The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Caroline was Eliza’s mother.

Eliza was taken aback by Magnus’s unexpected familiarity in mentioning her mother.

She’ll thought his decision was based on respect for his late father, but it seemed it was due to her mother’s influence. Still any opportunity was better than nonr

“Please, Your Majesty, show me the way, Eliza said, bowing her head.

Magnus stood, walked over to her, and handed her the imperial decree. “Lately, the southern parts of the land have suffered constant natural disasters, and the people are struggling.

“It weighs on my heart. We need someone who will genuinely pray for the country and its people

“Tim willing!” Eliza replied without hesitation.

But he merely smiled and shook his head. “Willingness alone won’t cut it. The abbess at Saint Grace Nunnery on Mount Westin is a woman of great virtue and kindness. If she agrees, I grant your request

Understood. Thank you, Your Majesty Eliza said, grateful

“Don’t thank me just yet. If the abbess doesn’t give her blessing, I won’t make an exception,” he added with a wry smile.

Magnus waved his hand, “Go on now. I’ll be waiting for good news”

At this point, Eliza had no other option.

No matter what lay ahead, as long as it meant escaping the Stonor family, even if it meant facing fire and brimstone, she was ready for it.

Just as she turned to leave, the young emperor called after her. “Wait”

Eliza paused, turning back in confusion

Seeing the expression on her face, Magnus’s eyes flickered with a complex emotion.

But he said nothing and simply added. The journey to Mount Westin is long. If you’re heading there directly, have James Gray arrange a carriage

for you

At hearing this. Eliza’s expression softened slightly. Thank you, Your Majesty, Il trouble Lord Gray”

“No trouble at all, Luly Eliza. This way, please,” James said, gesturing her out

After Eliza left, a young guard behind the king couldn’t help but mutter, “Does Lady Eliza not feel the pain?”

No wonder she wants to become a nun, and doesn’t want her family to know. How tragic the guard thought to himself.

Magnus simply replied, “You can see a person’s face, but never their heart.”

Just as he spoke, a low, slightly raspy voice interrupted. “And whose heart is it that you’re failing to understand this time, Your Majesty!”

as striking—a tall, lean man with silver hair flowing loosely over his shoulders. It was none other than Prince Regent Nolan

Magnus had just sat down, but upon seeing Nolan, he immediately stood to greet him, a broad smile on his face. “Uncle Nolan, what brings you here so early today!*

“I nearly time for the royal audience, so it’s not that early” Nolan Bennett said, handing over a scroll. “The surrender letter from the defeated Dommeland amved–seems their envoy made a mistake and sent it straight to my place.”

Afterward, Nolan had ordered the Darmeland to send the surrender letter promptly. But for some reason, either out of fear or foolishness, they