The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 310: It’s Not Some Useless Ornament

Isolde looked at him and smiled. “Thank you!”

Oliver was at a loss, unsure how to respond. He still felt he couldn’t make himself clear, no matter how he tried. Isolde said softly, “You should leave now.”

“No,” Oliver shook his head.

Isolde gently urged, “Just go. I’m fine. We’re about to get married. Nothing can come between us.”

“Isolde, that’s not what I meant,” Oliver sighed, seeing the distant look in her eyes. “I don’t know how to explain it to you. I just… it bothers me that you did so much for him.”

Isolde looked at him seriously. “That’s not the issue right now. I want to know how many times you’ve been to a brothel.”

“Never,” Oliver lowered his gaze.

“The truth!” Isolde pressed.

Oliver turned away. “I have been there before, but I just had a drink and left. The deputy commander took me there. Nothing happened.”

“So what if you’ve been there? What’s there to hide? I have no right to be upset. I was married before,” Isolde said, lowering her head.

Oliver frowned. “You’re angry.”

“I’m not,” Isolde denied.

Oliver said, “You are.”

Isolde said calmly, “Yes, I am. But I’m angry at myself for being blind and foolish.”

Oliver felt a tightness in his chest and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Isolde took a deep breath and gently pushed him away. “You should go. I’m afraid I might say something I’ll regret. I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

Oliver said, “I won’t leave. I won’t say anything. I’ll just sit here with you. And if you don’t want to see me, I’ll wait outside.”

“No, I’m going back home.” A trace of frustration flickered in Isolde’s eyes.

Oliver looked at her, slowly lowering his hands, still unsure what to do.

Isolde let out a quiet sigh and hugged him first. “I’m really fine. I won’t trap myself in negativity at a time like this. Marrying you makes me happy, and I’ll find a way to cover up that mark.”

“Right now, I don’t care about anything else. The only thing that matters to me is whether you’re happy or not,” Oliver assured her.

Isolde smiled warmly. “That’s all I want to hear.”

In the end, she persuaded Oliver to leave, but he turned back to look at her several times as he walked away. Isolde leaned against the door and watched him go. If there had been any lingering doubts in her heart, the deep affection and worry in his gaze had erased them. She had to let all the negative emotions go. If she wanted happiness, she had to stop overthinking. Marrying him is already a blessing. Why make a fuss over it? With that thought, she felt much better.

Just then, Natasha called Isolde over for coffee, so she went. The old lady had just woken from her afternoon nap. Her attendant made some coffee and stepped outside. Isolde draped a scarf over Natasha’s shoulders and said, “It’s getting cold. You need to take care of yourself.”

“We’ll need to use the wood stove in a few days. I’m not as strong as you young ones anymore. But it’s fine. I’ll hold out as long as I can,” Natasha said, rubbing her hands together and breathing on them for warmth.

Hearing that, Isolde’s face fell. “Nana, don’t talk like that again.”

“Silly child, everyone grows old. That day will come eventually,” Natasha said with a gentle smile.

“No, you’re not allowed to say that,” Isolde pouted.

“Such a child!” Natasha laughed, leaning against the chair and giving her a sidelong glance. “You’re about to get married. You can’t be this willful.”

“Even if I become a mother, I’ll still be a child to you,” said Isolde.

“That’s true! That’s true!” Natasha laughed heartily. If that day ever came, it would be wonderful. Just the thought of it made her happy.

“Did Oliver leave?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” Isolde picked up her coffee, warming her hands with the cup.

Natasha asked again, “So the matter is settled?”

“It has to be!” said Isolde.

Natasha nodded. “Good. Count your blessings and cherish him.”

“I know, Nana,” Isolde replied.

Then Natasha took out a small box and handed it to Isolde. Isolde took it and asked, “What is this?”

“Open it,” said Natasha.

Isolde pressed the latch, and with a snap, the box opened.

“What’s this?” Isolde picked up a small copper tube that was smooth all over and with a raised cap. It didn’t look like a musical instrument, nor was it big enough to be a weapon.

“This is called Wasp Stinger,” Natasha picked it up and explained. “Your grandfather had it made for me years ago. I never learned martial arts, but he had many enemies and worried someone might harm me, so he gave me this for protection. Now that I’m surrounded by skilled guards, I don’t need it anymore, so I’m giving it to you.”

“I can’t take it. It was a gift from Grandfather. You should keep it. Besides, I know martial arts,” Isolde said. In her eyes, such a tiny tube—whatever it contained—couldn’t be a better weapon than her whip. A single strike with that, and there would be blood.

“I’m already at the end of my years. What do I need it for? Take it,” Natasha handed the tube over.

Isolde fiddled it in her hands and asked, “How does this even work? Is it a hidden weapon? Does it shoot something?”

“Press the cap,” Natasha instructed.

Isolde’s fingers brushed over the slightly raised cap. She pressed down, and without a sound, a long needle shot out from the tube—roughly the length of a sword. It was pitch black and razor-sharp.

Isolde was surprised. “How does such a tiny tube hold a needle this long?”

Natasha said, “Look closely. The needle is segmented and retractable.”

Isolde scoffed. “But even if this thing is a weapon, it’s so thin. How much damage could it do?”

“Don’t underestimate it. The needle is incredibly strong, and the tip is coated in poison. The moment it pierces the skin, it’s fatal. It’s meant for emergency self-defense.”

Isolde was shocked. “Really?”

Natasha instructed, “Press the cap again to retract it.”

Isolde did as the old lady said, and the needle swiftly withdrew into the tube, sealing itself shut, looking just like an ordinary trinket.

“Nana, have you ever used this before?” Isolde asked.

Natasha said, “Wasp Stinger has already claimed five lives. Many people wanted to kill your grandfather but couldn’t, so they tried to capture me instead. Since I had no weapons and knew no martial arts, they underestimated me. But with this in my sleeve, all it took was a single press, and in an instant, they were dead. Every person killed by this needle was a martial arts master.”

“Then this is truly a treasure,” Isolde was amazed.

Natasha laughed. “So? Weren’t you just looking down on it? And because it took lives before, it’s suddenly valuable?”

“A weapon that has tasted blood holds real power. It’s an armament, not some useless ornament,” Isolde grinned, treating it like a prized possession as she stood up and thanked her grandmother properly.