At the victory banquet, I used the arrow he gave me to pierce the throat of that "heroic" marquis.

He shot me off my horse for another woman. I woke from a coma with no memory of him—but I remembered everything else. A forgotten name, a broken promise, and a truth too terrible to bear. At his father's triumph, I didn't come for the feast. I came to deliver my final arrow. Revenge is a dish best served cold… and sharp. ========== #manhwa #rebirthromance