The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

The Silent 408

Over a Saint Grace Nunnery, peace and tranquility reigned

Meanwhile, in Hasen City, the undercurrents were surging.

Inside the Henderson family study.

Fletcher, his face devoid of emotion, took the intelligence report handed to him by a subordinate and drew a heavy line

across it.

He then stood, walking toward the candelabrum while methodically tearing the report into uneven shreds.

Finally, he lit the torn pieces with the candle flame. The fire quickly consumed the paper, the flames licking upward and scorching Fletcher's fingers as he held onto the corner of the burning sheet.

Yet Fletcher didn't flinch. Only after a couple of seconds did he toss the flaming remnants into the extinguished brazier

He said, "Guard,"

A shadowy figure appeared silently behind Fletcher, kneeling with practiced deference.

"So, is my daughter finally dead?" Fletcher asked, his tone icy

The figure replied cautiously. "Sir, she... survived."

The word "survived" was enough to confirm that the operation had failed

A cold, mirthless smile spread across Fletcher's aged face. "Useless fools. And a

pawn I can still squeeze some use out of "

The former referred to the hired assassins.

The latter, of course, was Isabelle Henderson.

This outcome didn't surprise Fletcher in the slightest.

After all, to him, whether his illegitimate daughter lived or died was of no consequence.

regardless of the result, Fletcher felt no

he orchestrated, Fletcher narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Prepare the carriage.

Audrey?" The shadow guard froze in confusion. "Wasn't it supposed to be

been wandering outside for years, should finally return home to help her

I'll bring Miss Henderson back

guard left, Fletcher called out

waiting outside, hunched his back as

the necessary arrangements. Tomorrow, the

voice remained steady and emotionless as he asked, May I ask,

illegitimate daughter, Isabelle. She succumbed to

I will

closed, Fletcher turned and walked

sound, a

the flickering candle in his hand casting eerie shadows as he entered through the stone gate. After descending the long, winding stone staircase,

a cacophony of laughter, music, and clinking glasses spilled

finally here!" a voice called out, brimming with sycophantic

unlocked! uty's flesh?" another guest teased, their tone

his favorite, isn't it?" someone chimed in, their

Perhaps tonight, Fletcher might want to try something different, like a taste of Maiden's

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It was a sprawling

accommodating over a hundred revelers lost

dancers swayed seductively, and servers carrying emerald

held neither wine nor

they carried emerald bottles filled with mysterious

come in two varieties, white emerald and green

tossed gold coins to claim a bottle, and one particularly flushed man threw down

each hand, he staggered over to Fletcher and leaned heavily on

the master of this Hall of Eternity The Eloir is divine, and

"Why

laughter

said, well said! Couldn't agree more!" someone chimed in, their voice rising

shoulder. "Why settle for one when you can have both?" he said smoothly, his tone laced with subtle authority. "Indulgence is the key to immortality, after all. Why not treat