading back to Argentum.

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Over the last two days. Isolde had spent every night digging on the mountain, her fingers battered and bleeding

by the end of each session. She wasn’t even using proper tools, but when she found clothes or objects, she dug

them out with her bare hands, terrified of damaging what was hidden inside. By the tshe was done. Doug

had realized something-this girl, who once claimed she didn’t want to marry Oliver, had secretly been in love

with him all along

She had thought herself unworthy of him, that after returning from the estate, she didn’t deserve someone like

him. Doug sighed inwardly. The more he thought about it, the more he understood. The feelings had always been

there-hidden beneath that pride of hers.

During these two days, Doug had secretly investigated the Zloimond army. They were only a few thousand

strong, and even counting the provincial troops, the total force didn’t exceed ten thousand. And those provincial

soldiers? They were formidable, but not overwhelming by any means.

A few years back, when the Queen Mother was absent from Argentum, the Northern Desert and Thalvinar had

repeatedly invaded. While it had only been small skirmishes, the King had been kept busy, gradually loosening

his control over the regional lords. The result? Ambitious men like Kamari had seized the opportunity to expand

their influence.

Kamari’s father had been the elder brother of the late King, entrusted with Zloimond'’s territory. Kamari inherited

that title, but his temperament was nothing like his father’s. While his father had been a kind and humble man,

content with his position and grateful to the court for granting him Zloimond-a rich, fertile land with access to

rivers and trade routes-Kamari, with wealth and power, had begun to nurture dangerous ambitions.

He now believed that Zloimond's prosperity, bolstered by the monarchy, should make him the King. This year, he

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had begun gathering soldiers, recruiting strategists, and inciting the populace by claiming the court was

overtaxing them, further fueling discontent.

Doug snapped out of his thoughts when Isolde’s eyes fluttered open, her body shifting slightly. He asked, “Would

you like something to eat?”

Isolde looked up, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. “I'm not hungry.”

Doug frowned, noticing how pale she looked. “You haven't slept in two days, and you barely ate anything. Here,

drink swater. He handed her the flask.

Hattic, Hazel, and Vincenzo had stayed behind at the inn, following Isolde’s instructions to continue searching.

Aside from the coachman and the two of them, no one else was accompanying them on the return to Argentum.

Isolde took the water and drank a few deep gulps before setting the flask aside. She rested her head on the soft

pillow, trying to relax, but the fire in her eyes was still burning.

Doug sighed softly. “I didn’t know you cared for Oliver this much.”

w but firm. “Don’t worry. I'm fine. |

Isolde remained silent for a moment, then spoke quietly, her voice low

Mon,

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won't fall until the vengeance is done.”

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Her resolve was unwavering. She would not stop until she avenged him. But her greatest concern was whether

the King would actually send troops.

After a pause, she turned to Dong. “Do you think you could convince the King to send troops?”

Doug's face tightened in thought. “It won't be easy. Even if | manage to convince the King, there's no way you'll

be allowed to go. So don’t get your hopes up.”

Isolde’s hands clenched beneath her long sleeves, her knuckles turning white. “Whether | go or not doesn’t

matter. I'll find a way to follow them. All | care about is getting Kamari’s head and reclaiming my wedding

dress.”

Doug gave her a pointed look. “If the King sends troops, it'll be Pablo or Harrison leading them. Both have the

necessary authority and prestige for an internal conflict. Even if Pablo leads the army, you won't be going.

Understand?”

Isolde nodded quietly, her gaze never leaving him.

Doug looked at her, concern written all over his face. She wasn’t merely consumed by grief or rage-there was

something else brewing inside her, something he couldn't quite pin down. This child, whom he had watched grow

up, now seemed like a stranger with plans of her own.

Midway through the journey, Isolde, frustrated with the slow pace of the carriage, insisted on switching to

horseback when they stopped at an inn to feed the horses. Doug reluctantly agreed, and they rode on, with

Isolde pushing the horse forward with determination.

Doug noticed that she had lost weight, her frlooking even smaller than before, but she still carried herself

with the scommanding presence. When she cracked the whip and urged the horse on, it was as if she had

transformed into a general, preparing for battle.

He was momentarily stunned. Isolde has really grown up.

As they raced toward Argentum, they passed by General Kolton on the road. Kolton didn’t recognize Doug, and

Isolde, riding at full speed, only gave him a fleeting glance. Her exhaustion had changed her appearance so

much that Kolton didn’t recognize her. And with her pale face and weariness, the resemblance to Prunella was

also much less striking.

When they arrived in Argentum, they were greeted by the sight of white lanterns hanging at the entrance of the

manor. Isolde thought for a moment that Prudence had passed away. But then, Ryker stepped out of the door, his

face calm as ever, though a flicker of relief seemed to hide behind his expression.

“Isolde’s back?” he asked in a neutral tone.

Isolde studied him coolly. “Prudence is dead?”

Ryker shook his head. “No, it’s Priscilla.”

Isolde was surprised. Priscilla? She died so quickly?

As they walked inside, Ryker filled her in on the recent events-Harlan’s troubles, Prudence’s confession. her

stroke, and the conflict between Vance and Priscilla over the Sharp family dowry. He told her how Bryant had

killed Priscilla in the end.

After hearing the story. Isolde’s eyes becicy, her rage simmering beneath the surface. She entered the

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Pearl Tower slowly, sitting down with a cup in hand, her gaze burning red as she asked, “Prudence said my

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mother was cut open to bringinto the world?”

Ryker nodded somberly. “Yes, Geoffrey never returned in time, so they buried Prunella hastily.”

Isolde’s chest tightened with pain. My mother went through the storment that | did. She suffered just like |

did her life ripped apart by those who wanted to control us.

Her thoughts churned with fury. Not only did I suffer at Prudence’s hands, but my mother-before me- had also

been torn apart by the speople.

She could feel the fire of vengeance raging within her. The pain, the grief, and the anger from Oliver's death

mixed together, threatening to consher completely.

“Change my clothes,” she said coldly. T'm going to Blesertin. Make sure Prudence is taken care of.”

Ryker hesitated. “Noelle and Britney aren’t here. Ill call the other maids to help.”

Isolde turned her sharp gaze toward him. “No need. I'll bathe in cold water. You go and find out what medicine

my mother took when she was pregnant with me. Bring it to me, and brew it. And | want you to add one more

thing to it.”

She raised her voice. “Leonis!”

At her call, Leonis darted in from outside, and she immediately pulled him into a tight hug, stroking his little head

as she whispered, “Good boy. We'll go out soon.”

Her resolve was clear-vengeance was coming. And she would stop at nothing to make sure that justice for her

mother, and for Oliver, was finally served.

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