Chapter 240 “Archers, ready!” Ross barked, his voice sharp as steel the moment that agonized scream echoed from the woods Over a hundred Black Flag soldiers instantly drew their bows, arrones aimed squarely at the treeline “Wait–wan! We surrender! We surrender” Panicked voices rose from the underbrush. The ambushers clearly hadn’t expected to be discovered before the party had even entered the forest–let alone have one of their own already pierced clean through With arrows already nocked and a storm of death just heartbeats away, the would–be attackers wasted no time en fools!” Ross thundered. You dare lie in wait and lunch an ambush on the road? Get out here–now–before we cut all down!” Terrified, the would–be ambushers scrambled out from the woods, some crawling on hands and knees, white–faced and shaking Nolan narrowed his eyes at the sorry lot. “Which hill did you crawl down from? The bandit leader dropped to his knees and sobbed, “We–we were once from Onyxgrave Bastion. But the stronghold was attacked, our leader slaughtered, most of our brothers killed. Only a hundred or so of us survived. We were starving. desperate–we just wanted to steal some food, not lives. Please, have mercy–we swear we’ll never try this again!” The man’s voice cracked with fear, eyes locked on the corpse behind him–his comrade who’d been skewered through the chest by Nolan’s warning shot. That arrow had missed him by mere inches. He was lucky to be alive and knew it Nolan listened in silence, then nodded slightly toward Ross. Ross’s eyes gleamed coldly as he bellowed the single word: “Fire.” Screams erupted. The remaining bandits scattered in all directions–but the Black Flag archers were faster. Arrows flew like hail. In mere seconds, the entire bandit group lay dead. “Leave a team behind to handle the bodies, Nolan said calmly, as if ordering the weather. The rest of the comay continues.” “Strip her. Let Mr. Bradford have a good look The ambush was over as swiftly as it began. At the rear of the convoy. Isabelle and her group had no idea what had just happened. But as their carriage rolled forward. and passed through the killing ground, they saw it–the bodies, the blood, the eerie silence. Aria gasped in horror, clutching the curtain in fear. Even Isabelle’s eyes widened for a beat, but she recovered quickly. “Don’t panic,” she said coolly. They were just bandits.” Aria, trembling, could barely keep her voice steady. The Prince Regent is terrifying Miss Henderson, are you really going through with this plan? What if he kills you in a fit of rage?” “Then that’s the price I’ll pay Isabelle said through gritted teeth. “But if I don’t try. I’ll end up married off to that disgusting pig, crawling as a concubine. I’d rather die on my feet than live like that.” She would gamble everything. If she won, she could break free of the Henderson family and stay near Eliza forever. Eliza might hate her now, but she didn’t care. She would pave the road to Regent’s Manor in Eliza’s name–even if she had to crawl. If Eliza ever left the 19:40 304, 12 AP Chapter 240 numnery, Isabelle would be waiting. Let Eliza beshe main wife–she’d happily be the lesser one She’d seen right through Nolan’s feelings. Sooner or later, he would marry Eliza. That was inevitable But Isabelle didn’t believe in men. Men had always had wandering hearts, and even the most ordinary would take three i four wives. What could you expect from someone like Nolan? Rather than let him betray Eliza in the future, she would make sure Eliza saw his true nature now. Better to disillusion her early—so that if Eliza did return to the mortal world and enter his manor, she wouldn’t be crushed by heartbreak when he inevitably changed. And Isabelle would be there, her sword and shield She’d learned a lot from her years under her stepmother and half–sister–cruelty, scheming, the subtle art of survival. Eliza was too soft. Too innocent. She didn’t know how to fight for affection. But Isabelle did. She stared ahead at the main convoy, at the central carriage where Eliza rode, flanked by guards. A gust of wind fumered the curtain–and for a brief second, their eyes met. Isabelle smiled sweetly. Isabelle smiled sweetly. Eliza, expressionless, turned away and pulled the curtain shut without a word. Isabelle stared a moment longer, then let out a low laugh. “Why are you smiling like that?” Aria asked, baffled. But Isabelle didn’t need her understanding. What she longed for was something no one else could grasp. She picked up the unfinished embroidery beside her and began to stitch again.. “Miss, be careful. The carriage is bumpy–you’ll prick your fingers.” But Isabelle was already lost in her own world, smiling as she sewed. “Liza Liza Liza… She whispered her name over and over, even when the needle pricked her skin. She didn’t feel a thing By the time they reached Plutonville, it was already well past midnight. Only two more days now to Noganlul. nt to meet my future husband.” … Read More “Than Your Daughter 240” »
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hapter 239 “Getting married?” Eliza blinked, caught off guand. Isabelle smiled lightly. “Yes, my father arranged in to marry the nephew of Governor Jenson–you know, the distant cousin of the Henderson family.” Eliza frowned slightly. “If it’s a marriage.. why isn’t someone coming to escort you?” Isabelle’s lips curled with a soft sneer. “You’re adorable. I’m not going as a wife, Liza–just a concubine. Why would they. bother with trumpets and silk banners for that?” At those words, Eliza fell silent. Isabelle shrugged, her voice light as ever. “Don’t feel bad for me. I am the Chancellor’s daughter, after all. Even as a concubine, they wouldn’t dare mistreat me.” Eliza turned her head voice cold. “Who said I feel bad for you? We’re not that close.” A flash of hurt crossed Isabelle’s face. “Fine. Maybe I was being sentimental. But… Plutonville is a long way off, and my father didn’t send anyone to escort me. So, Liza, for old time’s sake–could you let my carriage travel with yours for a while? I swear, if you’re not comfortable, I’ll stay inside the whole time. You won’t even see me.” She looked at Eliza with eyes full of silent pleading. She looked so pitiful, even Aria whispered worriedly behind her, Eliza, however, didn’t even flinch. “Isabelle, stop clinging to the past. There’s nothing left between us.” She pressed her lips together, then turned and walked off without looking back. Watching her disappear, Aria panicked. “What do we do? If she refuses, won’t we be kicked off the route?” “Who says she refused? Isabelle replied calmly. Aria blinked. “Didn’t she just say-?” *You don’t know her, Isabelle interrupted. “If Eliza really didn’t want us there, she would’ve kicked us out on the spot.” She said the words so coldly… but didn’t drive them away. Liza, Isabelle thoughCt as her lips curled upward, ‘you’re still softhearted after all Half an hour later, the convoy was ready. The Black Flag troops had assembled, the supply wagons loaded, and the carriages set to depart. Nolan led the way on horseback at the very front, clad in full regalia, flanked by the Black Flag guards. Eliza’s carriage traveled in the center–surrounded for protection–while Isabelle’s modest little carriage quietly trailed behind. Just as she promised. Isabelle stayed out of sight, And just as Nolan promised, with the Black Flag escorting them, even a tag–along in the rear carriage enjoyed full protection. They traveled from sunrise to sunset. By nightfall, the convoy had reached a familiar rest post–the same one they’d used during the previous Plutonville journey. But this time, there were no assassins, no sabotage, no Sophie to stir up trouble. The road was smooth from the start. By the seventh day, they were nearly at Plutonville. 1/3 Chapter 239 And true to her wood, Isabelle hadn’t shown her face once along the way an hour. That evening with only half a day’s journey left, Nolan glanced at the sky and called out, “Tiene to hale West for heave and have dinner early. Once we’re fel, we’ll ride through the night to Mutolle Better to eat and travel late than push on hungry in the dark “Strip her. Let Mr. Bradford have a good look.” “Yes, sir,” Ross replied crisply and went to pass down the orders. Eliza, still inside her carriage, felt it come to a gentle stop. Moments later, someone knocked She lifted the curtain–it was Nolan. Eliza nodded. “Alright.” “All right” Eliza nodded and stepped out. As she climbed down, she found herself instinctively glancing toward the rear of the convoy Nolan caught the motion. He followed her gaze, then looked back with a casual remark. “Don’t worry. They brought their own rations. They won’t starve.” Eliza said nothing. They walked to the streamside and sat down. The Black Flag cooks worked fast–soon a large pot of stew was simmering over open flames. Delicious smells filled the air–but only Nolan’s bowl held meat. Eliza’s remained her usual fare: plain vegetables and soup. She ate with contentment. Nolan, however, watched her with mild exasperation. He didn’t bother trying to change her mind he’d tried before. Eliza could be unreasonably stubborn sometimes, and when she made up her mind, not even the heavens could sway her. He finished his own meal in a few hasty bites, then took her plate and fork with a grin. “I was just about to wash up anyway Give me yours.” He was always fast. Eliza barely had time to react. She held out her hand mid–bite and gave him a mock–annoyed glare. “Fine, fine. I get it. You like washing dishes. From now on, I won’t fight you for it.” Honestly, every meal was “just happened to be on his way … Read More “Than Your Daughter 239” »
Chapter 238 “Eliza, did you say… Duke of Noganlul?” she repeated, a flicker of surprise crossing her expression. Then it clicked. Of course he was the master of that apothecary whose shopkeeper had helped her. The King nodded. ‘After the drought in Plutonville, many refugees fled to Noganlul during those three hardest months. Duke Kane Valencia did not turn them away. But unfortunately, some of those refugees carried disease, and it began to spread in Noganlul” The King gave a small chuckle, though it was tinged with something more complicated. “Strangely enough, the locals who remained in Plutonville never caught anything. Before the drought, during, and even after, there was no sign of illness–but those who fled… they brought back plague.” Because of this strange phenomenon, the people of Plutonville now revered Eliza even more devoutly than before. It was widely said that the Holy Lady’s prayers had shielded them from pestilence. And since Plutonville bordered Noganlul, the tale had naturally spread there as well–prompting the locals of Noganlul to send a petition of their own. “Duke Kane has formally requested that you leave Hasen City and come to Noganlul,” said the King. “He asks you to perform a blessing for the sick and fearful. This journey may be even more dangerous than the one to Plutonville, But… Kane is a war hero, a man who’s served Bortenland with distinction. Coupled with the public petition, I couldn’t simply refuse him. I summoned you today to ask your thoughts.” Though he’d phrased it as a request, Eliza could hear the subtle undertone–he wanted her to accept. Otherwise, a matter of this scale wouldn’t be raised in a private audience. Eliza didn’t mind. In fact, she’d been wondering how to repay the King’s growing favor–and now the opportunity had presented itself. She clasped her hands together. “There is no need for Your Majesty to worry. The people of Noganlul are suffering. If the King is troubled, then as the Holy Lady, it is my duty to share that burden. To pray for the people is to pray for the nation. Only then am I worthy of the title bestowed upon me. The King looked visibly moved. Thank you. I’ll send an escort and notify Nogandul in advance. You need only conduct the ceremony as you did in Plutonville–once it’s done, you can return.” “Many thanks, Your Majesty.” As she turned to leave, the King added a bit sheepishly. “Ah… about Nolan. He may not be entirely pleased with this. Would you mind… explaining it to him on my behalf?” Not entirely pleased was an understatement. The moment Nolan learned of the petition, the porcelain cup in his hand shattered with a sharp crack, and his face darkened like a storm cloud. He immediately stood up, ready to storm the palace–but Eliza’s soft voice stoppeim in his tracks. “And where do you think you’re going?” she asked with a teasing smile. “You don’t want to accompany me on this journey? Well, 1 understand. I’ve already agreed to go, and it is dangerous–plague, uncertainty. I wouldn’t want to drag you into this.” Nolan sighed, defeated. “Drag me into this? That’s exactly why I have to go. The more dangerous it is, the less I can let you face it alone.” He stepped toward her, lowering his voice. “You are the Holy Lady now, Serenity. Ever since your name spread through Plutonville, things like this will only continue. But listen to me–next time something like this comes up. agree to it behind my back. Understood?” “Understood,” she said sweetly, batting her lashes. “So… you’re not mad anymore?” Nolan looked at her helplessly. With her like this, how could he stay angry? don’t 10:46 Sat, 19 Apr A. Chapter 218 “Tomorrow. The plague’s already spreading–Negandul must be in panic. The wonder we leave, the better? “Alright,” he said without hesitation. “You’ve just returned from the palace. I’ll take you back to Naine Grace Nunnery: 1 prepare everything tonight and fetch you at first light Once settled back at the nunnery, Eliza immediately made arrangements. She entrusted the care of the herb fields to Malaki and handed him the deed to Solacecrest Manor As the former weard of the Padilla family, Malaki was the perfect person to oversee it. She had only one instruction plant every seed and sprost she’d left behind. As for the mature medicinal herbs in the Mount Westin fields, Eliza harvested them all and left the land in Malakhand In truth, Eliza had a strong suspicion about why no one in Plutonville contracted the plague That rainfall the day after her prayer had been pure luck, but the plague immunity? That was partially her doing Before heading to ville, she’d collected medicinal herbs and sprayed them with diluted spiritual water from her pocket farm. Some were even infused with traces of her inner spiritual aura. Whether those herbs were boiled into decoctions or simply distributed, the energy in them would have spread among the people, cleansing and shielding from sickness. This time, she planned to do the same. But instead of storing the herbs in the pocket farm, the sprinkled them with spiritual water, then had them packed and loaded onto the wagons in plain sight. If she wanted to preserve her reputation as the Holy Lady, she couldn’t rely on mysterious “miracles alone. One day, that mystique would turn on her. It was better to guide people’s faith toward her medicine and her skill–toward real healing, not superstition. Humans weren’t gods. There were no gods. But humans could heal each other. Medicine could cure. That’s what she wanted people to believe in. Oh well, she told herself. ‘Can’t be too important. I’ll remember later The next day, just as the convoy bound for Noganlul was preparing to set out, a new carriage inexplicably appeared at the тенг. Eliza narrowed her eyes as she saw the passenger step down “Liza,” came a cheerful voice. Isabelle, helped down by her maid, smiled sweetly. “It’s been so long” Eliza didn’t return the smile. “What are you doing here?” she asked flatly “Don’t worry, I’m not going all the way to Noganlul, Isabelle replied with a gentle laugh. Tm just tagging along f the trip. I’ll get off at Plutonville.” Eliza frowned slightly. “What are you going to Plutonville for?” The last time she was headed there, the King had warned her Isabelle might try something. So Eliza was prepared for schemes. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 238” »
Chapter 237 “It’s no one’s fault but mine.” Eliza und coldly. Twas the afine who thought hopelessly based as you” The memory of herself, begging them with tear–streaked cheeks, now laughably parbete. just “So now,” she continued, her voice steady as steel. That want to take bark what’s mine there a problem with th He genuinely thought they could negotiate. “Yes.” Anthony cut in before Gabriel could speak Solacecrest Manor and the Orphons Building belong to Sophie now I you want them, you’ll have to trade something else.” Eliza didn’t even hesitate. “Fine. Trade it for your life, then Tina–do” Before the words had even fully left her mouth. Tina’s sword flashed Anthony was prepared this time–but that didn’t matter. Tina wasn’t holding back He narrowly dodged the fatal blow, but the second strike pierced clean through his arm and his scream echoed dough the courtyard “Eliza! Call her off!” Gabriel barked, trying to get in between them. But Eliza didn’t move, didit ees Soch When Tina drew her sword back and lunged again, Gabriel finally lost it and roared. Fine Fine Take them–both Solacecrest Manor and the Oriphoenix Building, they’re yours Even then, Eliza waited until Tina stabbed Anthony once more before she lazily waved a hand and said. That’s enough Tina. You can stop now.” Gabriel rushed forward to support Anthony, whose arm was soaked in blood, gaping wounds still dripping. His face turned nearly white from pain–or fear–and Gabriel’s own hands were shaking with fury “Eliza,” Gabriel seethed, ‘you really treat your own brother like this? Aren’t you afraid word will spread, and in ruin your holy reputation?” Neither he nor Anthony had expected Eliza to be this merciless. She hadn’t even given them a chance to talk. If he hadn caved in time, she might’ve actually killed Anthony on the spot. Eliza only smiled. “Word will spread? And who exactly is going to testify for you?” It was then that Gabriel realized the nunnery was completely silent. Empty Not a single nun in sight. Not even ap guest. In the past, they could twist the narrative however they liked. Say whatever they pleased. But now? The Stonor family’s reputation was already in ruins. And if it came down to a dispute between them and Holy Lady Eliza, who did they think people would believe? Gabriel suddenly felt a chill creep down his spine. She hadn’t just been bluffing to get her way. She’d really meant to kill Anthony He clenched his fists instinctively, a cold sweat rising on the back of his neck For the first time, Gabriel looked at Eliza not with disain, but with fear. 10:45 Sat, 19 Apr. Chapter 237 This wain’t the foolish girl he once thought he i cantpolate longer had anything left to lose man whoid been forged in fire- 96% Was it Mary who taught her this? Or Nolan‘ Gabriel didn’t care. One thing was certain Eliza had become a threat A real threat. And she had to be dealt with. “The property deeds for Solacerest Manor and Orphoenix Building are still in the family archives he said stiffly. “We’ll deliver them tommorrow. This time, Gabriel didn’t argue. He gave her one last long look, then turned and left with the injured Anthony Finally, the let out a slow exhale. “Whew Thats done” Negotiating with a fox like Gabriel required ruthless precision–every second bought was another trap he could set Fortunately, he’d brought along a liability. Anthony had actually helped seal the deal Now, all that was left was to get her hands on the deeds. She’d made up her mind from the beginning everything that once belonged to her mother–and to the Padilla family–she would take back, piece by piece. Turning, she saw Tina approaching. Eliza opened her arms and gave her a brief, grateful hug, smiling brightly. “You were amazing just now. Thank you, Tina” Tina stiffened for a moment–then relaxed. She patted Eliza’s back with her free hand. “No need to thank me. As long as helped” “Oh, it did,” Eliza beamed. “Once I have my estate and restaurant back. I can finally begin my real plans.” Mount Westin was already full of her medicinal herbs–but that wasn’t enough. She needed more land. Solicecrest Manor had fields and even a hot spring. Perhaps it would help Nolan’s condition The more she thought about it, the lighter her heart became. Especially when, just before nightfall Cabriel had the deeds sent over as promised. Eliza took them with care, her fingertips trembling slightly. She looked down at the papers–at the things that were stolen from her–and for a moment, her eyes turned red. “Why are your eyes red? Don’t tell me that bastard Gabriel sent you fake documents?” Nolan, who hadn’t yet left, frowned the moment he saw her. Eliza shook her head. “No, they’re real.” … Read More “Than Your Daughter 237” »
Chapter 236 Chapter 236 “Eliza, I don’t recall ever offending you that badly… did 12” Anthony looked at her for a long moment before cautiously. speaking. 102 Eliza’s tone was cool, her gaze edged with mockery. “Anthony, did you already forget what you just said? If you truly believed you hadn’t wronged me, why would you come all the way here to apologize and beg for forgiveness? Sounds a little contradictory, don’t you think?” Anthony narrowed his eyes and replied, “When you suddenly became a nun, Father, Sophie, and Benedict were all worried sick. As your brother, naturally I was worried too. I only used a bit of trickery to bring you back to the Stonor family–and now that I think about it, it might’ve been too much. That’s why I came to apologize.” “A bit of trickery!” Eliza laughed, incredulous. “If you really saw me as your sister, you wouldn’t have used that kind of trickery on me.” “It was just some powder to make you more obedient,” Anthony said, utterly unrepentant. “It wasn’t poison. I didn’t try to kill you. You’re overreacting. And besides, didn’t you already get your revenge?” Eliza didn’t even dignify that with a reply. Instead, she turned her head slightly. Tina.” At her call, a shadow appeared behind Anthony before he could react. Eliza’s voice rang out, calm and chilling: “Strip her. Let Mr. Bradford have a good look.” “Yes,” Tina answered coolly, already drawing her blade. “Stop her!” Gabriel snapped, lunging forward and dragging his son away just in time. Though Anthony narrowly avoided losing any limbs, Tina’s blade still grazed his arm–leaving a deep slash and sending a jolt of cold panic through him. His already pale face turned ghost–white. Gabriel gritted his teeth. “Are you insane, Eliza? This is the front gate of Saint Grace Nunnery, your sacred place of ordination! You dare spill blood here and desecrate the holy ground?” Eliza’s voice was sharp as ice. The sanctity of Saint Grace was already defiled the moment the likes of you came sniffing around. Besides, I didn’t kill him. What are you panicking for?” She turned back to Anthony, a cruel smile on her lips. “And you? Why so scared? It was just a little trick to make you behave —wasn’t that what you called it? It’s not like you’re dead. Who knows, maybe you’ll get your revenge someday too.” Her words hit harder than Tina’s sword. Anthony glared at her, hatred simmering in his eyes, but Eliza had already turned away, thoroughly uninterested. “Enough. I assume you’re not here to watch me waste time arguing with Anthony,” she said, brushing the matter off. “If you’ve got something to say, say it.” Gabriel forced his son to stand still, then looked at Eliza and said. “Yesterday’s little performance may have landed me a fall in court, but I’m guessing that only served Nolan’s interests. So let’s stop playing games. Tell me what you really want. L make a deal.” He still assumed it was Nolan pulling the strings, not realizing it was Eliza herself who orchestrated the entire scheme–for no other reason than revenge. Eliza looked at him blankly. Then she smiled. “Of course we can talk. But since you came knocking on my door, shouldn’t you be the one to show some sincerity first! That’s how a proper deal works, don’t you agree?” Gabriel’s eyes narrowed, something cold flashing in their depths. “You’ve changed, he muttered. “Ever since you left the Stonor family, every time I see you, you’re less and less like the daughter I once knew.” 1/2 Chapter 230 496% She didn’t even blink. To not your daughter annore fuit it perfectly normal that I don’t But it wasn’t normal. Not at all. tart like ones He remembered–before lier coming–of–age ceremony, she’d made him something. He crad exactly, only the look on her face–bright, eager, filled with hope. She’d been so innocent back then. remember what it was But now, looking at the cold, unreadable woman in front of him, it was like staring at a stranger. His mind snapped back to that moment. “That day–before your coming–of–age ceremony–you made something for me. Do you remember what it was? Eliza stared at him for a long moment, silent. Just as he thought she wasn’t going to answer, she gave a soft chuckle and said dismissively, “No idea. If I forgot, then it couldn’t have been that important. No point remembering now Her voice turned cold. “Are you here to negotiate or waste my time? If you’re not serious, then leave. I’ve got herbs to sort. scriptures to copy, and Nolan’s still waiting for me. Gabriel frowned, shaken. “Fine. We’ll continue.” He took a breath, steeling himself. I have three conditions. First, release Sophie from the palace unharmed. Second, quash the rumors circulating in the capital. Third, return your mother’s remain.” Eliza’s expression iced over. “One–we can discuss Two–impossible. What rumors? Everything that’s been said is true. And three–forget it. We talk about the first point, or we don’t talk at all.” Gabriel’s glare sharpened, his eyes dark with pressure But Eliza wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. She turned to leave. “Well? Are we negotiating, or are you done wasting my Gabriel’s jaw tightened, his voice low with rage. We’re negotiating” That was all she needed to hear. Eliza turned back, her voice clear and direct. “I want Solacecrest Manor and Oriphoenix Building outside Hasen City. They were gifts from my maternal grandfather when my mother first became pregnant with me. But Sophie coveted them, and you–my ever–so–fair father–and your darling sons decided to hand them over to her. Her gaze was sharp as a blade, and she smiled bitterly. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 236” »
Chapter 235 Thave one more thing Tid like to trouble Your Highness with,” Eliza said caludy. Eliza nodded. “Alright” That made Eliza chuckle. “You’re agreeing before you’ve even heard what it is?” Nolan raised a brow, his voice light but steady. “If it concerns you, then the answer is yes.” “What if I ask for something really difficult?” she teased. 06% “There are very few things left in this work that I’d consider difficult,” Nolan replied. “And even if it is one of them, I’ll still do everything in my power to make it happen for you” He spoke without the slightest hesitation, neither flippant nor dramatic, just… resolute. Eliza’s heart stirred. She pressed her palms together and bowed deeply, her tone just as sincere. “With such devotion, I will never betray a friend” To her, Nolan’s kindness–his friendship–was a debt she would repay with her life. If anyone deserved to be saved, it was him. She would cure him, no matter what it took. At her solemn vow, Nolan offered a faint smile–handsome as ever–but if one looked closely, there was a flicker of sorrow buried deep in that smile. A kind of quiet ache… because she still called him friend. He changed the subject quickly. “So, what was it you wanted to ask me?” I’d like та find Someone to teach me self–defense. A martial arts instructor.” Nolan blinked. “A martial instructor “Yes,” Eliza nodded. “I’d considered asking Tina, but she said the skills she learned were all for assassination–moves that have to be trained from childhood. They wouldn’t suit someone like me, not at this age.” She knew she was well past the ideal age for martial training. Her bones had set; her reflexes weren’t honed from youth. But she was tired of always being the one protected. Even if she only learned a few basic techniques–paired with her poisons- it would still be better than nothing. Nolan smiled slightly. “You want to learn martial arts, and yet you’re looking so far afield? In Hasen City, if I claim to be second–best in combat, no one dares claim first.” Eliza blinked, surprised. “But you already have so much on your plate.. “No matter how busy I am, I can spare time for this, Nolan replied smoothly. “And female instructors are rare. Rather than search endlessly, why not let me teach you myself? An hour a day would be more than enough.” “But the distance from Hasen City to Saint Grace Nunnery.” Eliza begat, clearly hesitant. “Making the trip daily would waste too much of your time.” “It won’t,” Nolan cut her off gently. “As it happens, my condition has been acting up again. I was planning to relocate temporarily to Holy Cross Monastery anyway–it’s much closer” The moment he mentioned his illness, Eliza’s hesitation vanished. “In that case, you should absolutely move over as soon aAS possible. That way I can recite scriptures for you daily–it’ll help suppress the symptoms” What she didn’t say aloud was this once Nolan moved in nearby, she could “accidentally lead them to discover the Bloodshade Blossom she had transplanted. Though it wasn’t mature yet, planting the idea of its existence early on would 1/3 10:45 Sat 19 APE Chapter 245 make it far easier to explain later especially when she eventually unveiled the hundred–year–old bloom she’d been cultivating in secret. Nolan caught the shift in her tone and couldn’t help but let a satisfied smirk tug at the corner of his lips. To avoid her rethinking it, he pivoted the topic once more “By the way, the King took advantage of the chaos today to strip away much of my authority. He’ll be coming to see you? Nolan’s gaze settled gently on her. “Do you want me to stay by your side!” “No need, Eliza answered. “If he still wants to get Sophie out of the palace, then today he’ll have no choice but to how his head And she had been waiting a long time to see that. Sure enough, later that day, Gabriel stood at the gates of Saint Grace Nunnery. The moment Eliza came out to meet him, he started without preamble, his voice solemn and low. “Eliza… I was wrong” The apology was immediate, and delivered with gravity. Even Anthony, standing beside him, looked shocked. Father… actually apologized?‘ he thought in disbelief. He’d expected Gabriel to come with a softer approach than usual–but not this. This wasn’t just soft. This was submission. Then it clicked. “Is Father planning to retreat now… only to strike later? Anthony stepped forward too. “Eliza, I was wrong as well. We came here today because we want to talk. We hope you can forgive us.” If Eliza hadn’t known these two like the back of her hand–if she hadn’t lived through a whole previous life filled with their poison–she might have actually believed them. She had heard these same words before. From … Read More “Than Your Daughter 235” »
Chapter 234 The moment those words left Anthony’s mouth, Gabriel lifted his gaze and gave Matthew a long, cold look. Matthew blinked, confused. “Wh–what is it. Father? That look sent a chill down his spine–he didn’t understand what he’d said wrong. But Gabriel did. His son had just watched him get publicly reprimanded, yet instead of showing any concern, he’d immediately asked whether it would affert Sophie Gabriel had been in a foul mood to begin with. Now, seeing Matthew so indifferent toward his own father, his temper ignited You th think me getting punished will affect her? She was never going to stay in the palace as a concubine in the first place, he snapped. “At best, she’ll be thrown out under some excuse. We won’t even have to bother finding a way to rescue her.” And wasn’t that the bitter trutht If it weren’t for the mess Sophie had stirred up, he wouldn’t have ended up being humiliated like this. Now that the King had turned his back–and with Nolan guarding his flank–there was no chance of the court siding with him. It was clear those two were working together to strip him of power piece by piece. But he wouldn’t make it again. To fight back, he first had to clean up the chaos in his own household–starting with Eliza. And Sophie she needed to be dragged back under his control before she did something even more reckless. With that thought, Gabriel stood from his chair. “Clean this place up, he ordered curtly. “I’m going to Saint Grace Nunnery Matthew and Anthony both shot up. “Then we’ll- “You’re not coming” Gabriel cut them off without hesitation This time, he had to try a different approach. Bringing those two hotheads along would only make things worse. But Anthony wasn’t done. “Father, I know why you’re going. That’s exactly why you should take me He stepped forward, speaking quickly. “Dylan is definitely with Eliza right now. And after the stunt we pulled. Eliza’s bound to have figured out we drugged him. If she still cares about Dylan at all, she might ask for the antidote. That’s leverage. We can use it.” Gabriel paused. He didn’t like being told what to do but Anthony made sense. After a moment, he nodded. “Fine. You Come Matthew’s face turned red with frustration. “What about me? You’re seriously not taking me?!” But the two were already walking out, neither sparing him a glance, The streets were filled with gossip and whispers, and it wasn’t long before Gabriel and Anthony–despite being dressed modestly–had rotten vegetables and eggs hurled at their carriage. And the worst part? Their guards couldn’t even catch the culprits. Every throw was followed by a quick escape into the crowd. Gabriel sat inside the carriage, stone–faced and seething. He didn’t even bother to return home to change, simply barked for fresh clothes to be brought out before ordering the carriage to head for Mount Westin. 1/2 10-49 321, 19 Apr Chapter 231 “Eliza, wait–so you were the one who arranged those people to throw rotten vegetables and eggs 96%# Eliza nearly choked with laughter as she listened to Nolan recomt the chaos unfolding across Hasen City. She was laughing so hard her sides hurt, and even the sting on her cheek from that earlier slap didn’t seem to bother her anymore “I thought it was just some hot–blooded commoners having a moment, she said between giggles “Didn’t think they’d really have the guts to actually throw things.” She’d been worried someone might get hurt, that the Stonor family’s retaliation would come down hard on those brave enough to act. But Nolan merely smiled, clearly having anticipated her concern. “Relax. I’ve stationed my people near their estate. No one will touch those townsfolk. Eliza gave him a long look, eyes warm. “You really do think of everything” But Nolan’s smile faded. He looked at her cheek–still bruised, still slightly swollen–and his face darkened. “Not everything,” he said quietly. “If I’d truly thought it all through, I would’ve never let that slap land in the first place.” He still remembered the moment he heard about it–how the fury had nearly driven him to unsheath his sword and storm the Stonor estate himself. It was only Eliza who stopped him. She’d urged him to wait to strike back where it would hurt most: in the courtroom, in public opinion, in reputation. And Nolan? He would absolutely honor her wishes.
Chapter 233 Td you all her th Whathead wheur what happened yesterday? “I definitely hinggered, ty unde saw it with his own eyes. The man’s in his seventies and still grabbed his cane to stand in front of the Holy Lady Gabriel showed him aside so hard, his cane flew off. Then he turned around and slapped the Holy Lady across the face. My uncle sans by it–saw it, lived it, no way it’s fake.” ber And all use of his illegitimate daughter, right Trying to defend her honor or whatever Oh my God. Gabriel is vervously this based? That’s disgusting” And yet this he deliberately waited until Prince Regent Nolan wasn’t around before confronting her. And they say he even tried to drag ber out of the herbal clinic If she hadn’t refused to leave, who knows what he would’ve done to her… Outrageous. Absolutely outrageous” Tim telling you, the Stonor family is out of control. Even if she used to be his daughter, how can he treat her like this now?” “And it’s not just Gabriel Don’t think for a second the rest of them are any better. The whole Stonor family has taken tur bullying the Holy Lady “Remember when Lord Dylan barged into Saint Grace Nunnery?” “Who could forger “And what about Adeline? Just because the Holy Lady followed Mary to treat Evelyn, she accused her of theft and attacked her in front of the entire nunnery. Slapped her, screamed at her–absolutely vile.” “And that’s just the stuff we know about. Who knows how much she’s suffered behind closed doors?” “But… I thought the Stonor family treated her really well before?” “Yeah, well, that was before Gabriel found his precious little love child” “Didn’t be claim Sophie was the daughter of a family friend or something? Then it came out she was his illegitimate daughter all along.” “So if you ask me, Sophie is the real reason this whole mess began.” Back at the Stonor Estate. Father, what exactly did you do yesterday!” Matthew stormed into Gabriel’s study, fury practically steaming from……ears. Anthony, seated nearby, looked up, frowning. “Matthew? What happened to you? You’ve got rotting vegetable leaves all over “What happened! Those brain–dead peasants outside are throwing things! All because of some ridiculous rumor that our entire family’s been abusing Eliza. I got ambushed the second I left the estate this morning!” He yanked a slimy lettuce leaf off his shoulder in disgust. “If Id caught the bastard who threw it. I’d have given him a beating he’d never forget” 4/3 Chapter 233 Anthony sighed “So you’ve heard too. But in all fairness, this wasn’t entirely Father’s fault. He was set up setup” “Set up By who‘ Eliza Matthew scoffed and turned to Gabriel, wide–eyed “Father, is that true? Someone tricked you?” Gabriel didn’t respond. Anthony, however, offered calmly. “Elra is definitely involved–the’s the so–called victim in all this. But I doubt she has the reach to spread this many rumors, not this fast Someone else is fanning the flames Matthew’s face darkened. “It has to be Nolan. Who else would back her like this? He’s been going against os for months.” Anthony said nothing, but clearly agreed. Matthew paced, agitated. “So what now! People are ready to chuck rotten eggs at our gate. At this rate, we won’t even be able to show our faces in Hasen City” Gabriel remained silent. From the moment Matthew had barged in, he hadn’t spoken a word. Instead, he gripped a brush tightly, writing the word Clam on paper–again and again, trying to suppress his fury. He got to ninety–nine before the brush trembled in his hand. A blot of black ink dripped from the tip, blooming across the parchment like a spreading stain. The brush snapped onto the desk. Finally, Gabriel spoke. “Where’s Benedict?” Matthew groaned. “Who knows? These past few days he only leaves to attend court in the mornings. Then he locks himself in his room and won’t even open the door for meals. I tried knocking. Nothing. He’s being a weirdo. Gabriel narrowed his eyes but waved it off. Matthew pushed, “Forget Benedict–what about the bigger issue? Father, do you have any plan at all!* “A plan?” Gabriel gave a cold laugh. “You think I still have a plan? Do you even know how many impeachment letters were submitted against me in court this morning?” Matthew and Anthony exchanged a look “You mean… the rumors have reached the royal court?” Matthew asked hesitantly. Gabriel’s expression was grim. Of course they have. You think this is just about gossip? This whole circus was designed to bring me down, and it’s already reached the throne room” “Nolan… faking madness in the Benevolent Palace. Eliza baiting me into lashing out in public.” He paused, then added with biting disdain. “Even my own daughter and political enemies are working hand in hand now,” … Read More “Than Your Daughter 233” »
Chapter 232 Is that the Duke of Monday “That’s him. I saw him before when the Holy Lady prayed for the nation here in Hasen City–he’s the one who kicked her out of the Stonor family and even struck her name from the family tree just to protect his illegitimate daughter” “Really? I heard it was the Holy Lady who couldn’t stand the family’s favoritism and left on her own.” “Same difference. The Stonor family wronged her either way. Haven’t you heard? One of their sons actually barged into Saint Grace Nunnery and slapped the Holy Lady in front of everyone, just to defend that illegitimate girl” “Oh my god. He hit his own sister to defend a mistress–bom brat?” “Like father, like son “And now he wants to bully her again? Does he really think we’re just going to stand by and watch? The anger in the apothecary swelled as more people recalled Gabriel’s earlier threats against Eliza. “Don’t think we’re scared of you just because you’re the Duke of Mowbay!” “If you dare lay another hand on her, we’ll take it straight to the throne. No one bullies the Holy Lady–not on our watch!” The shopkeeper who’d just been chatting with Eliza was the first to speak up. Though the saying went “Heaven is high and the emperor far away, many of the people here weren’t locals. And even if Gabriel still held some power in Hasen City, his reach didn’t extend to them–not anymore. Especially not with Prince Regent Nolan back. With Nolan safeguarding the people, who dared abuse their status! Gabriel’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected that in just a short time, public opinion in Hasen City would already be turning against him like this. He didn’t believe for a second that Eliza and Nolan hadn’t had a hand in it. Eliza met his seething gaze with calm disdain. Her expression mirrored his–cold, composed, and razor–sharp. The resemblance between father and daughter was uncanny. She slipped one hand behind her back and let her fingers curl around a small pill tucked into her palm. A. faint medicinal scent drifted out, blending with the other herbs in the air. Then Eliza opened her mouth and mouthed a single sentence without sound, her lips moving deliberately. “Father, Sophie isn’t dead yet. But don’t worry–I’ll make sure she is.” Her final words were sharp and crystal clear. Gabriel’s pupils shrank. Rage erupted within him like a dam breaking, smashing through the restraint that had always t his temper in check. With a furious stride, he shoved past the bystanders and marched straight toward Eliza–then raised his hand and slapped. her. The blow sent Eliza’s head snapping to the side. A vivid red mark bloomed across her cheek, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth. The entire apothecary fell into stunned silence. Gabriel stood frozen, his palm still tingling from the strike, his chest heaving. Even he hadn’t anticipated the fury that had 1/3 Apr. 10:44 Sat, 19 Apr w Chapter 232 96%1 taken hold of him–nor the regret that followedtin instant later. But he’d already hit her. He couldn’t take it back. And apologizing? Out of the question. Lowering his hand, he spoke coldly. “I am your father. Even if you’ve been disowned. I am still your only blood parent. You shouldn’t have provoked me Eliza raised her hand and calmly wiped away the blood at her lips. She looked him dead in the eye and let out a low, contemptuous laugh. Father? Biologically, yes, you are my only living parent. But unfortunately, I’m not your only daughter. And the way you favor one over the other… it’s disgusting.” There it was the accusation she’d held in her heart for two lifetimes, finally spoken aloud. She stared at the man who had once seemed to her larger than life, her childhood hero. But now her eyes brimmed not with reverence, but with hatred. “He hit her… the Duke of Mowbay actually hit the Holy Lady… “Oh god–Your Gracel” “Are you all right?” “Your Grace, please, come to the back. Hurry!” The people in the shop, finally shaken from their shock, rushed to surround Eliza protectively. The shopkeepers stepped forward, placing themselves between her and Gabriel. The apothecary’s owner glared at Gabriel. Duke of Mowbay, our shop is now closed to you. Please leave. If you have any complaints, take it up with our master–Duke of Noganlul.” Gabriel finally spared the man a glance. Duke of Noganlul. Not quite as formidable as Nolan, but still a troublesome warlord in his own right, with tens of thousands of soldiers under his command. He narrowed his eyes and turned back to Eliza, then muttered, “You got lucky today. But next time, it won’t just be a slap.” Eliza pressed a hand to her cheek and lowered her eyes, saying nothing. Next time? As if she’d ever give him the chance to strike her again. This slap alone… was more than enough. After Gabriel stormed out, Eliza stood amidst the concerned crowd. Her eyes shimmered–then tears fell, unbidden. She wiped them away quickly, forced a smile, and said to everyone in the shop, “I’m all right. Thank you all for standing up for me. If not for your kindness, I truly wouldn’t … Read More “Than Your Daughter 232” »
Chapter 231 Gabriel froze mid–step. His gaze sharpened like a blade as he turned back to Eliza and said, “Nolan’s having one of his episodes, isn’t he? That’s why he isn’t here.” Eliza renuined calm on the outside, but inwardly, she scoffed. So, he really does know about Nolan’s condition. No wonder he came charging in like this the moment 1 left the palace. In truth, just yesterday, she’d asked Nolan to help her stage a little drama–create the illusion that something had happened to Sophie at the Benevolent Palace, just enough to rattle Gabriel into making the first move. But before she’d even finished outlining the plan, Nolan had offered his own suggestion-“Why not let him think I’ve gone mad again?” “You know about my condition, Nolan had said with a wry smile, “so does Gabriel. If he thinks I’ve truly lost it inside the Benevolent Palace, there’s no way he’ll stay sitting.” Eliza had hesitated, “If we go that far, won’t the rumors spread? Everyone will know about your illness.” But Nolan had simply said, “You think they don’t already know? They just don’t dare say it out loud.” He wasn’t wrong. Nolan was Bortenland’s most decorated war hero. No one could deny what he’d done–leading campaigns, winning decisive battles, forcing foreign nations to bow and securing peace for generations. Even those who hated him, like Gabriel, never dared to mention his illness. Not because they didn’t want to–but because they couldn’t afford the backlash. Slander Prince Regent Nolan? That was asking to be drowned by a sea of righteous outrage from the entire kingdom. So Nolan never cared who knew. He’d simply said: And that was how today’s carefully calculated performance at the Benevolent Palace had come to pass–sending Adeline into a screaming panic. Now, standing in the herbal clinic, Eliza kept her tone detached. “Episode? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nolan is perfectly fine. I doubt he needs your concern.” Gabriel let out a cold laugh. “If he’s fine, then why would he let you leave the palace alone?” “Eliza, don’t bother lying. I was your father for lifteen years–did you really think I wouldn’t know when you’re hiding something?” She nearly laughed out loud. You? Understand me? But Gabriel wasn’t done. Lowering his voice, he leaned in, his words dripping with threat. “You and the Prince Regent can fool everyone else, but you won’t fool me. Out of respect for the years we spent as father and daughter. I’ll give you one last chance. Come with me now–quietly. Otherwise, I’ll make sure every filthy secret between you and Nolan is laid world to see.” for the The moment the words left his mouth, Eliza’s expression shifted. Her eyes widened in disbelief, as if he’d just driven a knife through her heart. “How could you.” she whispered, loud enough to carry through the entire from hall. “How could you say something so vile about me and Nolan‘” She stepped back, her voice trembling with betrayal and sorrow–then suddenly raised it, loud and clear. Tve devoted myself to prayer for the good of this kingdom. I’ve taken vows as a nun. Nolan only guards me because the King commands it. We have nothing to hide–nothing that crosses the line–and yet here you are, hurling vile accusations at me… just to defend your other daughter?” 1/2 10:44 Sat, 19 Apr A Chapter 231 The grief in her tone out deeper than any so The entire herbal clinic went silent. Though Eliza never named the exact insult, it wasn’t hard for the crowd to guess what Gabriel had implied. Everyone here already knew who she was–and they knew exactly what kind of person the Duke of Moshay was And in light of what had recently happened in Plutonville, many present had developed a genuine admiration for the Holy Lady. Now, hearing this? A voice rang out from the crowd. “What’s going on here! i Mr. Monor trying to bully the Holy Lady” E