The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 137 A Slap

Clark walked out dejectedly, his head hanging low.

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The young page was puzzled. He had cto the Parliamentary Library to beca chief librarian, yet now he

was an Imperial Scholar-Apprentice and still seemed utterly dissatisfied. Wasn't this a great honor?

The page, assuming Clark didn’t understand, asked, “In the Parliamentary Library, an Imperial Scholar-

Apprentice is highly respected. Why aren’t you happy?”

Clark managed a smile, one that was more painful than tears. “Happy? Of course, I'm happy,” he said, his voice

lacking conviction.

The page chuckled, “That doesn’t look like happiness.”

Clark fell silent and allowed the page to lead him. As the introductions continued, Clark, distracted and

disheartened, hardly remembered anyone’s name. All he could focus on were the looks of disdain from the

others.

The resentment from the scholars was palpable. It was especially strong because Clark had entered through the

back door-he hadn't even needed to take an exam. So from the very start, the others treated him with

contempt. They looked down on him, sneering whenever they got the chance.

As the day wore on, Clark grew increasingly disheartened. He felt a hollow ache in his chest, the weight of his

unworthiness sinking in. He was supposed to be an Imperial Scholar-Apprentice, but it all felt like an undeserved

gift, not an achievement.

Meanwhile, Geoffrey had left early in the morning with Vance’s people to go to the magistrate’s office. Tyler was

there, and Geoffrey discussed the situation, having Priscilla and the others meet with Braden.

Upon seeing her injured son, Priscilla was beside herself with worry, rushing forward to hold him and crying out

desperately.

Braden pushed her away, turning to Prudence with tears streaming down his face. “Grandmother, please help

me. | don’t want to stay here. Getout of here.”

Prudence felt the familiar pang of sorrow, but she kept her composure. “Why didn’t you cclean to Geoffrey

last night when he cto see you?”

Braden sulked. “All he had to do was getout! Why does he keep asking so many questions? Is the Duke of

Blackmoor not capable of gettingout? He's always boasting about how powerful he is, yet here | am.”

Prudence was taken aback by his arrogance, still so defiant even after everything that had happened. Her face

hardened. “So what if he’s the Duke? The testimonies from the others are against you. If you don’t speak up, no

one-not even the princess-can help you. “Do you think the High Magistracy of Argentum is just any small town

magistrate’s court? The magistrate there is a prince, and you think the Duke can walk all over him?”

Braden'’s face fell as he remembered the earlier interrogation. He had been so arrogant, t would get him out of

trouble. Now, the fear of the situation finally hit him.

ing his title

He grabbed Prudence’s arm desperately. “What should | do, Grandmother? | don’t want to stay here. Please,

getout.”

Tears flowed freely from his eyes, his previous bravado crumbling away in the face of real fear. What he had

nut on earlier as a nerformance was now raw emotion-he was truly scared

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Priscilla, heartbroken, rushed to clean his face, wishing, away his trarred our Sexbog, Yolour Sche please do

something”

Prudence, maintaining a stern tone, said, “Tell Geoffrey everything, that happened the righe Wall Sigure our a

plan for you?

Braden nodded vigorously, agreeing to do whatever Prudence vald,

Relieved, Prudence turned to Vance, “Go get Geoffrey

Geoffrey returned after a short while, and Braden, under the watchful eyes of Prudence, bubby conteret

everything that had transpired the previous night.

Although Geoffrey had already guessed much of it, hearing Braden shamelessly recount his scheming, against

Clark, without an ounce of remorse, made Geoffrey's Blood boil. He was ready to slap vsense

into him.

After listening, Geoffrey remained silent, turned on his heel, and walked out without saying a word

Braden, indignant, jumped up. “What's the meaning of this? What was that all aboutt

“Geoffrey is probably going to see Tyler, Prudence replied coolly, though she too was displeased Geoffrey's

silence, his lack of any words after hearing such a confession, was beyond disrespectful

About half an hour later, Geoffrey returned.

“How did it go?” Prudence asked, her tone filled with restrained displeasure.

Geoffrey sighed heavily. “I spoke with Tyler. It's impossible to clear him of everything, but the charge of

misconduct with the woman is more serious, especially with the poison found on the table. So, Tyler suggested

that we settle with Kameron and Jocelynn. “We can offer them silver, apologize-whatever it takes to get them to

retract their accusations. As for the drugging, since Clark didn’t make a formal complaint, it will be considered a

prank. However, the fight... if Kameron agrees to compromise, Braden will be the only one to bear the

consequences”

Priscilla interrupted. “The fight? He won't have to go to prison, will he?”

“If we petition for mercy, it's possible he'll only serve one to three months. The situation isn’t dire,” Geoffrey

replied.

Prudence’s face darkened. “So, he still has to go to prison?”

Geoffrey shrugged. “This is the best we can do.”

Braden, angered, protested, “This is no solution! The best solution is that | don’t go to prison!”

Prudence took Geoffrey aside and whispered, “What if we offer Kameron money to take the blame?”

Geoffrey shook his head. “Mother, bribing the High Magistracy of Argentum is useless. Th Tyler's leniency.”

already

“Well, then what about getting Kameron to take the fall?” Prudence asked again.

“Would Kameron even agree to that?” Geoffrey said, sounding doubtful.

Prudence smiled faintly. “It’s all about the money.”

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Geoffrey sighed. “The Duke of Blackmoor is wealthy, but would he be willing to have his son sent to prison for

the sake of money?”

Prudence grew more agitated. “You keep saying this won't work and that won't work! Then tell me, what will?”

Geoffrey, looking at Prudence, said quietly, “If it were up to me, I'd let him sit in prison for a while to reflect.

Maybe after this, he'll realize his mistakes and stop acting so recklessly. Maybe he'll learn not to make such

foolish decisions.”

“What did he do wrong?” Prudence asked coldly, her gaze sharp.

“Conspiring against his own brother. Isn't that enough of a mistake?” Geoffrey replied. Prudence’s eyes

darkened. “People do what they must for their future.”

“And you think that justifies it? Using deceit to climb the ladder? No, that’s not how we do things here,” Geoffrey

replied sharply. Prudence fixed him with a hard look. Then, with a cold laugh, she said, “So, do you not believe

Xavier's words anymore?”

“I do believe him, but I don’t think it applies here,” Geoffrey replied firmly. “I made my way here through hard

work, not by stepping on others. You think if Clark hadn't gone to the Parliamentary Library, Braden would have

had a future? Look at the mess he’s made. Even if he becomes an official, he'll just be a corrupt

one.”

With a sudden movement, a slap landed on Geoffrey's face.

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