The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Chapter 174

Chapter 174

Chapter 174

"Assassins?" The king frowned, clearly confused. "Why would someone send assassins to Saint Grace Nunnery to kill you? Who sent them?”

Eliza lowered her eyes. "I cannot say."

"Oh?" The king raised an eyebrow slightly. 'So Eliza does know who it is. In the entire Hasen City, just how many people are there that even a Holy Lady would be too afraid to offend? he thought to himself.

He could not help but chuckle at that. Just a while ago, during a rain ritual led by Eliza, she had somehow called down a massive downpour that drenched Plutonville, a place that had not seen rain in three whole months.

Whether it was coincidence or something more, the rain had fallen, and that was all that mattered.

Now, Eliza was revered by the people of Plutonville as their true Holy Lady. Her name had spread far and wide. Even the king, who had bestowed the title upon her, found his own popularity soaring among the citizens.

The once-young and inexperienced king now w sat more firmly upon his throne than ever before. No one could shake him. His authority within the kingdom had grown immensely.

appointment were now keeping their heads down, too afraid

had also helped the king solidify his rule.

her the first Holy Lady of Bortenland to repay Caroline's kindness. He never imagined that a casual decision would bring him

had come to him with a complaint, how could he possibly ignore it?

or less figured out who she was referring to, the King said, "Very well. How would you like me to handle this? Should I summon that person

her head. She knew the king would be willing to take her side after what happened in Plutonville, but there was no

smiled softly. "Your Majesty, would you be willing to lend me a few

exactly are you planning?"

replied calmly. "They've sent people after me again and again, so brazen and arrogant, only because they have numbers

particular chord with the king. Every king wanted to see his overbearing

giving the king no excuse to rein them in. But now, Eliza had handed him an

nearly been assassinated for it. By every measure,

the king sent someone he trusted deeply, his uncle,

waiting in her courtyard as night fell, fully expecting the assassins to appear. What she did not expect was to see, standing at her front gate, the one

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