The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 190 Finally Meeting.

Prudence writhed in agony on the bed, scratching at her body and face with frantic hands. Soon, her skin was

covered in angry red scratches, blood trickling down her neck and face. She gasped and growled through gritted

teeth, her eyes full of hatred, fixated on the distant figure of Isolde, who was already walking

away.

“You wretch...” She screamed with all the strength she could muster, her voice raw and filled with rage.

The servant, seeing the blood, rushed forward. “Prudence, please, stop scratching, you're bleeding””

Prudence forced herself up, only to collapse back down in exhaustion. Her lips were torn open, blood flowing

from the corners of her mouth, but the burning itch that consumed her entire body-starting from her feet to her

head-could not be relieved. It felt like every inch of her skin was on fire.

The itching, however, wasn't just discomfort-it was excruciating, especially on her face. The spots where the

medicine had spilled were swelling up, and the pain was unbearable, sharp like fire, gnawing into her bones. No

matter how hard she scratched, she couldn't reach the itch, and it drove her close to the edge of madness.

From the main house, faint, tormented growls and shrieks could be heard. The servant hurried to fetch a doctor,

who quickly advised a cleansing procedure and prescribed an antidote.

“Increase the dosage... Prudence hissed through clenched teeth, her body trembling with pain. “Keep it going for

several more days.”

Meanwhile, in the Pearl Tower, Isolde was preparing herself. She was heading to the Sharp family.

“Isolde, they've called a doctor for her, Ryker entered the room, his expression neutral.

“Let them,” Isolde replied, inspecting her exhausted reflection in the copper mirror. “Even if they've called a

doctor, it won't matter tomorrow.”

Ryker chuckled darkly. “Indeed. The poison | gave her isn’t so easy to neutralize. Even if they manage to

counteract it, she'll suffer for quite stime-itching down to the bone. It’s pure agony.”

Isolde smirked. “Every day, | want her to suffer. Twelve hours a day with no peace, no relief. But as much as |

want her to suffer, I'll let her live. Just enough to prolong her torment.”

“Honestly, | think it'd be kinder to just kill her,” Ryker said with a shrug.

“Die so easily?” Isolde’s voice was cold as ice, her eyes hardening. “Not after everything we've been through.

No, we'll make her suffer as we did, for every wound, for every tear.”

She piled on a heavy layer of powder, covering the fatigue on her face. She didn’t want Garrett and Natasha to

see her looking so worn.

“Prepare the carriage,” she instructed. “I'll change into something more presentable.”

Isolde usually preferred simplicity in her attire, but she wanted to make a good impression. She wanted Garrett

and Natasha to see her at her best, at least to spare them the sight of her looking too downtrodden

As she opened the wardrobe, she noticed that her clothes had already been taken. The dress she had worn

earlier had been left to air out but had likely been picked up by the maids. Her wardrobe was never full, and

since she had been sent back to Windermount, only two sets of clothing had been packed for her-now

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The carriage stopped in front of the imposing gates of the Sharp family

Ryker pulled back the curtain. “Isolde, we're here”

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Isolde stepped out of the carriage and gazed up at the grandiose gates of the Sharp family estate. Two mighty

stone statues stood guard on either side, and as the gates opened, two guards appeared.

As the carriage halted, one of the guards stepped forward and said, “Apologies, but Great Marshal Sharp is not

seeing anyone today,”

Garrett had returned to Argentum, and his door was closed to all visitors-countless guests waited in line outside,

their carriages lined up down the street, all hoping for an audience with the Great Marshal.

Garrett's reputation among the military was unmatched; even the current leaders, Pablo and Harrison, had once

been his fierce subordinates. So it made sense that the Great Marshal would not entertain anyone, no matter

their rank or station.

Still, the visitors came, bringing with them loads of gifts-an endless procession of items meant to curry favor.

Their manners were impeccable, but Garrett was simply overwhelmed.

Thus, no one was allowed in, regardless of their status.

Isolde approached the guard, speaking politely. “Sir, could you please let him know that it’s....

The guard waved her off dismissively. “Go back. Go back. Great Marshal Sharp won't see anyone.”

Isolde gave another bow. | understand. Then would you kindly relay a message to him? Tell him that his

granddaughter, Miss Langley, has cto pay her respects.”

The guard hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure. He studied her closely. “Miss Isolde Langley? You are

Isolde

Ryker stepped forward, nodding. “This is Miss Isolde Langley.”

The guard, young and unfamiliar with both Prunella and Isolde, didn’t immediately recognize her. But Isolde’s

nwas well-known-she was a legend in the Sharp family.

The guard, cautious and not wanting to make a mistake, said, “Please, wait here. I'll go inform the Great

Marshal.”

He hurried inside and made his way to Natasha's chambers, where Eand Noelle were already gathered.

“Natasha, the guard said, catching his breath, “there's a woman outside claiming to be Miss Isolde Langley.”

“Miss Langley?” Natasha, having just taken medicine for a burning stomach, slowly stood up, her body weak but

her mind alert. “Is she really here? Where is she?”

“She's outside. Should | have Ego check for you?” the guard asked.

Eand Noelle immediately rushed out, and before long, they returned with Isolde in tow.

As Natasha stood on the stone steps, supported by a servant, she saw Isolde approaching with graceful steps.

The moment Natasha caught sight of her, tears welled up in her eyes.

The figure before her, dressed in a green gown, walked with the seffortless elegance she had once seen in

Prunella. The grace in her step, the light in her eyes, it was all too familiar-Isolde was the spitting image

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blurred Natasha's vision, and she threw her arms open, her lips trembling, but no sound cfrom

When Isolde saw her, something sharp and aching pierced her chest, a pain she had never expected. She: ran to

Natasha, throwing herself into her arms, choking on the word, “Grandmother.

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Snowy... Natasha wailed, her voice breaking as she clung to Isolde. The grief that had been bottled up for so long

exploded in one painful moment. She sobbed into Isolde’s shoulder, her hands rubbing the girl's back with

desperate energy. “It's all my fault! | should have never left you there alone at the estate! | should have taken

you with me, I shouldn't have abandoned you!”

Her cries were full of anguish, as if years of suffering had finally erupted all at once.

Around them, everyone else wept silently.

Natasha's daughter-in-law, hearing the cries, rushed over to find Natasha holding a young woman and crying

uncontrollably. She understood instantly who this was and stepped forward to offer comfort.

“Don’t stop me! Don’t stop me! My poor daughter, she leftonly this treasure!” Natasha's grief was so intense

that she fainted, her body collapsing into Isolde’s arms.

Overcwith her own sorrow, Isolde crouched on the ground, her hands covering her face as she sobbed

uncontrollably.

Esme, her eyes red, rushed forward to embrace Isolde, choking on her own words. “It's alright, it's alright, don’t

cry. Everything bad is over now. It’s all behind us.”

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