The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth Chapter 63: Prunella + Pearls

Geoffrey sat in stunned silence, struggling to grasp the gravity of Xavier’s words. After a long pause, he asked, “What do you mean by a great calamity?”

Xavier spoke gravely, “There are signs. This death-bringing soul—its curse strikes the parents first; the mother suffers first, followed by other women in the household. With Prudence absent, it will fall on the stepmother and the eldest sister. Finally, it will be you, Geoffrey. If you don’t take precautions, your reputation will be ruined, and you may even die in a foreign land.”

Geoffrey’s face paled with fear. From what he knew, Xavier had been absent from Argentum for a while, yet somehow he knew the family’s secrets—how could he possibly know that the stepmother and Michelle had been affected if it wasn’t for some warning?

Xavier continued with a sigh. “You must act soon. Either marry her off quickly, or send her back to Windermount. The death-bringing soul, once it’s tasted blood, will always hunger for it. If you send her away before it escalates, there might still be a chance.”

Geoffrey’s voice lowered in dread. “She has already killed someone.”

Xavier’s face paled in shock. “In that case, Geoffrey, you must urgently find her a match. Do not seek a prestigious family—she needs someone with a dark aura, preferably a butcher. If you don’t, it will be hard to contain the disaster she might bring.”

Geoffrey stared at Xavier, his mind racing. “Earlier, you said Prunella’s soul is unsettled. Did she send you a dream? What did she say?”

Xavier exhaled deeply, shaking his head. “No, it’s not a dream. It’s a sign. I divined it. When a soul cries, it means it is restless.”

“She cried?” Geoffrey’s heart clenched at the thought. When he had married Prunella, she had cried heavily on their wedding day, unable to part with her parents. After entering their new home, she cried more, and he wiped away her tears, promising to be her husband for life, vowing never to make her cry again.

When Isolde returned, Harlan had just escorted Xavier out of the Duke’s estate. Isolde recognized Xavier—she had encountered him several times in her previous life. When she returned to the Langley family, he was there to greet her. In her room, he had drawn some bizarre symbols, and she could hardly believe that her father, an invincible general who once slew enemies on the battlefield, could be so superstitious. She’d heard he became that way after her mother passed away. She paid extra to Xavier and made him promise to help her mother rest in peace.

In Isolde’s past life, she had never considered Xavier a good man, seeing him as a charlatan using supernatural beliefs to swindle money. And now, seeing him again, her suspicions were reignited.

Standing before Harlan, Isolde asked, “Who is this man?”

“This is Xavier. He came to see Geoffrey,” Harlan replied.

Xavier looked at Isolde, his gaze narrowing. He didn’t speak, but his air was one of arrogance, as if expecting Isolde to approach him and show respect. However, Isolde merely acknowledged him with a slight nod and entered the building without sparing him a second chance. Her coldness exceeded his expectations.

Chapter 63: Prunella – Pearls

Xavier sighed, shaking his head. “The aura of death around her is quite powerful. If she doesn’t learn humility, it will only bring greater calamities. Now, as her power rises, I fear it will only worsen. Please convey to Geoffrey that he must act swiftly.”

Harlan didn’t believe in such superstitions, but he didn’t challenge Xavier either. “I’ll pass the message along. Please, be on your way.”

Afterwards, Isolde emerged from behind a wutong tree, blocking Harlan’s path. She had overheard Xavier’s words.

Whether in her first life or the second, she had always found it difficult to understand why her father had been so cold to her. Even if her mother had died in childbirth, he should have gotten over it after a while. But for more than a decade, he had never let go of that bitterness. And now, he was actually believing in these so-called death omens.

“Did you overhear?” Harlan asked, giving her a sidelong glance.

“I just wanted to hear a story,” Isolde smiled, linking her arm through Harlan’s. Without waiting for him to protest, she led him back to the Pearl Tower.

Harlan had never liked Isolde before. She had returned from the manor a shy, timid girl, with none of her mother’s fiery spirit. Prunella had been full of energy and confidence, and it seemed none of that had passed down to her daughter. But after watching Isolde’s recent behavior, Harlan had begun to see a different side of her—one that was bold, almost ruthless when she needed to be. So, he didn’t mind when she acted headstrong now.

Once inside, Harlan gestured for her to sit down. “There’s something you should know.”

Isolde didn’t just want to hear a story. She wanted to learn the truth, especially about her mother’s death. She had suspected from the moment she returned from Montlins Manor that her mother’s death was no accident. Sure, the complications of childbirth played a part, but there had to be something more.

She dismissed the servants and personally poured coffee for Harlan. “Harlan, tell me everything—everything I should and shouldn’t know. This is important.”

Harlan looked at her for a moment, then sipped his coffee. He seemed lost in thought for a while before finally speaking. “This goes back to when Geoffrey married your mother, Prunella. It wasn’t an easy courtship. Prunella came from a military family, and Douglas, Garrett’s trusted subordinate, was a match for her. Back then, the Langley family was nothing compared to the Valen family today; Prunella had many suitors. Still, she chose your father, Geoffrey.”

Isolde’s eyes widened. She hadn’t known this part of the story. My grandfather wanted Prunella to marry Oliver’s father?

“Your mother was stubborn,” Harlan continued. “When Garrett tried to force her into a marriage with Douglas, she didn’t back down. She tied Garrett to a wedding carriage and insisted on marrying Geoffrey. Of course, Garrett didn’t want to lose his only daughter, so he eventually gave in. But when Geoffrey accepted, your grandfather came to your father with a knife, threatening to kill him if Prunella was wronged.”

Isolde laughed at the thought of her grandfather’s fiery temperament. “That sounds like him.”

“But the real problem came later,” Harlan said with a grin. “Your grandmother disagreed with the marriage. She said Geoffrey had already been promised to Miss Blackwell, a woman from the Blackwell family. Your father had no idea about this betrothal.”

Isolde sat back, stunned. That was the woman her father was originally promised to before her mother? The past seemed even more complicated than she had imagined.