The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

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The Swordswoman'’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 39 Everything Is Mine

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Just as Isolde had predicted, the night passed without incident. Dinner was simple but not lacking-one meat dish,

one vegetable, and a bowl of mushroom soup.

She slept soundly. The bedding was not from her mother’s time, yet resting in a room where Prunella had once

slept brought her an unexplainable sense of peace.

Isolde had never known what Prunella looked like. From the estate to the Duke's manor, she had never once

seen a portrait of her mother.

At Belleview Manor in Windermount, sof the older women would try to describe Prunella’s appearance to

her.

But country folk lacked poetic words. They would simply say, “She was beautiful. Her eyes were eyes, her

nose was a nose.”

Yet weren't everyone's eyes just eyes, and noses just noses?

No matter how she tried, she could never piece together a clear image of her mother’s face.

But that night, in Montlins Manor, she dreamed.

She dreamed of a woman dressed in soft cyan silk, walking toward her with quiet grace, sitting by her bedside,

and gently caressing her face.

The sensation was so vivid, so real, it surpassed the realm of dreams. She saw a face-gentle, kind, and filled with

boundless affection.

When she woke, her pillow was damp with tears. She tried to recall the woman's face, to hold onto it-but like

mist dissolving in the morning light, it slipped away, leaving only a hollow ache.

She sat in bed for a long tbefore finally rising.

Jacqueline entered, smugly announcing, “Isolde, Milton and several officials have arrived. Mrs. Langley says that

if you're awake, you should go out and greet them.”

The haze in Isolde’s eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp gleam. “Milton? What's he doing here?”

Jacqueline smirked. “It’s an official holiday today, and Mr. Blackwell happens to be on standby at home, so he

invited a few officials to the estate for a summer retreat.”

Isolde nodded, rising. “Prepare my washbasin. I'll be out soon.”

The guests included Milton Blackwell and his wife, Samiyah, along with General Joshua Cortez and his wife, Civil

Affairs Commandant Freddie Foster and his wife, Valiant Colonel Declan Murray and his wife, and lastly, Tyler, the

High Magistrate of Argentum-who had calone.

The first five were known to be Milton’s subordinates.

But Tyler's presence took Isolde by surprise.

In her past life, Tyler had been known for his integrity-an honest official who avoided political entanglements and

rarely attended social gatherings.

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closer?

Matilda smiled warmly. “Isolde, cgreet our guests.

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Isolde stepped forward to bow, but Tyler stopped her. A County Princess holds a noble title. It is we who should

bow to you.”

With that, he respectfully clasped his hands and inclined his head.

Isolde swiftly responded, her tone sincere, | don’t dare accept such courtesy. Tyler is an esteemed official, at

guardian of the people. It should be | who pays respect to you.”

Tyler's eyes flickered with approval. County Princess, your composure is admirable. Despite your youth, you carry

yourself with dignity and righteousness. You are indeed awesom

She had heard these words countless times in both lives.

She had never witnessed her father’s legendary might firsthand, but for those who had known him, he was

unforgettable.

Speople, even in their fall from grace, still commanded deep respect.

At Tyler's remark, the wives of the generals stepped forward to greet Isolde.

Most of them were not particularly beautiful, but they were dressed in luxury.

Milton’s wife, Samiyah, was an exception-dark-skinned, with sharp, narrow eyes and unruly brows that gave her

a fierce and aggressive look.

Standing beside the burly but seemingly good-natured Milton, the contrast between them was stark.

Samiyah was not only coarse in appearance but broad-shouldered and heavyset. The expensive silk draped over

her did not add elegance-instead, it only amplified her crudeness.

Once greetings were exchanged, Michelle stepped forward with a bright smile. “Isolde, as the hostess of this

estate, it is only fitting that you entertain our esteemed guests. Since the ladies have taken the trouble to visit,

why don’t you show them around? Eleanor and | will accompany you.”

Isolde’s smile did not falter. She lowered her gaze in a polite bow. “If the ladies don’t mind the rustic simplicity of

the manor, | would be honored to give you a tour.”

She whistled. Immediately, Leonis cbounding in. She scooped him up in one arm and smiled. “Shall we?”

Samiyah wrinkled her nose. “You're always carrying that filthy dog. Doesn't it disgust you?”

Eleanor tugged on Samiyah'’s sleeve, subtly signaling her to stay quiet.

With a small army of maids trailing behind them, the group set off through the estate.

The June heat was already oppressive, even in the early morning.

Luckily, Montlins Manor was built at a higher elevation, allowing for occasional breezes. However, mosquitoes

were an inevitable nuisance in such wild countryside.

Joshua Cortez’s wife, Talia, waved a silk fan in irritation. “What kind of wretched place is this? The

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mosquitoes here are ridiculous! I've already been bitten several times”

Declan Murray's wife, Deborah, chuckled. “You have such delicate skin-of course the mosquitoes love you The

sun is only going to get worse. We should find sshade and burn smugwort to drive the bugs away. Let's

sit down and have scoffee”

Samyah turned abruptly to Isolde, snapping,

why didn’t you prepare anything in advance? You knew we

were coming! Shouldn't you have had mugwort and repellent pouches ready?”

Isolde’s demeanor shifted Gone was the courteous host-her face hardened into icy disdain. “Are you out of your

mind? You knew you were coming to the countryside and didn’t bring your own repellent, and now you're

blaming me? If you got bitten, that’s your own damn fault

Samiyal’s face twisted with rage. “What did you just say? Is this how you speak to a guest?”

“Who invited you?” Isolde retorted. “If you don't like it, leave. I've already done more than enough by humoring

you this far.”

Ever since Milton beca general, Samiyah hadn't heard such blatant disrespect. Her face twitched with

anger, her muscles stiffening as she pointed a trembling finger at Isolde. “And who do you think you are?” she

snapped. “Daring to behave so insolently in front of all these ladies? I'll see to it that you get the discipline your

father clearly failed to provide!”

“Try me. Isolde responded, her voice cold as steel.

Before the tension could escalate further, Michelle swiftly stepped between them, raising a hand to keep them

apart. She turned to Samiyah with a soothing tone. “Don’t be angry. Isolde’s not targeting you-her quarrel is with