The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

“Wait… this pocket farm–can it respond to my thoughts?” Eliza frowned, glancing around the expanded space.

All she’d wanted was a few bookshelves. Yet the entire space had transformed dramatically, almost as if it had evolved due to some hidden trigger. She mentally retraced everything she had done leading up to the change, but came up empty.

If the farm could evolve once, it could surely do so again. Next time, she’d pay closer attention.

She made her way back to the cabin–no, not a cabin anymore. It had become a towering loft.

Inside, the structure was now split into seven levels, each with distinct purposes,

The first and second floors were dedicated to medicinal herbs and poisonous compounds. The first floor held all manner of medical ingredients, with workbenches for grinding, brewing, and writing prescriptions–all fully equipped, from inkstone to paper, ready for use. The second floor mirrored the layout, except its shelves were filled with toxic substances,

It was obvious these two levels were crafted for her–to aid her in mastering both medicine and poison.

The third and fourth floors were a library. The third contained books she had personally brought in, but the fourth… those books seemed to belong to the pocket farm itself. A strange force barred her from reading many of them, like a restriction placed on her current abilities.

She climbed to the fifth floor–and stopped dead.

Suspended from the rafters were rows of iron

cages.

Most were empty, except one, Sophie.

She had woken at some point and was now writhing helplessly inside the tightly bound, but she was conscious–barely.

cage. Her

eyes

were still blindfolded, and her limbs

Sophie’s breath caught as she heard the footsteps. Is it her? Is it Eliza? She was on the verge of losing her mind.

She couldn’t remember the last time she ate, or had a clean drink of water. Every time she started to regain some awareness, Eliza would force her to ingest more of that drug–never lethal, but strong enough to knock her out. Over and over.

Even now, she could feel herself unraveling.

Kneeling in the cage, Sophie wept uncontrollably. As the footsteps drew closer, she bowed her head toward the sound and pleaded, her voice shaking with desperation. “Please… please let me go. I don’t want to die.”

A sharp pain snapped through her scalp as someone grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and pulled the gag from her mouth.

“My mother died because of your mother, didn’t she?” Eliza’s tone was chillingly calm.

Sophie’s body went rigid.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Her voice cracked. She coughed several times, her throat raw from disuse, barely able to speak.

“You don’t have to keep lying,” Eliza said coolly. “I’ll find the proof soon enough. And when I do, you’re coming with me–to the grave.”

Sophie clenched her teeth. “I told you–I don’t know anything. You can kill me, it won’t change that. And anyway… you can’t

kill me.”

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